My girlfriend Lisa knows I have a little problem with fidelity. The way I see it it's not my fault female bodies are so beautiful. I just can't help wanting to look at and play with everyone I see. I just want to spread the love. I don't see how that can be bad.

Lisa has a decidedly different view on things. She feels I should only want to look and play with her. And she's so delicious, with her large, full breasts and strong thighs, it makes me want to cream just thinking about her. Especially when she puts on thigh high go-go boots, cherry red lipstick and a black latex corset. The cherry lipstick complements her raven-black hair and gives her face a harsh commanding look. When she combines the outfit with her trademark sexy pout I just want to fall to my knees in front of her. Every time I do she cradles the back of my head and commands me to stare at her belly ring. It's a little stud on a c shaped piece of steel pierced through her navel. But when I see it dancing amidst her shapely torso it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and just plain sexy as hell.

Now the best thing about her is her love of toys. I've never had a girlfriend more free and easy with sexual eccentricities. Whether it's her deerskin whip, her paddle, leather handcuffs or her slim gem studded dildo Lisa knows how to enhance an experience.

Now the odd thing is she wasn't always into domination. She started out as a submissive, reading only the m/d stories on the erotic mc forum. It wasn't till she met everybody's favourite author that things began to change. I began to give her subtle commands to enjoy being in control, to take charge. I told her how beautiful I found her when she asserted herself. Soon, more often than not, it was her hand that held the whip. And because she's a good girlfriend more often than not her other hand holds my cock.

Now all of this sounds a bit self congratulatory but lacking any serious mc heat. That would come later. This story goes from consensual mc to non consensual enthrallment very quickly. Just as soon as she caught me cheating.

Now personally I don't think there would have been such an extreme reaction if it hadn't been one of her friends. If I'd managed to seduce her brother's girlfriend into a threesome like I'd originally planned I think it would have gone over well. But her brother got wind of the plot somehow (I think he noticed I was leering at her) and began to keep her very secluded from the both of us.

Which I suppose is fine. However like I implied earlier, chasing women is just built into my bones. So I began contemplating how to arrange another threesome so I could throw another girl into the mix. Now plotting all this without letting my girlfriend/mistress know represented something of a challenge. Luckily the sight of my naked body always seemed to distract her somewhat. Hey I workout a lot. For any of you thinking about dating dominant women I recommend the practice.

Now the only other woman I came into contact socially with Lisa was her friend Melissa. She had a mop of curly blond hair which gave her an unkempt appearance. But her body was nicely chesty on an otherwise lithe frame. And I knew she had a history of going after her friends boyfriends.

Now cheating might not have been an issue but I knew for a fact Lisa would rather have been boiled in oil than play with Melissa that way. Maybe it was the fact the girl used to stalk her when she was younger or just a lack of the right pheremonal chemistry. Whatever. However the girl used to flirt me up everytime we met socially and the idea of seducing her white cotton panties (probably) off her pretty little legs became more and more appealing.

I'm not going to bore you with the details of the seduction, or the slip ups that lead to our getting caught. I'm sure I set the wheels in motion of my destruction subconsciously, that or the universe just thrives on sheer perversity. Probably both. Suffice it to say Lisa dropped by for a surprise visit (there's always a point in the relationship where you exchange spare keys. This is generally a very bad idea.) And sure enough she walked in to find me between the thighs of her best friend since high school.

"Oh my god" shrieked Melissa (and not in that good way) and plunged immediately into a fit of hysterics. I on the other hand am known for my ability to keep cool in a crisis leapt to my feet, my nakedness I figured being an asset rather than a liability, put my tongue in my cheek and said "Would you believe this isn't what it looks like?"

"No" she said. "Melissa get out. Get out now. I'll deal with you later."

Melissa looked to me for guidance provoking Lisa further.

"No, don't look to him. He's not in control here. Just go." Lisa threw her some of her clothes sans panties and bra. "No leave your unmentionables here. I want you to feel a little humiliation as you drive home. And remember that's only a taste, the merest foreshadowing of what's in store for you." I think her words had Melissa in a state of arousal greater than anything I'd managed to invoke in the last hour or so. I mentioned the girl had a serious crush on Lisa right? Melissa left, and a smarter me would not have watched her ass bouncing along as passed through the door. My ego was a little hurt at the lack of a backward glance, but at the last second, when she got beyond Lisa's line of sight, she turned and lifted her breasts at me and her tiny nipples danced in the sunlight. When Lisa saw me smile she whirled around but only saw a pert bottom bouncing merrily down the stairs.

"Do you know how fucked you are?" she said to regain my full attention.

"How fucked I am or how fucked I'm about to be?" I said stepping towards her and giving my best sexy leer. I figured if I could get her aroused I might get out of this with my dignity intact.

"I suppose a little bit of both" she said smiling. She was wearing tight black jeans and a red blouse cut low in the front. My eyes as always wanted to go down to her chest but a little voice told me to keep my eyes focused on her face to get a clue how this was going to go down.

"It's okay" she said. "I know you want to stare at my chest. You always do. Your eyes are always helplessly drawn to your mistresses chest."

It would have been easy to succumb to her lilting voice but I knew I was in real time deep shit here and this was a time where I needed to be in control.

"Now honey" I said "you know how much I love to see your smiling face." And I dragged my eyes level with her to make my actions suit my words. She smiled back at me, her smile reaching her gentle brown eyes. Her nimble fingers reached out and stroked my arm sending tingles across the skin wherever she softly brushed her nails.

All this activity sent signals to my lower regions which was embarrassingly obvious given my state of undress. Making virtue of necessity I stepped towards her and circled her waist in my arms pulling her towards me. I pressed my urgency against her and whispered in her ear "I can explain everything."

She pushed me down to the bed saying "I don't know you got killed last week." She straddled me and lifted her shirt off so that her magnificent chest swung freely in front of me. Her scent, a mixture of Pink and sweat, wafted over and leisurely laid siege to my mind. Then she leaned forward and surrounded my face with her breasts at the same time taking firm grasp of my wrists.

I heard her words muffled through her chest as she explained how things were going to go down.

"We had a nice relationship going but you had to go screw around. So that's going to cost you. You're going to lose a little bit of freedom, or maybe a lot of freedom, I haven't decided yet. And I'm going to punish you quite a lot. But you're going to like that. I'm going to make your punishment so enjoyable you won't realize I'm enslaving you. And by the time I'm done you won't even mind. You'll belong to me body and soul."

I'd heard those words before from her. Hell I'd even helped her practice them. But somehow even muffled as they were there was a tone of menace and iron that frankly scared me. I tried to push away but she held my wrists firmly. I rocked my hips to throw her off but that just pushed my pelvis against hers and I got distracted. Temporarily.

"Why are you struggling baby? Don't you want to belong to your mistress? Don't you think you deserve to be punished?"

Rediculous. I didn't deserve to be punished. But she sounded so convincing, with her beautiful breasts pressed so firmly against my face. Part of me wanted to just give in and let her have her way with my body and mind. But then her next words chilled my heart.

"When I'm done with you, when I finish your punishment, you'll never want to look at another girl. You'll never touch another girl without my permission. You'll be my complete and utter slave, my new sex toy. And you know how I love my toys. I frantically jerked my wrists and managed to free one. I pushed her away, but she guided my free hand to a breast, and I had trouble deciding whether to continue pushing or start fondling. And all the while her soft voice kept urging me to give in and stop resisting. And her voice became more insistent and more persuasive as her seductive scent kept tingling my nose.

She held one hand down and ran her nails lightly down the forearm. The sensation was so distracting and seductive I stopped moving for a moment. My attention was entirely focused on the feel of her nail drifting over my skin. Then I heard a metallic clink and I realized she'd cuffed that hand to the bed post. One of her damn toys. I struggled frantically but she was able to cuff the other hand to the opposite post fairly easily.

Sitting up she said "Now that's how I've always liked you best, spread eagled and naked on the bed."

"You witch" I said. "What are you going to do, just leave me here to starve. I have friends who drop by. If I'm not at work they'll come looking for me."

"I'm not going to do any such thing. I just want your undivided attention. And I want to make sure you're in no position to resist. So first I ought to look my best." She reached into her purse and removed her lipstick. She began to apply my favourite shade of cherry red. Watching her apply it, sitting over me with my hands cuffed and useless aroused me utterly. She watched my cock twitch and with her free hand grasped and gave it a few tugs. I moaned, the sound drawn from me against my will.

"You're so aroused. My little slave is so turned on by his mistress isn't he. You just can't wait to become my helpless sex toy. So impatient. I probably didn't even need to handcuff you, you're already so bound to my will."

Patent nonsense you understand but it was so tempting to just watch the swaying of her breasts as she breathed than try and remember what was so clearly wrong with what she was saying.

"I don't want to be your slave, not for real. This is a little scary Lisa. Look I was wrong..."

She cut me off with a very firm squeeze of my cock that crossed the border into painful.

"You will refer to me as Mistress Lisa at all times. Is that understood?" she asked squeezing my cock again for emphasis.

"Yes mistress" I said to placate her. "Now I know you're upset. Finding me with Melissa had to be a shock. But please it was just a mistake. She doesn't mean anything to me."

"Stop" she commanded, and I did. "It annoys me when my slaves speak in clichés, unless they're swearing obedience to me. There are after all only so many ways to say 'you are my sun and my moon and I will do whatever you wish. And what makes you think I was shocked anyway? How do you know I didn't set the entire scene up? You know Melissa will do anything I say, whenever I wish it. Maybe the only reason you were able to get her into bed at all was because I commanded. You don't think you have any sexual power of your own do you." Throughout her speech she had been gently massaging and stroking my cock, distracting from her words so that I heard them distantly, through a haze of sensation and pleasure.

She leaned close again, submerging my face in her chest and I breathed in her scent hungrily. I bit the flesh between her breasts with my teeth and spared not a thought for how she was trying to enslave me. Then she sat up and ceased pumping my cock. The rush of desire faded and I realized how completely in her power I had been for those few seconds.

My face must have showed my fear for she asked me "Do you still think you can resist me? I bet you're so turned on. I bet you'd love to touch that cock of yours, that throbbing cock so you could find release. Then you wouldn't be so anxious for me to touch it, to take it in my mouth that you'd give anything, even your freedom of thought for me to wrap my lips around that hot need. But you can't touch it, can you? Not with your hands cuffed behind you. So beg me to suck it."

"Sure" I said. "You can make me beg. You can do all the things you want, make me say anything you want. But that won't change anything. Once I come I'll be my own man again, you'll have no power over me."

"That's true. It would take a long time to brainwash you, to make you think you're completely powerless and uninterested in any other girls. But there are faster ways. Ways that involve a combination of hypnosis and association." And I felt her finger began to tease my ass.

"I know how much pleasure you get from having your ass touched. How much rubbing your asshole turns you on. How much you love to be penetrated. I've held off from doing that for you because I wanted it as a lever of control. But now I'm willing, I'm going to give you everything you asked for and more." She smiled radiantly at me. "You're going to have all the sexual pleasure you can handle, at the small cost of your freedom. Isn't that fair? Isn't your mistress wonderful?"

I started to object but felt a sudden pressure exploring my ass. A humming, electronic buzzing sound emerged as she pushed her slim dildo up inside me. There was an initial painful burning, a tremendous discomfort that was quickly replaced with a wave of relaxation as she removed the intrusion. And that was followed by a wave of emptiness as my ass burned with a need to be filled.

Now she teased my ass, a half inch, then an inch. A slow hinting of pleasure to come that exacerbated the burning need I began to feel.

She sensed this. "Do you want to be penetrated? Do you want to feel this inside of you? Beg me to penetrate you with my little toy." I sucked my breath in and refused. She leaned close so that those tremendous breasts hovered in front of me.

"Go ahead" she said "take my nipple in your mouth. It would feel so good. Suck on my nipple as I slip this inside you. Surrender to my breasts to my will." I resisted. I closed my eyes. I bit my cheek to keep from speaking. I tried to ignore the burning desire to feel my ass completely filled, to feel that buzzing presence inside me. I fought all these, I chained my lust with the bindings of my will.

She waited. Sadistically she waited till I gained complete control of myself. At the exact instant that I'd shut out her temptation completely she pushed that dildo deep inside my ass. The hot aching pleasure shattered the brittle bonds of my self control. She thrust it deep inside, pulled it out and thrust again. She rammed it against the walls of my stomach lining. My prostate throbbed in pleasure. Every time she removed it I begged her to plunge it deeper inside me. She rocked me to the point of climax, and then pulled it out and waited. Despite my entreaties she refused to plunge it in again.

"Look at me slave. Stare at my glorious chest." Unquestioningly I did so. I watched their gently sway in time with her breathing. "Now look at my lips." I stared at her lips as she shaped them into her trademarked sexy pout. "Now stare at my eyes." I stared deep into the chocolate brown of her eyes. I sank deep inside them and barely noticed the slow penetrating motion she resumed with her hand and toy. I just felt a deep abiding pleasure as I gazed into her eyes.

"Good slave. Lose yourself in my eyes. Feel your body rock with the pleasure I can grant. No one else can make you feel like this, only my tits, my eyes, my lips can please you. Only my body can give you this intense pleasure." At the word pleasure she thrust her dildo deep inside me, deeper than any thrust so far. I very nearly came at the sensation. I had no idea what was causing the pleasure anymore. Her toy, her eyes, her body or her scent. It was all blurring together in one hedonistic ménage. But I felt my grip on myself slipping away, I was adrift on a sea of pleasure with no sign of shore for miles. Her voice rocked me like gentle waves and I slipped into a fugue type state.

I assume she continued to work my ass with her toys because I never lost that sensation of being suffused with pleasure, of being filled to completion than only penetration can give. But I'm not sure because I just felt wonderfully content and relaxed, and oh so very aroused as she began to tell me things. She told me how my life would be from now on and it sounded wonderful. She was the most amazing woman I'd ever met. No one else could look as beautiful or make me feel this way. She was the only woman in the world as far as I was concerned. No other woman could make me feel aroused in any way, no matter what they did. Because I would carry this memory of sensation with me and nothing could compare to it.

I drifted out of the fugue state. I became conscious once again of her breasts as she pressed my head between them. My hands were free and I applied them to good use. I heard her moan. I breathed in her scent all around me. I began to work her panties and skirt down from her waist. I wondered if everything else had been a dream this felt so normal. Then I heard her voice address me.

"Slave" she said.

"Yes Mistress" I replied instinctively. What was that for, she didn't have me bound anymore, why would I say that?

"Very good slave." Deep within me I felt waves of pleasure at her praise. I looked at her as if for the first time. I'd always known she was hot but this was the first time I realized how breathtakingly beautiful she was. I was incredibly aroused and couldn't wait to slip inside her. But she cupped the back of my head and tried to guide my face to between her legs.

That wasn't something I wanted to do at all. "No way." I said. But then I felt something curious, a sort of mental echo. I felt a phantom presence, a warm moistening deep inside my ass generating intense pleasure and relaxation. I felt my will burn away as a memory of warm hot pressure slipped inside me. My desire to please her flared through my brain and I buried my head between her legs, her thighs clamped tight around my ears. And my arousal only grew as I worked her moistening lips with my tongue.

When she finished screaming through an orgasm she pulled me by my ears up to her chest. She allowed me to suck upon her nipple as she cooed to me how I'd pleased my mistress. It felt odd, disturbing and safe at the same time. I tried to mesh my memories of my self with my new responses. She had done something to me, changed me somehow but I couldn't define it. Then she beckoned to someone. Mistress Lisa told me to stand up and greet the new arrival. It was Melissa wearing a studded collar and nothing else. Her tight little body should have aroused me and yet it didn't. I felt nothing and my erection diminished in response.

Mistress Lisa beckoned me and I turned my attention to her. One glance at her lush body, full breasts and strong thighs and I grew instantly hard again. My cock throbbed and beat against my thigh. My gaze traveled higher and her cherry red lips entrapped my gaze. She licked her lips slowly and pre-cum began to leak uncontrollably from my cock. With her finger she gestured to the floor and I kneeled before her.

"You see" she said "you are now completely under my control. You feel nothing for any other woman, you exist sexually only for my pleasure. Now that we have established that I will allow you to come. Lie down, and Melissa come over here. Kneel down and take him in your mouth. Go on, do your best."

Enthusiastically Melissa began to go down on me but it did nothing. Not that I felt no sensation, it was just so paltry compared to the powers of my mistress. My erection faded into mush.

"That's allright. Don't be discouraged Melissa. Slave (and I knew she meant me) stare at my navel. That's right, watch my belly ring sparkle. Let your eyes drift as I circle it with my beautiful finger. Imagine your tongue between my thighs, I know how that turns you on. Watch my finger. I'm going to slip it inside of me. As soon as I do that, when you watch me finger myself, when I slip it inside my pussy you'll come. It will be the most intense orgasm, and you'll coat Melissa's lungs with sperm. You can feel it building, following my finger. Watching it as I circle my belly ring. Preparing to slip it inside me. You're so turned on. Completely entranced by my sex and power. My finger is more erotic to you than the sexual organs of any other girl. Come for me slave!" she said as she slipped her finger inside the folds of her pussy.

I immediately experienced a blinding orgasm. I'd never felt anything remotely liked it. I felt the sharp clear pleasure of obeying my Mistress's will. I was only an instrument of my Mistress's pleasure. And after all, what else is a sex toy for?