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A Clown Dominatrix...You Can't Be Serious

Come one, Come all to the Greatest Dungeon in All the Land!

I don't turn away any saints, sinners, repressed cuckolds or even secret clowns.

The truth is yes...I do in fact get down in clown.


He comes to me through a series of strange events...watching, waiting and admitting that yes...he has seen me in other capacities (I do many things). At this juncture, I was in a devil hat and bedazzled robe reading cards and laughing in the cold night. He spoke, "How can I see you?" I gave him my card.


Next thing you know, he's at the dungeon door with one hole in his finely knit wool sweater. I open the door in full clown and put my finger to my mouth. "Shhhh"....this is THE secret.


In he comes and I immediately put my finger in the hole of his sweater, my voice is changed. High and squeaky and devilishly breathy..."Is this the only hole we're playing in tonight boy? I hope not or else I'll run out of space for all my balloon genitals. Hee Hee Hee. Honk Honk Honk." He giggles nervously.


"Strip."


One word and he's naked in my presence. His dick is already hard and I'm elated to see a smattering of tattoos all over his body. He's a cute boy. I like 'em when they're cute.


"Sit."


I point to the table where a hat, clown collar, pink clown nose (they didn't have red at Zurchers that day), and the worst clown paint you ever saw sat displayed underneath the glow of the lamp light. The play begins.


Carnivale music was the choice for the night. I made him squirt white clown paint into his palms and spread it all over his face. I added two blue triangles to each eye. One above the eye and one below speaking about how diamonds are a clown's best friend and how two triangles stacked on top of each other create one Helluva diamond. Two giant black eyebrows added to the mix and Voila...he was ready to be collared and hatted.


"Boy, once you are in collar, you are mine. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"You will do exactly as I say without question."

"Yes Mistress." "Your nose is my nose and your body is my body."

"Yes Mistress."

"Good boy. Now kiss my clown shoes!"


I proceeded to teach the boy how to appropriately kiss my shoes. Gently and with sincere devotion to the presence of my darling feet within the giant colorful plastic shiny shiny shoes. Depth. Deep Kisses. Gentle touches. Thank you.


Then I made sure his bottom matched his pink nose. Spankings over and over and over again. He panted as the pain increased and his butt continued blushing an ever deeper shade of pink. Do the curtains match the drapes? I dunno, but the nose knows if you know what I mean.


Once his bottom was nice and pink. I made him balance delicately on a balloon.


"If you pop this...that's it. You will be in so much trouble. My balloons are my best friends and I demand that you treat them with the most respect."


He balanced gingerly on the ballon as his hot bottom tenderly grazed the surface of the latex, I forced him to chew on Bubble Tape until his mouth was full. I kept asking questions as he was balanced on the balloon, chewing gum and absolutely sweating his clown paint off. I laughed and prodded him and danced around as he tried to keep up without popping his new favorite chair. And then....


POP


That's it. I've had it. I string him up. I put his hands in mittens and use a carabiner to attach him to the chains dangling from the ceiling. He popped one balloon, but he was certainly not going to pop this one. I quickly made a balloon pussy while he chewed helplessly on his bubble gum and couldn't use his hands. Then I squirted whipped cream up and down his hardened cock and stroked it with the balloon pussy. Giggling ferociously as he tried to blow bubbles in the gum I made him chew.


This clown domme has high expectations. Most especially of their clowns.


Then came the moment. He looked at me strung up as he was in the chains.

I let him have one hand...And I made him stroke himself while I counted down from 10.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."

Nada.


He brought me gifts that night which included confetti poppers.

I took one and put it up to his face.


"Listen, when I tell you to cum. I mean it. Let's have this popper teach you shall we?

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."


POP.


The smell of sulfur lingered and I made him grab his cock again.

This time I held a small plastic cup beneath his dick.


"Ok boy. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."


Voondabah! Cumdabah! Surprise, Surprise. You can teach 'em!

I put a pink crazy straw with TWO loops in the cup of cum and I put a giant dollop of whipped cream on top of that. It was a cum sundae! Or cumdae if you're clever.

He drank it all down.

What a good clown!


Pobrecito was suddenly tired. I released his other paw and removed the hat and collar as I told him to "Take a Power Shower."


The dungeon was littered in latex, confetti, the smell of bubble gum and an empty whipped cream canister lay on the floor. My clown shoes had been ceremoniously removed and I put my tootsies next to the fireplace in the dungeon. Thinking tenderly on my sweet sweet clown boy and wondering...


When the next desperate clown girl fetishist would show up and be put down in clown.

As always...


The Show Must Go On.





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