Mistress Milliscent: Absinth & Dreams In Seattle

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 invariably return 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 close, she often seems forever out of 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Relief floods my body as a strap is removed and the plug she had forced deeply into my ass before leaving is withdrawn.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 well fucked tonight." She remarked as she set the plug aside and began removing my bonds.

Slowly I was freed, eventually placed upon my back. She worked with care so as to not disturb the catheter that had been removing my wastes, nor the bag in which those wastes were collected. "You can drink it all up in a minute, but first I've got a nice meal for you." She said with a smile, while holding the bag of urine.

As I lay watching her she climbed off the bed and retrieved 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 exclaimed as she removed the condoms from their container.

She handed them to me, one by one and supervised as I licked every drop of her passion and her lovers cum from them. When I was finished I thanked her for allowing me to share in her lovemaking. I was 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 absinthe-induced fairy? I sometimes wonder if it even matters.

Comments

Brilliant pair of tales; cleverly reflective, insightful, balanced. I do believe you've firmly established your credibility as Artist.

I've always been prepared to kneel ... but now I bow, also.

Posted by: Alexis | February 22, 2010 9:37 PM

Wow Milliscent, How Your mind works. Such an incredible understanding of the needs and desires of submissive men! Everyone has their own needs/fantasies, of course. For me, the only way I would change this story would be that nancy would be double-diapered with soft cotton super absorbent diapers and pink ruffled plastic pants rather than cathetered. How humiliating to have to wet myself while my Mistress was enjoying Herself with her lover, then to be "discovered" in that humiliating state by You upon Your return. (I know that You are not specifically into infantalism, but that You are into HUMILIATION!)

Posted by: nancy | February 23, 2010 12:30 PM

such evil delicious erotic writing...

Posted by: bdenied | February 23, 2010 2:55 PM

alexis,

Thank you for your extremely kind compliments. Given my love of your writing, I could never ask for higher praise.

Posted by: Milliscent | February 23, 2010 6:20 PM

nancy,

Certainly a diaper would work to keep the boy from making a mess. I would of course have to use some Ben Gay to make sure that the boy didn't end up with diaper rash!

Posted by: Milliscent | February 23, 2010 6:22 PM

bdenied,

I'm pleased that you enjoyed it! Perhaps I must drink absinthe a bit more often.

Posted by: Milliscent | February 23, 2010 6:23 PM

Mistress,

These are very descriptive stories! I can imagine very much being in these predicaments.

The very tight bondage, butt plug harness, raising of the ass, and gag all caught my attention in just the right way;-)

I LOVED the catheter (I hope?) but with my mild level of experience I did shiver with the recycling, (pee and cum). Your pet, real or imaginary is likely a more deserving sub than I.

Thank you for sharing your very creative artwork with us.

stuart

Posted by: stuart | February 23, 2010 8:15 PM

stuart,

It is not for the sub to decide if he is worthy, indeed he is likely not in his raw state. She makes him worthy, she refines him through suffering.

Thank you for your kind compliment, I am pleased that you feel my little story rises to the level of art.

Posted by: Milliscent | February 24, 2010 6:26 PM

Hello Ms. Milliscent,

A very poetic and well-matched pair.

Best,

scott
Mrs. Kelly's Playhouse

Posted by: scott Kelly | February 24, 2010 7:06 PM