WP Punishment for Refusing to Fetch a Lady's Purse by lineboy

lineboy's female manager had asked him to quickly fetch her purse for her, but he declined because he not want to be seen carrying it!

He asked for a written punishment for his selfishness, and received one from another Domme. However, it was very obvious to me that what he really needed to be fully and properly punished was to be required to sit with a ladies's purse on the table as a reminder while he wrote his lines, perferably alone in a public place where he might be seen with it, as he was too embarassed at the idea of being seen with his manager's to do her this simple favour/service.

Knowing that doing lines in public could be risky, I allowed him to only do a portion of his punishment that way. I also specifically instructed him to get a large, flat, clutch-style bag without straps so that he could easily lay it on the table beside him, where it would be quite noticable, but without being completely obvious from across the room.

In requiring that he always have the clutch on the table while writing, regardless of where he was, I also made sure that he was constantly reminded of the needless selfishness of his infraction, the nervous embarassment of going handbag shopping, and of the potential humiliation inherent in the lines that he did have to do in a public.
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Mistress Magick thought that my punishment for refusing to carry a ladies handbag should be to purchase and then sit in a public place with a large clutch handbag of my own placed at my side on the table whilst writing at least 50 - 100 of my lines, the rest of which I could write at home but still with the clutch on my desk.

The first part of my punishment was to purchase a suitable clutch. A clutch handbag is a flat strapless bag that has to be carried under your arm or in your hand.

The clutch handbag

Upon receiving my instructions, I then had to think of where I would be able to purchase my clutch. This made me very nervous and scared, but excited at the same time.

As I walked around the shops checking to see if there was anyone I knew first, I nervously made my way to the ladies bag section. In the first shop, there was not any clutch bags. This filled me with dread as I would now have to go into another shop and repeat the process.

In the second shop, I hurried over to the ladies bags and had a look. The shop did have a clutch bag but it was only small, and Mistress Magick had specified a large bag. Again, I was disappointed and would have to try a third shop, all the time increasing my nervousness as the longer it took, the more people would see me!

I then decided to try the charity shops. I walked around the shop building up my courage, trying not to be seen taking too much interest in handbags. At first, I did not see any clutch bags, but, as I was leaving, I noticed on a display shelf a black and white bag that was flat and did not have a strap and it was large! I hurried over to it and picked it up, hoping nobody had seen me holding the clutch. I checked the price and quickly went to the till to pay. The lady served me and put the clutch into a carrier bag. She did not say anything other than the price/please/thank you and bye. I was getting a nervous feeling and wondering what the lady and the other customers were thinking about a man buying a ladies clutch handbag and what they would be saying once I'd left the shop.

The bag looks a bit old fashioned and probably not the colours or decoration a modern bag would be. It has a soft black and white pattern covering and a metallic bar across the top, which makes a bit of a clank when you lay it down (and I had to do this in a public place). It opens and closes with a satisfying click, which I like for some reason.

Whilst shopping, I mainly felt nervous. Hurrying around, trying not to be noticeable, there was also a slight feeling of embarrassment having to look at ladies handbags and knowing that I would be the one using it.

Using the clutch handbag

The second part of my punishment was to have the clutch in my view while I wrote my lines. A minimum of 50 of my lines were to be written in a public place alone with my clutch beside me on the table. This would be the first time I have ever used a ladies handbag. I spent the night trying to think of somewhere I was unlikely to meet anyone I knew and that would not be too busy.

I found a cafe that looked suitable and went inside feeling nervous. A waitress approached me and directed me towards a small table. I very slowly took my clutch bag out and placed it on my table. The waitress came back over to me and took my order and a few moments later served my drink.

Whilst I sat there, I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me. There was a party of two men and two ladies sat near by, and I heard one of the ladies mention "handbag". This got my attention. Were they just taking about buying themselves a new bag or about me! I felt embarrassed and uncomfortable. (Un)fortunately, the table was too small to write lines on, so I had to find somewhere else.

After a while, I found another cafe and bought my drink and sat down. The tables were bigger so I could write and have my clutch bag in the correct place. The other customers were mostly ladies. I was nervous, but at the same time I was excited as this would mean that if I was to be humiliated at least it would be ladies who would have the opportunity of seeing it. This would be very appropriate as I was being punished for disobeying ladies. I could see the bag lying flat on its side, just like a lady would place it. I found myself constantly looking up to see what the other customers were doing, trying to hear if they were talking about me, were they looking at me! I noticed the staff cleaning the tables near by and began to wonder if one had noticed me and told the others, and they had all come to look at the man with a clutch handbag!

Mistress Magick had specified that even at home the bag should on the desk and in my view. As I was writing in private now, I didn't have to worry about people seeing me, but I was of course reminded of why I was writing my lines and that I now owned a clutch.

This also meant that I spent longer looking at (about 6-7 hours) and being seen with a ladies' handbag (about 1.5 hours) then if I had just carried the bag for the few minutes required by my manager!

I got the buzz of being made to do something that ladies do: for the first time I had to shop for a specific ladies' item. I had to pay more attention to what I was looking at and take longer, just like a lady would do, thinking "No, that clutch is too small. I need something bigger." I also experienced what it is like to take a handbag out in public, having it in your view, putting it down when you sit at your table and picking it up when you leave - buying and owning a handbag!

One thing I noticed was that whilst I was nervously walking around the ladies section of the shops, scared and ashamed: there were ladies on their own just calmly and casually browsing the men's sections, taking items off the rails and inspecting them without any of the worries or embarrassment I was having.

Writing the lines

I have been writing lines for about a year now but I have never written any in a public place, so having to write them in the cafe was a bit scary for me. I found it difficult to write my lines as I was conscious of the other people around me, nervous every time I heard someone walk past. But providing nobody came too close, I probably just looked like I was writing.

Writing at home was easier of course, but the line I was writing was a good line and made me feel submissive and weak towards ladies. Plus, having to have the clutch in view made it even more effective.

Panty Shopping Report by larry

A new WP (written punishments) punishee of mine, larry, recently admitted to me that he has occasionally "borrowed" panties from his female partners. However, unlike many of my boys, he wasn't taking them to wear, but rather he was using them purely for self-pleasuring purposes!

Obviously such a naughty boy needed a firm punishment! Since he did not actually own any panties, I began by sending him shopping to buy some to wear them while writing for me later.

Following my standard Panty Shopping Assignment, which is geared to my personal preferences and tastes, he was to get a pair of lacy, black panties in whatever style he felt would fit him the best: look good on him, hold his package, etc.

His report is below. ;-) 
[And his WP reports are coming soon!]

And, be warned: When it comes to CBT, he is a bit of a masochist!
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Mistress Magick,

Success! i have arrived home and tried on my new panties. Please find the sales receipt attached.

i checked out a few lingerie websites before setting off as instructed, and decided i was a UK size 12. i couldn't decide which style to go for from the pictures, so i determined to make my mind up when i could see the range in the flesh (as opposed to on it!).

It's a half-hour drive to the only large town nearby, and i drove nervously wondering what would happen. Like i said, it's a small place. What if someone recognised me? What if i even knew the sales girl? i even switched the car radio off as nerves engulfed me.

i parked, and walked along the main shopping street. On the first pass, i just did a recce and ducked into a music shop; then summoning up the will, i strolled right in.

The lingerie department was almost right by the door. Anyone with a mind to could peer right in off the street and see me shuffling through the racks of panties. Two bored sales assistants stood chatting at the other end of the shop. i decided to try elsewhere.

i was disappointed with myself for losing my nerve, but brightened when i remembered You had instructed me to visit at least two shops. i strolled into Marks & Spencer and looked around for the lingerie department.

It must have been the only section of the store with no sign, as i was still looking around when i blundered right into it. There seemed to be women everywhere, and i quickly noticed i was the only man in the vicinity. i casually shuffled through the items on display, nervously glancing about me for disapproving looks. No-one seemed to take any notice of me. i selected a black, lacy pair, and walked purposefully toward the checkout.

The queue was not long, but seemed to take forever as i stood in full view clutching my panties. There were three tills, two operated by 20-something women and the far one by a 40-something man. i hoped it would be the man, and as i reached the front of the queue he was just handing over a customer's receipt. My heart leapt, and i was on tenterhooks as the customer paused to ask him a question, then i was brought back by a female voice: "Next please?"

i approached the counter and nervously pushed my panties onto the desk. She looked quizzically at me as she scanned the barcode. i don't know if my cheeks flushed or not, but i suddenly felt very hot under the collar. "How will you be paying?" she asked. "Cash," i croaked, my throat dry as a desert. She performed the transaction and handed me my bag with a "Thank-you". "Thanks," i squeaked, and scuttled away.

My mind was whirling, and i almost walked out the emergency exit. Imagine the alarms going off and me standing there with my new sexy panties! i found my way out and walked back down the street. Although i was carrying a generic Marks & Spencer bag, it felt strangely see-through, as if everyone on the street knew what i was carrying.

On the drive back home, i felt more and more accomplished, and hardened at the thought of wearing my new panties for You. My mind raced with the possibilities in store for me, and i was still very aroused when i opened my front door. A quick turn of the key behind me and i ran upstairs to the bedroom. In a flash (NPI) i was naked, and i slowly pulled my new panties up my legs. They fit like a glove, and i stood before the full-length mirror admiring them. My erect cock poked out of the waistband, and i turned round to see the panties left almost half of my asscheeks exposed. i desperately wanted to caress myself through the lacy material, but minded Your wishes and took them off, folded them neatly and placed them in the drawer. Imagining You admonishing me for my naughty thoughts, i placed my hard cock on the table and gave it a sharp slap with my ruler.

So here i am, Mistress Magick, mission accomplished and awaiting Your orders. i look forward to paying for my other misdemeanours, however You see fit. i hope my experience so far provides You with some amusement.

larry
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Oh, it does! Not only to I love the the thought of how the panties effect you as you wear them... sooo soft, sensual and teasing... when you are not allowed to touch... (Oh, did I forget to mention that you had already been in chastity for over a week and a ha;f when I sent you shopping?;-) ) but I also love your nervousness and fear of being "caught". So naughty. So humiliating. So much fun!

Private Time, Airport Edging & Mile-High Release Report by My darling boy, mKo

Yes, I've been busy. I have at least four excellent reports that I need to edit and queue up for your enjoyment. After some consideration, I decided to start with the one that touches me the most: a much-belated release report from my darling, yummy, Twitter-boy, @mykinkyother.

Private time is always difficult to find with mKo, so I took full advantage of the rare opportunity afforded by his recent business trip: To tease and torment him in new places. To enjoy his serving and pleasuring me as I desired. And... finally... to reward him with a very unusual and intense release. ;-) 

Mmmm... editing this is making me warm in all the right places - all over again!

Enjoy!
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Mistress,

My last release for you was amongst the most humiliating, embarrassing and intense ever. Thank you so much!

I was away on business. I had let you know some time ago that I would be free overnight and it would be my pleasure to serve you via IM that night. The moment had been building for a long time, and I was terribly excited to be able to converse freely with you.

I was in the security queue for the plane, merrily tweeting to you when you posed the idea of getting me hard just as I was frisked. My face burned at the idea, and you certainly leaned on the moment, making Your cock throb and swell as I stood there. As I surrendered my bags and went through the scanners, I had forgotten all about my iPhone, right there in my top pocket from where we’d been chatting. I was hard, in public, trying desperately to conceal my embarrassment and the scanner went off!

I was patted down by the campest male attendant in the world, who delighted in rubbing his hand over my swollen briefs at least twice! I’ve never felt emotions like it, Mistress!

It was #ChastityStatus Day 7 [the last time he came was Day 0], which, by my standards, still feels like an age, and the knowledge of our impending time together was magnifying my frustration. Would I be allowed to cum? Would you tease me? Would you make me serve you over and over and ignore me? All these things rolled through my mind over and over and over. I was in Frustration Room 101!

I was based on Twitter most of the evening and managed to catch you briefly before I went to my dinner with colleagues. You delighted at the chance to wind me up some more and even gave me orders to edge during the dinner.

It was a formal sit down dinner, and I spent most of the starter with a napkin on my lap. There was a number of us, two of which were women. This was virtually the first time I’d been exposed to a woman in close proximity when being made to edge, and it seemed to enhance matters.

Between courses I slipped off to the restroom. I was raging hard by the time I got there. Thankfully, I was alone in there, and I reached the edge very quickly. Again, I dutifully licked away the pre-cum and waited patiently for my excitement to “dissipate”.

It took a long time and my absence was noted playfully by one of my female colleagues. They must have noted how flushed I was when I returned. A simple glance at my trousers would have seen an obvious swelling. I could taste and smell my own pre-cum; could the others? All this in mind the whole time only further enhanced my excitement and distraction. The closeness of my female colleagues and the idea that maybe they knew was driving me mad!

I eventually managed to retire to my room, having done the business I was there for, and stripped naked to wait for you.

We had an amazing time online. I served you as best I could. and it was a delight to hold you at the end in tender closeness, feeling the glow of your satisfaction and the throbbing hardness of my cock, bereft of all but the slightest of attention. As I twitched hard all the way through out time together, I refrained from touching myself at all. I’d never been so hard for so long, particularly whilst pleasuring someone else. It was a wonderful feeling. I was desperate to cum, but I was satiated by the knowledge I had pleased you. And my throbbing was testament to the fact I would love to keep on making you cum and serving you in any way you wished for as long as I was denied.

This was a new feeling for me, and I felt my subservience move on a new level this evening. A paradigm shift if you will. I hated being denied and not being allowed to cum, but all the other emotions and feelings totally overwhelmed those feelings.

[ It brought me a lot closer to you too, and I'm so glad that I was able to arrange things to spend the night with you. ~ M ]

However, I was eventually gifted a reward! If I was able to edge in the restroom at the airport then I was allowed a release. On the plane home! YIKES! It was a small short haul plane, cramped and close quarters. This frightened me massively but also turned me on more than I was willing to admit. The humiliation and embarrassment potential were massive.

I slept naked for you when we eventually signed off. My sleep was punctuated by my throbbing cock and dreams of You, Mistress.

My plans for the airport edge were formulated as I awoke. I booked in to the lounge area to ensure it was
quiet and there was no chance of my being heard or discovered. I outsmarted myself in the end.
As I went to the restroom I was in awe of its plush nature. It had four or five people in there, and it was VERY quiet! Disaster!

I took myself to a stall and unzipped Your hard, denied, throbbing cock, Mistress. As I jerked myself softly and quietly, I felt my edge build very quickly. I let go as I hit the point of no return, and I twitched desperately for the final contact required to go one stage further, the contact that had been taken away by You, Mistress.

I felt a surge, and I groped quickly to catch the huge amount of pre-cum that burst from me. It shocked and surprised me as I’d only been that excited once before. My surprise burst from my mouth as a muffled gasp. I instantly became aware it was a quiet room, and I’d lost control! I started licking the pre-cum from hand as someone, a concerned passenger no doubt, knocked on the door of the stall to ask if I was ok!!!

I could have died right there Mistress! I stammered an explanation about reading jokes and phone, and waited for him to depart! Oh the shame! The remainder of my tenure in the lounge was filled with the echoing sound of my gasp and thoughts of what was to come on board the plane.

I boarded late. Another mistake. I was left with a seat to the rear of the plane. On one side of me, a travelling female student in her early 20’s. The other, a 30-something business woman in a short-skirted business suit. The row in front and to our right was a Hen party! Oh. My. God.

How could I do this surrounded by women? The enormity weighed heavily on me during takeoff, and Your cock struggled to stay contained the entire time Mistress. It took some time of studying the in-flight magazine to calm down enough to even leave my chair! But I’m certain the suited lady clocked my arousal at least once. *still blushing*

I made my way to the toilet. It was small, cramped and there were bound to be people waiting whilst I was in there. This was all making me hornier and hornier.

I came in no time at all. I uttered the words that were right “Thank You, Mistress Magick” out loud without fear (I was too horny to care!) as wave after wave of cum pulsed from Your cock into my waiting hand.
There was a lot and some spilled into the hand basin. After I’d finished gingerly licking my hand and fingers clean, I wiped it all clear and left the restroom.

The suit was waiting right outside!!! I blushed to the roots of my hair, smiled, bowed my head and walked away trying desperately to avoid eye contact.

As I sat back in my seat the student also looked up and smiled! I was in purgatory! Humiliation Station Number 1!

I sat down, trying to ignore the smell of cum that was in my nostrils, and she looked over at me again.
The suit soon returned, smiled at me again and sat down. I was throbbing and rising in my trousers again just seconds after my release. Had either of them noticed the smell? Could they see the tell-tale glazing in my eyes? Had I even managed to clean the basin enough before the suit went in after me?

Thankfully neither of them really wanted to chat, and eventually we landed. I left the plane as horny and  frustrated as I had gotten on to it! It was an amazingly humiliating experience, one that was right up there with the restaurant restroom that time.

I hate to admit that the embarrassment and humiliation factors turn me on Mistress for fear of what they may mean for future releases! But I cannot and should not lie to you. Equally, I’m sure I’m not telling you something you don’t already know!

Thank you once again for the entire sequence of events, Mistress. I am growing more and more fond of being owned by You.

[ Good! Because I am growing more and more warm... in my heart *and* further down... as I continue to enjoy you. :-) *deep kisses*  ~ Your Mistress ]

Submissively Yours,

mKo

VERY Naughty 4th of July Ribbon Report by Molly (sixsoda)

Okay... I did say that during the assignment, you are allowed to touch, but not to cum... but it sounds like Molly was a *very* naughty girl! It was good that she kept the ribbons on until she was done traveling, but apparently she couldn't keep her hands off herself! I think she was just enjoying prolonging all the tease & denial... which is usually MY job! ;-)

The official "makeup day" for the assignment is Bastille Day (July 14), and I will consider other dates within the next week or so. To take part, email and ask for my July assignment:
   ForMistressMagick *at* yahoo *dot* com

I'm sure that next boy to report will have a bit more self-control! ;-)
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I thought you'd appreciate a photo so I kept my ribbons tied until I got back, and I've attached a photo for you.

I plaited the ribbons around my shaft. It took a long time, but I managed to get it round while I was soft. The ribbons made an effective chastity device because if I tried to masturbate too much I'd have to stop because of the pressure. The ribbons made my cock harder all day, creating a bulge in my pants. I could always feel it and it reminded me of you.

The ribbons didn't slip off a bit during the day, but it was quite easy to rearrange them when I went to the loo. I had to use the stalls in case someone spied me at a urinal.

Normally at night I like to play with myself but I couldn't play too much before it got too hard for my ribbons so I'd have to stop for a bit then start again. I spent the evenings trying to even get to edge or orgasm but it wasn't even possible to get a lot of pleasure. I couldn't stop though I just had to keep trying. The thought of my cock being controlled in this way made me feel very horny.

Getting the ribbons off was a big relief though and I have to say I've been playing all the time while writing this report. I'm sure tonight's cum will be huge!

Thank you for setting this assignment, and I hope you enjoyed my report and pics. I hope I can be of service to you in the future.


Molly - sixsoda

"Hard Core" Mirror Trick Edging & Release Report by mKo

jezi and mKo are doing two different types of edging and release assignments involving mirrors so don't let all the mirrors confuse you. mKo provided the inspiration for me to order jezi and others to edge and release while watching themselves in a mirror, but what mKo is doing is far more intense, inspired by his interest in The Mirror Trick and I haven't tried it with anyone else... yet!

In his previous Mirror Trick reports, Yummy Mirror Trick & Release Report and The Next Mirror Session... , mKo was ordered to try to achieve a certain number of successful drops (a drop (or more) of pre-cum on the mirror within a 5-minute segmet of edging). However, I realized that in the original story (fantasy?), the sub achieved a drop each and every time. As mKo had been chaste longer and longer, I knew that the pre-cum would come (NPI) easier and easier, so I decided to test whether he could produce a drop in every 5-minute segment.

Under my new rules, if he did not achieve a drop during a 5-minute edging segment *or* if he had to stop due to getting too close to the edge, he would have to stop the entire attempt and try again another day. And, of course, the time he had to wait, his frustration growing, between attempts was further extended by the need for extended privacy in a place where he could set up, nude, with the mirror.

After he didn't make it to 5 drops, I must admit that I was worried that this was going to push him too far, but with a bit of time off, more patience... and more built up pre-cum!... he was able to make my requirement during his next attempt. I reduced it to four because I wanted the target to be attainable, but I also asked him to push himself to see if he could get to at least 6 drops, which was my original target number. I also really wanted him to cum... hard and intense... for Me, knowing that all My teasing and denial... all his frustration and chastity...had not only brought Me tremendous pleasure, but had also created the amazing intensity of his own finally-allowed release. ;-)
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Mistress,

I had gone 22 days without a permitted release for you. This was a period of time that included two full mirror sessions for you without any release at all. I had never gone that long nor endured that kind of teasing before. I was in a new realm of frustration and denial. A large part of me was loving you for putting me through me this; another part of me was desperate for a release, the chance to gasp your name as I came hard.

My challenge was simple. Kneel naked over a mirror and achieve 4 drops of pre-cum onto said mirror - one each in 4 consecutive, 5 minute sessions - to earn my release (with the mandatory 1 minute pause in between of course!). I also had to lick that pre-cum off of the mirror, every time. If I didn't achieve 4 droplets without having to stop (due to being too excited), or I couldn't produce a droplet of pre-cum onto the mirror during a 5-minute session, I'd fail and have to stop trying.

The real trial was that I was under orders to keep going as far as possible even after I reached my required four drops: to push onward, to see how many five minutes sessions I could endure, how much pre-cum I could make for You. In my mind, I wondered if this was a "bench marking" type session. To set the bar of days in denial and the number of times I would have to lick my pre-cum from the mirror.

[Oh, you can be sure that I'm taking notes. ;-)  ~ M]

During my 22 days denial you had teased me a lot, especially focussing on my dislike of licking up my own cum. It's bad enough to eat out of my hand - I find being naked, exposed and vulnerable whilst kneeling on the floor and licking a mirror clean such a deliciously uncomfortable experience!

No coincidence then that you spent a little part of each time we talked reminding me of what I had do for you and how much you would enjoy it. The predicament was a real "Sophie's Choice" type thing. If I came, there would be a lot of it, and I'd have to lick it all off of the mirror. If I didn't then I wouldn't be pleasing you. And I knew that I wanted to please you; wanted it badly enough to be hungrily licking my cum off that mirror 5 times a day if required!

I had tried the previous week with a release target of 5 droplets. I'd failed due to over excitement. I still had my doubts if I could achieve this task and earn the right to cum for you. I did however have a strategy. Light and slow touches and lots and lots of lotion! Hopefully this would be enough to see me through.

So there I was. Naked, kneeling in the middle of a large room over a mirror for Your pleasure, Mistress. I was shivering slightly as I knelt there. So open, so vulnerable.

I can say without doubt that the first 5 minutes were torture and the amount of pre-cum I produced was incredible. More than anything I'd seen before. I whimpered as I licked it from the mirror. There was so much of it that it took almost the full minute respite to clean the mirror! Boy was I squirming!

I completed droplets 2 and 3 with the long, soft strokes you'd suggested Mistress. Your cock was throbbing, so hard, yearning to go that one little stroke further, to push that little bit more. Pre-cum oozing from me like water. Each time I looked at the mirror at the end of my 5 minutes I whimpered a little.

The minute gaps in between the 5 minute sessions never, ever feel long enough Mistress. Barely enough time to settle my pulse, control my breathing and reset the excitement levels. Believe me, if anyone else does this for you they'll know how demanding this is!

Panting, moaning...you just cannot help it. Especially not when I have image of you being there with me, watching me, touching yourself and enjoying my suffering for Your pleasure, Mistress.

At the end of the 20-minute mark, as I was gingerly licking my pre-cum from the mirror for the 4th time, I silently knew I had earned my release. But I also knew I had to continue, to go on. Lesser mortals may have given up at this stage and taken their release. But I pressed on, continued to push and tease myself to the point of almost howling in frustration so keen was I to impress you!

After 25 minutes I was genuinely unable to focus on anything. Your cock was on fire Mistress, every sense and nerve in my body tingling with being so close to orgasm for so long a period of time. I knew that 30 minutes would likely be my last session. The passion, the frustration, the denial was all too much for me.

As I neared the end of the 6th session, I pushed too hard. I felt that familiar shudder as I passed over the top of my edge and into the free fall of delicious orgasm. I knew I was allowed to cum know so stroked Your cock harder, longer faster, gasping out the mantra that now seems so right, so natural. I thanked you for allowing my release.

I came so hard. There was so much cum. I had never seen that much before! I swear that I nearly passed out it was that intense a release Mistress.

My moans and groans echoed long and loud as I knelt afterward lapping at the mirror. Feelings of shame and embarrassment rushing through me. Yet, I was thankful for you compelling me to do this for You, Mistress.

Your cock, Mistress. Your boy, Mistress. Your pleasure, Mistress.

mKo

Second Mirrored Sissy Release Report by my jezi-darling

I ordered jezi to have another mirrored release, concentrating more on watching herself in the mirror this time. ;-)

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Dear Mistress

Please find below the report of my release taken last week in honour of and in service for You.

Circumstances conspired against me on my allotted day for release but my wonderful Mistress Magick allowed me, in fact commanded me to have my release the following day in Her honour and to get back on track.

i knew that it would be good to match my sissy scrunchy to my panties and since black was still my main colour for each day from my poor performance some months ago, i realised i had the perfect set:

i chose my black satin panties with long dangly bows at each hip to match the black satin and chiffon rose beaded sissy scrunchy that Mistress had recently sent to decorate Her package (She had been kind enough to send me 8 different colours and they adorn Her pole/package each day as a reminder that i am Hers, Her sissy, jezi-girl.)

Kneeling before a mirror, ringed and panties down by my knees, i edged Her sissy pole until i produced some delightful sissy lippy. i smeared it over my lips and licked my finger clean before commencing my decreed release.

Watching myself in the mirror was thrilling and exciting as i got closer and closer, teasing and stroking Her pole till it burst forth, filling my waiting hand with hot sissy cream, my whole body tingling with delight as i repeated out mantra:

Your cock, Mistress.

Your girl, Mistress.

Your pleasure, Mistress.

(pausing between each word and phrase as Her cock filled my hand with cummie)


Thank You, Mistress, for allowing Your girl to have a release.

With love as ever, Your sissy jezi-girl
xxx