HOW WE SERVE MASTER

My beloved and I have had some of our sweetest times during our frequent vacations on the Greek isles.

I suppose most mistresses have a specialty. Something they focus on. Something they are very good at.

Mine is moisture control.

Any slightly competent mistress can train a pussy so that it doesn’t cum without permission.

Easy peasy titty squeezey.

I can train a pussy so that it doesn’t get wet without permission.

Yes, that’s right. And thank you.

But although I dominate my wife Akira, I’ve never put her through moisture control. I eat that pussy often and I like it creamy.

My greatest achievement was the autumn I simultaneously trained a 70-year-old woman and her 22-year-old granddaughter in moisture control.

Trained them during same span of time, I mean. Not during same sessions. I’m not that kinky.

Neither Teresa nor her granddaughter Luna knew I was training the other.

A decade before the training, Teresa and I volunteered at the same nonprofit. But never socialized.

Still, we were friendly. So when we ran into each other one afternoon in Chinatown, we decided to share some noodles and catch up.

Somehow the topic — as it will — turned to sex which led to talk about Brazilian Wax compared to a Hollywood Wax.

Teresa said other than some light hedging, she never waxed or shaved down there.

Well, to cut to the chase …

An hour later, she was naked on mine and Akira’s bed on her hands and knees. She had one of my jeweled steel butt plugs in her ass.

I was kneeling beside her spanking her pussy.

The pussy she had shaved bald for the first time.

She shaved it in my bathroom. While I watched.
I let my wife watch, too.

A good time was had by all.

But you would never believe what happened a week later.

This is Dorothea.

I met her three summers ago when Akira and I were spending a month in Greece, mostly on the isle of Kalymnos.

Dorothea was the caretaker of a mostly disused Greek Orthodox Christian monastery there, nearby where I planned to do some rock climbing.

We met when I passed near the monastery on my way to the climb.

She was very witty, and thought I was cute.

We were in bed less than an hour later.

The best pussy eater I’ve ever had the pleasure to spread for.

My legs were so weakened by all the edges and cums she gave me over the following two weeks, I couldn’t climb pebbles much less rocks.

Meet the severely frightful duo who make so many wealthy New York women’s bodies quiver and pussies flood
Notes: (1) a hetaera is a domme assistant to a mistress who isn’t sexually involved with the mistress (2) a mechanism in the primary tool or tools used to punish and to enforce discipline

Smythe Blackstone

Turned down multiple college volleyball scholarships. Lives separately from wife in Manhattan townhouse; wife lives in Hewlett Bay Park, N.Y., with live-in Korean housekeeper/enforcer who ensures she abides by full-bitch rules

Occupation: Lesbian mistress
Age: 25
Birthplace: Bridgeport, Connecticut
Education: Associate’s degree, Constitution State Community College

Spouse: Deborah Rollins-Blackstone, 46, novelist and graphic artist
Marital Status: Married wife 8 months ago; made her a kennel-, collar- and bowl-trained full bitch when engaged 11 months ago

Mechanism(s): Dressage riding crop, shredded full lash, clamps
Most commonly used girl cock:

Xolani Braun-Haas

Left university for a year to fight in Congo civil war; shares Brooklyn loft with two submissive Norwegian sisters in their 30s; husband lives in loft across hall with male lover from Burkina Faso

Occupation: Lesbian hetaera
Age: 28
Birthplace: Yaoundé, Cameroon
Education: Master’s degree, London School of Economics
Spouse: Simon Braun-Haas, 71, retired oil refinery company executive
Marital Status: Married to Simon 5 years ago; turned him faggot queer on wedding night

Mechanism(s): Single-tail whip (primary), onyx-tipped black-lacquered chestnut cane, 3 feet length by 1/2 inch diameter
Most commonly used girl cock:

Corrections are the conjunctions in the domm/sub vocabulary, holding together the concepts of obedience, rebellion and oblivion

— Smythe Blackstone

My former sister-in-law Vivian took me out to lunch the other day and in a halting very nervous manner asked me a fairly blunt question.

Would I train her pussy?

Intriguing.

Vivian was always hot, and actually, when she was married to my brother, I thought a lot about fucking her.

But I really didn’t feel like training another pussy. I am constantly refining my wife Akira, of course, making sure her pussy obeys.

And I recently started training the pussy of this hot 19-year-old named Lumi.

So I regrettably had to tell her no. But not all the news I had for her was bad.

You see, there’s a young woman I know named Smythe. Or, as most women better goddamn call her, Mistress Smythe Blackstone. She’s a real piece of work. Cruel. Practically soulless.

And from what I’ve been told, she can really, really, really train a pussy.

So I had them both over to our place and I introduced them to each other.

Vivian was a little hesitant and shy about what she wanted. But Smythe is wise for such a young ‘in.

They left together.

Four days later I got that phone call. That strange call. That chilling, erotic call.

From Vivian. Forced by Smythe.

I ran across this on Wikipedia. I never realize it was an actual hit record at one point.

Remember it?

I re-created this call I got from Vivian from my memory. After I said “Hello,” I didn’t speak again.

Everything that follows here is, from the best of my recollection, what Vivian had to say, except for the very last part.

I’ve added bracketed notes describing sounds she made that weren’t words and descriptions of her emotional states as I picked up on them:

Taylor. Oh, Taylor. Oh, god.

Taylor, my my pussy. My pussy is disgusting, revolting. My … my … my pussy … is vile, Taylor. It’s disgusting.

Mistress Blackstone said I had to call you. That I had to tell you these things, Taylor.

[a loud pained sob]

Dear god!

Oh dear god.

It’s clamped. My clit. My clit, Taylor. It’s clamped. Clamped so tight. So tight, Taylor. So tight.

[jagged sobbing mixed with sudden inhalations]

Yes. I’m trying, Mistress Blackstone. I’m trying.

Taylor, my pussy …

NO! PLEASE GOD NO! Mistress Blackstone, please not the crop again! Not there. NOT THERE!

[a horrible cry of anguish]

Mercy, Mistress Blackstone! Please! NO DON’T!!!

[loud choking sobs]

NOOOOOOO!!!

[next part spoken in soft quivering voice]

I am in hell.

[soft crying for over a minute, then a different voice]

Hey, Taylor. This is Smythe. Your buddy the rancid ol’ cunny can’t talk right away. What she was supposed to tell you was that her pussy is useless. It’s too loose for a man to fuck and not creamy enough for a woman to want to eat out.

I told her if she didn’t tell you all that on the phone, her pussy would pay.

Anyway, let’s have lunch soon. Right now — as promised — I gotta make this bitch’s cunt pay.