Thanks for taking a minute to join me here in my little corner of the internet. I’m the mouse hole in the mansion that is the internet, in the corner of the pantry off the kitchen, at the back behind the long forgotten mop bucket and Pine-Sol. I expect to go largely unnoticed by the world, but for those adventurous few of you who find your way through my mouse hole, together we will explore a world filled with dominant T-Girls. We will discuss the impossible as if it were the every day, dreams as if they are reality and desires, oh the desires, those will be plumbed to the very depths. There will be the whimsical, the humorous, the thoughtful, the provoking, the sad and so many other emotions. Welcome Alex, or is it Alice? But whomever it is, ignore that silly looking glass and follow me down the mouse hole into my world of T-Girl dominance and my view of submission.
You’re a busy guy. Running all over the office, doing the bidding of your beautiful boss who seems to delight in ordering you around. While in the copier room you drop a big project on the floor. Paper goes everywhere so you scramble to pick it up. As you’re piling the sheets in front of you, you hear the copier room door close and lock. Then out of the corner of your eye you see this…
Got to share this one too. I just love captions!
Not my caption, but I still dig it and wanted to share it.
My buddy Denis had moved away to Los Angeles a few years ago to work as a voice over artist and now he was back in Ohio for his wedding to Jackie, a woman he’d met out there. Even though I’d hardly talked to him while he was in Cali he’d tapped me to be a groomsman. His brother Tim was the best man and I was honored to even be asked, though I was a little concerned about my tux rental fees.
Jackie had brought along her friend Carol, who was going to be her maid of honor. She was beautiful and exotic. Like no other woman I’d ever met. When we were introduced her firm grip as we shook hands might have alerted me that something about her was different, but I was too busy drowning in her eyes to notice anything else. All that magic vanished as soon as Carol opened her mouth. She was bossy and demanding. Taking charge of everything and acting like it was her wedding instead of Denis and Jackie’s. Carol acted more like an overbearing bridezilla than a bridesmaid and it aggravated me to no end; and excited me too, just a little. It seemed like every time she opened her mouth what came out was ‘I want…’. I want the flowers arranged like this, I want the music to be this, I want the food served at this time, I want the DJ to play this song. I want, I want, I WANT!
Neither Denis or Jackie argued with her. They put up no fight, acquiescing to her every want. Finally I couldn’t take it any longer and blew up on their behalf.
“What’s your deal Carol? You act like this is your wedding! This is supposed to be Denis and Jackie’s big day and you won’t let them have a single word about what they want! You need to back off!” Denis grabbed my shoulder.
“Andy, cool off. It’s no big deal. Carol’s kind of….well, our wedding planner.” I turned to him.
“I’m no wedding expert, but even on tv the wedding planner askes the couple what they want.” I pulled my shoulder from his grasp and stalked off while they whispered behind me.
The big day had arrived and we were all at the wedding venue. The ceremony was to take place in the main hall and then the hall would be converted for the reception dinner and dancing. I was in the hall early since I could just imagine the horror of a flat tire or something making me late.
I had cooled off over night, figuring what the heck, if Jackie and Denis were ok with how Carol was acting what should I care? But as soon as I walked in Carol’s voice grated across everyone of my nerves with another ‘I want.’ I felt my face flush with anger and it took all my effort to choke back my retort. Carol turned to me and with one look could tell I was on the verge of another explosion. She held up a finger in my face and said,
“Hold on Andy. I understand why you’re upset, but you don’t know the whole story. Meet me in the women’s dressing room in two minutes and I’ll explain everything.” She didn’t wait for an answer, she simply strode away. Even through my anger I had to admire how she looked in that short pink bridesmaid dress, but then I figured she’d probably picked it out so it should look good on her. I didn’t wait the full two minutes.
The door banged when I pushed it open a little too hard and led into a short ten foot hallway that ended in one corner of the room. There were two walls of windows covered by closed venetian blinds. Carol stood with one hand on a window frame and the other on her hip. Protruding from under the hem of her dress was a very impressive penis.
“What the…..” I started, but she cut me off.
“I’m a tgirl Andy, and Denis and Jackie belong to me. They came to me as boyfriend and girlfriend looking for something exotic in their sexual relationship. Now I’m their Mistress. Denis is locked in Chastity and serves both Jackie and me. It was my idea that they get married and I’m paying for everything so also I’m calling all the shots. In a way this is my wedding, the one I dream of having. Now, will you please back the fuck off?”
I’m a strange combination of mesmerized, excited and disgusted. My eyes drifted down to the cock poking out from under her dress and I unconsciously licked my lips. She watched my reaction. Having seen that look on many other men’s faces she knew I was drawn to her cock like the guy driving slowly past a car accident. Horrified and yet, unable to look away. She said softly,
“You can come closer if you want.” I glanced back up to her eyes. Her eyelids were low and her chest was rising and falling with excitement. I could feel she wanted me closer. I moved toward her until I was within arms reach. “It’s pretty big.” She whispered. “Bigger than average and most guys can’t measure up to it. You want to try your luck?”
When I didn’t move she did it for me. Unzipping my tux pants and fishing my cock out she dropped to her knees and swallowed me. I grew quickly under her expert ministrations as she did things with her tongue that I didn’t even know were possible. No woman or girl had ever brought me this much pleasure with their mouth. Even though I was fully hard she kept sucking and teasing me, taking me down the back of her throat easily.
Her eyes were closed as the perfect O of her mouth slid along my rigid length. One hand was on my hip and the other was working between her thighs. I was starting to thrust my hips, close to an orgasm when she pulled off and stood in front of me. Our cocks bumped and she grabbed them in one hand and squeezed them as she ground them together. Her face was close to mine as she said,
“Well lookie here. Looks like you’re the winner Andy. Do you want to claim your prize?” She turned and rubbed her ass along the length of my aching cock. Only the string of her thong protected her opening and she pulled it aside as she took my cock and rubbed the tip over the puckered closure. All that saliva made it easy for her to back up onto me and she expertly opened up took me with a soft moan.
I was frozen in place. Trapped under the spell she had cast with that incredible mouth and now held in place by her tight ass. She was gripping and squeezing me in ways no pussy ever had or could. She let out a low guttural growl,
“Now fuck me Andy. Pound all your pent up anger me into me! Make me pay for how I’ve treated your friend.”
I thought, ‘She’s right! I should make her pay for how she’s treating Denis and Jackie!’ I thrust hard into her ass and that first slap echoed around the room. I gave her another and was rewarded with her bearing down around my punishing cock. Then I lost it. I pounded her ass with everything I had as the sex sounds reverberated around the room. I squeezed her tits through her dress and abused her behind in a hailstorm of thrusts as she moaned encouragement for me to be rougher, to really punish her. I pulled her hair and gripped her shoulder so hard she knew I was about to cum.
“Cum in me!” She cried. “Cum in me and make me pay!”
I arched my back, buried my cock in her contracting ass and exploded. Everything poured out of me. All of my frustrations, my angst and my anger shot into her, over and over. Through it all her ass quivered and milked my cock.
When it was over she stood up, keeping my cock in her as she leaned into my chest. Carol pulled my lips down and kissed me softly. I think if she’d been a cat she’d have been purring. I looked down her front to her hard cock. It was a dark redish purple and a strand of precum dangled from the tip. I started to reach for it, but she grabbed my hand.
“No Andy. That’s for Jackie and Denis. I’m going to consummate their marriage tonight and I want it to be special. I’m going to put a big load in Jackie who went off her birth control a month ago and Denis is going to suck it out. If he doesn’t do a good job she’ll be having my baby.” I pulled my hand away and she gave me another soft kiss. “You’ve must come visit us in L.A., after the honeymoon. Please say you will. After all, I need to return this favor. You and I will be equals and I will take you to places of pleasure you’ve never dream of before.”
“Sure. I’ll come out.” Carol pulled off of me and started to adjust her dress.
“You better leave me so I can ready again. I won’t go soft with you in the room with me.”
I left her to get ready and as I was waiting for the wedding to start I began looking for flights to L.A. and I wondered what kind of job I could get in Tensile Town.
Not my caption, but I love the implications. I would love to blow my wife before she went to work!
I wake up in a pile of rumpled sheets. The dark maroon color stark against my white skin. From the depths of the evening before floats up the complement. ‘I like the contrast…’ But I can’t grasp the rest through the fog in my brain. The house is quiet and I’m alone. I recall passion. Fingers gripping tightly. Hungry mouths devouring acres of skin. Deep grunts of satisfaction and moans of pleasure. Squeals of delight. Then another hazy memory from the depths, ‘were those my squeals?’ As I shake my head in an attempt to focus the room spins a little.
I gently roll out of the rumpled cotton field of dreams, driven by the need to urinate. Warm feet on cold tile helps me focus. I stand over a shiny white bowl as my distended bladder shrinks. Glancing to the left I see a double sink with a huge mirror over it. There is another flash of memory. Of the reflection of pale hands running over my torso. Whispers of admiration; then of lust and need. I am bent over the sink and an angelic face floats behind me in the mirror. A grimace of lust painted on it. I feel the color drain from my face as the memory coalesces. Looking down I see the beginnings of bruises on the front of my thighs. In my ears echo the cry of that angel as she is satisfied. Clinching my sphincter creates a dull ache that has never been there before.
The smell of back coffee draws me toward the kitchen and I slip on my cargo shorts to seek it out. I enter the transitional area between the kitchen and dining room and my eye is drawn to the sliding glass door that looks onto the deck. There stands the angel from the reflection. I flash back to her in the club. In that skin tight red dress she stood out like a flower in a field of noxious weeds. Images of her moving and dancing, a mermaid in a sea of fish, fill my head. Drinks flowed. There is an image of a dark place where the thump of the music has become a dull throb. Of looking up at her from my knees as I push the red line of her hem up creamy thighs. I remember her fingers curled in my hair as I gag and cough with her release. On the deck she turns and catches me staring at her. She looks surprised. I move toward her, the glass whispers aside and join her.
“Good morning.” She leans in and kisses my lips in an easy familiar way.
“Mornin” I mumble back. An awakward silence steps between us and hangs there till I nudge it out of the way. “About last night….” she intercedes.
“I’m sooo sorry! I just get so carried away sometimes! I like to think of it as being passionate, but I guess sometimes….” She trails off knowing that nothing flattering can follow that statement. She changes gears. “Actually, I’m a little surprised you’re still here. Most guys after a night like last night slink out the front door as soon as I come out here to give them an opening.” Her eyes drop to the deck. I’m acutely aware of her curves beneath the robe. “I guess I should be flattered that you at least had the nerve to come out here to say goodbye.” More and more of the previous evening is coming to light. The condition of the sheets makes perfect sense now. Her eyes return to me, hopeful, but resigned.
“I had an amazing night! Best of my life!” I tell her in a breathy rush and wonder blossoms over her face.
“Truly?” I nod, my eyes never leaving hers. “You didn’t come out here to tell me goodbye?” I shake my head. She unties the belt and pulls her robe open. The knowing look on her face says it all. She has finally found her match. “Well then, let’s not waste anymore time talking.” I look into the back yards of the other houses.
“What about your neighbors?” She smirks.
“The neighbors already know all about me.”
Stepping into the restroom cut the thump of the techno music to a distant throb, but she had a throb of her own. The guy she had been dancing with all night wants to meet her in the Rumpus Room. He knows she is packing and that she wants to get inside of him and he’s cool with it, even eager for it. She’d had to adjust herself before she could leave the dance floor.
She looks in the mirror as she comes in and watches herself walk behind the other girls touching up their faces. She isn’t vain, but she looks as good as any of them and in that red dress she looks better than most. There is no muffin top showing over her panties, no little roll around her bra strap. She is tight clean curvy lines with a hard ball of intent where her legs meet.
She steps into an empty stall. Part of her wants to pee standing up, just to freak the other girls out a little. Not that anyone would say anything. Even if they clocked her they wouldn’t mention it. But she never got clocked unless she wanted to. She was a ghost among them. That girl with a little something they could never provide, a competitive edge that sends some guys to the moon, like the cute Clark Kent look-a-like she is fixing to dip her wick in.
She knocks the last drop of pee off the tip and stands up to fix it back in place for the trip to the Rumpus Room. She pulls the dress down, but just before she tucks her little girl away she thinks of a selfie. She sets up her phone and looks at herself on the screen. She loves shots like these. She looks amazing and sexy, and then you get to the bottom of the dress and get that little twist at the end. Perfect. She takes the shot and posts it. Her girlfriends will know what the hashtag means.
Not my caption, but I love it!