Mistress Fame

It's happening so quickly and smoothly I do not even realize; my new mistress being so experienced, talented...and as it seems to me warm and loving. She of course knowing my past, how I was born into sexual slavery, and have been in that position since, even now a hi priced call girl I am still owned by my master who does as he pleases with my body, giving me to whoever he pleases. Mistress Fame, knows this and uses it to her purposes, so with in only a few sessions with her I find myself under her sadistic enchantment, and so pleasingly so, I fall in line as if I have always been hers to torture and torment...tease and tantalize. My gracious Mistress Fame is a perfect tormentor at using what she knows about me, calling me so terribly embarrassing names whenever I misspell a word, do not reply quick enough, as she pee pees in my mouth, seeing me orgasm from it, callin It's happening so quickly and smoothly I do not even realize; my new mistress being so experienced, talented...and as it seems to me warm and loving.

She of course knowing my past, how I was born into sexual slavery, and have been in that position since, even now a hi priced call girl I am still owned by my master who does as he pleases with my body, giving me to whoever he pleases. Mistress Fame, knows this and uses it to her purposes, so with in only a few sessions with her I find myself under her sadistic enchantment, and so pleasingly so, I fall in line as if I have always been hers to torture and torment...tease and tantalize. My gracious Mistress Fame is a perfect tormentor at using what she knows about me, calling me so terribly embarrassing names whenever I misspell a word, do not reply quick enough, as she pee pees in my mouth, seeing me orgasm from it, calling me a filthy dirty slut, shit under her feet, on and on till I burst out sobbing, which brings me another orgasm exploding from deep within me.

The day my best girl friend, Lisa told me her boss and mistress wanted to see me, having heard about Mistress Fame I became frightened, not knowing why she would ever want to see me. I was so nervous and frightened as strange as it may sound I do not remember how She introduced to Her methods of terrorizing, tormenting, torture, humiliation, embarrassment, teasing, threatening, and verbal abuse, but She knew I was this frightened little mouse who easily, cries, and even more easily humbles myself to whoever forces their will over me, which is exactly what Mistress Fame did to me in only 2 three hour sessions. At first I was not Her slave, I had not earned the right to be called slave, my name was P. Once She knew I was totally under her will I was honored to be able to eat Her cunt, and after a few of what was pure heaven to me, She actually allowed me to kiss her lips. It was during one of these kisses that I came to realize, I actually loved my lovely gracious Mistress Fame.

It all happened right before us and with our eyes open, I remember the 1st time I told my Mistress Fame, "I honestly love you Mistress Fame, I really do" her reply was simple and expected, "Slave I cannot tell you your love will ever be returned, but it is necessary for you to love your Mistress to continue to endure and learn to love what I give you in your training." "I know that," I answered, "A mistress cannot love her slaves, that would brake down all methods of training." That impressed my Mistress Fame. Rather quickly I earned my first 25 points, not knowing what they were for nor really did I care. I was so lost in my Mistress Fame, nothing else mattered to me. Her methods were role plays in which impossible deadly tortures were done to me. I cannot detail them because each Mistress has her own methods, these are closely guarded secrets. I had been raised by a dominatrix who at the time I knew no one could possibly replace her in my mind, all too soon Mistress Fame far more than replaced her, she enchanted me, bewitched me, for I was falling more and more in love with Her. Having reached my 25 points I found I was now part of Her stable of slaves.

Once I was, Mistress Fame's routine for me changed, I was given her ward to train. A young 18 year old girl who I was to train to be as much or more of a slut than I am, the ward, naturally being a virtual person, not real. Each time we met I was to detail the ward's training, if My Mistress Fame was not totally pleased, I was punished severely. The girls training consisted of being fucked by men, sucking their cocks, eating cunt, sucking assholes, and if she was very good at it she was rewarded by the person dumping some scat in her mouth, then peed there to wash it down, but not before my darling little ward and I kissed, so we could share the scat between us

I'd learn right after mistress Fame began training me, my rewards, prizes, and any niceness She might give me was usually allowing me to drink her pee, or spread her cheeks, and suck on her asshole until my reward came to me. I was expected to praise her for being so kind to me. Our sessions were so long and so much was done to me during them, even though we were talking over the internet by the time they ended I was as tired, mesmerized as if we were really together, such was her power over my will. One time as I was kissing her, she told me to continue. Not fully understanding Her I continued kissing Her, soon she told me, "Slave make love to your mistress, you are the only slave I have ever commanded that of, make me cum slave." Talk about pressure, fear, excitement, and most of all my longing desires actually happening.

During this 1st session of sweet tender love making I broke down and confessed my endearing love for her, that I have actually fallen deeply in love with my adorably wonderful mistress fame. I fulfilled her needs and she began being sweet to me, which only caused me to sink deeper in her enchantment, further bewitching me. To my happiness she some how found time for me daily for 3-4 hour sessions, me excluding any other, as I dreamed of her any time we were not together, and basking in her glorious shadow when we were...so lost was I in her and her overwhelming power over me, I neglected almost every other aspect of my life, besides becoming so involved in what she was doing to me, I had so many orgasms, lost control on my bladder, and bowels, creating such a mess under me, what time we were not together on line I spent cleaning my messes up, my clients who fucked me, even noticed the difference in my responses toward them, as I became more and more sexually and aggressively insatiable.

My tips went up, those who wanted to fuck my sweet desirable ass now waiting for it, if I happen to be busy when they came for me. Even my owner was more impressed with my performance, treating me to nights out on the town, dinning and dancing, sharing my orifices with his friends after I was stoned, high or drunk enough to scream for more and more prick, and getting them in double and triple teaming, then telling my mistress Fame the next day, she, I realized, reliving whatever through me, or as I learned later, only sharing my excitement. These were the little things about my adorably irresistible mistress fame I somehow missed as they were happening.

My loving mistress fame is the mistress of pleasure and pain, so neatly wrapped together I lose track of when one ended, the other began. Having been raised as I was, I never knew love, yet as it overwhelmed my senses...I learned, oh...my gracious goddess savior, mistress of my only pleasure, mistress fame...how wonderfully you have done your enchantment on my poor youthful mind. Then one night as we loved one another, I telling her of my deep love for her, she softly told me she is in love with me...I cannot recall all my emotions right after that, but if they are as they are now, the thrill, excitement, mental overload continues to amaze me...my great goddess, I shout from the roof tops, I tell the world, my joy cannot be contained...until she tells me, no one can know, keep this to yourself. Think my darling, it will tear don all I have built...that Cindie Fame is a Dominatrix, a uncaring, vicious, demanding mistress who allows no one in to her life. This is what my mistress fame told me...alas, this poor love sick young girl, now forced to hide the only real, true love I've ever felt. But daily she fills my life with her presence, her love, her submissiveness to my strong lustful passion, and my longing desires to be as close to her as possible.

My adorable Mistress Fame, who now I have the right to call Cindie... Cindie, my lovely, adorable, ever so loving Cindie...hmmmmmmm, my twat tingles as I write her name...looked in side me, and found something I did not know was there. From years of being brutally, sexually violated, a hatred built up, which is now mighty enough to make this silly little submissive masochist in to the dominatrix who has so quietly hidden deep within me. Naturally with any person wanting another no matter who is hurt, a few were left behind, so my Cindie tells me, "penny, darling, you now have the abilities to go after these who I've stolen you from, and make them your slaves...thus starts a process of making me positive enough, arrogant enough, filling me with self assurance enough to finally do as Cindie tells me.

First on my list is Lisa...my poor Lisa, who made the mistake of telling Cindie about me to begin with...who even now pleads for my attention, who is also a born submissive masochist, so I make a date, we get on YIM, ad I dominate her to tears, showing little or no mercy, storming her mind with horror able humiliating name calling, virtual torture, tormenting, until long after she humbles herself, agreeing to be my cum slut sexual slave. After there is another who had been a part of my life, sweet Janet, who always wanted me to dominate her sexual experiences with me. But the real thrill to me is relating my successes to my darling Cindie. I know this is a very mushy story of passion and lust between two women...but to many our love is deeper, more lasting, pleasing, overwhelming then that of heterosexuals, especially between a submissive and a dominate, we love more openly, our expressions of our love are more easily seen by others, these expressions more sensuous, our jealousy far more brutal, unfaithfulness ruthless, and reconciling by far; more painful. Although in the end we have this impossible to understand love between us that we know will out last life times.

written by pensuwanal

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