Bus 30

Denver Mistress Isobel Devi Leather thigh high boots


23:05 – Screeching breaks announce the punctual arrival of line 30, the last eastbound bus for the day. A tall figure shrouded in a long flowing brown coat boarded, paid the fare, and slowly made way to the back. Long brown curls cascaded down from a matching brown hat, bouncing with every foot step, drawing all alert eyes on board. Of course at close to midnight there were few left to observe the incognito passenger, but those who frequented the line were slaves to their curiosity, and consequently concern. A woman seated towards the middle of the line near the aisle placed her hand gently on the luxurious sleeve as it approached to pass her.

“It is better to sit near the front. Late at night especially…” she muttered in a concerned tone. 

The tall, mysterious woman smiled down from behind her tinted glasses. “Thank you.” and continued her graceful strut, past all the empty seats and all the way to the back, very back of the bus, taking her seat by the driver side window. For the next two stops she sat with her legs crossed, one leather boot over the other peeking from behind her fur lined cloak. Her slender pale hands rested perfectly on her knee, frozen in time, like a silver statue.

23:18 – The jagged symphony announces the arrival of another frequent rider along the ominous evening route. The same character who always boards bus 30 at the intersection of 7th street and 20th avenue, headed for the last stop of the day, pays his dues and proceeds to his usual seat, in the back, very back of the bus. A smile stretches over his shiny, textured face as he peers through his scraggly tresses and catches a glimpse of his usual seat, occupied. Excitement visibly wells up in him, pushing his steps quickly through the aisle, past the old woman scoffing at him in disgust and into the seat right beside an attractive woman in a long brown coat and leather boots. The wheels turn and everyone bobs gently in agreement towards the end of this ride.

Wasting no time, the newcomer slouches into his seat, letting his body droop off the seat awkwardly as he adjusts himself inside his own loose fitting outerwear. A strong alcoholic scent permeates the air around him as he shuffles loudly, peppering his performance with offensive grunts. Through the window’s reflection, a pale brown haired woman’s mauve lips are clearly smiling, watching every movement with great interest. Intoxicated by her perfect jawline and full, ripe looking mouth, he smiles back, his slimy mouth gaping as his lips attempt to create the shape of contentment. For a second he is still and dumbfounded, then the performance continues with the usual fit of vigorous shuffling in a very obvious vertical motion. This goes on for an eternity, or a minute, time does not always flow as one would anticipate, but eventually it comes to its obligatory head. 

Slowly, the woman slides her hands up her thigh, into her pocket and out with a pair of thin, leather wrist gloves. He can see her slipping her hands in, expanding each little shaft around her slender fingers one by one. The now sweaty strands of hair on his face barring a full view only serve to lull him deeper into his fantasy as her hands disappear into the coat, slipping between the sparse buttons. She shuffled a bit and flashed a smile back, a real one this time, face to tinted glasses. 

Ecstatic, he makes no pretenses, his motions now clearly betraying a very inappropriate act for the back seat of bus 30 at 23:31. A stain starts to form on his sweatpants, growing larger and larger behind the bulge responsible for it. As his eyes slowly adjust to hers staring directly at the dark wet fabric on his groin, he sees a flash of perfect white teeth roll over her bottom lip. An ungainly laugh falls out of his gaping face, and he slips his erect cock out for display. Before his eyes could focus down on his pride, and then back up to his prize, the sobering touch of a blade stuns him alert. In one swift motion she had expertly placed her left hand over his mouth and her right hand, apparently now armed with a hunting knife, just on the other side of his oozing appendage.

“Do as  I say and I will let you keep it.” Her voice is calm and sweet, like she is giving directions to a spa room.

A small drop of blood slowly gathers at the tip of the knife as the skin splits easily under its pressure. Tears well up in his bloodshot eyes.

“Do not make a single sound. Do you understand?” She hisses. 

A vigorous head shake.

“Good” Her hand slips down his face and across their laps. Ruby red fingertips start peeling buttons open on her coat one by one. The knife is still in place, but the promise of seeing the top of the long, leather boots melts the memory of this predicament almost clear away. Surely, there is nothing this attractive woman in thigh high leather boots can request that would even be objectionable, let alone worth such a loss. She unfurls her garment, revealing more leather wrapping her waspie figure, and sheer, immaculate stockings tucking into her boots. In her lap and strapped to her hips, lay a large, thick dildo. Jet Black, like the boots. 

“Get on your knees and suck it.”

Time freezes for a second, then a bump in the road brings back to mind the proximity of the blade to the penis.

“Now.”

He scrambles down, cramming between the seats and her lap and begins to struggle. Exaggerated by her forceful touch, his efforts are messy and unfulfilling and he begins to choke. 

“Shhhhh,” she leans down and pushes his head down and onto her tool, further into his mouth as he attempts to articulate his lips and tongue around its size.

 “I am going to need you to do this quietly and quickly because I do not have lube and it needs to go in your ass, now.” His eyes widen as he chokes, spitting up a big wad of slime.

“That will do, bend over. Hurry up.”

She gropes him into place, still wielding the hunting knife with intention. Crammed in a corner, his head by the footing, he is trapped, too inebriated to risk fighting back. Now, wasting no time, she has begun to slide the sizable dildo into him. Using nothing but spit, she pushes it firmly, gaping him open, in the back seat of bus 30, in his usual seat, but in a very unusual position. The next few minutes last forever as road turbulence intensifies the vengeful back seat ass rape, like the creschendo of a feverish symphony. Humiliation dulls the pain of the loveless and lubeless intercourse. He takes every stroke, stoic in his drunken contemplation, hoping that this too will pass. Then she stops.

“Time for me to finish.” She sighs with relief and suddenly a rush of warm fluid pumps into him. Disgrace has never burned as deeply. Another deep sigh of satisfaction marks the end of the robust flow and she slips out and plugs the gape with a rubber stopper. Without saying another word, she wipes clean onto his jacket, buttons her coat, and struts slowly forward just in time for the next stop. There is no pause between her last step and the doors of the bus opening for boarding, and just like that the night swallows her away. 

Just one more stop left on the route.

Fresh Start

The profound humiliation of being sold at an auction, like a piece of meat, did not begin to poison the atmosphere until light flooded in, revealing all the mysteries of the darkness used to stow away the merchandise. It blinked, struggling to adjust it’s eyes. Indistinguishable colors slowly sharpened into focus to reveal a rather large barn, stocked full of common and uncommon items and equipment. 

Among the bales of straw and farm tools were an unusual selection of shackles, and a stockade. Peering around further, a table filled with odd contraptions and a rack of strange costumes were visible; None of them as foreign and unsettling as the large shadowy figure lumbering straight towards the captive male. It squinted, struggling to make out the face of a large, oddly misshapen man, approaching him, mouth stretched open by a locked gag.

A blind frenzy overcame the wretch, pushing muted shouts out from behind its own oral restraint. Terrified of the humanoid creature that was now gently stroking the thick luscious hair covering its stocky body. It trashed and struggled to no avail. Strung up like a holiday roast, ankles and feet shackled together, exposing a delicate posterior to the whim of the captor. In the next few horrifying minutes, the man-beast deftly shaved down his hog with a long, blood-chilling barber blade. Every stroke of the metal edge taunted the skin with lethal potential, exposing tender flesh around the pig’s genitals to a new level of shame.

False hope washed over the little troll as his barber retreated. For a moment silence brought a profound feeling of relief, only to be squashed by the barn doors swinging open. A long elegant shadow loomed  through followed by the woman from the market, the one who had bid highest.

“Well done, Three,′′ she suddenly towered over the hogtied male. “ finish the preparations and go eat your dinner with the others. You all may return for dessert.” Her words stretched out into a menacing grin across her face.

She pulled a bottle out of her overall pockets, the same dirty, loose fitting overalls from the auction, and downed several large gulps of a pungent smelling spirit. The contents of the bottle weaned as she oversaw her big, awkward servants stocking a station with various items.

“Okay, good” the end of her commands was marked by the sound of the empty bottle hitting the ground. The sound startled the captive and his attention was suddenly consumed by the bare flesh of its Mistress hatching out of her crude clothing. Her ass, perfectly exposed by the tiniest panties, was now in full view. Her figure pacing around the dungeon in a pair of boots and undies, intoxicated the prisoner, rendering him all but amnesic to the circumstances.

As her perfectly spherical buttocks jiggled into a harness, the jolting sensation of a cold, hard object slipping into his anus shattered the fantasy. Three, somehow now uncomfortably close, let out an imbecilic laugh from behind the rubber ball in his wet sloppy mouth, and fed the hose deeper.

 Panic returned, even more desperate than before, when the blade was emasculating the purchase’s privates. Before the flood of anxious presumptions could solidify into a desperate boycott attempt Three turned a crank releasing a steady stream of water through the garden hose nozzle penetrating the male captive. Water gushed in, quickly flooding the intestines. 

“Do at least five rounds, Three. This one looks like it’s eaten a lot of trash.”

For a moment, her scent wafted by, almost ripping the troll away from its misery, but the pleasure soon precluded with a shrinking glimpse of the owner’s toned ass strutting away atop leather boots.

A sinking sensation washed over the hog, all hope dwindling as the stomach distended by the water pressure. 

“WHUH!” Three shouted triumphantly behind the gag, and ripped the hose out of the orifice it had occupied. 

Shame took a new shape at that moment. Foul water spilled uncontrollably from the backside of the newcomer. Nothing could be more degrading than this, the thought was inescapable for him as he vacated helplessly in front of a stranger. The flow seemed neverending, every second bringing more stench and humiliation. Three stood stoic, hose in hand, unbroken gaze. He calmly hosed the mess down a drain and returned to complete his commands; Four more rounds. The scars on his body told tales of what rebelion awards the subjects of this plantation.

The rest would remain a mystery until the enema was done and the Lady returned.

A tied up captured male.
Captured and sold on the market, for a very modest price.

Fanfiction; The True Slavery Experience

Mistresses Isobel Devi and Michelle Lacy using a man in their dungeon.

The follwing fantasy was written by a very kinky boy who aspires to serve Mistress Michelle Lacy, Rubber Barbie, and myself in a filly immersed, female dominated world.

My Incredible Weekend at the Club Domme Estate​

When I first arrived at the Club Domme Estate I was escorted into a closed office and told to have a seat in a small chair facing away from the door toward an office desk at the far end of the room to wait for my Mistresses for the weekend. I assume my initial greeter was another slave who served as a butler. My mouth was dry. My heart was pounding. I was even shaking a little. I couldn’t believe I was actually here! I took some slow deep breaths in and out in an effort to calm myself. After a few minutes I was mostly calm and becoming relaxed. Then I heard footsteps outside the door and then the sound of it being opened. I could tell by the footsteps that more than one person had entered the room. Then the door closed… For a few moments no one said a word. Then I heard my first command for the weekend,

“Stand and turn toward us and drop to your knees!”

I immediately did as commanded. There standing before me were Mistress Michelle Lacy, Rubber Barbie, and Goddess Isobel Devi! I knew that they were absolutely lovey by their photos but these two dimensional images pale to the real women. They are so powerful and well… charming too. Charming sort of like Vampire Countesses in a horror film I guess would be more accurate. For I knew that despite their sophisticated and even caring demeanor these women were predators and I was their prey! My heart was pounding hard again, I could almost hear it throbbing inside my chest. A chill ran from deep inside down into my upper thighs.
Michelle Lacy spoke first, My rules of conduct for the weekend were explained to me. First I was to be stripped of my identity and given a number. I would be “slave four” from now on. I would only speak in response to a direct question, unless I preceded my speaking by a safe word, which was sort of a time out. My safe word for the weekend would be “red”. I was told to NOT forget this word! For that was the only way I could at least temporarily stop any punishment I may be receiving.
After the preliminary greeting Mistress Lacy told me to remove my shoes and socks and place them beneath the chair. She then commanded me to strip EVERYTHING off, fold it neatly and place it in the chair. I could feel my pupils dilate! This was so exciting yet frightening at the same time! I did my best to undress without stumbling and falling then stood before them. I was trembling. Rubber Barbie spoke,

“I think this boy could use a little paddling perhaps to calm him down a little. What do you ladies think?”

They all agreed. Michelle Lacy commanded,

“Bend over and grab your ankles and don’t move until we give you permission!”

​She then walked to the wall and took from a hook a rather large wooden paddle which she then walked over and let me have a closer look….Oh, it was a big one lined with quarter inch holes! She told me,

“We’re each giving you ONE lick. And for this initial punishment there will be NO safeword. You must take one lick from each of us, is that understood? You will reply “Yes Ma’am”.

“Yes Ma’am!”

“Very good, I’m going first, you may close your eyes if it helps.”

The moment stretched on…… then “CRACK!!!!!”
Initially I was surprised at how LOUD it was but that was just for a microsecond! Then the pain exploded in my cheeks! I LEPT straight up grabbing both cheeks, letting out a surprised cry of pain!! OHHHHH my butt was on FIRE! And I could feel the skin swelling already!

“Bend back over and grab your ankles NOW!!!”

I could feel tears already streaming down my face but I did as ordered. Mistress Lacy handed the paddle to Rubber Barbie who came over and placed her palm on my back while ordering

“bend over further, I want that butt nice and tight…”

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. My knees were shaking now……”CRACK!!!!” YEOW!!!!! I leapt up again and began hopping convulsively while squeezing my now swollen and flaming cheeks!

“That’s IT! Get over to my desk and lay across it NOW boy!”
Mistress Michelle Lacy commanded. Tentatively I walked over and lay flat across the desk as ordered. She and Rubber Barbie then came around front and each took hold of one of my hands in both of theirs and pulled back strongly pinning me helplessly across the desk with my stinging butt fully exposed for more punishment…

”Now it’s MY turn.” Commented Goddess Devi
I felt a hand press down firmly on the small of my back.
“Spread your feet wide and push up on the balls of your feet too boy! I think you need a little hand spanking!”
I did as ordered then she exclaimed,
“That’s perfect! Now don’t move!”
I didn’t think a hand spanking would be so bad. Oh was I wrong! She gave me ten blistering HARD slaps directly to the soft, sensitive patch of skin directly between my legs and above my balls. Oh how that stung!!! I’d never been spanked there before. But it was also very erotic and arousing! Goddess Devi commented,
“Gross! I see you enjoyed that. You’re dripping all over the desk and floor! You’re going to lick all that up when I’m through with you! First I need to cool you off a bit though. I think five licks with this paddle will do….”

“Yes, give him five of your best! We’ll hold this miscreant down.”
Rubber Barbie added. The two Goddesses each leaned back further to get my raw butt into perfect position for more! ​Ohhh….. I closed my eyes and held my breath. I knew this was going to hurt!!!…..”CRACK!!!! …..CRACK!!!!!……CRACK!!!!!…… CRACK!!!!…….CRACK!!!!!!”
Ohhhh the STING was HORRIBLE!!!….I was totally blinded by tears! My butt was on FIRE!!! I could feel the skin swelling and stretching too! It was going to be blue and red for the entire weekend! After my paddling I WAS made to lick up my drippy mess too! When satisfied that I had adequately cleaned up after myself, Mistress Lacey put a hood with blindfold on me.  I was then led by my captors out into a different room where I was guided down onto a smooth wooden bench. One of the ladies said,

“We’ve abused your poor bottom enough for the moment. We’ll give it a break.” But we’re not through with you yet…”

Suddenly I felt a strong hand clasping and tugging my cock and balls roughly forward, I yelped a little and then I felt a cord encircled around my cock and balls and pulled tight stretching them away from my body, then I heard the sound of wood thumping down against wood and “they” were trapped in what felt like a wooden vice. One of the ladies came behind me and removed my blindfold.  I discovered that I was seated in a set of medieval stocks and my cock and balls were now locked on the other side of it! Next my hands were placed into slots and a securing top was fastened over them completely trapping me in the stocks. I then heard the unmistakable crack of a whip being tested off somewhere behind me. One of the Goddesses replaced my blindfold. I heard a mischievous giggle. Then Goddess Devi walked before me.

“We’re going to have a little contest, we’re going to clamp some close pins on your cock and balls and then see how many lashes it takes each of us to knock all of them off. Don’t worry, we’ll do our best to only hit the clothes pins.​….”

And that was just the beginning of what was going to be the most incredible weekend of my life! When it was over I was exhausted but I have such wonderful memories that I will cherish for the rest of my life!

Do you share his dream? Or have you already lived it?

Gaping Gabriella’s Sissification Chronicles #1

Sissy Gabriella Ready for her Mistress

I have been having My bottom bitch, main squeeze, sluttiest slut of all cock holes, Gaping-Gabriella keep a very dirty diary of our debaucherous debacles. Here is the first entry:

“ Mistress Isobel told me to be owned as her sissy slut and knows as Mistress Isobel slutty bimbo whore Gabriella.  I was told to go shopping, pick out panties and throw away all my men underwear.  No longer to wear men underwear and always wear panties.  I got all sorts of panties to wear for my Mistress Isobel.  Thongs, G-string and bikini panties. Every day I am to send pictures of my panties I am wearing to my Mistress Isobel.

Tuesday, November 22, 

2016MISTRESS ISOBEL SISSY ASSIGNMENTThere are many steps to being a good sissy! Especially if I want to be Mistress Isobel sissy slut. Some of them are simple and some of them will take a bit more effort. But every one of these steps will bring me closer to the sissy I am meant to be! This will be thorough, detailed and very comprehensive changing your masculinity totally and completely! Each of these steps will lead you down the path of feminization and sissification. The introduction to the sissy steps will be taking under Mistress Isobel guidance and control! Mistress Isobel takes her training of her girls very seriously! One of the reasons is she wants to be proud to call me as her sissy slut Gabriella and proud to be My MISTRESS ISOBEL slut! This assignment will allow visual reminders that I am her sissy and will enhance my femininity and sissification! “

Next up, Gabby’s view as well as video proof of the misdemeanors.

Video and more clips on MissIsobelDevi.ManyVids.com

Swing

The swing-set is my favorite playground item. It is the feeling of weightlessness at the ends of each swing that spins My mind into a serene kind of frenzy. As I gained air and momentum, My white dress flared up to catch the wind. I stretched My pale little feet out as far as I could shooting up and then back. 

From way up high at the beginning of another exciting swing I spotted a man-boy approaching with his hands held wide as if to receive Me for a big embrace. He was statured like a man, but had the look of a boy; lightly freckled skin, perfect blue eyes. He was very near now, almost beneath Me, perhaps looking up My dress which  had taken to streaming behind Me like a long angelic tail. 

I saw his beautiful face arranged perfectly for kissing, and as My gondola of joy brought Me down to My cortier I dismissed it all for what appeared to be a target, right between his legs. It beseeched Me and I obliged, landing My tiny slippered foot right on the target. I felt the dull impact, like stepping on an expired wafer, against the body of My little foot. The squishy flesh beneath his crunchy gentleman pants gave way, almost enveloping its attacker. Simultaneously the impact sent him to his toes, his eyes widening to accept the gesture with stoic gratitude. 

My seat swung back sharply, pulling Me back on course against all physical reason. From the pinnacle I saw him again below Me, waiting, and I came down for another bull’s eye, laughing with maniacal pleasure as I descended. This time he became air borne, his face of masochistic bliss even more distorted, smiling at Me.

I kicked the man in the genitals again, and again until his head grew large with pressure like a balloon and finally burst, propagating a colorful shower of marshmallow candy bits. Each little sugar morsel melted into a gooey frosting as it rained down upon Me and the playground. 

A drowning sensation woke Me from My dream. Have you had any kinky dreams lately? Share them in the comments or if you are shy in a private conversation with me.