Just tell me what you want." "To start with, you'll address me as Mistress. And unless told otherwise you'll speak only when spoken to and then respon...d with a 'Yes, Mistress' or a 'No, Mistress.' Got it!?" Yes, Mistress," I said. My cock got harder. It clearly liked what was going on. I'd read a little bit about Femdom when I surfed the net and the concept had titillated me. I didn't think I was ready for cock and ball torture, but the thought of sexually serving my wife was a real turn-on.. I trembled, unwilling to accept the truth of my situation -- after all, having spent a lifetime desperate this to happen, fantasizing, wishing, needing it... I guess when it finally did I hadn't got a clue what to do. I certainly didn't believe it.I mean, would you? Could you? After all, it's not everyday you wake up with the body you've dreamed of your entire life!My fervent hands quickly put paid to any delusion of hallucination. I could feel what I could see -- my breasts, my hips, my. I started to use my tongue while giving him a blowjob. He lifted me suddenly and made me lie on the bed with head out of it. He then slid his cock into my mouth again. I started to suck on it. He asked me to stop and he started to move ….. It was like he was fucking my mouth. His cock his hitting my throat making me choke.He is getting faster. I was rubbing my clit while he is fucking my mouth. He came in my mouth. He came so much. I coughed even some started to ooze from my nose. I took a. I needed something more than a purple would-be dick sliding in and out of my pussy. I needed the real thing, and the more I spent time playing with my dildo, the more I craved it. It was maddening and frustrating, but then, the summer before junior year happened. Not only did I hit a little growth spurt, I started loosening up more. I started confiding my sexual fantasies to some of my best friends. It was almost therapeutic. I loved it. Uttering things that I had previously kept close to my.