Now i Wanna be Your dog: A Tale of Domination, Degradation, Humiliation & Pegging! 😈😎

Mistress Victory Von Stryker

Hello all my lovely angels who follow my blog. Thank you for finding the time to read another one of my posts. You all know I adore a good role play or setting up a dramatic scene for one of my mind-altering BDSM sessions, so when I was contacted by this particular submissive male I practically danced a jig. Picture my best impression of a River Dancer as I pranced around my living room planning scenarios. This, my travelers, is a story of the day one poor soul cried, “Mistress Victory, I wanna be your dog! No, It’s not another puppy play story. It’s my time with a sub who wanted to be treated terribly. I adore canines so when someone asks me to treat them like a “dog” I want clarification, because all of my four-legged friends have been treated as pampered family members. In my humble opinion, dogs are better than humans any day. As far as I’m concerned, there’s not a more loyal and loving species on the planet. As a Professional Dominatrix, I pressed for more details. For whatever reason (those are his own & I never judge) he needed to be degraded, insulted, humiliated, ground down, beaten, and abused with an end goal of receiving high praise for ultimate obedience. We talked about his limits and set the time. The contract was made, the bargain struck. Full steam ahead to bestow the punishment of a lifetime!

The appointed time was drawing near. I readied myself for my new victim. I laid out my tools, grabbed my can of “dog food”, and chose the perfect soundtrack to sin. I admit I was anxious to get started. I was looking forward to the session. Actually, it was more than that. I am a succubus and I was ready to feed. I knew soon, there would be prey within reach and I craved the high I feel in my world of controlled chaos. Pacing, a predator on the prowl. When the bell rang I practically ran to the door. He entered the room. A frazzled, bedraggled, man in a “polo” shirt and khaki shorts. His wild and wiry hair was every which way. Did he stick his fingers in an electric socket before he drove over? That was the thought fluttering in my brain. Trying not to laugh, I led him to my couch to chat a moment before starting. He’d never visited someone like me, so I went over the rules of the house, reassuring that with a word, anything he couldn’t handle stops immediately. I patted him on one, already scraped knee; threw him a sassy wink and warned, “Let the games begin!”

“Take your clothes off and kneel on the floor, you pathetic piece of crap!” How dare you come to me in such a sorry state?! Tell me why you look like you’ve been rolling around in a gutter!” His face flushed. With a bowed head he mumbled, “I got drunk and wrecked on my bicycle last night.” Like a flash of lightning, I struck, slapping him across the face. “You’re paying the price now, aren’t you? If you puke on my floor you Will lick up every single drop! Nod if you understand me, loser.” He did so, momentarily calming the angry storm. “Get on all fours while I attach this body collar.” He assumed the position as I belted him in and snapped on the leash. Surprise wracked his visage as I dragged him to the dungeon. I cackled like a lunatic, loving his horrified expression as he grasped his predicament. I’m no escort with a belt. He’d put himself at the mercy of a Genuine Domme. Fear flavored the atmosphere. I ate it up. Depositing him in the center of the room, I demanded,”Ass in the air. You deserve a spanking. How does it feel to be a waste of space? He opened his mouth to speak, but I back-handed him before he could utter a word. “Do you not understand the meaning of rhetorical? You are an absolute idiot, aren’t you?” Raising a brow, threat implied. I snagged my paddle. “Count them down, bitch. You’re getting 10.”

He obeyed, anxiety receding with each blow. His pain inverted to pleasure as his submissive mind processed his situation. Sighing, he sank to the floor as he completed his task. “I don’t remember telling you to lay down, stupid.” I stepped on his fingers with my spiked heel. Screaming, “I’m sorry!”, he reached for my leg but I shoved him away. “Don’t touch me!” I recoiled in disgust. Wielding my riding crop, I battered his thighs. Exhaling negative energy, breathing in a new found comfort, he visibly relaxed. “Don’t get too comfortable. This is far from over.” He lost his smile……..

Well children, stay tuned for the conclusion. It’s been the ultimate crazy week, and I apologize for posting in segments once more. I’ll do my best to finish the story as soon as I can. You can get your toys like mine on Tootimid.com. I’ve posted links that should take you where you yearn to go. Until next time, stay vigilant and rock hard!

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