Dystopian Longings
A Collection Of Dreams
By
Ms. Milliscent and F. Kettleman
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2010 Ms. Milliscent
milliscent.com
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A Moment
"Come here." She said.
I walked to where she was standing at the side of her car and was given a tight and affectionate embrace. Slowly she took one of her hands from around my back and moved it towards my cock, grasping the hard plastic in which it was encased.
"You've been with me through everything, all these years and struggles. Partners forever." She said, while caressing the plastic, using one of our pet phrases.
They were words that I needed to hear from time to time, encouragement that we were on the right path with our unique lives. I'm sure she knew the positive power of her words by the way my body relaxed in her arms.
"It is because you are my favorite, my choice, that you must suffer the most. I'm replacing this plastic cage with steel because the more I love, the more I demand. Very soon your cumming will be locked away forever in cold steel. I love you enough to deny you forever. Do you understand?" She asked.
"I'm scared Mistress." I replied.
"I know." She said, releasing me, getting into her car and driving off with a smile.
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His Green Fairy
I hear the door open; hear the distinctive clicks her high heels make as she walks across the wooden floor. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, locked in my little room and forced to wait for her return. I know that she likes me to wait, likes me to remain still with nothing to distract my attention. She delights in leaving me alone with my thoughts, which she knows invariably turn to her. That is why I’m on the bed, severely and uncomfortably bound.
I feel the heat of her body on mine, not touching yet very close. She often seems forever out of my reach. I’m bound face down, but with my ass high in the air, held there by pillows, a support she uses to keep me in her chosen position.
Relief floods my body as a strap is removed and the plug she had forced deeply into my ass before leaving is withdrawn. “We were both fucked well tonight.” She remarks as she sets the plug aside and begins removing my bonds.
Slowly I am freed, eventually rolled onto my back. She works with care as to not disturb the catheter that has been removing my wastes, nor the bag in which those wastes are collected. “You can drink it all up in a minute, but first I’ve got a nice meal for you.” She says with a smile, while setting aside the bag filled with my urine.
As I lay watching she climbs off the bed and retrieves her purse from the floor, removing from it a small jar containing two used condoms. “I fucked him twice tonight, you’re going to eat well!” She exclaims as she removes the condoms from their container.
She hands them to me, one by one and supervises me as I lick every drop of her passion and her lovers cum from them. When I finished I thanked her for allowing me to share in her lovemaking. I am proud to be her slave, the object of her mockery.
I am truly a slave to her; she remains forever my evil fairy. I do not know though, is she real, or is she an absinth-induced fairy? I sometimes wonder if it even matters.
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Her Green Fairy
I open the door and am pleased to see that he hasn’t been able to move an inch. I admire my handiwork, a male slave, tightly bound, blindfolded, jaw forced open with a large ring gag. I admire the massive plug, so much larger than his cock, forced deeply into his ass. Admire the catheter that allows me to leave him for so very long without worrying about a mess. I bound him and left for a day and night with the latest in a long string of lovers, left him to think about me and my betrayal of him as I fucked another.
I move close to him. I am dressed to kill and I know that my scent is of sweat and sex, but I don’t let my body sensually touch him. I much prefer to deny him all sexual touch. I remove the plug from his ass; delighting in the discomfort it must cause, and I slowly release him from bondage.
I’ll work his ass again later, perhaps with a plug, or maybe I’ll explore inside of him with a long handled dildo. For a while he can enjoy an empty ass, but I will open it again for I simply hate the idea of his fuckhole ever being closed.
I comment about the fucking I received earlier and smile inwardly as he groans.
Eventually he is unbound, the gag and blindfold are removed. His catheter bag is quite full; I remind him that later he will be drinking it. I need him to humiliate himself for me and I delight in the fact that he does so with amazing willingness. He’ll drink his own piss simply because I tell him to do so, but even more importantly, he’ll find joy in doing it for me.
I brought condoms home from my tryst and give them to him for cleaning. The wetness from my body and the cum from my lover both combine to make a perfect meal for my slave. I look into his eyes as his tongue lovingly licks my lovers cum and I know that he is truly mine.
I am a dominatrix, he my little fairy. I wonder though, is he real, or is he an absinth-induced fairy? I sometimes wonder if it even matters.
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Birthday 'Girl'
My presents are unwrapped and stacked around me, a boon because it is my birthday. Some are from Mistress Kate, others from Master John. Mostly they are beautiful, frilly, feminine clothing, pretty clothes to cover my new self. I need these new clothes because under their whips I have become a sweet and submissive girl. I am no longer the strong and strapping man I was when I met them.
Mistress Kate reaches behind herself and pulls out one final gift with a card attached. It's addressed to Sissy from Master and Mistress. It is a joint gift, the only one of the night that they selected together. I open the card excited to see what they may have gotten me.
Dear Sissy,
We adore the fact that you are locked away for us, that your useless little cock is forever encased in its steel trap. We abhor the idea of you cumming and must insist that our sexuality, our orgasms, remain your only sexual pleasure.
We have however decided that you may begin masturbating again, and have found a wonderful toy that we are sure you will enjoy.
John & Kate
I am more than a little confused by the message in their card, but I haven't cum for so long that my excitement is instantly ramped up to unbelievable levels. I can't wait to see what kind of wonderful toy they have found for me to work my cock with. Without any hesitation I rip the paper away from the package.
Inside is a massive black dildo, with balls attached. The words "Realistic 9 Inch Cock" are emblazoned across the top of the clear plastic package.
My eyes must have grown wide at my first sight of it for I hear Mistress laugh.
"I hope you like it Sissy!" She blurts out, still laughing. "I've always cum very hard with my dildo, and it's not nearly as big as yours!"
A little later that night, on my hands and knees, I am made to demonstrate my new skills at "fucking myself." It seems that those words may be destined to become their new favorite term. They laugh at me, taunt me, and slowly began to make love as I moan on the floor, doing my best to entertain them.
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Humiliation Via Email
From: Boss@ballbreakingbitches.org
To: minion@wesellcrap.com
Subject: Plans For Tonight
Hi honey!
I hope that you are having a great day at work today!
I don’t want you to be surprised when you get home tonight, so I’m sending you a quick email to let you know that you won’t be having a very good evening.
I hate to have to bring this up, but do you remember when I was smothering you last week? When you broke my rules? When your hand came up and caressed my pussy?
I need you to remember honey that my pussy is off limits to you. I need you to remember that you are never to touch it. Can you remember that for me honey? That’s been my rule for a long time now and I know that sometimes you must need to touch me very badly, but I need you to obey my rules. I let you sniff and worship my ass and under my arms but I just can’t have you trying to touch me erotically anywhere else.
Remember honey that I had to make these rules for your own good. Remember that I put up with your clumsy attempts to make love to me for a long time. You were a failure at pleasing me in the bedroom, and I just couldn’t tolerate your pathetic attempts any more. I also have to admit that you just don’t turn me on. There’s nothing you can do to get my motor running, nothing at all to excite me about you sexually. I can’t have some looser in the bedroom who can’t even turn me on trying to touch me sexually. Can you remember that for me honey?
Well, I have to admit that usually you are good, you almost always keep your filthy hands to yourself and I was able to forgive your poor behavior after I punished you for it. You are a very good husband, and I know that you will do better in the future.
Here’s the thing though. I just haven’t been able to get it out of my mind that your sin wasn’t just a sin against me. Sure it’s my body, my pussy you violated, and sure I’m the only Alpha in the house, but I can’t help but think that you sinned not only against me, but against Brendan and against any other man I choose to allow the heaven that is my body. You know how much Brendan turns me on and how wonderfully he makes love to me. That’s why he’s allowed to touch, caress, and lick all my best places. It just doesn’t seem fair to him that you strayed into an area that my rules have reserved for other men.
I’ve decided that even though I’ve already punished you, your sin against Brendan and any other men I allow into my bed needs to be dealt with as well.
Brendan is here at the house now, and I’ve asked him to have a ‘man to man’ talk with you about your poor behavior. (Well, maybe not ‘man to man!’ ;-))
Anyway, I’ve asked him to sit you down and remind you about how I require you to behave. Maybe having a man talk to you about my rules and about your role in my world will help you to remember your place. I’ve also asked him to make very liberal use of the belt while talking to you. I know that this little chat will be extremely humiliating for you, but I want it to be physically painful for you too.
I’ll see you when Brendan is done with you tonight. While he’s putting you in your place, remember that it’s your own fault that I have to do this. I don’t think that I ask too much of you in our relationship, in fact, I only ask for one little thing, that you give me your complete obedience. I’m sure that you will get better and better as time goes on.
Well, see you later honey! While Brendan is beating and berating you tonight, I want you to remember that I do love you, for your obedience to me.
Dru
P.S. The thought of another man discussing your failings with you, giving you ‘man to pussy whipped hubby’ talks about your behavior is turning me on! I can’t wait to touch myself tonight while I listen to Brendan’s belt beating your poor little ass! Just think, I might be moaning in pleasure at the exact same moments you are moaning in pain! I might have to make these little ‘chats’ a regular part of your life. They could be great fun!
D.
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Fun With Email
From: boss@ballbreakingbitches.org
To: minion@wesellcrap.com
Cc: Brendan@sissytrainer.com
Subject: A Little Project
Hi Honey!
I hope that you’re getting a lot accomplished, and having a stress free day at work!
I had lots of fun today!
I did some shopping at our favorite lingerie store and I think that I found something unique and wonderful to wear for Brendan on Saturday night! I want to make sure though, so I’ll put it on tonight and let you take a peek. I’d like to get a man’s opinion about how it looks on me.
Of course, I don’t have any men around, so I guess that you’re the best I can do! ;-)
Poor hubby, I do wonder what it must feel like to live as you do. You are just so much less than a man. Well, anyway, there’s nothing you can do to change what you are, and besides, sometimes I think that maybe you’ve become so used to our marriage that you actually think it’s normal.
I remember that you were a man once, before you came to me. Do you ever regret asking to be my slave? If you ask me, it was the damn dumbest question you ever asked, but I suppose that you like being forced to live a life of obedience. I can’t imagine why, but you do seem to thrive under my control.
Back to tonight though. I’ll have you look at me in my new lingerie and you can let me know if I’m smokin hot! I do want to look great for Brendan, even if he tears lingerie off of me in a couple of minutes flat!
Do you ever think back to when we first met? Remember how I used to wear sexy things for you? It’s too bad that we can’t still do that, but there’s just no use exciting you since you’re just my thing now and certainly not a thing that I would ever invite into my bed.
Enough about my new lingerie though, I want to tell you about the special project I’ve got planned for you when you get home from work!
I didn’t just buy some very sexy things for myself; I bought you a nice big supply of pretty panties!
Tonight when you get home I’m going to have you get out all of your masculine underwear. Then you can sit in the living room at my feet and cut it all up with scissors as I watch. I’ve decided that as long as you are living under my roof, there will be no more masculine underwear for you.
From now on you’ll always be in pretty panties for me! Won’t that be wonderful?
I know that you love me, and I know that you would never cheat on me, but it must get tempting for you sometimes. The women you work with don’t know that you’re not a man, and there are so many pretty girls there. After all these years without sex you must be dying to get your lil pecker inside of a woman!
I think that the pretty panties will help you to keep temptation at bay. Just imagine how a woman would laugh if she opened up your pants and found your lil pecker covered in colorful lace!
Of course at some point you’ll be going to the doctors for a checkup, so I guess that someone will see you in your new panties! ;-)
It’ll be a fun project for us tonight, and I know that you’ll be very cute running around in sexy ladies under-things!
Dru
P.S. I sent a CC to Brendan because he and I talked about all of this last week and he is thrilled that you will be in panties from now on. To be honest, we had a great laugh at your expense! What’s new huh?
P.P.S. Oops, I almost forgot to tell you! When Brendan and I talked about your new panties he suggested that we start using them to clean ourselves up a little bit after sex. That way you’ll get to feel nice and close to us while wearing your panties with our dried cummies! Isn’t Brendan good to you? I want you to write him a nice thank you email for the way he’s always thinking of you.
D.
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A Husband's Filled Ass
It hasn’t been a leisurely drive home for me tonight. My ass is throbbing and I’ve got to get home so that I can relieve the increasing pressure from it. I’m not ill; this pain is just the result of something that my wife requires of me.
She wants to always be at the forefront of my mind and she never wants me to forget for a moment what our respective roles are in this world. She achieves those twin goals through the liberal use of butt plugs opening my body. When it comes to my penetration she has two basic rules. When I get up in the morning and get ready to go to work I’m required to insert a plug into my ass, and I must wear it until I receive an email from her at work telling me that it can be removed. Sometimes it’s in place for a short period of time, sometimes I fear that my penetration will never end. There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to how long she requires it to be in place each day. Her second rule, the one I’m suffering under tonight is that while she never restricts my ability to ‘go out with the boys’ she does require me to plug my ass before I leave the house, and to leave the plug in place until I’m back home with her. I've lived under these rules for years but never get used to the plugs as she has greatly increased the length and girth of her favorite plugs throughout our time together.
She knows that when I’m at work things can get very busy, that while talking to other people it might be easy for thoughts of her to slip from my mind. Because of that she decided that by having a plug force my ass open, I wouldn't be able to get her out of my mind no matter how distracted I become. She was of course correct; she never completely fades from my thoughts. Even after she allows me to remove the plug residual discomfort serves the same purpose. Every time I move on my chair I feel her deeply inside of my body. Every time I get up and walk I feel her working my ass. I do love this constant reminder of her and delight in the wicked imagination that thought up these rules.
As much as she values her plan when I’m at work though, she places extreme importance on it when I’m out with my friends. Most men, certainly most of my friends are real men. They get to make their own decisions; they get to manage their own lives. My friends get to fuck their wives; they aren’t like me, begging for an opportunity to masturbate under her strict supervision. My friends argue with their wives, I’m regularly beaten by mine.
With all of these differences my wife worries that my being around my ‘real man’ friends could be a bad influence on me. That their boisterous talk and alpha behaviors might make me forget that I am not an alpha male, in my wife’s eyes I’m not really a man at all. I’m just her property, existing to suffer for her and serve her whims.
Again though, her plan has proven to be genius. My friends may all be ‘real men’ but when I’m out with them the plug forced deeply into my ass reminds me that I don’t get to make decisions for myself. It reminds me that my ass is for her to fuck with massive dildos and hers is to be delicately caressed with my lips and tongue. The pain I feel in my ass reminds me of the pains I suffer for any violations of her rules and that helps to keep me humble.
I was out extremely late tonight. The discomfort continues to grow, so I’m thrilled that this long drive is almost over. I’ll feel amazing relief as I pull the plug out of my ass tonight, but perhaps less obviously, I’ll feel tremendous gratitude for it too. I love the constant reminder of my role in my wife’s life.
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My New Girl
"Please Mistress, may I cum?" You ask me, explosive passion evident in your voice.
I hear your words and reflect upon how I've forced you to change. You came to me a man, yet now you are woman. High heels, stockings, and the short skirt you are stroking yourself through. Lacy bra, pretty makeup and hair, your outfit is complete.
I love having you on your knees and place you on them often, but today is different for you. Today you are not kneeling at my feet; today you are kneeling with your face in a very masculine crotch. You are learning about sex as a submissive woman. You are bathing in his scent, feeling his hardness on your cheeks, and exploring your femininity as you bask in his masculinity.
I want you to cum with your face in his crotch; want you to become woman for me. "You may cum bitch." I say moments before your feminization completes.
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Senator
The Senator walked by my desk and into her office. I quickly followed her in and locked the door, as was our routine at the end of every day.
She was staring out the window, across the broad lawns, to the Capitol Dome. It was truly a billion dollar view but I found the view of her backside as she contemplated the Capitol even more inspiring. I was Chief of Staff to the most beautiful woman in the United States Senate. Outside of this office I was a man of power, a man many feared. Inside the office I was something quite different though, for the Senator loved her power and sought out concrete ways of expressing it.
She reached behind herself and unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the floor. Under it she had been wearing nothing but stockings and a garter belt, so I was treated to a perfect view of her spectacular ass. She spread her feet apart and leaned forward slightly, arching her back, placing her hands upon the windowsill.
"It's been a long day Tom." She said. "Kneel down behind me and worship my ass with your tongue while I admire the view."
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Punishment
I was sitting at the desk she keeps for me in her Washington DC apartment, reviewing a press release, when I heard the Senator’s voice summoning me.
“Tom, come in here for a minute.” She called out from the bathroom where I knew that she had just finished her shower.
When I entered she was facing away from me, yet looking at me in the mirror. She is a striking woman, and was standing there gloriously nude. I was instantly aroused by the vision before me, yet also felt fear building inside my chest due to the extremely cross expression on her face.
“Go into my bedroom and strip. Get the police style handcuffs and leg shackles, plus a ring gag and return to me. Quickly!” She ordered.
“Yes, Senator.” I replied turning to walk out the door.
Her next words stopped me. “It seems that you are getting to be a forgetful and careless little man. Do you understand the order I just gave you?” She asked.
“I’m sorry Senator, yes, I understand.” I answered.
“Good. Now hurry up, and don’t fuck up. I don’t want to spend all night dealing with you.” She finished as I quickly made my way into her bedroom.
I got undressed as quickly as I could and returned to her with the items she had requested. She was still nude but had covered her hands with black latex gloves.
“Get into the shower, lay down on the floor, on your side.” She commanded.
Not knowing what she was upset about, but sensing that her displeasure was only growing as the seconds passed I entered the large marble shower and lay on the floor as quickly as possible. Moments later she had the handcuffs affixing my arms behind my back, my ankles were shackled, and the large ring was forced between my teeth holding my mouth open. The ring's attached leather straps were joined at the back of my head, ensuring that the gag remained firmly in place. When her preparations were complete she stood over me, glaring down into my eyes.
“You seem to have forgotten what your role is here boy. I guess it’s time for a reminder, and it’s going to be harsh I’m afraid. You are required to follow the rules. That means every rule. You obey. You do exactly what you are told. If you did that you wouldn’t be in this position now. I don’t know what makes you think that you can forget any of the rules I lay down, what makes you think that you can disobey me, but you should remember that disobedience has consequences, and you are going to learn one of those consequences right now.” She stated, the anger obvious in her voice.
I still did not know what I had done to offend her, how I had disobeyed, or which of her rules I had broken. She of course remained as magnificent as ever, but I couldn’t think about her beauty or my passion at seeing her nude. Any excitement I had for her was overwhelmed by fear of whatever punishment was in my immediate future. With my mouth forced open by the ring gag I could not communicate my fear to her verbally, but I knew that she could see my body trembling and I knew that my visible fear would only serve to excite her.
“As you well know, it is your duty to always see to it that there is adequate toilet paper on the holder. You are never permitted to shirk this duty. I do not care how busy you might be, or how many other things are going through your mind, you are required to always be certain that I have my needs met as I have outlined them to you. I came in here and there was no paper left on the roll. I am sick of your failures and will make certain that you never forget this one.” She informed me.
On hearing her words I immediately realized my error. A bachelor for all of my life, I sometimes found it hard to remember that women lived in slightly different ways from men and I sometimes forgot just how unforgiving of the slightest failings this particular woman could be.
“You asked to become my slave, my property, and I demand that you obey. Do you understand why you are being punished?” She asked.
I nodded my head to indicate yes.
“Good.” She said, turning away from me and walking over to the toilet.
Standing in front of it she removed a bowl from the counter next to it, then bent over and reached into the toilet. I saw her hands removing pieces of dark brown waste from it and placing those pieces in the bowl. Her self appointed task didn’t take long to complete, but in that brief span of time my fear rose to striking heights and became mixed with feelings of revulsion for although I had never experienced anything quite like this, I could picture in my mind what I thought she was going to do next.
“You know I believe that punishments should fit crimes and since your crime involved my shit, your punishment will also involve my shit. I’m going to feed it to you. You will eat my shit, and you will wear my shit. Next time you might remember the consequences of disobedience.” She said having returned to me in the shower.
She then crouched down to my level and started to feed me, delicately taking small amounts of her waste into her fingers and pushing it and her fingers into my mouth, forcing her waste down my throat. Between morsels she would rub her hands on my face and in my hair, slowly and elegantly coating my head with her waste. After what was probably only a few minutes, but seemed like hours, the bowl was empty and she stood over me once again.
“OK shit eater. I imagine that you won’t forget this lesson in the consequences of disobedience soon. I forgive you for your errors, but I expect you to do better in the future. To ensure that you don’t forget about the importance of my toilet paper again, eating it is going to become a regular experience for you. I can call you in here to eat my shit stained paper just as easily as I can flush it down the toilet. I’m going to free you now, so that you can go back to work on that press release. You may not however clean yourself up, I want you to wear my shit until it dries, feel it on your skin, be overwhelmed by the smell of it, and most importantly continue to taste it for hours. Do you understand slave?” She asked.
Completely defeated, I nodded yes.
“Good.” She said as she started to free me from the gag and my bonds. “Remember that I forgive you this transgression, but that you have to work very hard to continue pleasing me if you expect to remain my slave. Never forget that due to my position you can never be freed. If you displease me I’ll have you castrated and send you west to live out the rest of your life in the cage of some ugly, fat bitch. Please me though and if things continue the way they are, someday you just might be regularly eating the toilet paper of the President of the United States.”