Relaxing at Home

My Darlings,

Mistress is about to enjoy some of her guilty pleasures: a Cognac, Dancing with the Stars on the television and a human footstool.
After my subby brings me my Cognac I'll send him to fetch the...punishment heels (insert ominous music here). It's so amusing to watch him crawl up the stairs and return, holding the wicked heels so tenderly between his lips.
The shoes? They are black patent, perfect for some tongue worship; with pointed toes and wicked 5-inch silver (metal) heels.
Ahhh, so nice to relax, watch my slave gingerly slip the shoes on my feet and then take his place on hands and knees before me...my human footstool.
I'll enjoy the dancing (Maxim and Tony...yummy!) and torment my human footstool. Don't worry, I won't break the skin, but I'll leave bruises and nice red marks where I s-l-o-w-l-y drag that metal heel across that tender sissy maid flesh.
It's so good to be me. And where would "you" be in my little scenario? Hmmm?

Mistress Constance

Excerpt from Black Owned

Good Morning my darlings,

Mistress slept in after an evening of dancing. My subby made coffee, he looks so sweet in his white lacy ankle socks, black patent Mary Janes with a 4" stiletto heel, white apron over his black dress, white/black lace choker and white lace wrist-length gloves with a cute ruffle. Don't "you" wish you could be my Saturday morning sissy maid?

Mistress has a treat for you this morning, an excerpt from my next Chastity Cuckold Tales: Black Owned. I "do" spoil you, don't I? You may read it after you've finished all your chores. THAT includes scrubbing my kitchen floor with a toothbrush; I found a couple of crumbs behind the trash can. I know you can do better, so here's your toothbrush, down on your knees and get to work.

From BLACK OWNED:

Marcus reached out and grabbed handfuls of Rebecca’s breasts, kneading the creamy flesh in his large, strong hands. “Better git your white ass up here boy, git mah cock hard, ‘cause that’s the way your wife likes her cocks, big, black and hard.”

“Better do it,” my wife taunted. “And hurry, your wife doesn’t like to wait for cocks.”

I climbed onto the bed, licking my lips, lubricating them to encircle Marcus’s massive fleshy pole. It was Sunday morning, and I’d been serving Master and Mistress since Friday evening when their love-nest weekend started. I didn’t even bother counting the number of times I’d had a cock in my mouth, either getting it hard for Mistress’s pleasure or cleaning it after Master had fucked my wife. The number of occurrences no longer mattered; my focus was providing Master and Mistress the best sexual experience possible and I was expected to be both enthusiastic and appreciative.

Rebecca looked over her shoulder to see me taking Marcus’s cock in my mouth. “That’s a good husband. See, we both get to enjoy a real cock…”

A Real Cock. Our prior sex games, a little BDSM and Female Domination, had led to this, me sucking her lover’s black cock. One weekend at a swinger’s party hosted by a neighbor (who knew?) and Rebecca had her taste of a real cock. She’d fucked two men that night, one a well-hung black lawyer, and there was no turning back. She became a swing party regular until one of the women turned her on to the world of cuckolding, chastity and black lovers.

“It’s a chastity device,” she explained, holding out the CB-6000. “I thought the whole Female Domination/male slave thing turned you on?”

“It-it does, but…” I stared at the device; the tube that would enclose my penis looked so small.

She read my thoughts, “It IS small. It’s the short version, smallest one they make.” She stood back, sexily rocking one foot on its stiletto heel. “Are you going to be my slave? Isn’t this what you’ve been badgering me about? To take control?”

Her voice had an abrasive edge, but I couldn’t deny the scene was turning me on. “Sure, I fantasize about you being this type of Mistress who—”

“Then get fucking naked and on your knees.” She waited, “Well?”

Within seconds my clothes were on a chair and I was naked, on my knees in the middle of the room.

“Geez, was that really so fuckin’ hard?” She held the device out, “Do you know how to put this on?”

I nodded, “Yea, I’ve seen—”

She slapped me, hard, nearly knocking me over. “Listen, do you want to do this Mistress/slave thing or not?” She grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, “Yes or no?”

“Yes, I—”

She slapped me again. I cringed.

“There’s no ‘yes’ or ‘yea’. It’s ‘yes, Mistress’ or ‘no, Mistress’. Now,” she continued, “do you want to be my chastity slave?”

I swallowed, “Yes…Mistress.” She brought up her hand and I flinched, but she caressed my cheek.

“See,” she smiled, “that wasn’t so hard. When you do what you’re told it will go much easier for you.” She brought her fingers to my lips and I kissed them. She placed the device in my hand. “Go upstairs, shower, shave your groin. Come to think of it, get rid of all the body hair. You can keep the eyebrows and your head hair, but all the rest…it has to go. Put on the device and report back to me.” She stepped back and extended her foot.

I bent down and kissed it. Kissed away my manhood, my marital bed, my cock and balls for all the use I get out of them.

Things progressed quickly from that point. We kept going to the swing parties, but I no longer participated, Mistress dismissed my situation with a, “It’s locked up, really no use to anyone here; honey, why don’t you go help the hostess, wash some glasses, clean some ashtrays.” My submissiveness and chastity quickly became a boon to the swing parties and I was little more than a servant to those in attendance.

Rebecca soon took to sleeping only with black men, praising their physical endowments, sexual prowess and physical stamina. I admit I’d never been a dynamo in bed, but always thought Rebecca had been satisfied. Perhaps she had, until she discovered real cock…

Now, here I was, naked, my cock locked away now for several months, and sucking Marcus’s cock.

Rebecca was leaning forward, dangling her tits in Marcus’s face, and waving her well-fucked bottom in my face. She’d never performed anal sex with me, but couldn’t get enough of that huge cock in her back door.

“Is he doin’a good job, honey?” She moaned as Marcus pinched her nipple. “Getting you all hard and wet for me?”

BYE for now. Whips and Kisses,

Mistress Constance

Foot Slave

I'll be going dancing tonight. Ballroom dancing. In the arms of younger men. I imagine all my submissives will be at home, polishing and organizing my shoe collection, cleaning bathrooms, washing and ironing my boyfriend's shirts. Perhaps, if you've done your chores, you'll be allowed to worship my feet when I come home. Yes, no doubt your eyes will be drawn to my legs encased in the shiny dance tights, but do try and focus darling. I want to feel your tongue on my sole, long loving licks from heel to toe. Who among you will earn the right to worship Mistress's feet?

Mistress Constance

From My New Book

Here's a tidbit from one of my new Chastity Cuckold Tales. Do enjoy.

Mistress Constance

He shuddered as the ice chilled his nipples; he felt them going numb and his hands pulled away the ice cubes.

Her reaction was immediate, the slap of her hand on his cheek breaking the silence in the room. “Keep that ice on there!”

“It’s so cold,” he whined, “I can’t feel them.”

She pushed his hands away, her fingers cruelly pinching and twisting the frigid buds. “Well I can feel them.”

He grimaced at her assault.

“And I want them nice and perky for our guest.” She gave them a final vicious pinch and released them. “Ice them down, slut.”

His hands reached for more ice cubes from the bucket and pressed them to his breasts. “Yes, Mistress; I’m sorry Mistress.”

Margaret Claremont glared down at her kneeling husband. At six-foot, six-five in her designer stilettos, she loomed over her five-seven husband. Even so, her elegant footwear only put her eye-to-eye with her strapping lover, Chad. Her mane of auburn hair fell in sensuous waves to her shoulders. The green eyes that glowed warm for Chad were cold for her slave/husband. “Twenty more minutes, and Chad’s daughter will be here for your interview.” Her voice took on a mocking quality as she said interview. “You will address her as Mistress Diana and answer every question—politely and truthfully. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You should be grateful that Chad is allowing you to help Diana with her Master’s thesis and in working her way through college.”

“Of course Mistress; anything to please you and Master Chad.” Thomas looked up to see Master Chad put his arm around Margaret and pull her close. His lips nuzzled her neck, and Margaret closed her eyes and sighed as the Alpha Male’s hand caressed her breast.

Both gazed down at the hapless chastised, cuckold husband. Thomas knelt, sitting back on his haunches on a pink rug, his back against the sofa. He was naked, his thighs spread to reveal the chastity device that imprisoned his cock. His brown and graying hair, growing long so Mistress Margaret could style it, framed a face with average features—and frightened eyes.

“So how many will this be?” Margaret asked.

“This one will be My Daddy Fucks Your Wife – fifteen,” Chad said.

“Goodness,” Margaret’s hand slid down to the bulge at Chad’s groin, “you’ve been quite the busy Bull.”

Chad nibbled her ear, “So many beautiful women with cuckold chastised husbands, it does keep me busy; a veritable labor of love.” He looked at his watch, “We should get ready.”

Thomas watched his wife and Chad turn and walk hand-in-hand from the room.

Back to Business and New Books!

Even while I continue to write and release my Female Domination fetish fiction books I have, alas, been rather inattentive to my Blog. It's not that Mistress is a Luddite, rather I am on the computer hours a day, writing and editing. The "Blog" simply seems to be something I rarely have time for.

Regardless, I will make a more concerted effort to put something down in this space at a regular interval.

This morning my submissive greeted me, on his knees, kissing my feet as I rose from my bed. A fitting way for both of us to start the day, as it defines the relationship dynamic. He met me as I left the shower, waiting for me, again on his knees, a warm towel in his hands. I allowed him a small kiss of my bottom when he finished drying me. Later I heard his stilettos clicking away on the wood floors, downstairs in the kitchen, as he prepared my coffee. Life is good.

I've released the first three of my Chastity Cuckold Tales collection:

Cuckold Fluffer Box
My Daddy Does Your Wife
The Conversation

The books are available at Amazon, All Romance E-books, BookStrand and Rainbow e-books. There will be more in the Chastity Cuckold Tales collection, the next is "Black Owned". Mmm, yummy, can you imagine what that is about?

Mistress Constance

New Cartoon and Sissy School Assignment

I added a new sissy school assignment today: Lesson 12 - Holiday Sissy. I hope all my 'gurls' do their homework and send it in! I also added a new cuckold-themed cartoon. And I'm even updating this Blog!

I finished the editing work that I'd been contracted to perform (Mistress gets a nice % from such work - shoe money!) and I hope to devote the latter part of the rest of this year to finishing my own Female Domination short story anthology.

Mistress Constance

Almost November!?!

It's almost November and the last Blog posting I made was, what - June? July? It's as I've told many, I'm 'not' a Blogger. I enjoy e-mailing and IM'ing with readers of my books and the members of of my web site, but I simply don't have time to "Blog." I have posted some new lessons to my sissy school and some new homework assignments sent in by some of my 'gurls'. Perhaps, over time, I'll be able to devote more effort to the Blog, and for that reason I will keep it active. Be well, and do be obedient and respectful to women.

Constance Pennington Smythe