Author: sluttydragoness

Freya’s Art Show (Part 7, MF, CNC, Mdom)

Meanwhile, Freya sat at her desk, frowning as she stared at the columns of numbers scrolling across the screen in front of her. As each she reviewed each day’s earnings & expenses her frown eased.  Despite her detractors and naysayers, the gallery was doing well! In fact, with another weekend or two, she’d have enough to pay off the renovations and finish the building’s mortgage as well.

Freya opened the calendar to see what shows were scheduled next.  Her smile turned into a grin.  The next several weeks were going to be crazy; the school girl, the secretary and the teacher were all happening in close succession.  Email notifications went out to all her subscribers who had indicated interest in those subjects. The school girl and the teacher were both going to be multi-weekend events showing each role in both dominant and submissive positions.  

With her chore completed to her satisfaction, Freya decided that it was time to get her workout in while Selene, Mistress and Master were occupied elsewhere. Closing up her office she headed to the lowest level of the house where a 25m pool, a 10 person hot tub, a small play pool (designed for kids with slides, play equipment, and shallow) and a full gym hid.   Read more »

Freya’s Art Show Part 5 (MF, FF, long)

Every evening found Freya at the gallery, answering questions, ensuring a good time was had by all.  There were a few incidents in the first week of drunk idiots getting handsy, resulting in them being immediately detained by security and being arrested and charged with assault for their trouble.  

The only other event of note was the trio of “feminists” who invaded the first Thursday to “educate” and “rescue” the “poor, abused performers”.  The results were better than Freya could have anticipated, as by chance, the only guests that evening were women and the “poor performers” proceeded to destroy every argument the “feminists” brought up finishing with several recommendations on where they could find toys and men to give them “the thorough fuck they obviously needed to help them pull their collective sticks from their asses”, until the trio slunk out, unable to meet Freya’s gaze.

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By the time Friday rolled around Freya was ready for another performance.  This time however, she would get to enjoy it from the outside of the glass.  The lesbian couple were scheduled for this weekend, and it would be an altogether different performance from Freya’s.  Read more »

Freya’s Art Show (part 4, MFFF, BDSM, long)

Freya stepped back after putting the finishing touches on Selene’s outfit. She smiled at Master’s love for one of the more stereotypical fantasies of the maid.

The corseted top nestled underneath Selene’s breasts which were held up in a half-cup black lace bra, the puffed cap sleeves framing her breasts and making them appear as if they were on offer for whomever chose to partake. The brief skirt was barely tutu length and did nothing to hide the matching crotchless panties and garter belt that hugged her hips. White stockings clung the length of her long legs, capped at the bottom with low-heeled Mary Jane’s. Her hair was up in pigtails, suggesting innocence and on top her head rested the typical frilly maids cap. Mascara enhanced her lashes and a touch of lipstick grazed her mouth but otherwise no makeup covered her skin.

Selene blushed as she looked in the mirror, she liked being slutty, but this outfit had ‘whore’ written all over it. Her nipples were already taut from the cool air of the dressing room and she could feel her core beginning to pulse with the early stages of arousal. Read more »

Freya’s Art Show (part 3) (BDSM, FF, long)

The articles in all the papers came out the next morning with rave reviews.  ‘A new kind of performance art’, ‘dignified and lovely’ were some of the descriptions.  Other reviews described the careful security arrangements for the privacy of the performers and attendees.  These included the mandatory phone check room that prevented unapproved photos, the requirement to pre-purchase tickets which stopped random drunks from deciding to come in, to the cover charge including hors d’oeuvres and light spirits which meant guests could safely attend without spending arm and a leg.

Freya was thrilled and set about preparing for the public opening that night.  The dungeon performance would be a repeat of the previous evening and she wanted to ensure her outfit was as spectacular as the last.  The show would be open every evening from 7:00 to 11:00, but dungeon performances would only be held Friday and Saturday nights.  Sundays they would be closed, to give the performers a well deserved break and allow for any needed set changes.  During the week, it would operate in a similar fashion to a normal museum, but on the weekends it would be a more formal gala style affair with a scheduled start and end time. Read more »

Freya’ Art Show (part 2) (BDSM, MFFF, long)

As they joined the group, the journalists were the first to surround her with congratulations and praise. One proclaimed that she had been unfamiliar with BDSM until this point and that it had always seemed dark & intimidating, another gave her a wolfish grin and asked if she was going to be the only performer in the dungeon.

“Oh no, there are kinks that aren’t my expertise and my fellow performers all want a chance to play for an audience. All of the participants you saw up here will be performing in the dungeon at some point based on the character they are portraying up here.” Freya turned her sweetest smile on the journalists, knowing she had them eating from the palm of her hand.  “The performance schedule will be posted on our website if people are interested in finding out more.” The journalists thanked her for inviting them and melted away to mingle with the other guests. 

The next group to envelop her were her closest friends, all of whom were well aware of her proclivities and some of whom had been fellow participants in the past. Read more »

Freya’s Art Show Part 1 (MFF, BDSM, Exhibitionism)

*this is my first try at both third party and multi-part writing, any feedback is appreciated*

Freya surveyed the room with a smile.  Around the walls were the individual raised glass enclosures; each with a lovely girl showing the different versions of women who had been fetishized throughout history. A plaque below each one explained the history and evolution of the fascination with the various stereotypes.

The princess, the nun, the barmaid, the harem girl, the school girl, the slave, the virgin, the pair of lesbians, the witch, the housemaid, and the married woman to name a few, all clad in a skimpy parody of her role’s clothing, leaving their ‘charms’ on display.  They played the part they had chosen to the guests.  The glass played an integral part in the show, providing full exposure while preventing any patrons from getting ‘handsy’. Additionally, if any performer became overwhelmed, a button was hidden in the bottom of the case, which when touched, instantly dropped a fully opaque curtain around the display. Bouncers were placed throughout the venue with strict instructions to watch for these and remove any offending patrons or escort the performers to the dressing rooms as needed. Read more »

Testing the new bathtub (F, masturbation)

The master bathroom has been newly renovated.  A massive tub alcove for me, redolent with cedar planking around an extra long deep tub. Dimmable lighting and a hidden shower wand for washing my hair complete one section.  The new shower has his and hers rain shower heads, and separate wands, the acrylic block window has been replaced with rain glass. There’s even a bench in the shower.  It’s enclosed in clear glass panels, all the finishes evoke a woodland glade. Quiet, calm, serene.

As I fill the tub, I lay back admiring the space.  My favorite parts are invisible to the casual observer.  Next to my head there is a cabinet completely hidden unless you know it’s there. My toys are kept in there, a drain ensures that no water builds up when they’re put away after cleaning.  As I look at the wall across from me I smile and blow a kiss. Secreted throughout the bathroom are an array of waterproof pinhole cameras. They automatically record at all times so even if you’re not watching me test out my tub I know you’ll be watching later. Read more »

Giving my Sister What she needs (MFF, incest)

She walks in the house and pours a glass of wine.  The last few months have been a real challenge for her. She begins to vent and I sip from my glass, content to watch my sister rant and admire her body. Since it’s summer her favorite outfits consist of short-shorts, and translucent tank tops both of which cling to her burnished golden skin.  Despite her breasts being a full DD, bras are rarely present. Her nipples strain against the thin fabric, demanding attention and freedom.

You walk in to join us, coming up behind her and wrapping your arms around her in a hug.  You whisper something dirty in her ear, making her smile as she leans into your embrace.  I watch in amusement as her nipples tense when your arms graze the underside of her breasts.  

Normally, you would let her go in moments, but this time she presses her hips back against you and holds your arm.  She comments about not having had a good fucking in weeks.  I offer to let you take care of that for her, as long as I can watch. She looks at me guiltily, yet with anticipation. She asks me to repeat myself, as if she isn’t quite sure. You need no further convincing and bring your mouth to bear on her neck; even as your hands pull her hips hard against you so that she can feel your arousal. Read more »

Sister Showering (FF, masturbation)

Slim hips and waist, DD breasts that bounce in all the right ways. Even before I knew I was attracted to women, I loved to watch you.  You moved in with my husband and I for university and I watched him watch you. You’d walk around in nothing more than a towel or see-through tank tops and short shorts. He admits he finds you attractive and given the opportunity he’d definitely be into playing with us. The thought drives me wild

At the moment, you’re in the shower in the hotel room you and I are sharing.  We decided to do a sister’s night to start your bachelorette weekend so last night was dinner and drinks.  I woke earlier than necessary and ended up watching you sleep. You sprawled completely spread eagle, your top pushed up to reveal the smooth mounds of your breasts, just barely covering your nipples. Your left knee was bent, your shorts exposing the edge of your shaved pussy.

When you awoke, I suggested you shower first. Admittedly, I had ulterior motives. If I showered first, you’d expect me dressed when you came out, and I wanted to listen to the water hit your body.  This shower is particularly nice, it’s equipped with both a rain showerhead and a shower wand. In the corner is a full-sized tile bench. It certainly leaves my imagination spinning. Read more »

Dominated (FFM, Fdom, fsub, rope, mild cnc, toys, long)

The house is empty. I walk through doing my nightly check of the locks. He’s out of town and you have plans tonight so I’m on my own.  A long bath did little to ease the need coiling between my thighs as I think back on our recent activities.  I wear a silk dressing gown that leaves nothing to the imagination as I wander through the quiet house, my hair still piled on top of my head from the bath.

Without any sound to warn me, I find my mouth covered and my body pinned to the table. The belt is ripped from my waist and stuffed into my mouth as a gag.  A shadow crosses in front of me and pulls open the curtains, allowing moonlight to shine down on my trapped form.  The dressing gown is yanked off, leaving me completely exposed. My wrists are pulled back and bound together behind me, further impeding my struggles. As I snarl through the gag, the shadow crosses back into my view and the shape is familiar.  I pause. The captor holding me down allows their fingers to slip between my legs, finding the moist evidence of my arousal.  I moan, my body betraying me and I hear a chuckle behind my ear, “I see you’ve been taking matters into your own hands while we were away”. I can hear the smirk in his voice as he  slides his fingers in and out of my centre.  The shadow across from me giggles, revealing the true nature of my attackers.  You and he planned this, and tonight it looks like I’ll be the toy instead of you. Read more »