Long Term Domination...

[Junglebeast]

This story is inspired by smothered123's "Tongue Slave" and a similiar type of story, only over many years.

I met the Mistress in the late '90s. At that point my "beast" or "tarzan" session persona was developed, but I had not yet entered the world of female bodybuilders or wrestlers. I saw a print ad near where I lived in NYC which was an immediate turn on. My sessions were only in Manhattan. I called, she sounded great, which made me hornier. As it turned out she was physically aggressive and very fit. Legs and ass to die for (still are) gorgeous face and perfect perky breasts (yes still) and a seductive, assertive attitude to die for.

The ad I answered was so long ago there was no picture. I hit the lottery. The first time I met her I wanted to go down on her... and much more. She transformed me into her male slut. Not really a bull, but more of a boy toy that she grabs, slaps and pinches for her amusement. Even in the winter I try to wear unbuttoned shirts or jackets (she loves my chest hair) and no underwear so I am completely available to her when I run errands for her. I give her complete access.

But our time is the warm weather, the summer. In recent years I've served as her massuse, doing odd jobs for her. Last summer we almost got caught a couple of times in parks or near my car, stripping and flexing for her, and worshipping the Mistress' feet, muscular thighs... whatever and wherever she wants.

We have not known each other continuously over the years. She left town a couple of times, stopped sessions, we lost touch, etc. Now... it is only her. The first time I met her I wanted to seduce her, and she beat that notion out of me. I no longer dream of intercourse with her. She fucks my mouth with her strap on and I now crave it. It usually means I can worship her orally afterwards.

She calls my penis a "thick clit" and I love it. She uses a butt plug on me, strap on is not for me. I'm in deeper with my Mistress than ever before. On a recent early Sunday morning I went to her apartment. I texted to "hurry up" with instructions. Was told to text her when I was on her block and to go into her apartment door, lock it, strip and go to the bathroom to wash my hands.

When I entered and locked the door she whispered from behind her bedroom door, "I have a hard on" as I washed my hands. I entered her room and, wearing a skin tight black mini dress up to her waist. Below it she wore her strap on.

She started my lightly spanking my ass, crotch and chest with a small whip. But I had a surprise for her. I brought red lipstick to wear to properly suck her strap on. The apt. was dark and she only had a red light on in her living room with a matress on the floor when I entered. She loved my red lipstick and all I wore was my homemade animal print thong.

I devoured her strap on while she insulted me, laughed, and said, "You are my #1 slut. I own you." Of course she does. But I learned how to suck her strap on so hard the base of it hits her at the right spot, and she gets wet...

I got up to flex and pose for her, and she got out of her strap on. She ordered me back down and put my head between her gloriously strong thighs. She knows my history with female bodybuilders and always shows she is either just as strong as them, or as sexy, or both. I was allowed to orally pleasure her, through her thong, while she squeezed off and on uncontrollably. I didn't care.

When I finished my job her thong and thighs were warmly wet and she ordered me off her bed and said, "I have to pee." She had me lie on a couple of towels on her wooden floor next to the bed. Towering over me she removed her thong, put her foot on my chest and she looked like a giantess.

She put her foot down on my chest saying she was "Amazon Jane" that she completely owned her "beast" and "slut." Mistress squatted down and released her golden essence in my mouth, in little drops, and then a continous stream on my face and chest. I asked to clean her with my mouth when she was done, and she briefly let me lick. She crouched over me smiling, not rushing the moment, letting me enjoy the warmth and taste of her essence all over me, telling me to remember this always.

I don't know if it means as much to my Mistress as it does to me. I'm a special client - she calls me her #1 slut - but it is a business. Over the yearss the Mistress told and slapped me on a few occasions, when I groped her without permission, "I'm your MISTRESS! And you have gotten too many privileges from me as it is!" But she always has said it with a grin. She does love my devotion.

At the right moment she told me to take a shower and I did, returning to her bed. She allowed me to massage and hold her quietly. She told me what she thought and as I carressed her, I did the same. She ordered me to play with my "clit" and I exploded to her excitement.

I eventually drove her to run a couple of errands. I had the courage to suggest getting up early on a Sunday AM in a couple of weeks when it is hot in the summer and drive to a secluded place for me to worship and suffer for her outdoors. I am still stunned and relive the memory of what happened a week ago.

If she retires from doing sessions, I will to. I'll never serve anyone else like her and have that mutual trust and bond.