Kinky Storytime with Femdom Mistress Corrine

Slave watched in a mix of horror and delight as I took out the tub. The tub is for pets. Of course he is a prized possession, a pet. The tub is used for many things, when I decide to grace him with a bath, or when I decide to smother him.

He’s trembling in front of me. My lips curve into an upward smile. Sweet like a scalpel tipped in Curare. Sweet pain, tipped with an anesthetic poison. He knows he deserves this. The moment that slave picked up the phone, calling his Dark Goddess, his demoness; his fate was set in stone. Trembling before me his delicious fear snakes inside me. I am souless to him. A black void of heaven and hell all in one.

Part of his fear is the nylons clinging to my legs. Bright red, beneath a red sun dress. I wear simple white panties, and a simple comfortable bra. I am most dangerous when I am comfortable. I am able to move agiley.

Squatting down I pick up the tub. Let me give you a visual of the tub my little slave fears so much. http://www.amazon.com/Booster-Bath-Plastic-Dog/dp/B000634LJC/ref=wl_itt_dp?ie=UTF8&coliid=I3LLWXJ9L8JOMY&colid=31LLK4W026GFL

Innocuous looking isn’t it? Perfectly harmless, and nonetheless not made for human pets. I chose it for my human pet though. My little slave rafi, he is so afraid. The is part of his cage. He fears even more seeing the ramp. That ramp allows me to lay him there. http://www.amazon.com/Multi-Purpose-Booster-Ramp-Bath-Accessory/dp/B000GD3T7C/ref=wl_itt_dp?ie=UTF8&coliid=I2G895ETX3JFG0&colid=31LLK4W026GFL

I see the glint in his eyes. His resistance and defiance excites me. I hear the words of his mind. The mind that has already caved in. He was mine long before this. His mind filled with the objects of his fear. My round lush globes of death clad in a certain color of nylons. Each color has a code in our littl game of predator and prey. Though each one will equally bring him to the brink of darkness and death. I will send him to hell, and exalt him to heaven in one single morning session. For a moment rafi will breathe no more.

I have complete control. The globes of death and my voice permeate his brain waves all day long. He strains to hear, waiting for the command that he may touch my cock. The moan escapes his lips.

At this very second his thoughts sync with mine. I hear it, even though it’s only a thought. He would run if I give him the chance. Without further adieu, I spring forth. My Globes Of Death, hamstrings, quads and inner thighs strengthened by exercises he himself researched as an assignment. Tackling my possession, I wrestle him to the ground quickly cocooning him in rope, from the shoulders down.

“No no no stop.”

rafi likes to start soft and become more desperate as things become more hopeless for him. What a sweet little pet he is. I do so love those little pleas, they strengthen me. He feeds my hunger for him.

“slave. Most colors of the nylon rainbow are out to play today.”

My voice holds that evil edge. I am caressing him with pregnant threats. Ones he knows are true. I do so love how his eyes are like saucers to me. The deer in the headlights.

I wrap my nylons around him. Blue and purple. Those are the ones for asphyxia. Colors coded to the colors his face will go.

“Nervous little rafi? Slave if I were you I’d tremble. See the yellow ones are here today. The brown ones too.”

I am pointing to the laundry line as I say this. His fear is more pronounced. My slave’s scent changes. The scent of fear.

“Pet my globes of death are hungry. They have exercised so much today. We mustn’t keep them waiting much longer.”

The globes of death eat rafi’s soul. They take it from him, devouring it. Then making it back into what I wish him to be my obedient little dark arch angel.

Gently I caress his face murmuring in his ear. the gardens surrounding us on all sides. Like a deity comforting a smited subject. The comfort is only temporary. Soon my face changes, and before his eyes out comes the demoness he was always seeking.

I feel the leer spreading across my face. We do things in eights, the number of eternity, because his soul is completely mine. He has built his own cage with me. A gnarly bamboo cage encrusted in the black ashes of hell. Only through his hell will he reach his heaven. I know this and he knows this, but yet there is still slight resistance.

Blue and purple nylons tied together in square knots at the feet start my rope bundle of slave shaking. Poor baby. I start to wrap the ropes around his neck. His eyes wide. He can feel his fate closing in.

“No Mistress.”

It’s a plea. Not a command, but he’s still said it, the no Mistress. He still has a little rafi left. I need to break him of it. Take that from him. My hands tie the nylons tightly around his neck. My hand closes around one loop of them.

“Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down.”

My voice lilts to him. I know this breaks his barriers down. I know his cock is bulging against the ropes. I’m strangling him with the nylons on each up, by jerking him.

“Poor little rafi. You’re so helpless. Mistress will make you feel better.”

I touch him gently. He’s almost broken. I still see his eyes though. rafi’s in there. No good. I have to get him into the space of nothingness. He is what he is. A slave. A pet, the pawn of a Goddess and her GLOBES OF DEATH.

I turn my back to rafi. My Globes of Death facing him. Slowly my skirt lifts. I am bending forward to make those round perfect globes very visible to him. I quiver the muscles for his viewing pleasure. After all I know how much he loves my nylons.

“NO!”

he screams from behind me. Poor little slave. He can see the definition of my gluteal, and leg mucles. His body is wiggling, trying to slither away like a snake. In the peaceful garden, he is not at peace. Yet I know his fate makes him at peace.

Lowering myself I sit on his face. My grin so satisfied. Poor little slave. The Globes Of Death have started their bloody carnage of devouring his soul.

“rafi my little slave. I am going to rip your soul from your body. You will become whatever Mistress wishes.”

His muffled screaming meets my ears. I smile satisfied. Poor little thing. I reach into my dress pocket and pull out a scalpel.

“Careful darling. No sudden moves or we’ll really have a blood bath.”

My voice is menacing. I haunt him like a ghostly concerto coming from an empty house. I take the sharp instrument and poke his flesh with it making a small thin cut. My reward is his sweet little scream, and the line of thin red blood coming to the surface. I laugh. It’s a laugh that rafi has heard many times.

Gently I caress the cut. In this moment vampirism strikes my mood. I want to taste his health. The sweet coppery metallic flavor, the intoxicating scent. I can’t resist. I bring my finger to my mouth. His blood touches my tongue. I make sounds as if I am being fed a gourmet meal from my lovers fingers. He can’t move, though I know he’d be wiggling if he could.

“Pet. I need to feed you and clean you.”

My voice is sweet. almost neutral. That is dangerous too. My mind is going a million miles an hour with all the terribly evil things I could do with him. The bath though. I must drag him there. Like a rag doll I drag him. My hands grab the nylons around his neck. Roughly I yank and pull him. Sometimes even hitting his head. A screech escapes his lips.

“Quiet slave. You’ve nothing to scream for yet.”

Fear quiets him down. Dragging him with a fervent violence I haul him up the ramp into the tub. His legs are hanging out onto the ramp. I tie his nylon noose to the leash tie in the tub.

“Poor little rafi. I have you right where you belong in a pet tub. You’re my slave. I own you. My pet.”

The fear is taking him over. My voice always puts him at the edge.

He’s bound, tied to the tub. Unable to get away.

“NNOOO”

rafi is losing his mind.

“Yes pet.”

I peel off my red nylons. I clothespin them to the laundry line. My panties come off.

With seductive, slow motions, I peel the brown nylons up my legs. My muscular legs are clad in his brown doom. He can’t resist them. Nylons make him crazy. Nylons and the GLOBES OF DEATH tease him into a frenzy.

Like a cat on it’s prey I slink up my slaves body. He is helpless now. In that tub he’s nothing but rafi the slave. It’s a cage of sorts confining him along wiht the ropes, and nylons.

I stand up and turn away from him. The tan nylons framing my ass nicely.

“Mistress why are you changing nylons?”

I’ve had enough of his questions. The answer is to plant the GLOBES OF DEATH squarely and securely on his face. I know he will smother. By now the scent of my wetness must be reaching his nose. It tantalizes him. My next thought is pure dark evil.

“Are you hungry for me pet?”

I make my voice sound caring, kind.

Lowering myself onto his face, I plant the GLOBES OF DEATH there.

Pathetic struggling against his ties and the position of his face ensue. Poor little slave. He is learning that his home is beneath my GLOBES OF DEATH. The Globes of death smother him, feed him, and of course they excite him in a dark way. He will never admit. All rafi knows is he’s my slave. Now he is being broken down from the man he used to be.

rafi does ANYTHING for his dark Goddess. He is the prize of my slaves the most difficult to control, and when he is controlled the most submissive.

I dismount to change my nylons. As I leave him I look back at his face. His eyes are glazed over, almost as if he were dead. I know he’s just in rafi’s heaven space. I’ll soon yank him back to hell.

Mewing sounds, and fearful whimpers whisper to my ear like the sweet music of some great composer. I am creating rafi the slave. I am creating the slave I want. I walk over to the clothesline and remove the yellow nylons. The yellow nylons are crotchless. rafi isn’t even paying attention. I walk back over to him, crawling into the tub, I stand over him as I put the yellow nylons on. Poor little thing. He’s so helpless.

Just to jar my slave I pick up his choke collar made of nylons yanking him up and down.

“Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down. That’s it slave. I own you. Your home is beneath my GLOBES OF DEATH.”

Incoherent babbling comes from rafi. He no longer has any response. He just wishes to make his Goddess happy.

The yellow nylons are on now. Slowly I lower myself. This time I’m going to make him drink of me. My globes of death planted on his forehead. I let my vagina smother him.  rubbing myself on his face. I feel his mouth opening. He’s struggling for breath. I want to drown him in my honey. I hear him coughing and sputtering. He is being cut off from his air supply and breathing my intoxicating scent.

“Breathe no more rafi.”

My laughter trails after my words evilly. I decide to up the ante. I pull the makeshift shower apparatus in. It’s attached to the garden hose. Turning the water on full blast, I spray rafi, laughing all the while.

“I have to clean you slave. You can’t be dirty it displeases your Goddess.”

I think I hear him try to scream that he’s drowning. I laugh again.

“I can give you life or death rafi. It comes from my GLOBES OF DEATH slave. Your home is beneath my globes of death. Breathe no more rafi.”

Poor little slave I know his cock is swollen against those ropes. I know he wants to relieve himself. Will I let rafi live or cum? Perhaps, or perhaps I’ll simply execute my powers as a deity and snuff him.

I lift myself off him choking and sputtering. I continue spraying him down with warm water. I know that as they get wet, the nylons will get stronger.

I pull on them steadily this time bouncing again slightly. He chokes for me. I spray him down with warm water. His eyes look at me pleadingly. Wide eyes, frightened, almost a baby.

“I’ll be back for you later.”

Evil laughter fills the garden as I leave him in the tub wet, stunned, and excited.