cave56
11-27-2003, 10:37 AM
This is a story posted by LookingUp's ex girfriend S.L. Read and see more in LookingUp's thread in the pics forums. More to come.
Cave56
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Corporal Review Vol 1 No 2 1986
Dear Sandy,
It’s been a long time since I wrote you but i’ve been having a lot of fun learning of my new power. I’ve thought a lot about my newly found feeling and my relationship with a human being who now is a slave to me. Any thought I’ve ever had about how to treat a man never came close to this, even in my fantasies, or even in anger.
Somehow he injected this vision into my mind until I was inquisitive, then when i was at the height of my curiosity, he laid himself before me to take. That was the last and only time he was in control in our relationship. He turned it all over to me to do as I pleased. It was strange at first, but as time passed, I was obsessed with the vision of him beneath me, catering, pampering, suffering and indulging my every whim. He is now instructed to bring me your publications or the equivalent of them, for the nourishment of my mind. Why I enjoy inflicting pain on him I don’t know or even care, for I have accepted it totally.
Women write to you and tell you why they started to treat men like this and I can’t identify with them. I don’t hate my father, I haven’t had a bad experience with men, or even been raped. To be thruthful, I love my slave and he loves me. We’re also good friend. I love his face in my ass with his tongue cleaning my asshole. I love walking on his face with my spike heels and I love making him drink my pee. He tells me he loves being the instrument of my obsession.
Since I only see him at work, I must evaluate my time to make sure I please myself fully. I’ve found that body worship, high-heel homage and humilation are my personal favorites. I abuse him in ways that I’ve read about but have never seen in pictures, so I thought I supply them. As you can see, I love to stand on my slave with my high heel, even on his face. He mus lick my shoes clean every day, evn the soles. I trample all the food he eats and use his face as my seat regularly. The chore of being my toilet is new, but is one he says he savors. While I’m sitting on his face, I can feel where his lips, nose and even where his eyes are and I can direct my pee easily. I love the feel of his muscles quivering and straining to hold my weight.
As I walk on his body, I feel him tense and watch is face redden as my high heels sink into his flesh. I look where I have walked and see my red, black and blue heel marks on his skin. They only last a few days, except for two. Every other day I stand, feet together, on his chest, while he guides my high heels to the same two heel marks over his heart. I start to apply pressure until my toes are in the air. These two heel marks are calloused in the shape of my heels. This is my brand.
He is now training to be my toilet. He drinks my pee like a pro, but my shit is another story. I know shit isn’t healthy, so it’s only once in a while, mostly just as toilet paper. One time I asked my slave if he would eat my shit and he just studdered.
”Shut up and get on your back”, I ordered.
Being the good slave he is, he slowly got on the floor in front of me. Wow, I thought. Standing on his chest. I turned and squatted down with my asshole in his face. ”Leson number one,” I sais and let my shit fall. When I finished, I stood and turned to find one turd had landed under his nose and fallen to the floor. The other was a small one which stuck on his botom lip and chin. ”Well,” I said ”maybe I’ll become a better aim with practise.” Lifting my right foot , I stepped on the turd and twisted my foot to grind it into his face.
”Open wide, slave,” I said as I stuffed my shoe into his mouth. As I pulled it out, I made sure to scrape the sole against his teeth. Looking down at his shit-covered, scrunched-up face, I began to laugh. But, that son-of-a-bitch got it down. ”Well slave, how’s your homemade peanut butter? It took me all day to make it,” I giggled.
”Not as bad as I thought it would be, Mistress.”
”Good, now clean my shoe and go shower.” I was standing on a man that was licking my shit from my shoe. When he finished, I checked hiswork and gave him the okay by stepping on his face, digging my heels into his cheeks, just below his eyes.
He looked funny the next day with two red spots under his eyes.
I hope you enjoy the pictures and believe me, more will follow.
Still learning in Connecticut
S.L.
P.S. My slave brought home the tape that Mistress Carla made and enjoyed it and leaned a lot. If she needs a slave for her next movie, feel free to give he my address. She’ll be able to dance on him with her high heeels for everyone to see and enjoy.
Cave56
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Corporal Review Vol 1 No 2 1986
Dear Sandy,
It’s been a long time since I wrote you but i’ve been having a lot of fun learning of my new power. I’ve thought a lot about my newly found feeling and my relationship with a human being who now is a slave to me. Any thought I’ve ever had about how to treat a man never came close to this, even in my fantasies, or even in anger.
Somehow he injected this vision into my mind until I was inquisitive, then when i was at the height of my curiosity, he laid himself before me to take. That was the last and only time he was in control in our relationship. He turned it all over to me to do as I pleased. It was strange at first, but as time passed, I was obsessed with the vision of him beneath me, catering, pampering, suffering and indulging my every whim. He is now instructed to bring me your publications or the equivalent of them, for the nourishment of my mind. Why I enjoy inflicting pain on him I don’t know or even care, for I have accepted it totally.
Women write to you and tell you why they started to treat men like this and I can’t identify with them. I don’t hate my father, I haven’t had a bad experience with men, or even been raped. To be thruthful, I love my slave and he loves me. We’re also good friend. I love his face in my ass with his tongue cleaning my asshole. I love walking on his face with my spike heels and I love making him drink my pee. He tells me he loves being the instrument of my obsession.
Since I only see him at work, I must evaluate my time to make sure I please myself fully. I’ve found that body worship, high-heel homage and humilation are my personal favorites. I abuse him in ways that I’ve read about but have never seen in pictures, so I thought I supply them. As you can see, I love to stand on my slave with my high heel, even on his face. He mus lick my shoes clean every day, evn the soles. I trample all the food he eats and use his face as my seat regularly. The chore of being my toilet is new, but is one he says he savors. While I’m sitting on his face, I can feel where his lips, nose and even where his eyes are and I can direct my pee easily. I love the feel of his muscles quivering and straining to hold my weight.
As I walk on his body, I feel him tense and watch is face redden as my high heels sink into his flesh. I look where I have walked and see my red, black and blue heel marks on his skin. They only last a few days, except for two. Every other day I stand, feet together, on his chest, while he guides my high heels to the same two heel marks over his heart. I start to apply pressure until my toes are in the air. These two heel marks are calloused in the shape of my heels. This is my brand.
He is now training to be my toilet. He drinks my pee like a pro, but my shit is another story. I know shit isn’t healthy, so it’s only once in a while, mostly just as toilet paper. One time I asked my slave if he would eat my shit and he just studdered.
”Shut up and get on your back”, I ordered.
Being the good slave he is, he slowly got on the floor in front of me. Wow, I thought. Standing on his chest. I turned and squatted down with my asshole in his face. ”Leson number one,” I sais and let my shit fall. When I finished, I stood and turned to find one turd had landed under his nose and fallen to the floor. The other was a small one which stuck on his botom lip and chin. ”Well,” I said ”maybe I’ll become a better aim with practise.” Lifting my right foot , I stepped on the turd and twisted my foot to grind it into his face.
”Open wide, slave,” I said as I stuffed my shoe into his mouth. As I pulled it out, I made sure to scrape the sole against his teeth. Looking down at his shit-covered, scrunched-up face, I began to laugh. But, that son-of-a-bitch got it down. ”Well slave, how’s your homemade peanut butter? It took me all day to make it,” I giggled.
”Not as bad as I thought it would be, Mistress.”
”Good, now clean my shoe and go shower.” I was standing on a man that was licking my shit from my shoe. When he finished, I checked hiswork and gave him the okay by stepping on his face, digging my heels into his cheeks, just below his eyes.
He looked funny the next day with two red spots under his eyes.
I hope you enjoy the pictures and believe me, more will follow.
Still learning in Connecticut
S.L.
P.S. My slave brought home the tape that Mistress Carla made and enjoyed it and leaned a lot. If she needs a slave for her next movie, feel free to give he my address. She’ll be able to dance on him with her high heeels for everyone to see and enjoy.