Written Tribute to Goddess Diana Blackmore - Sex Stories

Written Tribute to Goddess Diana Blackmore

Written earlier this week in honor and praise of She who I long to serve, the magnificent Ebony Transsexual Goddess, Mistress Diana Blackmore. If She reads this, and I truly hope She will, it is my hope She will be pleased.Where She Wants me Immobilized, that's what I was. Although I did not know for exactly how long. My wrists and ankles were tightly shackled, and I was unable to see or speak because of the tightly laced, leather hood that had been put over my head. Nevertheless, I still managed to make out through the padded leather the "click, click, click," sound of my dominant Black Transsexual Goddess, Mistress Diana Blackmore's, high heeled boots on the tile floor of her basement dungeon. I felt her hand stoke my hooded head, even through the thick padding. And then, I felt something placed to my right nostril. A glass bottle, or glass ampule of some kind. "Sniff deeply slave," Mistress Diana commanded in her soft voice. Without hesitation eager to comply, I inhaled deeply. As I did this, my head began to spin, as if in a vortex. "Very good slave," I heard Mistress Diana say. I felt the container on my left nostril next. "Again slave, sniff deeply," she commanded. My mind continued to spin, and my body began to react to what my Owner had just made me inhale. Even though I was locked up tightly in the CB3000 by her, nevertheless, my penis strained, trying to get hard, albeit unsuccessfully. My hips began to move involuntarily. My ass began to spasm and twitch, relaxed, ...

... eager to be filled with something, anything. Mistress Diana leaned over and whispered to me as she caressed my chest with her leather gloved right hand, pinching my pierced nipples, pulling on the rings she herself had not long ago picked out. "Very good. I see you liked the poppers, my little bitch?" Through the whirlwind of my mind I think I managed to nod my head in assent to her, but I couldn't be sure. I was drooling around the cock gag in my mouth, breathing through the nose holes in my hood deeply, lost in an erotic world, wishing now that she would administer more. "Now that you have had a little taste, you'll want more. We'll make sure we feed that addiction, my slave," she softly said. "I prefer you very dependent and very addicted truth be told. But now, I'm going to give you a taste of something else. Something that feeds that other addiction that has grown in you over these last few months. Mistress Diana reached behind my head, slowly unbuckling the strap that was holding the penis shaped gag tightly and deeply into my mouth. I gasped slightly as she pulled it away from the hood, then out of my mouth. My mind was still reeling from the effects of the popper doses so I was still breathing heavily. "There my little slave, is that better?," Mistress Diana asked. I could only moan positively. She chuckled as I heard again the sound of her high heeled boots on the basement tile floor as she moved closer to me. Though prevented from seeing her because of the blindfold ...