I do love a good sandwich especially if it has a thick meaty filling.
The one I enjoyed the other day had a all the ingredients except the
outer layers were a naked slave on the bottom, Mistress on top and a
slave being rogered in the middle.
Although my dungeon is temporarily out of action during a major
refurb, I still have lots of cruel fun in other parts of my lair. And
so it was that a slave turned up for a session of general humiliation
and fear. I ordered him to strip bare-arsed naked and bend over a
chair. He was blindfolded and ready for domination.
I ordered him not to move until I was ready to deal wth him and he did
as he was told. Bent over, naked and vulnerable, I left the pathetic
sub waiting for my next move; arse aloft and not knowing what was
going to hit him – literally. I decided to be extra cruel and made him
stay there – in total darkness – for at least 15 minutes. It must have
been especially nerve-wracking not to know what was going to come,
that at any moment i could come back into the room and give his arse a
good thrashing, torture his cock and balls or assault him with my huge
dildo. The next move was mine and I was enjoying the sadistic tease.
After waiting patiently for me, I quiety tiptoed back into the room
and brought my mouth close to his ear. Though blindfold, he must have
sense my presence as he didn’t jump when I whispered the words: ‘Good
boy, you have not moved and have obeyed Mistreess’ commands. Now I
must decided if you are to be rewarded or punished. What shall it be
He whimpered a reply; “Punished mistress.” I was happy to oblige and
slowly worked my strong hands around his prone cock and balls,
squeezing them hard and using my sharp nails on his taut skin. He
moaned more in fear and expectation than pain.
My next move was for him unexpected. I straddled his back and lay on
top of him. He groaned under my weight but I whispered in my gentle
but harsh way, “Don’t make a sound. You have been a good slave and I
think you deserve a reward. Can you guess what it might be? I don’t
think you can?” He couldn’t.
My next move was for him totally unexpected. I brought into the room
my house slave – my well-hung, bollock naked toy who was ordered (in
no uncertain terms) to lay face down on top of my blindfolded victim.
I then did the same to my house boy except this time, I wore my
There we were – the perfect sandwich. My visiting slave on the bottom,
my house-slave in the middle and me on top. It was (for me) a very
funny situation and i couldn’t help laughing as I slammed my dildo in
the arsehole of the man in the middle. As I shoved and grinded my way
into his willing orifice, the ‘bottom bunk’ slave could only groan
under the weight of two bodies: the pussy wimp on top of him and their
superior mistress, where else but on top.