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The 1st Meet

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The 1st Meet.

If we were to meet I would expect you to wear a see through blouse, no bra! A short skirt, stockings suspenders and panties would be optional.

We would meet in a public place for our first meeting, say a park or pub. Let’s say a pub.

We would meet in the car park and walk in together, sitting in a quiet corner I would ask what you wanted to drink and as I rose to fetch you a drink I lent over and told you to remove your jacket by the time I returned.

When I returned I told you to move your arms to your side so I could see your hardening nipples poking through the blouse, your dark areola, clearly visible. I leant over to kiss you on the cheek and pinched your nipple between my finger and thumb; such took a sharp intake of breath, but did no

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t attempt to remove my hand.


I then leaned further over and told you to go to the ladies and remove your panties, returning with them in your hand to present to me.


When you returned I took your panties and discreetly accepted them before raising my hand to my nose to smell your newly removed panties. I then slip them into my pocket and slide nearer to you. Ordering you to open your legs, I slip a hand up your skirt and insert one then two fingers into your extremely aroused cunt.


Again you take a sharp intake of breath, I slowly wiggle my fingers ensuring a liberal coating of your cunt juice, washes over them before removing them and smelling the fingers, I then order you to lick them clean.


Next I tell you we are going for a drive, and take hold of your coat so you have to walk from the back of the pub out to the car park with all the men staring at your aroused nipples.


Once in my car I tell you to undo your top five buttons on your blouse, allowing me a generous view of your cleavage. As we drive I ask you questions about yourself and after every third question you are ordered to UN do another button.


Soon your blouse is fully UN buttoned and I order you to open it wide, your tits are now on full and open view. As we drive other vehicles pass us and sometimes the try to remain beside us as they can see your upper torso naked.


I then turn off on to a country road which leads to a woody lane; I turn off the engine and order you to raise your skirt. I continue to order it raised until I can see your pubic hair clearly and your aroused cunt lips open like a precious flower.


The single touch of my finger is enough to start your climax, as your sexual arousal has been climbing since you began to get ready of our date.


I reach into the glove box and remove a rampant rabbit vibrator and instruct you to insert it in to your cunt until the ears lightly touch your clitoris.


I then turn on the head to a slow hum, whilst the ears to a much faster hum and bigger vibrations. I warn you that you will have to keep it there until we arrive at your home and if you cum before that you will be punished.


By the time we get to your place, you have failed to prevent yourself Cumming, I allow you to fasten just two buttons of your blouse and to put your skirt down over the top of the rabbit. I then warn you that if you allow the rabbit to fall out of your cunt, you will receive additional punishment.


We walk slowly to your front door and you open it and step inside. Where I allow you to remove the rabbit, but before you can go anywhere it has to be licked clean.


Ask you to choose your form of punishment, will it be a good sound spanking on your arse, or a less firm spanking on your breasts, or an even less severe punishment of your cunt lips with my hand.


You kneel before me and beg Master which ever punishment you decide to give me I fully deserve. I order you to remove my prick from my trousers using only one hand and your mouth. Failure to do so will result in you receiving all three punishments.


You struggle but manage to retrieve my prick, and as you bring it out of my trousers, it is held between your lips, so I naturally tell you to suck me to full hardness.


Mean while I have UN buttoned your two remaining buttons and removed your blouse. I wait until your have done your job on my cock before making your remove your skirt. Next I tell you to serve me a cup of tea in the living room as you are and it had better be done with style and courtesy or you will suffer.


You return after five minutes, placing my cup of tea on the table beside me and try to do a little curtsy. I bring my hand up in between your legs and locate your erect cut.


Part 2.


When your nipples are rock hard, I complain that you have not satisfied my desire to have your cunt juices smother my hand. I instruct you that you will now have to face all three punishments.


Order you to kneel down over the edge of the settee and to open your legs as wide as you can. I tell you that after each punishing slap you will say, thank you master I still need much more training to be a worthy slut for you.


My first slap lands on your right arse cheek, thank you master I need to be punished more, you reply. A harder slap lands on your left arse cheek as I correct you and tell you I want word for word the information I gave you originally. Thank you master I still need much more training to be a worthy slut for you. I repeat.


You then repeat it word for word, as the next slap lands directly on your cunt lips, as I drag my index finger backwards along your cunt lips, it slips inside and brushes against your cut. You gasp as it drags it lightly backwards. This is repeated a further five times, right cheek, left cheek and then the cunt.


I then make you kneel up and reach behind you to grip your ankles in your hands, this tilts your upper torso back presenting your breasts at the right angle for their punishment. Six slaps rain down on each breast and as I with draw my hand each time your nipple is both pinched and stretched.


When you have correctly accepted your punishment, I stick my cock in your face and order you to lick its length and make sure you don’t forget to kiss my balls.


This continues for five minutes until I begin to face fuck you, ordering you to take my whole length of seven inches into your mouth.


As my climax nears, I withdraw my cock and order you to masturbate your cunt in front of me while I finish drinking my cup of tea. I tell you that I want you to make yourself cum, by the time I have finished my cup of tea or I will have to make you cum another way.


You fail to make your self cum properly, so I grab you by the hair and make you lead me to the kitchen where I order you to find me a broom.

I then make you lay on the cold kitchen floor and to insert the end of the broom handle into your cunt. I gently begin to force 6 inches of the handle up you before slowly removing almost all of it.


I the begin to flick you with the handle, until you are begging me” master please allow me to take your cock in me, fuck me in the cunt or my arse which ever you my master desires, I am only fit to serve you my master in any way you see fit.”


I then allow you to continue fucking yourself with the handle as I take some pictures of you. As you begin to climax, I order you to remove the handle and to finish yourself off with your fingers.


Part 3.


I then make you lead me to your bedroom where I command you to show me your sex toys and order you to get me two pairs of stockings. I take the stockings, tying one to your left wrist; I securely bind it to your right wrist behind your back. Next I tie a stocking around your waist and attach a third to the front of this, pass it through your legs and pull it tight before fastening it at the rear.


The Stocking is forced tightly into your cunt lips pressing against your clitoris. I then take your smallest sex toy and ease it into your cunt, turn it fully on and ensure it can not fall out by securing it in place with the stocking. I take the remaining stocking and use it to blindfold you. I tell you that you’re going to be made to cum until you cannot cum anymore. I take a large vibrator and place it against your old, before turning the toy to full speed.


You hips begin to buck, as your excitement begins to build. A further toy is turned full on and pressed against your anal ring, without entering your arse. You are literally trapped between the two vibrating toys front and rear. As your excitement rises you begin rocking back and forth on these two toys. The vibrations in your cunt help to push your body towards the inevitable climax


You begin to moan, begging me to fuck you. I tell you that you are my slut and as such you will need to earn my cum. You will have to show me that your worthy of my prick entering your wet slutty cunt. You beg me to tell you how you can show me you are worthy. I simply reply that you must obey my every instruction without question. Then and only then will your body prove itself worthy of my cock and cum.


I wedge the two vibrators in place using the stocking cutting into your cunt I then take two spring loaded pegs and pinch your left nipple and attach the peg to it, I repeat this four times as pegs are attached to your left breast around your nipple, I repeat the whole procedure on your right breast, by which time your in the middle of a violent climax, your knees buckle and you slip onto your knees.


I take my now erect prick and slip it between your lips, I command you to suck me off, but not to swallow my cum, I instruct you to allow it to dribble from your mouth on to your tits. Then I begin to fuck your mouth with my 7” prick, slowly to start with and then speeding up as you become accustomed to my prick’s thickness.


You use your tongue to lick the underside of my penis, as it invades your mouth and you do your very best to hasten my Cumming. After some ten minutes of this treatment I finally shoot my sticky white fluid into your mouth and as instructed you allow it to dribble from the comers of your mouth on to your breasts.


I order you to clean up my cock, which you do and just as you finish yet another climax, you ask for permission to go to the loo. I instruct you that your body is mine and therefore you are not allowed to go to the toilet unless I escort you and you will not be allowed to undo your hands to clean yourself up so if you’re desperate to go, I will have to wipe you dry.


In the toilet I allow you to go to the loo but without undoing the stocking which is holding the three vibrators in place, so you have to piss through this stocking and it soaks the stocking and your toys. Adding to your discomfort I then take you to the bath area and allow you to stand in the bath I release your hands and allow you to remove all the stockings and toys from your body, you are just about to remove the first of the pegs when I interrupt you and tell you, you can remove the pegs but must not squeeze the pegs to do so.


This means that the only way to remove them would be to pull them away from your body until they snapped away from your breasts. You gingerly try this on the first one but find it too painful to do a second one. You plead with me to allow you to remove them normally and in return you promise to be my undivided slave for a whole weekend to be used and abused as I saw fit. I warn you that you would be well advised to consider this carefully as I had a private party planned for five males and their girlfriends where you would have to serve them as a French maid and allow them to use your body as they saw fit.


You agree to this and I allow you to gently remove your pegs. I allow you to clean yourself up and get dressed. You join me back in the living room where we sit and chat about your likes and dislikes. The rest of the evening we chat as equals and no further demands are made upon your body. How ever I do leave you instructions for going to bed that night. You are to insert the largest vibrator you can stand, into your arse and to fuck yourself there until you climax, I tell you I will phone you the next moaning for a blow by blow account of it, including how you felt.


Part 4.


The party.


About a week alter our first meeting, I call you and order you to bathe, dress in the French maids uniform I sent you and to ensure you wear no underwear An hour later I am knocking on your door to collect you, we drive in silence to a hotel where you are deposited in a large room. I inform you to get the things ready; you find twelve glasses and a tray with wine chilling in the fridge.

After what seems like ages, but is only ten minutes, I knock on the door and lead five males and there female partners into the room. I stand talking to them and indicate to you to serve the wine, as you approach me, I announce this is Katerina, my slut French maid, who will not only serve us tonight but will be our entertainment as well.

I further explain that she can not refuse any suggestion made to her and any one whom wishes to may indulge in a quick feel as long as no other guest is kept waiting for drinks. I also warn you that later you are to remove your maid’s uniform and serve us naked.

The party begins to warm up as several of the women engage you in conversations while feeling your breasts and at the same time their partners are feeling your cunt. You then accidentally spill a glass of wine and I immediately call you over to me. I chastise you for the spilt wine and confuse you by saying you will replace the wine immediately.

I then order you to remove your uniform and in front of everyone, I hold the empty glass in front of your cunt and order you to fill it will your piss, you find it difficult to begin pissing with everyone watching you until I warn you that you have until I count to ten to begin filling the glass or I will have every member present spank you on your cunt with three slaps each. You realize that it would mean 33 painful slaps on your cunt.


You literally force a few drops of piss out by the time I counted to Sand had managed a full flow by 10. When you filled the glass you could not stop your flow and others dipped their glasses in to the flowing urine to mix it with their wine.

I raise the glass of full urine and order you to drink the fluid that it contains. You gingerly take the glass and try to swallow it in one go. But as you raise the glass a woman begins to feel your wet cunt, and slides three fingers deep into you.

You eventually drain the glass and are lead over to a coffee table where you are laid down, each woman in turn kneels between your legs and begins to eat you out, whilst the men stand in a circle with their pricks all exposed and begin wanking over your prone body.

By the time the third woman has brought you to your third orgasm, the pricks begin to cum, each prick launches a torrent of spunk on to your upturned body, and most of them are aimed at your tits and face. By the time the last penis has erupted over you, you are a mass of cum splashes from head to toe and are in the middle of your fifth orgasm. Two of the women then begin to lick you clean whilst a third squats over your face and orders you to lick her out.

You are then made to lick out each woman in turn; the last three after their cunts have been filled with someone’s spunk. Then your lead away to a bathroom where you are allowed to clean yourself up before being lead back to the coffee table and you are tied face down to it. Your legs are secured to woe of the legs and your arms to the other two legs. It is now impossible for you to close your cunt off from being felt or flicked and each guy in turn, inserts his penis into your cunt and flicks you but pulls out before shooting his cum over your back.

When all my guests are sated, they begin to leave the room, where I come over to you and tell you that as my messy little slut, you have pleased me no end tonight and for doing so I have a special gift for you. You begin to wander what the gift may be, until you feel my own prick pushing against your anus. I whisper into your ear, yes bitch your reward is to have me flick your arse and my spunk shot up your tight little arse hole.

Your almost too exhausted to resist but suddenly feel something large and stiff begin to force its way into your cunt, I laugh as I see the shock on your face, before I announce, yes it’s the rampant rabbit for your cunt while my prick flicks your arse. You by now are almost Cumming no stop as my prick erupts deep inside your arse and I with draw it to present it to your mouth for sucking clean.

Teresa's Torture!

cuckoldbob on BDSM Stories

This is about the strange incident which began Mum's continued cuckoldry. I'd like to write and tell you the story of her first prostitution, which will be mentioned in other stories. This is when she originally committed adultery, by selling herself sexually, in the 80's. It is about a certain underground film that was made. I can describe it, now I've seen it, and I'd like to tell you all about it.

When I was just 18, Dad was in heavy debt through his own mismanagement of his business; and it turned out after a while that he had gone to a business associate of his, an Arabian named Kabul.

I guess we all knew from the start that Kabul was a bit of a shady character, and had his fingers in various slightly criminal pies. Dad said he'd had no choice, the way thi

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ngs were, but to get a large loan from Kabul, and intended to pay it back when he could. However, we also knew that Kabul fancied my Mum. This may have been the main reason Kabul ever bothered doing business with Dad in the first place, i.e. so he could get close to my Mum. [She at the time often accompanied Dad to business functions and "Deal-meals" as they were known.]

Mum seemed to enjoy the flirtation and attention from other men she'd get; both my parents must have realized this helped Dad's business along, and as Mum was [up until this point] a completely faithful, dutiful wife to Dad, there seemed no undue worry on his part that she may ever go further than verbal flirtation and dancing with his associates at functions.

However, as the months went on, Dad got more and more hassle from Kabul about the loan payments. Some were being missed, plus Kabul hadn't been totally honest about things. It turned out he was a right gangster and heavy loan shark, and ran a plethora of seedy sex clubs and brothels. Dad had given the house and business as security for the loan; perhaps a naive move, but we didn't know about Kabul's true intent to us when Dad had initially signed for the loan.

Soon, we were being threatened, first subtly then more boldly, with repossession and bankruptcy, while Kabul mounted more and more interest on the loan repayments. Dad now could never pay it all back. We were in the shit big time, you could say, with no real way out.

At this point, I had come home after college one early evening, and found Mum and Dad sitting opposite each other in the lounge, in the presence of Kabul's two big heavies, Abdul and Karim, who were sitting on our sofa. Obviously some sort of heated discussion had been taking place, because the room suddenly went silent as I came in. The tension between the four seated people was so thick it made the hairs raise on the back of my neck.

Dad was very tense indeed, his face like a thunderstorm. Although the two big heavies seemed more comfortable, even smirking occasionally. The conversation [because of my sudden presence] turned to lighter matters, and idle chit-chat even.

As I looked at Mum, she seemed almost totally at ease sitting there in her nightgown, smoking elegantly and chatting to the foreigners as if she was among old friends! Dad sharply told me to make coffee for them all and as I brought it in, I noticed the Arabs looking more directly at Mum. This was because Mum slowly slipped off first one of her slippers, then the other, after having dangled them from her feet for ages. Now she made a point of turning her left bare sole toward the men, and slowly turning her toes up, so that she exposed the underside of her sexy, shapely foot to them and showed the prominent ball of her foot to their gaze! Now, everyone who's ever had a woman deliberately bare her feet and casually flex them toward you, in any social situation, knows what it means. The woman wants to bare more of herself for you, and she's teasing and provoking your interest! It made me feel deeply disturbed yet oddly aroused, to see her flirting with them.

Dad sent me round to the shop to get some smokes for him then. Obviously to get me out of the way awhile! When I returned, the guys were just leaving in their car, smirking back at Mum and Dad, and hissing, "Ssso...you will give usss a call,yessss???"

The men waggled their tongues horribly at Mum as they drove off, causing Dad to flush in anger and mutter, "Dirty bastards!"

Nothing about whatever was going on was told to me so at bedtime, I crept along the landing ,and listened at my parents' closed bedroom door.

I found silence at first, then Dad said quietly, "You want to do it...Don't you? I can tell, Teresa!"

Mum was evasive, replying, "That's not the point. The thing is, we've GOT to do it, or else be bankrupt and living like tramps! Oh come on, love. Look, you can just go out and get drunk while I'm there, and forget it's happening."

Dad replied, "But Teresa, what about afterwards? When I know it's happened? I'd be wondering about it. What they did to you, and... Well, whether they were better than me, and if you reached any orgasms. Like you don't often with me anymore. God, you're my wife, for fuck's sake! How would I COPE?"

Mum soothed him, going, "Well, let's just pretend it's one of those lurid adulterous housewife or bondage fantasies you and I used to like reading, and watching on video. They used to turn you on! Let's pretend it's one of those fantasies except this time it's ME, and it's REAL!"

She continued, "Okay, tell you what. As a condition I do it, I'll ask that he makes it up before I come home. I'll bring one back, and leave it out for you. Then you can see all that happened! You can have a good WANK to it, love, it'll make you feel more acceptant of it. That way, you can know everything, and we'll never have to speak about it again!"

There was a very long silence. Finally Dad relented, and guardedly agreed to let Mum do it. Whatever this mysterious IT was!

Mum said, "I'll call him tomorrow. We'll get it arranged. Then everything will be fine, love we'll be saved from trouble then!"

The next day, which was Saturday, Mum went upstairs to make a private phone call, while I and Dad were working in the garden. Later, when she came down, I could partly overhear what they said in the kitchen, as I dug the soil.

Mum went, "Oohhh, darling! They really want their money's worth!"

After some muttering, Dad blurted out, "They're gonna do WHAT to you? No way, Teresa! Oh, no! No way can I have that happening to you! They must be twisted! I'm telling the police. I've had enough. We're better poor than having that sort of stuff done to you."

Mum actually giggled at this point. Dad seethed now. "Do I take this to mean you want them to do that? Am I really so unsatisfactory that you're fantasizing about THAT?"

Mum went, "Shush, it'll be okay. I'll switch off, love, I'm sure I won't enjoy it. I've got to do it anyway, so if that's what they want, does it matter?"

Dad fumed, growling, "Well, I've never done that to you, and I never will."

I never heard the rest, but over the next week, Dad seemed quiet and subdued, while Mum seemed sparkly and excited!

When the Friday came I was off to college in the morning, when they told me that Mum had to go away for a few days, to see some friends of hers. I knew of course who these "friends" were, but I said nothing. I guess I knew something was up. That Mum was gonna be involved sexually with Kabul and/or his henchmen somehow, but I had no direct proof. Anyway, how could I ask my parents that?

She wasn't there when I got home, and though I was busy with college work all week, I still noticed Dad was drinking a lot, being very quiet, and very irritable.

She didn't arrive back until the end of the following week. I came home before Dad got in from work, and found her happily making dinner, with nothing seemingly different about her except she looked a bit dreamy-eyed and giggled a lot!

When I went upstairs, I looked in their bedroom, and there on the bedcover was a 3-hour videotape, with a note to Dad from Mum, saying "Hope you enjoy it, darling! Don't let the screams worry you! Whick-Whack, Whip-Crack! Love, Teresa. XXX!"

Alongside the tape was a new packet of hand tissues. Mum had also brought our video machine into their bedroom, too. There it was, plugged in and ready, under their little second T. V. set they had as a spare.

At dinner, Mum was humming to herself, and glancing at Dad, who was more silent than ever. She even sang chirpily as she cleared the plates: "Whoo-whooo! Ride 'Em, Cowboy! Whip-Crack Away, Whip-Crack Away!"

Patting her bottom as she left for the kitchen, she giggled that her journey had made it very sore. Dad blushed like a tomato, but said nothing in reply, he just hid his gaze in his coffee mug.

After dessert, Dad excused himself to me, saying he had to go and do something private upstairs tonight. This with Mum adding for me to stay with her and "Leave him to it."

Yeah! Sure Dad was "doing things!" Doing what, with the tape and tissues, I wonder? HA!HA!

They were right about not mentioning "IT" again; Dad never did, and Mum denied anything I ever asked her about Kabul and the week away.

Everything seemed strangely normal, considering what an outrageous thing had happened to Mum and though I looked through the whole house whenever I was alone after that, I never found the video. I was burning to see it for years! However, here's the crunch. After our recent experiences, and Mum opening up a bit sexually with me, she's let me see it! On my bed last week, I found a few pictures of her, with a copy of the tape. With them was a note saying,

"Your turn to see it now, Bob! Mum. XXX!"

Well, I've been jerking off nearly all week to it; now Mum has suggested I write, and give your readers the benefit of what's on it!

Apparently, it's been reproduced several times now, and is a classic among certain collectors of this type of real-life porn, where ordinary white wives get bribed away from their husbands and made sex slaves for people like Kabul. It seems the video has become much sought after, and some tycoons pay wads of cash for it! I dunno how Mum got this copy again, years later, unless it's what the teenagers posted to us. [That will be described in a following story, named "Your Mum, Your Mum"]. Anyway, here goes; here's the fullest description I can give of my Mum's long-secret amateur porno film!

I was shaking with excitement, when I picked it up, cause this version even has a proper cover! In big letters, it said "TERESA'S TORTURE!", above a picture of Mum, looking a bit younger. [This was the 80's,when she was in her late 30's.]

She is kneeling down, bare boobs showing with her big red nipples distended, and with her finger put nervously to her lips, and she smiles at the camera, and two great big dark skinned Arab men crowd her from each side on the video cover, shoving their huge dicks threateningly inward at her face!

So I put the tape on, and this is what it showed:

It began with Mum talking to the viewers, saying who she was, and why she had agreed to whore herself, commit adultery and make the film. She told all about Dad's debts to Kabul, too. She went on to say that she hoped those voyeur purchasers of her dirty prostitution on film would enjoy seeing her adultery, her martyrdom for her son and hubby's salvation, and that they would love seeing all the strange, dirty and cruel ordeals she was subjected to by Kabul and his circle of SM devotees! She smiled, admitting her torture and ravishment was for no other real reason than their sleazy, cruel lust for her.

She then dropped her dress onscreen, exposing her breasts, which looked all swollen and excited. Turning round, she bent over, spreading her ass cheeks to show her hairy blonde muff, and her brown, dark starfish. Her buttocks were lewdly crisscrossed with awful red welts; really harsh ones, that encompassed her whole rear!

She then ended with "I suffered so, sooo much! Please buy this film, as it'll help to pay off our debt and please enjoy seeing my torture!" Those two words were repeated, louder, as the camera zoomed in on Mum's arsehole. She clenched it and pulsed it, in and out, until her sphincter filled the screen, pulsating to the words, "My torture, my torture, my torture!", The soundtrack, became overlaid with echo and sounds of Mum's voice in other vocalizations of agony and sexual passion. Fading out, this intro gave way to the main body of the film.

It showed her being checked in at reception in Kabul's private S&M establishment, signing away her rights and body to their whims. Kabul, who looked like Omar Sharif in his 40's, and his head dominatrix Ms.Okiwe, a sexy but strict mature African lady in a ward sister's outfit, took Mum into a medical room, and began stripping her. I saw Mum's naked body as it was in her 30's, as they got her naked and began touching her body. God ,she was even more stunning, then!

She stood naked and nervous, as their dark hands cooly examined her, commenting dispassionately on her tits as they squeezed them, rolling her swelling nipples in their lecherous fingers, stroking her blond pussy and making her gasp as they expertly probed inside, their hands now wearing latex gloves. Then squeezing her bum, not too gently either, and peeking at her asshole. Mum was obviously getting excited, despite her promises to Dad of the opposite! They also insisted on calling her "Teressa" for some reason, but somehow it seemed befitting ,as if they were mocking her with her own name somehow.

Ms. Okiwe said, "Now, Teressa, you turn and spread you bum cheeks for me. I is givin you the bottom test!"

Mum gulped but obeyed. Ms. Okiwe produced a cotton swab stick, and as Mum looked at her over her shoulder, with her own ass cheeks spread wide, the black woman poked and prodded with the cotton tip, in every crease of Mum's spread brown starfish, making Mum's bum hole twitch.

I was rock hard in my pants as I watched this film, seeing Mum's sexy, long-creased brown ring being sexually interfered with. Even now after seeing it many times, I still think her arse rivals that of any porn model for sheer beauty.

Examining the bud then, Ms. Okiwe said, "Hmmmm, not bad.", and actually sniffed the stick! Then, with Mum still spreading her own ass, Ms. Okiwe took a second swab stick, put it to Teresa's bum hole, and suddenly stabbed forward, shoving it over halfway up her bum!

"OOhhhhh! How Rude!" Mum pouted, indignantly, and blushed really red, looking really embarrassed and ashamed, but Ms. Okiwe just smirked at her protests and began to wiggle and jiggle the swab stick around, looking coldly into Teresa's eyes!

Kabul, standing nearby, laughed out loud, and said "Not so prim and proper now, are you, Saint Teressa?"

Ms. Okiwe let her free hand stroke and tickle Mum's pussy a bit, as her other fingers twisted and waggled the bud up her arse, and Mum began to tremble, and then moan gently. Suddenly, Mum orgasmed! She screwed up her eyes and gasped loudly, bending over further and I could see her brown impaled hole pulsating in time with her cunt's contractions as she came! It was very erotic, to see my Mum cumming on video as these dark foreigners did such things to her! They really humiliated her, taunting her verbally even as she came.

Ms. Okiwe laughed and wiggled it harder, going, "Wheee! You like, Teressa?? Is it Rude? You are shameful, Yes? Ha Haaaaaa!"

When Ms. Okiwe pulled it out and examined the swab's end, it was now all brown and stained! The negress frowned, chiding, "You Dirty Girl! Mucky in you Poo Chute! Dirty TARTY Teresa!" She then announced Mum would be punished for her "Insolence by coming to here with her bottom dirty!"

Their strange, pidgin English also seemed to intensify the scenes' eroticism somehow, all through the film.

Ms. Okiwe now made her bend over a low table, and they tied her wrists to the far edge. Ms. Okiwe then raised a long, rather nasty looking stick. She proceeded to give Mum a precisely applied, cold and judicial caning on her bare bottom. Six vicious strokes were cruelly given to Mum. God, you could hear the swooshing of the long rod as it cut through the air and sliced in to her bum. I was shuddering at Mum's cries of pain and protest! Between strokes, Kabul and Okiwe were talking about the taste of Mum's "Brown gold", as they took turns to lick at the soiled cotton swab! The dirty pigs! Mum's bare bum was left with six long, red welts by the end of her first caning. She was all flushed and visibly shaking, as she clasped her burning buttocks. Ms. Okiwe showed no sympathy however, and harshly lectured Mum, while tapping her naked body in various sensitive places with the stick.

Mum was then tied to the table on her back, and given a preliminary taste of having the soles of her feet beaten. Ms. Okiwe stood over her, taking Mum's feet in her latex-covered fingers one after the other, and whacked them with a folded leather belt. This was becoming the best video I'd ever seen, even despite the fact it starred my Mum. The way she groaned and begged, and the way they spoke to her as she was humiliated, was so erotic I was flabbergasted!

After a threat of more "Hurtings, if you don' get down dere an' lick my black, cheesy ol' feet!", Mum did as told. She knelt down while Ms. Okiwe sat above her, and ran her now-very-willing tongue all over the black woman's dusky, sexy but cheesy, sweaty feet! It gave big close-ups of Mum's pink tongue roving all over the dusky soles, licking her corns and bunions really lovingly, and delving deep into those hot, dark clefts between the black lady's toes. I shuddered as I watched it, and had a strong cum, seeing Mum's tongue emerging from between Ms.Okiwe's dark toes, coated with toe-jam and shoe-fluff, and the black domina's voice bitching at her as Mum ate up her toe-jam and told the negress her toe-sweat was delicious! Ms. Okiwe did various other things to Mum too, such as making her lick her black ass like a slave, and subjecting her to intimate examination of the vagina and anus. I couldn't help getting hard again, seeing the negresses fingers probing and wiggling up Mum's twat and bum hole, while the black lady chided and humiliated her.

The film then cut to sometime later in her stay there, where she was given over to Abdul and Karim, the two heavies who worked for Kabul. Apparently, they were ex secret police from Kabul's country, experienced in the arts of torture and exquisite, salacious sexual interrogations. They were very big, muscular brutes, and as they manhandled her down to the basement and stripped her, tearing off her bra and panties, they showed they had cocks to match their size, which were up hard and throbbing nastily at my Mum!

They cuffed her wrists to a pulley in the ceiling, and hauled her up, until she was dangling naked, in mid air. The atmosphere in the tawdry, squalid room was very oppressive, with a single bare light bulb adding to its' dark, disturbing feeling. The two Arabs now produced the tools of their evil trade. Abdul had a long leather single-thong whip, maybe 8 feet long; and Karim plugged in a weird-looking electrical thing. It looked like a cattle-prod, or similar, but with a box that Karim used to control the current.

Mum looked really scared, as they began questioning her. They now said to her Dad had also been dishonest with Kabul, and tried to diddle him out of the payments. I knew this wasn't true, but they clearly enjoyed accusing her of helping him. Plus, when Kabul had initially tried to seduce Mum, which he'd seen as his right, being richer and more powerful than Dad-she'd impolitely rejected him, offending his pride.

Well all I can say is that she was really made to pay for everything now!

Her body lurched and bucked, when Abdul began lashing her, cracking the whip across her arse, or curling it round her body so it bit cruelly. She gave somewhat blood-curdling screams! When Karim began to poke her with the electro-prod, they became howls and gasps of shock, pain and terror, as both men laid into her without mercy!

 

I noticed she was trying to keep her legs together, to protect her privates. However, Abdul would swing the whip right up high and bring it slashing down on her bare, vulnerable buttocks so hard that she would jerk in shock, her legs snapping apart involuntarily. As her feet kicked helplessly in the air, Karim would take his chance, being very fast to lunge the prod up between her legs onto her soft vulva; or insinuate it evilly between her bum cheeks, to seek out her asshole!

"NOOOOooooAAAAAAAGH! AaaaaaaYYYYIIEEEEEEE!", She would scream!

I had to keep a sense of proportion, and remember that she actually looked back on it all with affection now, but believe me, it's difficult to describe the feelings of horror yet strange masochistic arousal I got, from seeing my Mum sexually tortured on a porno film!

The camera was switching between shots of her jerking and convulsing in mid-air, kicking her legs out helplessly as the thugs laughed and tormented her, and close-ups of her from the waist up, showing her face, her mouth grimacing in pain and her eyes wide in fear and agony.

They had put some sort of device around the bases of her breasts, so they looked bigger, all swollen, nipples protruding obscenely. Karim's electro-prod was often shoved into her tits in these close ups, so you could see her face contort in shock and her teats get redder as they were cruelly shocked. Her back, her legs, her feet, her bum, her cunt, her titties were all repeatedly victim at various times to swart and cruel Karim's evil electro-prod! They were really cruel to her. They just wouldn't stop. They continued sadistically torturing my Mum, until she relented and confessed to all that they wished!

The next scene, apparently the next day or the day after, once she'd recovered enough, was of Mum with her ankles locked into a sitting stocks, her thighs strapped to the base and her waist to the backrest, with her arms free. Now she was subjected to that old Eastern favourite; the Bastinado!

The big thugs first tickled her sexy soles and toes with feathers, making her laugh and squeal and when they upgraded to supple leather tawses, using them to slap her bare feet harder and harder, Mum's hands couldn't help drifting down between her legs, despite her protests! They ended up using long thin bendy canes, standing naked each side of her. Their big eastern dicks throbbed at my Mum's sexy, naked, squirming form. The camera switched from the full view to close ups of Mum's sexy bare feet, being lashed nastily with the canes. Her soles flexed and froze, flexed and froze as the sticks beat her soles, and she yelled in torment.

"No! Please Stop! Ohhhh, God! HHoooooohhhh, God!", she went, with her hands clawing desperately at her boobs and rubbing hard at her crotch, while the rods whacked down on her poor exposed feet! When they paused to kneel and rub their big slimy knobs over her burning soles, then shove them into her tits lustfully, she came, and stopped her protests for moans of pleasure!

They taunted her more, asking if she had ever been taken her husband in the anus. "You know what we mean, Teressa? Up the BOTTOM?" On her reply of no, they laughed that several other good, respectable wives hadn't either, until they turned up there like Mum had! They pulled tongues at her again, when she said indignantly that they would not dare! "Oh, but we WOULD, little sexxy Teressa!" they mocked!

Next, it showed her hung inverted, suspended by her ankles now, with her wrists locked to a collar on her neck, and they attached electrodes to her tits and clitoris. Abdul sent shocks into her, as Karim used a long cane to punish her bum. Her body shook, convulsing again, with her buttocks clenching sexily in pain, and her voice ringing out.

"WHIPPP!"

"HAAAAAAGGHHHH!"

"LLAASSHH!"

"HEEEEERRRRGHH!"

Abdul even greased up a large carrot, and grinned as he stuck it down her arsehole! They continued Mum's torture, she now looking disturbingly comical as her bum cheeks clenched round the carrot's head, as she was whipped and electro-tortured! Her body convulsed, and Mum yelled helplessly, hanging there inverted with the carrot protruding obscenely from her bum!

After a time, she relented, and begged them to stop. She said she'd do anything, even let them have sex with her and fuck her married cunt, if they'd only stop the agony. They replied negatively at first.

"Sorry, Miss Prim, we can not fuck your vagina like your husband. Our master has forbidden us to take your red slitty hole, Miss Prim. It is reserved for him."

"Although", they added, "He will allow us our pleasure in everything else. So we will take your BROWN SHITTY HOLE, MISS PRIM!", they snarled!

They removed all that was attached to or in her, and carried out their threat now!

Karim came to her as she hung there upside-down, and parted her buttocks with his big thumbs, placing the head of his enormous dick onto her brown hole, which was all moist and sweaty now. The film saw in close up as he lewdly shoved his cock head into her bum hole, and Mum went "OOOOOHHH!" in astonishment. Then he thrust his shaft right down her moist sweaty ring!

Mum went "WHHHOOOOOOOOOHH!... NNUUUURRRGH!" in both fascination and disgust!

I felt weird, sick but loving it too, as I watched the scene of when Mum first got sodomized, and saw her reactions of first horror, then pleasure, as she whored herself, cuckolding my Dad!

Karim bummed her really good, clenching his big brown bum as he grappled at her hips, shoving her about and grunting like a pig as he lustily shitholed my Mum! Her voice soon became softer, gently moaning, and now she was asking him to rub her pussy, and not to stop!

The film flickered between shots of her face, gasping and groaning, then from a distance, showing the couple together; then of close-ups of his massive brown sausage-dick ploughing down her sweaty brown hole, his thumbs keeping her buttocks apart and leaving nothing private about his aggressive bumming of my Mum.

"Ooooooohh, you Big Dirty Sod! Wwuuullllmmmmmnn, Do it, DO IT!", she went!

I'm sure I could see Mum's cunt pulsating on the film. It was twitching, all wet, all juicy, and climaxing!

When he came, he pulled out and let his sperm splatter all down her bum crack, and run down her back! Mum groaned, "Urrrghhh, Ohhhh!"

The other guy, Abdul, was even more demanding. He let her down from her bonds, but put a leather harness round her shoulders, and made her go on all fours. He led her round like a bitch, with his great big pecker lodged right up her shitter!

Then he made her do squat-thrusts, so her bum bobbed up and down for him, fucking his dick as he stood spread legged above her, yanking on her leash and making her admit she loved it!

She played along willingly, answering his comments like, "You like it, Yes? Can you feel my big willy in you fudge hole, squashing in you shit?"

To that she answered, "Yeh; Yeh, Yeh, Yehhh, Yehhh!", and she sung funny phrases like, "Tit-roll, Shit-roll, Bum-Willy-Bum! This is my Willy-Bum Exercise, Poor Bobby's Mum!"

Karim reached under her with a riding crop, tickling her clitty as she was bumfucked by his buddy; and she came. Mum strongly climaxed, and her face blushed crimson in passion and shame, her sexy eyes rolling and her voice groaning in agony and ecstasy!

The big dirty Arab ex police carried on. They took turns again in bumming Mum and she was obviously now loving it, and climaxing as they nastily sodomised her, all over the room! They were chasing her around and catching her, taunting her and mocking her, then shoving their cocks up her bum again. Her poor bottom was all welted from their tortures, and they clearly enjoyed ravaging it!

The scene ended with her kneeling, their big dark willies crowding in on her, their shafts so erect they resembled big wicked Scimitars! However, there were a few smears of Mum's shit now, on their shafts! I don't know if they told her to, or if she just wanted to, but I was stunned at what she did now. She grabbed her boobs and ran her very swollen distended nipples up along their shafts, wiping off brown blobs onto her tits! Then she went, "WHOOOOOOOO!", shaking her shitty tits at the camera! Even the big thugs seemed surprised, and they grunted in lust and spunked all over her tits and face!

The final torture scene showed Mum in a dark medical room, getting electro-stimulated again, variously by Ms. Okiwe, Karim, or Kabul himself. She was first put in a chair thing, with electrodes on her tits and private parts, including one very rudely stuck right up her bum!

They were pushing up the current now, as she was getting more used to it. She ended up strapped down to an exam bed, with electrodes variously placed in her pussy or up her arse and at some points, she had big electrified devices clamped on her tits, which I found strangely erotic, too. She looked really glamorous and sexy; her body writhing about, her pussy contracting with the shocks, and her blonde head tossing about, in combined agony and ecstasy.

Her screams seemed to change after awhile, and became low, gutsy sexual groans, just like a heroine being tortured by aliens in some sex & sci-fi movie!

Finally, a bigger, more sinister looking electro-dildo thing was applied, on its own after removal of all electrodes. They shoved it into her tits, then turned her over and poked it into her back. They pressed it into the soles of her feet, and then sizzled her buttocks, venturing between to torture her asshole. Turning her back over, they put her legs spread wide, and Ms. Okiwe switched the current up higher than Mum had experienced before. She put it into Mum's cunt, before switching the current on. Mum knew this would be unbearable, and she begged Ms. Okiwe and Kabul for mercy.

"Please, no! You can't!" she went; but Kabul just smiled cruelly and knowingly, and nodded to the black woman.

"UUUUUAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" was the explosive yell bursting from Teresa, as the switch was flicked! She jerked, her shapely form rising up, straining in her bonds and quivering! Again and again, they did it, and Ms. Okiwe gloated, undoing her coat and clutching at her black beaver in delight at my Mum's ordeal!

The final scene was of Mum in bed with Kabul.

They kissed and fondled each other's naked flesh, and Kabul teased her about her ordeals. "Aaawwww, my lovely Teressa!", he hissed. "Did my men strip you and ravish you? Did they lash your sweet white bottom, and torture your privates? Even Push their Big Willies up your Poo Hole, and Everything?"

His hands stroked her still-welted buttocks as he said this!

"Ohhh, Yes, They Did!" replied Mum, feigning indignance; then continued, "But THANK YOU for letting them DO IT! It was VERY NICE!"

They laughed together, both knowing her resistance was broken, and she now wanted more than anything to be ravished by Kabul; to fuck the cuckold maker, corrupter and tormentor!

He suddenly lanced his big hard tool into her pussy, making her gasp in delight; and as the camera followed their fucking, showing regular close shots too, it was shown that Kabul had 3 large pearls surgically implanted under the skin on the underside of his shaft. Mum now tells me these are signs of honour among the eastern criminal fraternity he's in, and give a woman more pleasure.

He rolled her around the bed, and she clung to him, whimpering and cooing lovingly to him that he was her master, her Eastern prince. She was groaning loudly, and she came to intense orgasm on his huge boner while he fucked her! He encouraged her to say out loud what a wanker her hubby was, how he'd never had her like this, and she moaned and did, she really gave her loyalty as well as her body to Kabul. When he eventually came, she threw her head back, forcing her crotch as hard onto his as she could, and cried out in total sexual abandon!

Kabul was hard again very quickly, and suggested he'd like to sample her "brown delights" now. Mum simply smiled, and said that after all he'd done for her and her family, she agreed that he "Had a right" to take her arse!

So, I discovered this, what she'd done, during the time she had spent away. I'd been suspecting something like this was going on but hardly believing it, and jerking myself as I wondered about it for years, half wishing it was true but half hoping it was not! I now discovered that my Mum had, in fact, betrayed us, with Dad's worst enemy, and had very warmly welcomed the sleazy Arab gangster, RIGHT up her you-know-what!

Several times, in fact, in several positions, she had smiled very genuinely and warmly for him, as she spread her bum cheeks wide, and cooed to him affectionately as his huge invading cock had gone lunging right up her married, motherly, respectable bum hole!

She'd even laughed. Mum had actually laughed at her poor, worried hubby and son back home!

She was eyeing the camera ripely, telling the viewers how the 3 pearls on Kabul's shaft were titillating her bum as they squeezed past her bottom's entrance, up and down, again and again. She made sure the cameraman got some good close shots again, and she groaned lustily while showing the viewers her lover's big dick really driving itself up her fucking arsehole, and squashing it's knob into her sacred dark place!

Of course, she took him in her mouth afterward. She said the ultimate spiting of Dad and me had to be done, and she pulled off Kabul following his intense thrusting up her bum. She bent over and snaked her tongue over the 3 pearls on his shaft, seeking out and cleaning up all the nasty stuff attached to them, and ran it under his tip, cleaning out the dirt from there too! You could actually see a long streak of Mum's own shit, staining her tongue! She flickered it over his tip, and he came. Mum smiled as she took his copious amounts of thick ropey spunk. It went "PSSST! PSSSSTT!", all over her tongue and spurted into her mouth!

That was the end of the video. I was drained of sperm through coming repeatedly as I watched it!

If you ever read her other adventures, you'll know it was only the beginning for my sexy cuckolding Mum!

EPILOGUE: This story was written several years ago. Just recently, I heard that a DVD version of the film was seen advertised on the Web! It claimed to be the extended version, with more scenes and out takes! I wonder if anyone has seen it? I'd love to know what else happened in the other scenes!

A Maid for Mistress

LadyAriele on BDSM Stories

Ariele shopped for weeks looking for the perfect outfit. Heels of black leather boots that rose above her knees almost to her thigh, clicked rhythmically on the light oak floor under her feet, as she made cat liked strides towards Alex.
 
She swings the riding crop up in the air before she stops dead in front of his handsome face..
 
Looking down at him she says sternly. "Are you ready to serve your Mistress, in the manner to
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which she deserves? " 
 
"Yes My Goddess," he says to her respectfully.
 
"Very well then, go to the bathroom and get the manicure and pedicure supplies under the sink, where you left them last time."
 
“Yes, My Mistress, anything to please you Mistress."
 
 His voice trails as his feet step closer to the bathroom door. He opens it, and retains the  suggested supplies from under the cupboard just as he had left them a week ago. He turned on the hot water, letting it run for a few minutes; then, added a spoonful of sea breeze aromatherapy salts to the foot doctor. He gathered all the needed articles, including the new VS magazine in case Mistress Ariele wanted to look through it, and walked back out, leaving the door ajar.
     
 He set the foot doctor down in front of her, being careful not to splash the water onto the floor.  He plugged it in behind the dark blue rocker recliner.
 
"May I remove your boots please Mistress?" He sat in front of her kneeling. 
 
She replied in seductive tones "Yes, you may My Sweet Pet, and you may kiss your way up my legs as you do so." 
 
Alex bent his head towards the toe of my boot, and kissed on top of it first, then turned towards what would be her inner ankle, and began a trail up her leg on the inseam, taking his time, feeling the smooth cool of leather against his lips.
 
Finally reaching the top, he lifted the zipper and pulled downwards, listening to the sound of it peel down her leg down to her ankle, exposing silk wrapped  shapely toned legs.
 
 He licked his way back down to her ankle, and then rolled the silk stocking down her leg, flinging it behind him on the carpeted floor after pulling it off.  He cupped her feet admiring well manicured toes, brightly polished in a candy apple red with air brushed white hearts.  
     
 Alex lifted his Mistress’ foot and opened his mouth, pointing her greater toe and began sucking on it.  He slid his tongue to the next toe, lips nibbling at each toe, stopping to suck each one. 
 
Tossing the other boot into the corner after unzipping and removing it, strong hands gently grasp and massage up her legs, fingertips enjoying the curves of her leg muscles.
 
 His lips kiss up the silk stocking on the back seem, waiting for his fingers to catch up. They do, and roll the stocking down her leg, ever so slowly, enjoying the soft feel of her freshly waxed legs against the palm of his hand.
 
 Then set each foot into the warm and soothing water, the aromatherapy salts making vapor in the air.
 
"Ah."
 
You hear her moan as she lays back, you duck your hands in the water and immediately begin to massage my feet. She enjoys the feel of your thumbs and they knead circles on the arches of her foot. Working your way up her ankles and calves up behind slender knees.
 
She purrs contentedly and coos. “You are very good with your hands My Pet, this pleases me.”
 
You look up at her with a devoting gaze. "It is my desire to serve you My Mistress."
          
You massage her other lower leg and foot, and then leaves them soaking in the water, the bubbles lapping around her ankles. Ariele looks down at you, admiring your sexy smile, the depth of your eyes, the adoration in your stares back at her.
 
She spreads her legs, and expose a sweetly shaven velvety smooth pussy, moist with dew kisses. Her long fingernails spread shiny pink lips apart, showing you her pretty inner butterfly, with beautifully shaped wings, and pert little head.
 
Her index finger circles her soft nub, sultry smiles down at you. "Do you want to taste my sweet treat Pet?"
 
Your mouth opens; your tongue reaches out as your head leans up and into her center. She rest her hand on the back of your head guiding your face to your prize.
 
"Such a good pussy licker you are... you are hungry for your Mistress sex, yes My Pet?"
 
Your voice almost  pleading. "Oh, Yes Mistress. My mouth waters for your honey sweet drink."
 
Sexy stares into your eyes, deep husky tones. "Then show me, how hungry you are."
          
She spread her legs wider, inviting you to worship at her alter. Your mouth attaches itself to my pussy, flicking your tongue around my clit at the same time you suck on it, feeling it fill and engorge, getting harder in your mouth.  Leaning back farther, lifting long lithe legs and resting  knees on each one of your shoulders, grinding her sweet mound into your face.
 
"Yes,  Oh,  yes!”   She purrs out  “ Suck my itty bitty clitty."
 
Your face rises from her wetness; you look up at  her with glistening smiles. You  move the foot doctor, and turn it off. 
 
 Burying your face into her wet slit again.  Your tongue licking the outer sides of tasty lips, tickling and teasing her so artfully. Then lapping up under the hood of her clit a few times, before nibbling it and suckling on it, making the round little sweet pea hard and bursting to cum.  
    
Your middle and index fingers finds a wet inviting hole, and your tongue dances over a hardening clit, suckling the juices that are creaming from her slit. More moans of pleasure as your feel your fingers being squeezed by  vaginal walls, sucking them in deeper.
 
Pressing your head against her, a small pearl  hard and rubbing against your lips. You know by her body movements and sounds that she is  riding a wave up towards the goal of blissful climax.
 
Her body tenses, my eyes tightly closed and sighs of ecstasy soar loudly into the air as she achieves the ultimate feelings completely washing over her entire body.
 
 Feather like kisses that turn to passionate grinds.  Hips meeting each one of your thrusts, as they buck up and down, her orgasm  waning down. Your face is sticky sweet, wet with honey sweet  juices. Her face expresses what her body feels, and you have a strong sense of pride that you were able to give her, what her body craves most: Intense Heat and Passion.
          
 She sits up, crossing her long legs, looking at you,  reaching  out and wiping my cum from your beard. She looks directly into your brown eyes and says.
 
"Your task is to find a woman, open to join us, allowing us to pleasure and push her sexual envelopes."
 
 And she continues.
 
"I expect to see her dressed and in a French maids outfit serving us dinner. Capice' My Pet?"
 
Arieles left eye brow rises, studying you carefully for the expected genuine response I like to hear.
 
 "Yes My Goddess, what ever pleases you.”
 
You kneel quickly before completing your sentence.
 
"I am here to serve your every desire."
     
 You spent your afternoon searching for a girl who you knew would meet your Mistress' approval while she napped. Hours in the kitchen preparing her favorite feast. Grilled chicken breasts, brushed in teriyaki and garlic, sitting in a bed of spinach leaves with several tomato wedges, drizzled in ranch dressing; and, a tall glass of half iced tea and pink lemonade.
 
 You light the candles on the table, set the stereo on continuous shuffle of a mixture of tunes. Enya, Enigma, REM, Matchbox 20 and Train adding them all carefully into the slots designed for Cd's.  You pour the ice water into cobalt blue water glasses. You wait for the knock at the door, you know your Mistress will be waking from her afternoon cat nap soon and will need attending to.
 
Secretly you wish she asks to have Miss Kitty licked clean, then getting a woody thinking about it. Your hand lowers to cover your erection, as you continue on your preparations, knowing you are setting the stage for the evening.
     
You hear the knock, you walk quickly to open the door, wide smiles when you see that she had dressed up exactly as how you had requested.
 
 "My Mistress will want to see you soon."
 
You say almost hesitantly, wanting a piece of you for yourself before you see to the needs of your Mistress.
 
Your eyes undress her, leaving a trail of heat on her body, tickling her senses. Your hand reaches out and brushes up against her cheek affectionately.
 
 "You look utterly delicious slut, if we had more time, I'd want to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you now!"
 
You smile at her, the heat of your gaze penetrating her. Melissa smiles and replies sweetly.
 
"I am here to serve, both you and your Mistress." 
 
You flash your bright white sexy smile, leaving your dimples showing, and her cheeks display a soft pink blush, her fingers fiddling with the feather duster.  Tawny eyes look up at you, as your hand guides her upper back, across her shoulder blades and into the living room dining area. You show her to a place to sit until further notice. She sits quietly, crossing her legs, hands setting in her lap, fingers loosely woven together. 
          
You hear your Mistress' call, and you hurry to her side. Pulling down the covers as she sits up, knowing every one of her needs before she has to ask. Assists her to a standing position, and very submissively asks.
 
"How can I be of service to you My Goddess?"
 
Crooking her neck to the left, then to the right, she hears a snap and a crunch as her neck moves back into place.  She lifts her foot up.
 
 "Please, put my boots on for me."
 
 You do so quickly and efficiently.
 
She stands and looks at her reflection in the mirror, long lithe legs, sexy leather boots, and voluptuous breasts, rounded over a tight corset.  She wiggles her hips and tugs at the edge of the black knit skirt trying to give it another half inch of length.
 
 Ariele stands tall and smiles, knowing she is alluring, and carries the erotic scent of intoxicating passionate sex, for magical sexual encounters. Red lipstick applied, then a sheer gloss over, to rub her lips together making the perfect blend of a fuchsia red. Fuck me lips to match fuck me eyes. She walks into sprits of the rich exotic scent Mambo and walks out the door. Leaving you staring at her heart shaped ass sashaying seductively, with the smell of lust in the air. 
             
 Melissa, the slave girl smiled wantonly at Mistress upon meeting her. Deep curtsies, showing off her brazen bosoms. She raised the riding crop up to tickle over her curves, down her waist, and then a swerving line back to her cleavage.
 
 Ariele spoke confidently. "It would serve you well to listen to me Lil One," she paused, “for I am a woman with very distinctive tastes."
 
 She licked her lips and made a biting motion, then almost a growling sound turning into a purr as she stepped closer to her. She cupped her left breast, and pinched her nipple with thumb and forefinger, bedroom smoky eyes smoldering into tawny browns orbs.
 
Angelic tones. "Yes Mistress, what ever is your bidding, I am here to please and serve.”
 
She reaches down and grabs a handful of your pussy, startling you and igniting fires within her. Sultry whispers in her ears, almost like a tapping noise made with your voice.
 
 "You will please me when you do as I say."  
 
"Yes Mistress Ariele." Slow smiles watching her.             
You lead Melissa to the dining table, pulling the seat out for your Mistress first, then for the slave girl. You pour the wine into a crystal glass, swirling it in front of her nose, awaiting her nods to fill the glass half full. She takes a drink, savoring the taste as it rolls gently over her tongue before swallowing.
 
In a very commanding tone she spoke.
 
"I wish to have her tied to this table My Pet, do so now."
 
You begin to clear the table, removing the candles first. Then the plates, glasses leaving it bare except for a white crisp linen table cloth. You guide her onto her back, and walk to the hutch, getting out the lavender silk rope.
 
You loop around her wrist, and then bind it to the leg of the table. Letting her arm outstretch to her left, then the same to her right arm, extending it, and securing her wrists to the leg of the table. Completing each ankle as well.
             
She lays spread eagle on her back, dressed in a French maid outfit. The first thing she instructs you to do is to take the sharp knife and cut her clothes off of her body. You do so obediently, being very careful with her bra and thong, just unhooking her bra, laying it across her right arm, and pulled her thong down to her knees. You untied the apron strings and slipped it under her body and onto the couch a few feet away.
 
 "Such a pretty little slut slave, isn't she My Pet?"  Ariele coaxes your caresses over her body.
 
"Prepare her for me."
“As you wish My Mistress." You reply submissively.
 
You lower your head over her perky breasts; small nipples harden as you flick your tongue across them and then blow softly. Then nibble and suckle, moving from one breast to the other, your hand trailing down the center of her body, over her belly ring, causing a rippling effect over her taught toned stomach.
        
Stopping at her panty line, your fingertips drag down her mound, to her moist slit. You tickle the inner folds of her pussy, looking for that little button, finding it, and artfully encircling it with your thumb, you place your index and middle fingers into her wet love box, juices squishing as they push freely in, gentle squeezes of her pussy walls lets you know that it feels good. You feel your Mistress' hand on your back, then the sound of her voice.
 
"That’s very good My Pet, I want you to make her scream out in passion. Suck her clitty like a good pussy eater."
 
Her hand rests on the back of your head as she presses you into her girlish mound. You latch on to her clit, and suck it until it feels swollen between your lips. You feel something cool and gel like rub against your cheek; you realize it is a dildo strapped on to your Mistress. Her soothing words, coos to your ears.
 
"That’s a good Pet, My Sweet; you are going to make her cum so hard while I fuck her like a nasty lil slut!”
    
The dildo slides into her hot wet box easily, squirting juices into your mouth. You lap them up thirstily, watching her begin to probe her tight wet cavern with the blue gel strap on cock, the you close your eyes and go back to your task at hand. Her attention hungry little clitty. Your cock is rock hard now, and you hear your Mistress husky whispers in your ear.
 
 "I want you to stroke yourself off onto her cunt after you have made her cum. Do you understand My Sweet Pet?"
 
“Yes Mistress." Almost choking the words out, your excitement phase increasing.
 
She begins to pound her sweet cunt, faster and harder, your tongue is busy as a bee fluttering back and forth across her clit and then suckling it, you can feel her getting close; ready to explode into your mouth.
 
 Feeling yourself throbbing against your fingers as you grasp your thick hard cock, you suck up her cum, lick her clean and then and stand up, jacking off over your Mistress fucking her sweet love box. 
     
 Ariele grabs her sweet firm ass cheeks as she continues to pound her gel-cock in and out of her. The slave girls wails and screams in euphoria, having climaxed both clitoral and internally. You’re hot cum shoots up her torso, splashing over her breasts, last shot leaving a pool inches from her pussy.
 
"Now, I want you to clean her up for me, you know how I hate a dirty little slut.”
 
Your Mistress then walks behind you, smacking your ass with her black leather gloved hand on her way into the living room. Removing the dildo on the way, setting it in the bathroom sink to be washed by you later.
 
You lick up the pool of cum above her bikini line and follow that up the middle of her belly, slurping up your sticky love juices, stopping to suck on each one of her nipples, making sure to lick up all the scattered droplets on each areola and nipple. Then a final flat line straight down, blowing bubbles on her flat tummy. She giggles. As you untie her wrists first.
 
She sits up, rubbing them, no redness is seen, and she has a happy smile on her face. You untie her ankles and assist her off of the kitchen table.
 
Smiles down at her. "You served my Mistress well young slave."
 
She beams with pride. You retrieve her clothing for her, offering her a terry cloth robe to wear over her skimpy attire. She takes the robe, puts it on, and gathers her clothing, placing them in a back pack. You walk her to the door, thanking her again for her servitude.
 
 You watch her step into the taxi cab, her destination unknown to you. You close the door turn off the lights and walk into the bedroom to tuck in your Mistress.
     
 You hear her sultry tones. “I’ve been waiting for you My Pet."
 
You close the door behind you.
 
“I am here Mistress"  then "How may I please you Mistress?"
 
She pats the side of the bed, speaking to you in the most loving tones.
 
 "Come here and lay with me, hold me till we both fall asleep.”
 
 
 

 

Sara A Slave's Tale, Part 1

Thomas R Can on BDSM Stories


Sara, a Slaves Tale

Based on a true story by. Thomas Can

Comments or suggestions, thomascan06@yahoo.com

The late afternoon sun indicated the passage of time from the beginning of this session, which had started sometime after a late lunch and one part of Sara wondered how long she could last under her Master’s torments while another part of her prayed it would never end. She was being forced to surrender, to yield her desires and her sexual response to her Master and the feelings and emotions that ruled her being at the moment were more powerfully erotic than any fantasy.

Now she stood in her apartment clad in only garters, stockings and high-heels, while her breasts were framed by the shelf bra her Master ha

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d presented her with only that morning, it shaped and lifted her breasts while covering little and it seemed to her when she’d tried it on, that the bra simply enhanced and presented her bare breasts to her Master and now he was using them like a God used a sacrifice.

There had been several unusual items in her Master’s suitcase when he came to visit, that had fascinated her, but he had told her she would see what they were used for soon enough and now she was engaged in the discovery process.

She was standing, loosely secured to a table by ankle ropes that allowed her to shift her feet, but not to move very far away from the table, her arms tied snugly behind her and a leather gag limited her sounds to animal-like cries of pain or pleasure. The source of such sounds, were her extraordinarily responsive nipples. She had discovered early on as a teen their sexual potential, but only recently has she learned their overwhelming arousal potential when they were in pain The dark pink tips were even now, swollen and stiff, and bent towards the side due to the thin while cords that pinched the base of each nipple tightly and then joined into a single strand trailing away from her toward the doorway where they ran over a pulley the then hung down weighted by a large steel hook on which hung 5 one pound weights.

She had been placed in this position to please her Master by causing her own climaxes and every 5 minutes that went by without her “climaxing sufficiently” – whatever that was supposed to mean, allowed him to increase the weight that had already forced her nipple to be stretched far beyond their normal confines and pain this caused was creating a cascade of wetness in between her legs. Secured to the tabletop was a large vibrator of the sort people bought to massage sore muscles. The large head was sufficient to cover the whole of her sex, but the table was markedly lower than her center of pleasure and when she stood straight the pleasuring head of the tool was some inches below directly under her sex but at a level just above her knees. To gain stimulation she had to squat down, but this required her to pull the weights upward suspended just from her tormented nipples. For some reason the idea of pulling on those sensitive tips herself was harder than the pain her Master inflicted and she inwardly flinched away from the idea. Twice she’d forced herself to move downward until her soaked sex had come in contact with the vibrator and both times she had cum fast almost instantly, but her clit was so sensitive after cuming no matter how much she wanted to she couldn’t endure continued contact and when she backed off the second time she knew, at least she sensed she had displeased him.

“You must learn to embrace discomfort!” he commanded.

Sara hung her head in shame. “Yes Master.”

“You’re just a worthless little cunt that needs to be punished and trained so you can do better; aren’t you?”

“Yes Master. I need to be punished for being such a worthless whore.”

“That is correct and I shall torment you for your failure until contact with that vibrating head is the least of your concerns.”

He pulled out a pair of adjustable steel nipple clamps with alligator jaws and black rubber covers over the serrated teeth. Placing them where she could see them he went behind her and soon she felt him pulling her buttocks apart and finding her anus. Shortly a smooth, lubricated item began penetrating her anally.

Never having experienced a butt-plug before Sara wasn’t quite such what it was or what to expect. The part that had entered her opening was small at first, but increased in girth rapidly until she was panting trying to accept the large penetration in her ass which her Master slid in and out going slightly deeper with each inward thrust her anus forced to dilate wider and wider until she thought she could endure no more without tearing when suddenly she accommodated the widest part and it slid forward, moving deeply inside her and her newly widened opening contracted happily about the large object’s thin neck, now carefully and solidly lodged in her sphincter. “Oh God!” she thought realizing for the first time that she was now covered in perspiration.

Master Thomas wasn’t done. A number of clothespins appear out of a cloth bag and one by one the Master encircles the areola with them each a tiny pinching pain from her breasts, each pain doing it part to further flood her already overflowing sex. She was so hot already, so ready to cum, she thought she’d go mad with passion and still he continued to build her further and further into arousal and pain; each going hand and hand with the other taking her further and further into the realm of submission.

Sara was gasping now with exertion and pain. Then he reached for the alligator clamps placing each at the very tip of her nipples. The pain was so sharp as the toothed clamps bit into her sensitive flesh that she literally danced about in her bounds crying out, muffled as she was by the gag. She had to do something and she quickly moved down to the vibrator a deep sigh of relief as the contact with her sex immediately took her mind off the pain and she built rapidly toward orgasm as she ground her responsive clitoris and labia against the large, rubbery surface of the huge vibrator. Somehow her sensation focused upon her tormented nipples as the sensation built rapidly toward her release when suddenly she went over the edge into orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her body and she sagged her groin pressing hard against the vibrator as the rode the receding waves of her climax when her body, shocked her by beginning to cum again, and then again, until she lost count her eyes shut a nearly continual moaning cry issuing from behind her gag as eh body literally shook as if physically shaken by the pleasure-filled contractions that now controlled her whole being. How long she endure repeated orgasms she didn’t really know.

She lost count of the pleasures after about her fifth climax but they continue for a very long time and she really didn’t notice them end until her Master was removing her gag and only then realized that everything on her nipples was gone and her pussy was extraordinarily wet and squishy. Her Master turned her toward the table retying her feet and she realized how very tired she was, but he was not done with her quite yet. She hoped she could endure.

The table had be altered she realized. The top was well padded with blackets except for one spot about halfway to the other end that held a shallow cookie sheet filled with crushed ice. Oh God, she thought, Master turns me on so much with ice I don’t know if I can take it. My body is already ravaged.

As she watched he reached between her legs and re-adjusted the vibrator using duct tape to secure it to the table top and angled upward then he went to his bag and got out his electric toothbrush and the toothpaste. Carefully wetting the brush he took a dab of paste and began systematically brushing her tormented nipples, areolas, and about an inch of the surrounding breast.

At first it was kinky and arousing to feel the fast moving brush on her nipples, but then the pain set in, the cool burning pain that re-ignited her pussy and sent a new flood of wetness from her eager vagina. First one and then the other nipple her brushed over a period of five minutes then her Master’s fingers began massaging the sensitive nipples that were already on fire, pulling them pinching them, driving the pain even deeper to her responsive nerves.

Sara was making animal noises of arousal now and the Master came to her with a hot washcloth and washed away the toothpaste but she knew from past experience the pain would continue for some minutes still. He then laid her face down on the table and tied her hands to the far legs. The ice was placed just right so both her breasts lie in the sea of crushed and freezing chips. She gasped the feeling so good and such a turn-on as the chips as first soothed the tormented tips and then as the cold penetrated, the nipples hardened, huge and stiff, while a deep painful ache set in. He was behind her now, removing the butt plug. It had been in for so long that it stretched once more to remove it hurting slightly, but nothing like the deep hurt from her breasts, the place that she loved to be hurt.

Now he was doing something between her legs, but not to her – to the vibrator she thought, then she felt it. He had placed some type of textured cover on the vibrator and large pad a tiny raised rubber nubs and now as her weight pressed her into the massager she felt scores of tiny ¼ inch nubs rubbing her most responsive areas like tiny fingers. At last felt the Master’ own hard organ, well oiled, he had positioned himself behind her and she felt the soft thick tip open her anus nearly as thick as the large butt-plug, his hot cock entered her anus working deeper and deeper while the new sensation on her clit sent her once more into orbit her mouth voicing her pleasure as if of its own accord in time with each thrust into her ass.

One thing about her Master he always lasted a long time and this was not exception as her worked in and out moaning with the pleasure her body was causing him especially when she climaxed and contracted about his manhood. At last after more than 20 minutes and God knows how many of her climaxes he pulled out and brought his organ from her anus to her lips and she gladly opening and accepted the hot steams to sperm, gulping to keep up and sucking him clean of ever once of his emission

He withdrew, slowly untied her, and carried her to her bed. She felt a warm towel drying her everywhere and then the delightful sensation of being naked and accepted in her Master’s arms, knowing she had pleased and pleasured him. Now she felt all loved and warm, as she lay down to sleep, content as his cock, amazingly already hard once again entered her pussy. She sighed drifting off as he used her, exhausted but content, fulfilling her sexual destiny as his slave. She had never been so violated, so hurt, so pleasured, and so completely used sexually, and she couldn’t wait for it to happen again.

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I was fucked on a ost!

silvermare on BDSM Stories

My master had always been odd. HE would pick me up, and we would go to a different warehouse, home or shed. Inside, I would undulge in pleasures and pain, then the next morning, he would drive me home. This time was different. I always rode like a civilized person next to him. I was usually fucking myslef with a dildo, but nonetheless, I was up front. This time, he walked in and threw me to the ground. I completely trust him, and I have no fear. Without warning, a medium sized butt plug is up my ass. A moment later, some duck tape is there to hold it on. Next, a medium sized  dildo was shoved into my pussy. After that, two cruel clamps were pinned on my nipples. A chain attached them to my clit ring, and another went down my back, forcing me to keep my back straight, even though th

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e chain in front was to short. I felt immediate, firey pain in my nipples and clit. My ankles are bound to my wrists, and I am thrown into the trunk of his car. an hour later, with my back, nipples and clit screaming in pain, we stop, and I am carried roughly into a warehouse. I know not to speak, even though he didnt gag me.

I am thrown onto a thin mat, and my master sits down in a chair. a minute later, a lady walks in. She walks up to me and says,"What have we here? It looks like a slut who needs some putting in line!" She unties my ankles and wrists, then takes off all my toys except the nipples clamps. To these, she attaches little weights, though they bring the same firey pain. I lie there, I know not to move a muscle, A new buttplug is inserted, this one much more painfully large, and taped on. She then puts on a cock gag, with a large dildo sticking erectly into the air. My ankles are tied to the ground, my wrists are hung in suspensions, and she proceeds to fuck herself to an orgasm on my cock. I just sit there, waiting. After fucking herself, she removes the gag, and a large post is brought out. It is about three feet tall, and about the width of my wrist. She attaches a collar to me, then leads me over to the post. I stand over it, and she says, "Now fuck yourself, you worthless cunt." I squat, but the post is huge, and I have a plug in my ass. She walks over to me, and shoves me down onto it, six inches of rockhard wood entering me, stretching me painfully wide. I sit there, tears streaming out my eyes.

A moment later, a hot, stinging pain goes on my butt. She flogs me again, going until I have had 20 strokes. "Next time, you obey me, you worthless pussy sucker." My master grins widely. "Now fuck yourself. I want a foot of that in you!" My master and I had tested to see where my cervix was, and I had an unusually large vagina, it was an 18 inche distance. The post pushed into me, slowly and painfully, stuffing me, pushing the plug against it tape. Finally, I had 12 inches of it stuffed in me. The pain was incredible. Next, she ripped the buttplug off, and my master came out and unleashed his 10 inch cock from his pants. He lied down and fucked my ass while I sobbed. Heat raged through me, and I orgasmed, next, I felt his hot sperm flow into me. He then fucked my mouth, and spurted in there. I swallowed the gooey stuff. and waited. A chain was attached to my cunt, and hooked into a ring on the floor, so I had to stay on the post. A hook was then put in my ass, and suspended on a rope. I now had a hook pulling me up, and my clit pulling me down, with immense pain burning in my clit and pussy from being so stuffed. "We're going to dinner and a movie, see you!" I heard master yell.

Four hours later, he returns. In the time he was gone, I felt a sensation unlike any other. The heat pushed me into orgasm, from no touch at all. I Was lifted off the post, my pussy gaping. He put clamps on my pussy lips, then weights from those clamps. He clamped my breasts, and my clit recieved some harsh japanese clover clamping. A new plug was taped in my ass, and I was thrown into the trunk of my masters car. A vibrator was pushed into my pussy, and pushed onto high. Then, I was taken home. I was tied onto my bed, and left there for the night. My master returned in the morning, and lounged around my house after giving me breakfast. I was varied in positions and toys throughout the next fey dyas, and on the third day, I was gangbanged by him and eight of his friends. They each went twice, I still had all my toys in.

 

 

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Sissyslavenancy 1

butchcd on BDSM Stories

Sissyslavenancy
By
Butchcd

I am a totally straight looking guy, not so tall - 173 cms, - with a somewhat stocky build, but lean and lightly muscled from my years of swimming. I guess you could say I have something of a rugby player's build. I am not so young - 47 - but I keep myself in good shape and although gay there is nothing effeminate about me. I state all this to show that I am in no way what could be considered a suitable candidate for being feminised.

And I must say nor did I ever fantasise about this. I was always happy in my male body. If anything I resisted the slightest suggestion of femininity in my mind set. At university I had refused to go to a vicars and tarts party beca
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use no way was I going to put on women's clothes, even for a laugh. I knew with my body shape that I would look ridiculous and totally unconvincing. I was mocked for this - the idea was after all about making us look ridiculous but I stubbornly refused, denouncing it as 'stupid'. Some of my friends actually looked pretty good as women - but they tended to be slim in build.

Now I must confess that, for all my outwardly straight appearance, I harboured some pretty strange fantasies - of being dominated, forced to serve a man and be his slave. And this is something I explored increasingly throughout my 20s. But in truth I was a pretty bad slave - I was manipulative and controlling, albeit doing it from the bottom. I found myriad excuses and devices and strategies and plans to get my own way so that the poor, so-called Master became my enabler, my facilitator. He ended up dancing to my tune.

Occasionally I would find a man who would make use of the fact that I was bound and gagged to push me further than I wanted to go. I would always bad mouth him afterwards and accuse him of having forced me into non-consensual acts - and then I would walk out and 'blacklist' him as someone who had overstepped the mark. So I became more and more of a pushy, controlling bottom.

But as I got older it became more and more difficult to find play partners - older guys tend to shift to being dominant, more out of necessity than actual desire - but it does mean that they can get their hands on willing young, attractive slave boys. Those Masters who did not mind older slaves tended to get annoyed with my tightly controlled limits so that, one way and another, I was seeing much less action than in the past.

I toyed with the idea of becoming a Top myself - but it was simply not in my nature and I had enjoyed so many years of getting my own way as 'slave' that I was unwilling to give it up. Of course I used the internet for wank relief, lying like mad and depicting myself as years younger than I actually was. And of course in the safety of cyberland I could become a slave to the extent that I had never been able to achieve in life. Whips don't hurt on the internet! Nor do brandings, piercings, nipple torture and all the other painful activities that were so much part of my fantasy life but so glaringly empty from my life experience.

Then I met Gabriel online. Well he was different from the outset. He had no time for all the trappings of cyber sex - exaggerated respect for the Master, pitching into sex talk at the drop of a hat, or indeed anything that might titillate and excite. Instead he gently probed me as to my experience and I found myself dropping my usual bragging of unexperienced experiences and, little by little, becoming more truthful. I was discovering one of the dangers of the internet - that it can lead to a feeling of intimacy, encouraged by the fact that one is at home, typing information to a stranger that one has not met and that one, usually, never will meet. Nor was this a one-way 'truth' session as he was open to any questions I might have for him. He controlled the conversation, however, and chose when it ended, leaving me with a strange feeling of exhilaration and frustration.

In my mind I began to formulate the idea that this was the man who might really break through all my resistance and lead me to a kind of promised land where my fantasies might be realised more fully than they had been in the past - and yet without damaging me, physically or psychologically. I could barely wait for him to be online so that we could continue the chat. I wanted to know more about him because I sensed that here was someone intelligent, sophisticated, someone possibly worthy of the respect that I had always acted for men I privately considered idiots.

And so it continued - he would come online most days, around seven in the evening, and we would chat for thirty minutes or so. I found myself becoming increasingly open with him and began to detail my fears, my hopes, my expectations. Then, finally, after some weeks of this, he asked me if I would be willing to meet him - in a public place, one to one, without fetish gear involved, just two guys getting together for a drink or a coffee.

Well, this had never happened to me before! If I did ever get to the stage of arranging a meeting it was always done within the confines of a strictly detailed scenario, involving the clothes I was to wear, the time of arrival; there would be the open door, I would enter, stand in the hall and strip and put on whatever I had been detailed to wear or what he had provided. In this way my first sight of the 'Master' had always been 'in role' - for both of us.

On those occasions my heart would be beating wildly and my mind already racing with plans to manipulate and find a way out of any situation I found too dangerous. When I thought about it I realised that I had never ever fully trusted someone and that without that, all my efforts at finding my slave nature were doomed. Now here I had an opportunity for a considered assessment.

Of course we had exchanged photographs so I knew what he probably looked like - probably because there had been occasions when the photographs were those of the 'Master' taken some years ago. I had been guilty of that myself. Misrepresentation - often really just wishful thinking, that one still looked like the best photos of five years ago - is another common malpractice in internet connections! But during the period of our chats I had become increasingly honest, slowly bringing my pictures up to date. Somehow I trusted that he had done the same.

And he had. The man sitting opposite me in the quiet corner of an ordinary bar was indeed the man I had seen in the photographs. Tall, in his fifties and in reasonable shape, hair slightly thinning, going grey, there was no doubt that this was the man I had seen in the photos. But what really impressed me was his manner - calm where I was nervous, and with the quiet confidence of someone who was used to being in control. The most notable feature was his eyes, which were blue and penetrating. Immediately I knew that this man was dominant in a very natural way - there was nothing theatrical about the way he assumed control - of ordering drinks, of taking charge of the conversation.

I talked too much - I guess as a way of masking my nervousness though I suppose if anything it drew attention to that. He let me prattle on until I ran out of steam; then looking me in the eye he said, 'You are afraid of giving up control - you want to hang on to it as a protection. And I think you are afraid of that because you are afraid of what you will find deep down within yourself.'

Somehow I felt that this man could read me - that he would know when I was being manipulative, when I wanted things to go my way and only to the extent I allowed. After that, I opened up more, talking of my fear of pain, of releasing the wilder fantasies that were the usual accompaniment for my masturbation sessions. And the upshot of this was that I agreed to go to him - for a weekend and not just a few hours - and soon.

Yes, I was still nervous and afraid, more so than with other Masters because I felt that this one could not be fooled, that all my ploys would prove useless with him. This made me vacillate in my decision to meet him. One day I couldn't wait for the appointed day to come, another I would spend time thinking of excuses to postpone. But deep down I knew that I had been given a real opportunity to find out just where fantasy ended for me and reality began.

So I presented myself at his house as directed, on time to the second (though he had not insisted on this) and dressed in my usual casual clothes of jeans, t-shirt, trainers. I carried a small bag with basic toiletries - and that was all.

He opened the door, also casually dressed and I went in. The next hour was spent putting me at my ease, getting me to relax. I knew he liked fetish gear - I had seen the pictures of him in leather and rubber and, if anything, I was disappointed that he was not wearing something along this line. But I remembered that he had told me that the gear for him was an outer show of inner intentions; that he liked to dominate and control with or without fetish gear. I felt a little cheated all the same, that there were not these outer signs to help prepare me for what lay ahead.

Then the time came to start.

I removed my clothes, folded them neatly and put them to one side.  Always looking deeply into my eyes, he fastened a leather collar around my neck, attached a chain to it and led me out of the living room, down the corridor and into a room that was bare of furniture but which had various restraints and manacles attached to the walls and a number of pulleys and metal bars hanging from the ceiling.

He led me to the centre of the room, lowered a pulley and attached my wrists to restraints hanging from a metal bar. Then he pulled it back up again so that my arms were extended above my head; not uncomfortably so - I was still standing flat on the ground. Then he 'inspected' me, running his hands over my body, feeling the muscles. My cock was standing to attention but this he ignored while he felt the rest of me. Moving behind me, he continued his inspection, then placed a hand over my mouth and gently pulled my head back on to his shoulder. Ordinarily I would have resisted at this point but I found myself folding back into him in a wholly trusting way.

'Good.' He said and then left the room.

Heart pumping, I waited for him to return. Minutes passed, and my arms began to ache a little. My mind kicked in with all sorts of sudden fears - was this the point at which his hitherto gentle manner would drop and I would find myself at the mercy of a psychopath? I squirmed a little but noticed also that my cock was still hard. But then I remembered the security measures he had forced me to take before coming to him - phoning him on his fixed line at a time of my choice to verify the number, his name, address, and his photograph sealed in an envelope on my desk (he had asked me to give it to a friend with the instructions to open it and contact the police if I had returned home and phoned by midnight on Sunday but even I felt that this was going too far and I had not wanted to take any of my friends into this confidence).

These memories had the effect of calming me somewhat and then he entered the room, now dressed in a leather uniform - shirt, breeches, tall boots, Sam Browne belt - and appearing very much the masculine figure of so many of my fantasies. He also carried a bag, which he placed on the floor beside him. Unzipping it, he extracted a bit gag.

'Open your mouth,' he said, quietly. I did so and he placed it in my mouth and fastened it behind my head. Then a padded leather blindfold was placed around my eyes, comfortable but excluding all light. I tried to protest a little, swaying back and forth in my restraints but his hand came up to steady me - 'Easy, easy,' he muttered. I felt his breath close to me, steady and regular, and I calmed again.

Now his mouth was at my ear and I heard him almost whisper into it, 'Your real problem is your ego and until I strip you of that you will never be a slave. Isn't that true?' I thought about it for a few seconds, then slowly nodded.

'I am going to strip you of that, little by little, but you must relax. Anything I do to you for the present will hurt you in no way. I am not going to beat you or whip you. But I am going to change you, to transform you. It is what you need, more than anything else. OK?' Again I nodded. I felt reassured, safe. Pain had always been a turn-off for me. I relaxed.

Now that I could not see my hearing leapt to my defence. Suddenly it was sharper - my mind was still active, trying to imagine what lay ahead of me. I thought of chains being locked on to me, of wearing leather or rubber, and again my cock rose higher.

My other senses were heightened too. I seemed to feel his hands on me in a way I had not felt touch before. I sniffed the air to see if I could anticipate what material I might feel against my body - but I recognised nothing. He had moved behind me and I felt something soft encircling my waist and upper body. I racked my brain as to what this could possibly be - and then I felt a tightening. I could hear the sound of something being pulled tighter and tighter around me. I felt straps dangling from the bottom. And then it hit me - it was a corset. He was putting me in a woman's corset. It was then I rebelled, waving back and forth on my restraints, even kicking out, struggling, resisting, trying to shout out behind my gag. What I was saying was, 'Stop this, you bastard! This is not one of my fantasies. We never spoke about anything like this. We never discussed this. This is a complete turn-off for me,' and more along those lines. But I need not have bothered. He could not hear a word I said, nor did he stop in the slightest. He just went on pulling and pulling the damned thing tighter.  Next I felt my arms being pulled higher in the air so that now I was on the tips of my toes. The tightening resumed and I had to stop my inarticulate shouting as I began to gasp for breath. My waist was being pulled in, in and I knew it was smaller, much smaller though I could not see it. Finally he tied it off and I sensed him move away from me.

I felt my face redden, not only from the tightness of the corset, but also from the humiliation I felt. I was embarrassed. I was glad I could not see myself. But I did calm down. There was nothing I could do. I tried to rationalise this - maybe it was not what I thought after all but some kind of bondage device - it felt like that - and at the thought of that my cock rose again. I heard him chuckle - but I was soon to be disabused of this notion.

Next I felt him in front of me, pushing something on to my feet. Again not leather or rubber, something softer than that - silk! A stocking! A woman's stocking.  I felt it being pulled up my leg and then fastened to the straps that dangled down. The same thing was repeated on the other leg. Yet there was something so sensual about the feel of this on my legs. Again my cock hardened further. My mind was in a whirl. I was definitely being feminised and yet it was turning me on.

Back at my feet again he raised one foot and squeezed it into a shoe. As I came to rest again I knew that it was a shoe with an impossibly high heel. I was no longer on tiptoe but resting on a high, spiked heel. The same happened to the other foot and then I felt my arms begin to drop until they were at my side. The relief from the strain was wonderful but again rebellion reared its head as I tried to shake the shoes of and my hands felt for the laces on the corset; but they had been tied behind me and I could not get at them. Still I flailed about, trying to shed the shoes - but a strap had been buckled round my ankle and I could not shake them off.

I started crying - I felt so humiliated and helpless - but my cock was still hard. And then I felt him removing the blindfold and I could see that I was tightly bound into a black, satin corset, that my waist had been reduced by at least three inches, that my legs were encased in black silk stocking and my feet felt crippled in the patent leather, black spiked heel shoes. I tottered a little on these heels but managed to remain upright.

And then he was in front of me holding a full-length mirror so that I could really see the changes he had effected. This was so recognisably ME, Peter Davison, but changed so much too. My physical form was transformed - my waist looked impossibly narrow and the corset had the effect of pushing my pectorals upwards so that they began to look like burgeoning breasts. But my head and face were unchanged, my hair was in the same masculine cut. More than anything else I felt bewildered. What strange kink was this of his? I was angry and glared at him. I felt he had cheated me.

He looked at me, a slight smile playing on his lips.

'Have you ever, in your deepest fantasies, ever seen yourself as a French Maid?' he asked. I shook my head vehemently, again trying to shout behind the gag.

He laughed. At that moment I felt I hated him.

And he had by no means finished 'transforming' me.

To be continued.






The Exhibit,Ch3,Just the Facts

jessicablank on BDSM Stories


The Exhibit, Part 3, Just the Facts
-- by jessicablank

Synopsis: At the inn in Her Realm, MzDominica demonstrated Her glass-covered sensory deprivation chamber, showing how the use of Her Voice as a subliminal soundtrack could be used to program slaves' minds to obey her, so very deeply. Mistress Black, who owns a chain of spas, made a deal with Dominica, to use the "relaxation chambers" to expand her business, getting chambers at a discount, in exchange for using them to recruit more slaves for Dominica. The problem is, fewer and fewer new slaves have been reporting to Dominica's mountain community -- and Mistress wants to know why!

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Part 3:Â Just the Facts

Sean's cell phone rang. He answered and heard the brief message.
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"This is 27. You must obey Dominica. Execute protocol 77."

He replied, "I must obey Dominica. It will be done." Then he disconnected, and one by one, he selected two speed dial numbers. For each one, he waited for an answer, then relayed the message. "This is 27. You must obey Dominica. Execute protocol 77." From the other end came the reply, "I must obey Dominica. It will be done."
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Thus, one slave called two. And two slaves called four. And soon, over 500 slaves were notified. Notified that an investigation needed to be made. Facts needed to be found.

Sean made another phone call, to the "Rest and Re-Creation" spa he had visited before, and he made an appointment for the next day. For a haircut, and for an hour in the "decompression chamber." As a service manager, his schedule was flexible -- unlike many others. Not all of them would be making appointments for the next day, or even two. But within the week, all 483 of the franchises across the country would be visited, by one of MzDominica's slaves. By a slave who had been captured by her Voice, and the slow dripping of Her pee into his mouth.

The name "Sean" hardly meant anything to him now. He was simply one of Dominica's slaves, continually obsessed with serving Her... with returning to Her farming community, up in the mountains -- Her Realm. Aching for that state of complete mindlessness that took away all responsibility, all care, all thought. The slave found his cock getting hard again, as he recalled guiding a plow across a field, feeling with every step the soft skin of Mistress thighs, seeing Her eyes glowing, staring into his. He smiled, knowing he would soon have time for a short vacation, and could drive up there to serve Her again.

But for now, he was Sean -- and he had already forgotten about the phone message. At least, his conscious mind was unaware of it. He knew simply that his hair was getting a little shaggy, and some time in "the tank" would be a nice, relaxing break from his daily routine.

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The waterfall was huge. Like a panorama of Niagara Falls, that Sean had seen in photographs -- except all the "water" was yellow. Second by second, millions of gallons of MzDominica's pee rushed down between the river banks, flowed over the lip of an unseen cliff, and cascaded through the air a thousand feet to the river below. Sean inhaled the scent, a smell at once pungent and aromatic -- as though Mistress' pee had been mixed with a perfume, sweet and flowery. Like lilacs. So strange. He breathed slowly and deeply, unable to get enough of the sharp, florid scent. And his mouth felt so wet. Saliva threatened to dribble down his chin, if he allowed his excitement to make him lose control and open his mouth -- open it to pant, gasping for air, because he was so aroused. Needing to breathe, inhale the scent of Mistress' pee and open his mouth to swallow. To kneel at the base of the waterfall, lean his head back, and feel Mistress' urine force itself between his open lips, down his throat, into his belly. Filling him. So warm. Sticky like syrup. Slick, like water. Yellow and acrid and flowery. Sean began to shake. To shiver. Craving to open his mouth. Craving to open it wide -- and drink, drink, drink, feeling Mistress' pee flow into him, gallon after gallon, while he knelt in a river of Her pee, washed in Her yellow fluids, wet and mindless, and shaking with ecstasy.
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"Hold still a moment," Soleil said, snipping around Sean's ears, trying to get that perfect, rounded cut, shaping his hair as she did, so carefully.

Sean opened his eyes, but still felt like he was wet, drifting... streams of yellow fluid washing past his arms, his chest, his legs. He looked up at the hair dresser, shaking a little because a woman had given him a command. Only one woman really mattered in his life, but Sean's conditioning had made him so obedient to ALL women, he looked up at Soleil adoringly, helplessly -- even though she was only nineteen, and a little ditzy.

The hairdresser caught his gaze for a moment -- he looked so sweet and helpless and cute! What was it about the guys who came for haircuts in this place? They were all like such helpless little puppy dogs! She wanted to cuddle him and hug him, and take him home! Soleil suddenly blushed, when she realized that her panties felt warm and wet, and she realized what she wanted to do with this little puppy, sitting in the barber chair before her. She covered by reaching down to the table for the hand mirror, and lifting it in front of the guy's face. "There, how does that look?" she asked -- feeling her nipples harden even as she spoke. Oh, he looked so adorable!

Sean gazed into the mirror, not quite seeing himself. Thinking only of the huge waterfall of Mistress' pee, and gazing up into Her eyes as he knelt at Her feet, face uplifted, mouth open. Awaiting Her pleasure. Awaiting Her liquid blessing. He found it so very hard to bring himself to the present, to pretend to inspect his haircut, lift a hand and brush it over one side. "Looks good," he muttered, hoping he wouldn't need to say anything more cogent.

Soleil smiled, disengaging from the guy's puppy dog gaze. "Looks good," they ALL said. Yes, men WERE all alike! Oh, but for a moment there, "all alike" meant helpless little puppies, and she had wanted to take care of this one so much! Soleil quieted her breathing... paused a moment... then turned and undid the safety pin at the guy's neck, then whipped the little barber sheet away, smiling her usual plastic smile -- the one that seemed to bring the biggest tips. "Thank you," she said, "I'm glad you like it!" Before the guy could reply, Soleil felt -- rather than saw -- the receptionist just behind her.

"Sean?" the receptionist said, "You're in luck! We've had a cancellation. If you'd like, we can put you in the decompression chamber right away!"

Sean looked from one woman to the other, still so deep in his pee fantasy, he was not sure who had spoken. "That would be great," he replied. He stood up, in a daze, and followed the woman with the little clip board.

Soleil watched as the receptionist led her customer toward the back hallway, pouting a little. Another moment, and she would have been able to stroke his cheek before he stood up -- pretending to straighten a stray hair or two. That almost always brought an extra dollar tip. Now, she could only hope he would even remember her, when he signed the credit slip. She smiled a little, though, remembering that puppy dog look, and the tightness of her nipples -- as she brushed off the barber chair, and straightened up things, preparing for her next customer.

Sean followed the receptionist, watching her hips sway left and right, trying not to be noticed staring at her ass, at her legs, as he walked down the hallway, following her. Drifting and horny at the mere thought of the "decompression chamber," and how much he wanted to be there. Images of the huge, yellow waterfall again entered his mind, the sound of roaring "water" filling his ears. The receptionist brought Sean to the end of the hallway, where a woman stood, wearing a white uniform -- looking almost like a nurse. Maybe in her mid-thirties. She wore a badge with her name on it, that identified her as "Tree." Sean smiled, looking at the name. Still floating and drifting with the image of that huge, yellow waterfall.

"This is Tree," the receptionist said. As if Sean couldn't read. "She'll be your relaxation technician for this afternoon. Tree, this is Sean." She handed Tree the clipboard, with Sean's past appointments on it, smiled, and returned to the store front.

"Hello Sean," Tree said. Oh yes, she could tell he'd been in the relaxation chamber before. This one was having trouble focusing on the here and now, clearly anticipating being in the isolation chamber again. Tree smiled -- she knew he wouldn't be much for conversation. They were all so cute like this. So obedient and tractable. She carefully guided him toward the big, glass enclosure, tilted at a 90-degree angle to the floor, so he could simply stand in front of it while she adjusted his clothing, and prepared him. Slipping the white noise headphones over his ears, the blindfold over his eyes, the drip tubing into his mouth. The straps to hold him in place. Yes, even the little sleeve inside his pants. After the first time in, they simply let you attach things, without question. Very professionally, Tree slipped her hand inside Sean's pants, wrapped the tube around his cock. Already hard. Tree smiled, and NOT so professionally gave his cock a gentle stroke, knowing this one would never remember. She checked that everything was in place, and then slowly closed the glass cover, locking Sean inside the coffin-like chamber, and pressed the switch to tilt it back to 45 degrees. Then she flipped the switch to activate the chamber, and set the timer for three hours.

Tree always liked how blank and empty they looked afterward. And she enjoyed just watching them, while they dropped deep into mindlessness, as the sensory deprivation relaxed their minds so utterly. She went to the back room, to brew herself a cup of tea, so she could return, sip contentedly and watch... "Sean" -- that was it... watch him, and make sure he was okay, the entire time.

Sean could not remember anything from the moment he rose from the barber chair, till now. Lying/standing in the "relaxation chamber," visions of yellow waterfalls washing through his mind. The rush of white noise in his ears reminded him of those waterfalls. And, though he was unaware of it, his ears strained to hear MzDominica's Voice mixed in with those waterfalls, to taste Her flowery, acrid pee dripping onto his tongue, drop by drop, as Her Voice programmed him deeper and deeper.

But deeply quiet and mindless as he was, Sean's brain was busy. Listening for MzDominica's Voice. Searching for the sharp taste of Her pee. And all his ears heard... was static. All his tongue tasted... was water.

Patiently, quietly, Sean lay in the "relaxation chamber." Without smell, without taste, without light. With no sound but a consistent, patternless rushing. With no touch, but the gentle stroking of the sleeve on his hard cock. Minute after lost minute. Hour after lost hour.

When he returned home, Sean pressed a different speed dial button on his cell phone. He waited, until he heard the answer.
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"Hello, Slave..." in MzDominica's Voice -- though he knew it was a recording
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Sean spoke quickly, and simply. "Protocol 77 report -- i am nothing, nothing at all."

"Protocol 77 complete," the Voice replied. "Good Slave." The phone disconnected.

Sean knelt on the floor. His cock suddenly grew erect inside his pants, and his sperm erupted from the tip of his cock, wetting his pants, while he gasped in ecstasy, drooling on the floor, cumming over and over again. His reward... for total obedience.

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In Her mansion, MzDominica watched, as Her naked accountant crawled across the floor to Her feet, and bowed his head to the floor, waiting to be acknowledged, waiting for instructions. She extended Her left, booted foot. "Kiss My toes, slave," She commanded. The accountant obediently kissed her left boot. Then She extended Her right boot, and he kissed that also. Then he returned his forehead to the floor, awaiting Mistress' next order.

"Report, slave," Dominica commanded.

"Please, Mistress, i beg You not to be angry with the messenger, for i bring bad news!"Â The accountant shook, frightened about displeasing his Mistress.

"You will be rewarded or punished as I please, slave," MzDominica replied. "Now, your report! Or I shall be angry!"

"All slaves reported NOTHING Mistress. No sound of Your Voice. No taste of Your pee."

"As I expected," Mistress said.

"Please, Mistress, have mercy!" the accountant sobbed.

"You should know better than to think I will punish you for reporting the truth, slave!" Dominica replied. "So that you will NOT forget, I will reward you for telling Me what I need to know, even though it is displeasing."

"Thank You, Mistress!" the accountant cried, still kneeling with his head to the floor.

"Cum!" Dominica commanded. "Cum NOW, slave! Cum, and cum and cum! STOP!!!"

The accountant's cock spurted, over and over, spilling his hot sperm onto the hardwood floor, under him as he knelt and moaned with pleasure.

"Now, slave, lick your cum off the floor. Swallow it." She watched as he did so, hands still at his sides, palms to the floor. "Good slave!" She said. "Dry the floor with your hair." He pushed the top of his head over the floor, cleaning up every remaining drop of moisture. "Now, return to your office, while I think about what to do with... Mistress Black."

"Yes, Mistress," the accountant gasped. He crawled back to his office, through the tiny slave door that connected his office to Hers.

Head to the floor, still shaking, the slave was unable to watch, as MzDominica's face curled up into a wry grin. A plan was forming in Her clever mind. A very satisfying plan indeed.

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Sounds to me like Mistress Black might be in trouble! Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!

More to come, later!

More stories by jessicablank and MzDominica's other slaves can be found
at http://www.mzdominica.com/blog/">http://www.mzdominica.com/blog/">http://www.mzdominica.com/blog/ and on Her group at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MzDominica/

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The Magazine Punishment

sir's cunt on BDSM Stories

Sir and I often talked about what we could do to make my submission more complete. I try very hard to be a good sub: allowing Sir to use my body in any way He desires; doing whatever he instructs, regardless of my own wants; offering up my pain and humiliation. But, I know that I am sometimes headstrong. I sometimes fight back, cry and beg. So, I know that my training must continue.


I knew when I got home from work that Sir had planned to give me a lesson. My collar was hanging on the nail by the door. It's a dark leather dog collar that Sir modified to fit me. It's so heavy and tight, I sometimes can't bear to have it on. But when I slipped it on that afternoon, I felt my cunt twitch

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The door was unlocked, and I knew that Sir was in the house somewhere. But I couldn't look for him. The collar told me what my job was. And I was determined to be worthy of whatever activity Sir had planned.


I stripped out of my work clothes and folded them neatly on the chair by the door. I washed the dishes and made a tall glass of iced tea. While I worked, I wondered what was to come... and my pussy responded wetly.


When we bought our house, the decision hinged on the basement. It's broad and well-lit with a drain in one corner and no windows. It's soundproof. Over time, Sir has transformed it into a chamber of sex and pain. Some areas are divided from the main room, providing mini-environments for play. In the main area, there is a bed with a simple fitted sheet and two pillows, flanked by small tables.


The glass of tea sat on one of the tables, and I knelt at the foot of the bed. I staid there for so long that I lost track of time. Had it been ten minutes or two hours? It didn't matter. When I heard the sound of Sir's boots on the stairs, I knew that the time had been worth it.


I could smell his boots, but I didn't dare raise my eyes. I knelt patiently and listened as he stripped, folding his clothes onto a dresser. His hand came into my field of vision, the clasp of the leash between his fingers. It clicked into place.


“You'll never guess what I found,” he said rhetorically. “Here I am, minding my own business, cleaning up the bedroom. And I flip over a pillow, and find this!”


He shoved a dirty magazine under my nose. The woman on the cover had her legs spread wide and a cock in each hand.


“Is this yours?” he asked, his voice low.


“No.” It was true. I'd never seen the magazine before, let alone had it under my pillow.


Sir jerked on the leash, bringing me forward a few feet. I yelped as he wrapped one arm around my waist and sat my upper torso on a large piece of positioning foam. My ass jutted into the room.


“What did you say?” It was almost a growl.


“No, Sir,” I whispered, remembering my manners. “The magazine isn't mine.”


His bare hand came down hard on my ass, making me jump and scream. More smacks followed. He moved his hand around so that my entire ass was red and hot. When I thought I'd squirm off the foam, he stopped. His fingers twisted in my red hair. Once again, the magazine slapped down beneath my nose. It was opened to a picture of a woman shoving a dildo into her cunt.


“Is this yours?”


“No, Sir. I'm sorry -”


He jerked on the leash again, brought me to my feet. The shackles on the wall, the ones that I had excitedly pointed to in the catalog, closed on my wrists. He mashed my face into the lightly padded wall.


“Are you calling me a liar?”


“No, Sir!”


The cane hit hard across my back. I knew it had left a perfect pink stripe. Sir is good with the cane. He continued to hit me across the back, shoulders, and ass, speaking between strikes.


“Do you expect me to believe... that this filth isn't yours?... You fucking slut... Can't you keep your hands... off your pussy... for one day?...”


“I'm sorry, Sir,” I choked, tears brimming in my clear blue eyes.


His fingers found my cunt, played in my juices.


“Is this magazine yours?” he asked.


I swallowed.


“Yes.”


Sir unlocked the shackles and let me crumple on the floor. He gave me only a moment to catch my breath, then tugged me onto the bed by the leash.


“Where did you get it?” he asked, positioning me on my hands and knees.


“The bookstore on the corner,” I said, hoping that it was the right answer.


I knew that it wasn't when I felt the sting of a clothespin on my left nipple.


“I called the bookstore. They don't carry this magazine. Where did you get it?”


Another pin closed on my right nipple. My cunt spasmed, began to drip down my leg. I was panting hard. My thoughts were a blur.


When I didn't answer, Sir pulled my hair again, lifting my eyes to meet his.


“Did you get it from another slut?”


I nodded.


“Who? The blonde at the supermarket?”


I nodded again.


Sir stood up and I heard him walking around the bed, to the large cabinet that holds most of our toys. When he returned, he sat on the corner of the bed where I couldn't see him.


“You cunt,” he sighed. “You clit-sucking bitch. I guess I'll just have to make your cunt so sore that you won't want to touch it.”


His words made my clit hard. I unconsciously pushed my ass out to meet whatever punishment he had planned. He responded by spanking my ass again, hard.


“See? This is what I mean. You crave cock all the time. That's got to stop.”


I felt a finger slide easily into my hole. Juices poured out and dripped onto the sheet.


“You fucking slut!” Sir yelled, suddenly sounding very angry. “Look how wet you are!”


I saw stars. It took me several moments to realize that he had filled my cunt with the largest toy I own: a huge black dildo that usually requires a lot of warm-up. It was warming up, stretching my cunt to capacity.


“Please, Sir,” I gasped. “It's too big!”


The magazine flopped onto the bed under my face. The woman on the page was sitting on a pink vibrator the size of a fire hydrant.


“It's much smaller than this one. And that's what you want, isn't it? That's why you have that magazine. A normal cock just won't satisfy a whore like you.”


As he spoke, Sir began to move the massive black cock in and out of my pussy. I screamed. I lurched, trying to dislodge it. Sir fucked me with it slowly, pushing it in so far that I thought I'd be split in two. My nipples stung from the clothespins. Soon, I felt a familiar warmth building... I was going to cum on that enormous black cock.


Sir heard the pitch of my voice change and stopped thrusting. He used a length of nylon rope to tie the dildo in place and scooped up some of the moisture from my stretched cunt lips. I sucked his fingers greedily, praying that he would let me finish soon.


“I can't believe you enjoy that dildo, whore,” he said, sliding in front of me. His cock was huge and hard, turning purple. I wasted no time in taking it all the way to the back of my throat. Sir's hand rested on my head as I sucked and licked his cock, the object of my worship, my reason for living.


As I sucked, I slowly moved one hand toward my cunt, hoping to at least apply some pressure to my clit. I knew that it wouldn't take much to make me cum. Just a little bit...


“What the fuck?”


Sir rolled me onto my back and pinned my hands above my head. The giant rubber cock in my cunt felt even larger in that position and I groaned, still unable to cum.


“You really can't help yourself, can you? Well, I'd better just give you what you want.”


Sir lifted my legs and positioned himself between them. I started to protest. I was still full of that big black cock, after all. But he didn't care that my cunt was full. It wasn't my cunt that he wanted...


When I felt his cockhead against my asshole, I squirmed and shouted, “No!” Sir responded with a short smack on my cheek.


“You want to cum, don't you? And you cum by getting fucked...” his voice trailed off as he began to push forward. My ass burned and constricted. I struggled to relax, to let him in, because I knew that he wasn't going to stop.


When he was buried to the hilt, Sir began to fuck my ass. Tears ran down my face. I bucked against him, felt that orgasmic warmth begin to return. My ass was completely full of Sir's rock-hard cock. My pussy was stretched to capacity. I was begging for him to stop. And I was going to cum.


When the first waves hit me, my body clenched tightly, sending shots of pain through my ass. Sir groaned at the extra tightness of my hole. I raised my hips and pulled at Sir's ass, shoving him deeper, begging him to fuck me harder as my fuckholes contracted and beads of cum slid from my cunt.


When Sir came, he flooded my ass. I wanted him to pull out, but I reminded myself that a cock is a gift and that I should be grateful. I kissed his shoulders and took deep breaths, still struggling with the dildo.


“Well, slut,” Sir said, pulling out and reaching for a towel, “what have we learned today?”


I winced as he untied the dildo and slid it out of my now-cavernous pussy. He didn't seem to mind that I hadn't answered.


“What do you need, whore?”


“I need to cum,” I whispered, blushing.


“And how do you cum?”


“By being fucked, Sir.”


“And how do you get fucked?”


“By you, Sir.”


He patted my head and laid the towel next to me.


“Well, I'll be taking my magazine upstairs...” I listened to his footsteps on the stairs. My cunt was sore but dripping. I was already wondering what the next lesson would be. Maybe next time, I would hide something under my pillow myself, and give him a reason to hurt me for real.


2 mistress's

Good old Jake on BDSM Stories

              Hello I'm a submisive male that has a story to tell. I was a handy man at a very large Ranch. I stand 5' 5" but in very good shape. My first week that I worked ther I worked for a old man called him self the forman. He worked for Two unbelavealy butieful women. I first noticed them as they were in the pool. One was tall with black hair and the other was short with blound hair all the way down there backs. The black haired one was slender but very well bilt. The blound was not skinny buy carried her self very well. You could tell they both worked out alot. They only talked to me when the formen was not to be found. Just for things like clean the pool or a odd job. Every time I did one or the other would a

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ct the same towards me. They would be very nice at first but if I did the slightest thing around them that wos woung. They would snap Don't do that do it right. I might not have known which was the right way but I would try my best.  No matter what they said to me I would get a slight hard on. It is hard to hide a 9 ins in wranguler jeans.

               Then One day I was working in the barn by myself and I had to pee. So I took a step in to a stall and started to pee. I was in a corner and peed on the wall. It was spalshing between the bords going out side. When I herd a screem. It was one of the women That I must have pessed on thow the wall. Before I could get zipped up my wrist was grabed by the black haired one. She pulled me so hard I all most fell on my face. With one hand held by hers the other was trying to keep my dick in my pants. she drug me up the stairs to a apartment above the barn. She threw me in the bath room. Yelling "You little pig don't you know that humens piss in there not on my leg." I was blown away.  I tryed to say I was soory over and over again to no avale. She kept yelling " Who the fuck do you think you are. Doid I do somthing to you to make you do that to me. The othe women came in and toold her to come out side. She pointed at me and told me so stay like a dog. I sat down ont the tub to think. when I notice my dick was not only hanging out it was as hard as it could get.  Before I could put it away the black hair came in pushed me into the tub on my back and stataled my face. She was not waering any panties. As she grabed my hair she said "You piss on me So I'm going to piss in you. Open your mouth." As soon as Idid as I was told A rush of piss came in to my mouth.  From out side the tub I heard the bloun say drink up bitch.  I swalowd gush after gush of warm piss.  The blond say He is fuckin injoying it look at that prick. I felt a hand wrap around it ans the last few drop left her cunt. She gave it a squze with not love intended. I all most choked.  "If You like it so muck then clean me the rest of the way up. I lapped the rest of the way from hole to top of hole. The better I licked the smother she got with the grip. Shit let me give him a try. I hear the blound say. I thought at my dick but she just traded spots with the black haird one. As soon as my mounth got open she let loos with more then the other. She was injoying it alot more As I stated to clean  her I tasted more then piss. As my lip just touch he clit she cam just as hard as when she pissed. They stroked my dick till it was just readdy to burst. Then got off of me like nothing happend. "Take a shower. and clean up we might not be done with you. I think you will be a good sub. to us.

              As I geting souped up I was still hard so I did somthing about it. As soon as I came I knew I shold not have done that when The black haired one came in and said "WTF you can't keep your hands away form that. Again She pulled me out but naked in to the bed room. She bent me over the bed and strated slaping my ass with her bare hand. "I'm Mistress Black and She is Mistress Blound. You will do what we say when we say it. No questions Just YES MISTRESS." Slaping my ass each time she said a word. As mistress blound came in she stop slapping and began rubbing. Se even ran her middle fingger rubbing my ass hole. Mistress black took a pair of hand cuffs from mistress blound and put them on me as I just lay there. Mistress black said "You got yours he got his so I want mien." She pulled a chair out and sat on it with just her ass cheak on it. Spread egale "Then Mistress blound grabed me by my hair and pulled my face right to her clit. "Lick" I did as she said. I went back and fourth up and down. As I tryed to work my way down I felt a slap to the ass. "Just lick" Mistress Black said. Then Mistress Blound Said That ass look to loonly I think I should fill it."I tryed to see what was going on when I got two more stings to my ass. I felt a drizzale of cold slik gell drip down my crack. I fell her behind me sperding my cheeks and pushing somthing right at the entrance to my hole. Smack I notice I was slowing down. Mistress blound was playing with me then she pushes the head of her toy  in. At first Alot of pressure. I could tell it was bigger then any thin I would put up there. She slowly pushes till it bottoms out. I'm mouning more then Mistress Black. She grabs my hair and say it stops when I get off. I stuggle for a few more minutes then she gets a rithem and I do to. It hurts but in the best way. I even start pushing back and fouth. I lick faster and faster. She pushes my head into her cunt I take every bit I can. She is wet my chen is dripping as I'm bing pounded from behind. Mistress Black exspodes right in my mouth. Misstress Blound keeps pounding unill I lick every last drop. Mistress just pushes me over and leaves the dildo hanging out of my ass. She puts my thobing dick in her ass and pumps every last dop out of me,

Exploring April part I

THOMASCAN on BDSM Stories

True story:  Names changed and unimportant details changed.  Chapter 1 contains: straight sex, anal, oral, light bondage and mild forced sex along with discussion of forced and painful sexual activities—the merging of pain and pleasure.

 

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Experimenting with and in April

 

Chapter One

 

 

 

As a male in a mostly female profession I been privy to more female ideas, sexual talk, and preferences, than most men will ever hear in their lifetimes.  However, nothing had quite prepared me for my experiences with a co-worker named April.  April was in her mid thirties.  A petite blond with cute B+ cup breasts and an hourglass figure that I had lusted after for years, but alas, our relationship was more brother/ sister than lovers and we’d learned to leave well enough alone and enjoyed each other’s company.  We made an odd couple with her 4 foot 9 inches, maybe 100 pounds soaking wet so and me being 6 foot 6 while tipping the scale at 250 pounds. Friends since we were in nursing school together we had worked in the same hospital and though we no longer worked the same departments we kept in touch and talked a couple times a week at work enjoying the easy-going friendship that only exists after a decade.

It hadn’t all been fun and games I been there through some bad times as well. I was on duty that terrible time her only pregnancy turned into a ruptured tube and massive hemorrhage nearing taking her life.  My surgical team saved her life, but in the process we forever ending her fertility. I remembered when her marriage fell apart in the aftermath of that great loss and how I’d talk to her for hours encouraging her along until things got better. 

Years had passed and we stayed close and still visited when we could.  It was during one of these talks in the hospital that we discovered we were both planning to take an extremely challenging certification exam in a few weeks.  “Why don’t you come over Saturday and we can quiz each other?” She asked.

I agreed and the next Saturday afternoon found us at her lovely county house set on some five acres working hard at the brightly lit kitchen table while a light snow blew about outside.  I couldn’t help admiring her breasts and they moved freely and gracefully under her blouse, but knew like all the countless times we’d been together, nothing would ever happen between us, except for affectionate hugs and kisses.  So I put my thoughts of sex with her tight, toned body away and suggested we go get something to eat. 

            The local dinner provided an informal yet intimate setting, but as I stepped over to take her arm I slipped on the back ice in the parking lot and would have fallen except for my hand finding her blouse.  I had grabbed blindly and caught the fabric at the level of her cleavage ripping the top three buttons off her blouse exposing her braless breasts to view.  I apologized, and quickly offered to take her back home to change, but she refused.  She simply covered her nipples by shifting her top and told me.  “I’m hungry!  You exposed my boobs so you can just suffer through the meal having to look at them.  And look at them I did.  Even with her blouse put back together and tucked in her top was open to a point several inches below her lovely white orbs and any movement exposed an indecent amount to cleavage at times showing hints of her areolas and forcing her to rearrange the top to stay legally covered.  

            I was rock hard and she knew the effect she was having on me and laughed knowing my discomfort, as my rigid cock was outlined clearly in my pants.  Thankfully we were sitting in the booth, but just as I started to relax I discovered she kicked off her shoes and was running her feet up and down the outline of my hard organ.  She leaned back in the seat shamelessly cupping her breasts for just a moment in the nearly empty dinner and whispering “Ahhh a sizable cock.”

            I finished the meal in a trance and somehow drove back to her house.  The door had hardly shut before we are locked in a passionate kiss that went on for many minutes.  At last I reached for her nipples as she began to moan and cry out in real passion. I removed what remained of her top and began to suckle her engorged and sensitive tips as her hips began to move against me as if of their own accord, her breath coming in quick gasps.  We had stumbled to the living room floor by this point and I wanted her naked.  Unzipping her jeans I hooked a couple of fingers under her panties and she lifted her ass so I could pull them down.  As I did, she screamed one of the longest and loudest screams I’ve ever heard.  I knew I must have hurt her so I stopped and inquired what was wrong, but at first she couldn’t talk.  Tears streamed down her checks and she writhed on the floor until she at last explained that she’d not been hurt, but as her panties pulled away from her pussy, her body has surprised her with one of the most intense orgasms of her life.  After this, I couldn’t wait to enter her and in only two of three trusts my balls we slapping against her ass as she groaned and cried out and here was were it got interesting   

            I flipped her over to her belly and began seriously fucking her from behind when she pleaded with me to hold down her hands so I pinned them beside her head as I pistoned in and out of her tiny body.  In shifting position slightly I let go of her hands and she just about shrieked out her demand that I hold them down once more.  At this point and I decided to see just how far she wanted to go.  I grabbed her hands and pulled them both up behind her.  Using my belt I tied them roughly behind her.  I then gagged her with her shirt and fucked her good and hard her juicy pussy making sloppy noises amid her stifled cried of pleasure.  Pulling my wet cock from her vulva I worked the wet tip into her tiny pink anus feeling her tense and fight against the intrusion. 

            She was so small the sensations were astonishing.  She fought against it at first but there was nothing she could do and I was soon buried to the hilt in her sweet ass.  As I began to work in and out I suddenly felt her snug orifice contract against me as she climaxed. I held her hips and kept fucking her anal passage felling her slowly shift from riding the waves of her last orgasm to the realization she was still getting fucked in the ass and now that her climax was over she’d just as soon be done.  This is so natural.  Anyone would be scared of a large object up their ass when they are not headed toward their own orgasm.  I was lucky that along the way I’d learned that if a woman can endure a few minutes of dealing with fear arousal will build back up.  She knew she wasn’t being hurt, but she was very worried about being hurt, but she would have to tolerate it just a little longer. 

            As I worked in and out of her with smooth strokes, I remembered the first time I’d experienced a woman’s back door.  I’d been over to a friend’s house when he wasn’t there and I’d gotten involved with his younger sister.  Fearful of pregnancy she offered her ass for my pleasure and I discovered that while I don’t have a massive cock of the type that instills any other man who sees it with penis envy, nor do I have movie star looks, I did for whatever reason have a cock that when concealed in the depths of a woman’s anus before long she begin to climax without clitoral contact and it frequently happens repeatedly.  April’s new movements under me interrupted my thoughts and sure enough I could tell she had gone from fear to rebuilding arousal once more.  She moaned deeply her body rhythmically contracting about my hard shaft just moments before I filled her ass with my creamy load   Gasping I lay atop her my super sensitive organ within her Rolling to the side my cock was still hard enough to slide in and out of her moving from her ass to her cunt as I willed, just using her to gain the last pleasure from my exhausted manhood.  My finger just naturally began rubbing her sex and soon another orgasm tore through her restrained body.

            Until this afternoon I’d never tied up anyone in sex play, now I’d tied up one of my best friends and I began worrying about her reaction.  What if she resented it?  Not only could I find her friendly no longer, but, I could find myself accused of raping and sodomizing her. So it was with some trepidation I released her hands from behind her and untied the gag.

            “Did I do what you wanted?” I asked

            “You won’t get any complaints from me.  God Tom, I came more times and more intensely than I have and years.  You’ve been so special to me for all these years I never wanted to ruin our relationship with sex but now there is something I feel compelled to tell you and I don’t want you to think I’m strange or something. But you’re the only one I can trust with this.

You see, when I was little, my Mother would catch me playing with myself and would make me kneel down naked with my head on the floor, my ass raised and my legs spread as far as possible.  She was going the spank my “naughty parts” so I wouldn’t play with them. Them she’d go and wail me but good with a leather strap covering my ass and especially my little girl pussy with welts. Often I’d been so close to reaching my peak when she caught me that I cum in the process of the beating. She thought I was screaming in pain and sometimes I was, but she made me cum a lot   It was very kinky bordering on incest.  I find now that I can’t cum as easily as when I am forced to or the sex has an edge to it.   I’ve always thought you were the right guy to help me experiment but I never knew how to bring up the subject.  Do you think I’m terribly perverted, or would you be willing to do more wicked things to me?”

            “What exactly are you thinking of?”

            “I have to function sexually in normal everyday sex and I am learning to, but I have longed for the last ten years maybe my whole life to have someone explore really hurting me, but you are the only person I know who I could trust to hurt me, I mean REALY hurt me, you know cause intense pain—no broken bones or anything, but you know to hurt me sexually.  Once last summer I took and switch and used it on my tits.  It left a lovely stripe, but I didn’t have the nerve to hit myself that hard again.  God, I do wish you could have seen how I masturbated about it for weeks afterward.  That what I want real pain, even temporary damage, but nothing that would deform me for life.”

            “I don’t know April.  I’ve never set out to hurt someone…”

            “But you wouldn’t be.  No really deep down.  You’d be giving me pleasure.”

            “I’ve read about such things and they always say you should have a code word or action to indicate in something is going too far.”

            “No.  I don’t want control.  Don’t you get it?  I get excited by what you just did even though I instigated it, but what I secretly desire is to have you hurt me any way you want, as much as you want, for as long as you want, without any escape possible except to take the pain and enjoy the pleasure.  I want you to force me to do every nasty thing you want me to.”

            “When do you feel up to this?”

            “Right now.”

            All right, go pee and I’ll pour you a drink; I think you’re going to need it. 

            To be continued…       Thomascan06@yahoo.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    

A very hot night with MaryAnn

NaVyBrAt6190 on BDSM Stories

I want to tell you about a kinky married lady (Mary Ann) that I played with off and on for 3 years or so. Her husband was in the Navy. When he was on duty, or out on cruises, we had time to play. How we met was cool also, I lived in base housing (I am retired Navy) and she lived right next door...the navy housing was attached townhouses. Her husband was out to sea, and she knocked on the door one day, my ex came in and asked if I could help Mary change out a light bulb. I jumped up and went next door with her, and changed out the kitchen lightbulb, asked her if there was anything else she needed, and she said the upstairs hallway light was out also. I had to get my ladder out for that and told my ex...I changed that bulb and she tried to give me $10, I told her I would rather have a hug

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and a kiss. Now I do love to kiss and have been told I am a good kisser. I laid a long deep kiss on her and then another. My ex happened to be going out that evening with a couple of girls from work,,,I told Mary that I could come back over around 8ish that evening if she would like...well I did and we had a lot of fun for a couple of hours...but that story would be boring for what I can write about here. As we played, several months down the line, I would get kinky letter magazines and circle ones that I wanted her to read, and she vice versa and we started into a lot of kinky game and role playing.Here is a story about one kinky night of play, with her being dominate...

I walked in to her place and she had the living room already set up, I could just imagine what was in store for me upstairs in the bedroom, if we made it that far...LOL Candles lit and she dressed in some sexy clothes, with crotchless panties on...I brought her a glass of wine from the kitchen and she had me pull up the coffee table and lay back on it, with my head on one of her kitchen table chairs. She straddled my face and started working her sweet pussy onto my tonque and face...If I started not doing it good enough, she would reach down and squeeze my balls first hard and then harder until, I was straining to bury my tonque as deep into her pussy as possible. She would move down every now and then, and let me bury my tonque as deep into her asshole as I could also. After she had come several times from that, she had me take and put a cock ring around my cock and balls, so I could fuck her silly and not come. I fucked her from behind bent over the couch arm, had her on top of me with me sitting on one chair, and my legs on strecthed out onto another chair,,,so she could just ride my shaft up and down from on top, and with her on her back, me holding her legs in the air and just drilling her good and hard. After she had gotten off several more times, I was ready to get off also, and precum was just dripping out of my cock. But it wasnt that easy, and she was not ready to let me come yet, she pulled out the coffee table and had me lay crosswise across it(with a couple of pillows under my stomach) and tied my hands to the legs of the table. She then tied my knees, placed on two pillows as spread open as she could get them to the other 2 legs. So I ended up out in the middle of her living room floor splayed and tied on the coffee table with my ass up in the air and hers to do what she willed to me. She had told me to be sure to get a good switch for her to use if I was bad, and I knew better than to let her go out and find one. She started out working first one and then two fingers up my hot ass, and then lubed up an expanding butt plug and worked it up deep inside my ass. She let me watch as she started pumping it up and expanding it. After 15 pumps of the air bulb, the butt plug was getting huge and I was begging her to stop. She told me I was whining too much and pulled out a penis ball gag (5 1/2") and stuffed it into my mouth and tightened the straps. She broke out the switch and started running it up and down my butt crack in between starting to whip me with it. Every now and then she would stop and take some ice, and rub it all over my asscheeks to put the fire out and then start again. Sometimes she would reach between my legs and play with my cock, always taking some precum and let me watch her lick it off of her fingers. She knew from before that I could get to the point of cuming and erupt from a good paddleing or switching without ever touching myself...so that why she had me get the cock ring for this time. After she finished that, she pulled out an 8" strap-on and put it on, she took the penis ball gag out of my mouth, and told me I needed to suck a real cock and started fucking my mouth with her strap-on. She would grab me by the back of the head, and pump it into my mouth telling me she wanted to see it all disappear into my hot mouth. The first few times she did it, she would take that new baby tooth numbing stuff, and spread it onto a dildo and work it back against my throat until I could start taking it down my throat. (hmmm its been so long since I have done that, that I would have to do it again to be able to do that again). Well this was the first time that she hadnt done that and after a few minutes, I was taking it all the way pretty easily. SHe took and released the pressure on the butt plug, pulled it out, put some more lube on her fingers and worked 3 of her fingers up inside of me with more lube and then again some more. Laughing and telling me she really wanted me opened up for a suprise this night. She stuck the butt plug back up inside of me, it slipped right in,,,and came back around to my front and while pumping it up, and counting the pumps, she told me to start sucking on her cock again. She got to 20 and I was begging her to stop, again, between her fucking my face, and sticking the strap-on down my throat. SHe asked me if I had, had enough... I told her I wanted to cum and badly, she laughed at me and told me in due time, that she wasnt done with me yet tonight and wanted to see how her training from before would pay off...She gave me a couple of drinks of wine and went into the kitchen, where I couldnt see her. She came out wearing a 10" strap-on dildo that was just a bit smaller around than my cock at 7 1/4" around and came over and said she wanted to see if I could take it down my throat...well it took some doing, and some of the numbzzzz it stuff, but she was finally able to work that big thing in and out of my throat...Every now and then she would let some air out of the butt plug and then start pumping it up again until I would start begging her to stop,,,and then all I would be able to do was moan, around a cock that was working itself in and out of my mouth. She finally stopped and opened up the air cock on the butt plug and let it deflate, and it just popped right out of my ass. SHe laughed and said I think you are finally ready to get fucked tonight. I thought she was going to do me with the 10" strap-on but she went into the kitchen and after a few minutes came out with a monster 15" dildo strapped on her that was as big around as a beer bottle. I told her I didnt think it would fit and that it was two big, but she came over and grabbed me by the head and forced my mouth on it, and told me it wasnt to big and I couldnt do anything about it, so I might as well relax and enjoy it. Of course I couldnt take that thing down my throat so after a couple of minutes, of her having me lick and suck it...she told me that she really wanted to show me what it was like to get the heck fucked out of someone and that someone was me. She pulled out the penis ball gag again, and told me if I made to much ruckus she was going to gag me agian, but she would rather not have to do that. Now by this point my cock was probably at least 10" and just dripping precum and in the cock ring was not going anywhere. She worked more lube up my asshole and this time had four fingers up my ass, working more and more lube into my hole...she came around to my front and let me watch her pour a line of lube down the strap-on and work it around with her one already slick hand. She got behind me and spread my cheeks and slowly worked the dildo into me, Damn did it ever open me up...after about 5 minutes she was actually fucking me with around 8 or 9 inches of this monster, grabbing my hips and just drilling me deeper and deeper. I wa going uggghhhh every time it bottomed out, and she was slapping my ass, and just giving my upturned ass a ride. I told her over  and over again to jack me off that I wanted to cum, but she would say to me that would come later. She fucked me for at what I thought was at leat 10 minutes and she finally pulled that thing out of my ass. She started kissing me and untying me, once untied, I started to take the cock ring off and she told me she wasnt done with me yet and she still had some suprises for me. We went upstairs and she had me lay back on the bed, she straddled my face and after I had tonqued her to a couple of orgasims, she told me I needed to drink from her (that was one of the kinky things in the letters magazine that I had circled that I liked and I had notcied when I came in that she had 6 big glasses of water sitting on the kitchen sink...I guess, while I was tied up she had drank them) She let loose and told me if I spilled any on her sheets, I would be punished more then I had been that evening...I can say, that I did not miss a drop and licked her clean as a whistle, to another orgasim...(we talked about it later and she said just the first time doing something like that had made her cum harder than most times) After she got off another few times, she started working her fingers into my ass agin, and playing and sucking on my cock every now and then. SHe asked me if I was ready to cum and cum hard....Heck I had been ready to cum for about 2  hours or so,,,,she worked her thumb into my ass with her other 4 fingers....I started to moan, and graon, telling her it was to much,,,,she told me to push out with my ass and then to relax...her hand slipped up into me, and I told her it was to much...she just told me to chill (now I am a big guy and now I am untied) I chilled out and after about 30 seconds asked her to take it out,,,it was to much...she took it out, and started kissing me, and going up and down my body between kissing me and sucking on my cock and started working her fingers up into me again. THis time when she had her hand up inside of me, and hitting my g-spot it was still a tight fit, and werid, but it was great at the same time. She made a fist and started working my now fully hot and open ass with her fist. She reached over and loosened the cock ring and while using short strokes with her hand, started sucking on my cock...I exploded within 10 seconds and pumped load after load into her sweet sucking mouth. We had to take a break for a bit, cuddle and talk about what had happened...but for the next round,,,later that evening she had never had a man make love to her ass, and didnt know how pleasurable it could be....so it was a great night...

Hope you like the story and its actually true!!!
Eric

Eleanor's descent chptr 02

owlsukfan2003 on BDSM Stories


Eleanor’s Descent

Chapter 2 --- Disturbed.

On the Tuesday, I picked Eleanor up from where she worked, because her car was being serviced. I expected her to dress for more formally at work because of the status of her job, but no. She came out wearing a short mini skirt, and a neat blue blouse. She climbed in the car and reached across to kiss me.

As we pulled away from the kerb, she waved to a woman on the street. “Goodnight Janet!” she yelled. Janet gave her a thumbs up and blew a kiss. “That was Janet, my assistant” she volunteered. She made herself comfortable beside me, kicking off her shoes and spreading her long legs. Immediately I noticed the gusset of her white knickers showing from beneath the skirt. Eleanor saw me looking and

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attempted to widen her legs even more. “I can’t wait to get my bra and knickers off” she said.

I looked at her and said “Well, what’s stopping you?” She gulped and immediately began to UN button her blouse, quick as a flash her bra was dropped between her feet. As she started to re button her blouse, I said “Only the bottom three, Slave” she re adjusted the buttons fastening only the bottom three. Then she slipped her panties down her legs and over her ankles. She held them up to show me she had removed them, just as a bus pulled up on her side of the car. The Bus driver did a double take as he looked into my car. I realized what had startled him so, from his position, he must have been able to see straight down her blouse, see her bald cunt lips showing from beneath her skirt as well as seeing her holding her knickers and the bra between her feet.

I told Eleanor “Seems you have an audience” she looked up towards the driver ran a finger along her cunt lips and the popped the finger into her mouth before blowing him a kiss. The poor bus driver stalled his vehicle as we pulled away laughing.

The rest of the journey to her flat was pretty much ordinary, or as ordinary as it could be with a woman intent of flashing her cunt to all and sundry. We parked outside the launderette, which was beneath the flat Eleanor, Teresa and Emma shared. Walked to the end of the row of shops (4 units) round the side and then back down the alley to her front door. As we walked she said “You will meet Teresa today, but don’t worry both she and Emma are off out, George, Teresa’s boyfriend is supposed to be picking her up to go to a party and Emma’s off to see her mum. So we will have the place to ourselves real soon!”

I suddenly remembered I had left my bag in the boot of the car, but thought I can fetch it when we are alone, less likely to cause embarrassment. I said “When they have left, I will fetch my bag from the car!” “What bag” Eleanor enquired. “The bag we will need for our evenings fun!” I replied.

Eleanor introduced me to Teresa, although to be honest I thought she thought I should have been scraped off Eleanor’s foot outside. My immediate impression was stuck up bitch. Just then Emma made an appearance and did not help matters by saying “OH, Hi Ray, I did not recognize you with your clothes on!” I received a cold hard stare from Teresa. Eleanor dragged me by my hand and led me to her bedroom. She called out “Any chance of a cup of coffee, Emma”. Emma replied “Yeah, ok. You want one too Ray?” “Yes please” I replied.

Five minutes later, Emma just waltzed into Eleanor’s bedroom with two coffees. Eleanor never even blushed at the fact she was stark naked. She took her coffee from Emma and promptly gave her a kiss, not on the cheek but full on the mouth. Emma blushed as she handed me my coffee, Eleanor said “Come on Ray, Thank Emma for your coffee!” “I am sure she would love you to stroke her cunt or let her stroke your cock” Emma started to protest, until I said “Is that right, Emma. How about I tease your nipples, that is till I get to know you better!” Eleanor spun to face me. The look on her face said you dare. I reached behind Emma’s head and pulled her head towards me, I kissed her full on the lips forcing my tongue into her mouth. I also made sure that Eleanor saw me feel Emma’s tits. Emma meekly accepted my groping, before fleeing the bedroom.

Eleanor said “You Bastard!” I replied “Do not ever tell me to do anything, if you don’t want me to do it!” “Because I would do it in spite of you!” I then told Eleanor, “Be really careful because you don’t know what I have planned and if you upset me you could be made to suffer even more!” She nodded. “Besides I thought we had sorted out, last Saturday that I am your Master not the other way around!” I added. “Sorry Master” she offered.

 Eleanor came up to me, wrapped her arms around me and asked “What have you got planned, Love?” I laughed and said “You’ll just have to wait and see!” “Emma, can you come here, please” Eleanor called out. When Emma entered the room, Eleanor said “Sorry about earlier, Ray has told me to apologise and ask you if you would like to stay in with us tonight” I interrupted “Emma, that’s not true. I told Eleanor that I would not tell her what was planned for tonight; she now thinks that if you stay in tonight she will escape from my plans!” “You are more than welcome to stay in with us but you may become embarrassed watching Eleanor suffer her punishments” I added.

Emma said “Thanks for the invite, but I am meeting a friend outside the cinema!” With that she turned and walked out of the room. I turned to Eleanor and said “Nice try, but you’ll have to do much better to get on over on me!” “Now, put on your see through white blouse and a knee length skirt, nothing else and come into the living room when you’re ready!” I added. I then went back to my car and retrieved my bag.

By the time I came back to the flat door, a man I assumed to be George was leaving with Teresa. I introduced myself and shook his hand. Teresa dragged him away. I entered the flat and passed Emma as she was leaving, “Enjoy your film, Emma” I offered. “Thanks Ray, you enjoy your evening as well” she replied. “Oh, I intend too!” I countered. With that Emma left.

I carried my bag into the living room. I moved the dining table to with in 5 feet in front of the TV, squared it up in such a way that when tied to it Eleanor would still be able to see the screen. Eleanor walked into the living room, wearing exactly what I had instructed her to. I laid her across the table, with her head overhanging facing the TV. I then tied each of her arms to a table leg each and her legs to the remaining two legs. UN doing her blouse I exposed her breasts, and then I raised the hem of her skirt exposing her cunt. Going to my bag I retrieved a roll of wide packing tape, tore two short lengths about 3 inches in length, I folded over one edge sticky side to sticky side to give me a tab and stuck them across her nipples.

I then lowered my head and blew gently across her cunt lips; she shivered as the cool sensation hit her expose lips. I stood up, walked around to my bag and removed the enema bag, a butcher’s hook and a long length of tubing. I fixed the hook on to a picture rail (for those not aware of the English idea of a picture rail, it’s a wooden moulding fastened to the wall about six inches from the ceiling. In Victorian times it was for hiding the fixings to hang pictures from, hence its name.) I turned to Eleanor and said “Won’t be long, don’t go anywhere. Will you” I went into the kitchen to prepare a warm soapy enema. When I returned I hung the bag on the hook making sure the valve on the tubing was closed. I turned on the TV and started the Video preloaded before Eleanor’s appearance. The screen spring into life as two large Black males began to bind a single white female. I Suggested that Eleanor would find the film interesting in not erotic. I ordered her to keep watching the film. Walking once again around the table to between her legs, I slowly traced my tongue from her inner thigh up towards he cunt.

I deliberately stopped just before contacting her cunt lips, then repeated this on her other thigh. I saw her response as her cunt lips unfolded and her clitoris began to peek through. I gently blew on to her clitoris before parting her cunt lips with my fingers. For the next 45 minutes I bathed her cunt in soft penetrating licks, bringing her to several orgasms. At one stage I had to admonish her for her vocal cries were becoming too loud for comfort. It was at this point I eased the enema nozzle gently but firmly into her anal ring, setting the flow to a reasonable rate.

I then removed my clothes, and walked in front of her upturned head, I pushed my hard cock against her mouth. Instinctively she opened her mouth and bathed my cock head in gentle licks. I told her to open her throat as I slowly pushed my seven inches into her mouth; she gagged so I withdrew my prick slightly allowing her to gasp air before returning to slip my prick down her throat. Each time her gag reflex occur I slightly with drew before finally achieving the full insertion of my prick. I slowly began to fuck her mouth. “Eleanor, I must warn you that if you spill any of the enema fluid from your arse, you will be punished” I warned her. “Ohhh omhgghtahst” was her reply. I took this to be acceptance as it was hard for her to speak with her mouth full.

I let my hands drop down on to her breasts, gently finding the tabs. Gripping them between my finger and thumb I yanked my left hand upwards, her right breast pulled away from her chest as the sticky tape began to par. The last thing to spring back towards her chest was the erect nipple. I instantly felt her throat muscles tighten around my cock. Dropping this tape I felt her newly exposed nipple and lightly twisted it. It felt hard and rubbery between my fingers. Again Eleanor let out an animalistic unintelligible noise. Reaching further down her body I rubbed her stomach feeling the almost wave like motion of the enema filling her colon.

My right hand whizzed upwards repeating the effects on her left breast, again her throat muscles contracted. I then continued to fuck her mouth whilst gently rubbing her stomach. I knew I was not going to last much longer and wanting to save my load to fill her arse, I withdrew my prick from her mouth. “Oh Master, what are you doing to me, I feel so wonderfully bloated and as horny as hell” she murmured.

Just then I heard someone clapping, I looked up and saw George and Teresa standing by the living room door. I tried to cover my prick. Teresa walked past me and stood looking at the TV, by now the white woman had on black cock up her arse and the second pumping into her cunt. “I haven’t seen this one, you must lend it to me!” she said. Then turning to George she said “George get into my bedroom and remove all your clothes, put on the items I have laid out for you and return here at once!” As George turned and left the room Teresa said “George is such a sweetie but weak as dish water, don’t worry about covering up, I am well aware of this bitch’s sexual likes and dislikes. Aren’t I slut?” “Yes Mistress” was Eleanor’s response.
I think it dawned on me just then the resentment that Teresa had shown was borne of a Mistress losing her Slave with out consent. I turned to Teresa and said “She was your slave, before mine” She replied “Oh no nothing like that, just occasionally she would do as she was told where George was concerned, you could say she helped me humiliate George enough to reach my current position with him.”

She added “May be I will look forward to the challenge of subligating you!” I told her she had no chance. “I now see the challenge to put you in your rightful place at the feet of a master!” I added. With that I grabbed her wrists and pulled her over to the settee. Sitting down I forced her across my knee and raised her Skirt. She was wearing powder blue knickers with matching self supporting stockings. In one fell swoop her knickers were around her knees and the first hard slap careered down on the white plump ass cheeks. “Ouch, you’ll pay for that” she yelled. A further three just as hard slaps brought a rosy pink flush to her arse and suddenly she stopped struggling. “Stop, Stop please stop” she begged. I noticed the defiance in her voice was now gone. I paused my assault on her arse. Her free hand came round and gently rubbed her reddening cheeks.

I pushed her on to the floor and told her “On your knees bitch, my cock wants to feel the inside of your throat” She looked at me with anger in her eyes. Like a queen that had just been toppled from her throne. Slowly she climbed on to her knees and approached me, she reached out towards my prick but I tapped her hands away. “Did I say you could touch my prick?” I said. I thought this was probably a ploy of hers to try to turn the tables. She apologized and opened her mouth to accept my prick. Warily I allowed her to take my prick head into her mouth after warning her “Don’t even think of biting my prick, or I warn you that your cunt would need major surgery before you would be able to use it to even piss through” I know it was an idle threat but it seemed to work as she gently lapped at the head of my prick.

Suddenly Eleanor moaned “Master, I can’t hold on much longer my belly hurts!” I suddenly remembered that the enema was still flowing in to her. I pushed Teresa away and stopped the flow. I rubbed Eleanor’s now bloated belly and said “Hold it in for another five minutes and then my new bitch here will take you to the toilet. I turned to Teresa and said “Strip now and make an erotic one for my pleasure!” “Fuck you!” she replied. I grabbed her hair and said “What was that bitch!” I forced her head down raising her arse as my free hand swung through the air and crashed into her red arse cheeks. “Ouch” she cried. “Sorry master, I will do anything you tell me to but don’t smack me again” she begged.

I let her go and she raised herself up on to her feet and began dancing to some imaginary music as she removed her clothing. Just then George walked into the room, Red faced and dressed as a French maid including stockings.

Teresa stopped her dancing and stared at George. “Who told you to stop” I called to her. She immediately recommenced her gyrations and said “George, Sweetie, I want you to meet our new master.” George gulped as he looked at me. I instructed George to untie Eleanor and take her to the toilet, but only allow her to stand in the bath and I want a full report of what she does. He nodded and set about undoing the ropes binding Eleanor. Meanwhile I gently removed the Enema nozzle.

By the time George and Eleanor returned, Teresa was stark naked and I was inspecting her. “Tits too flabby, nipples ok though. Do you like them pinched, twisted or simply pulled?” I commented. “Pinched, Master” she replied. “What have we here?” I said as I gently tugged on her pubic hair. “Ouch, master” she responded. “Eleanor get over here!” I commanded. “Look at this, what is wrong with this?” I asked as I pointed towards her pubes. “Master, you insist all your slaves are properly shaved and it looks so untidy like that!” she replied. “Correct, my little slut. How do you suggest we remedy this situation?” I enquired. “I could take her away and shave her Master!” replied Eleanor. “Or I think I have some Hair removal wax, somewhere!” she offered.

Teresa said “I don’t mind being shaved, but not the wax, please” I said “Do you remember your reaction to me, earlier tonight! You thought I was not fit to be in the same room as you! Well now its time to pay for that attitude!” I said. “Eleanor find me the wax, George get me some hot water!” I ordered. When the pair of them left the room, Teresa came up to me and whispered “I will be a good girl and shave this off for you, I promise but please not the wax, it will hurt terribly!”

“Yes, I know it will, but think of this, If it was George who was to be done, and you were in charge which would you use. Shaving or Wax?” I asked. Teresa’s eyes looked downwards to the floor and she never answered. “I thought so. You have just answered your own question as to why it has to be the wax!” I said.

“Teresa get on the table, on your back! NOW!” I demanded. Meekly she climbed on the table just as Eleanor and George returned. “George, Tie Teresa’s hands down like Eleanor’s were earlier! Eleanor you tie her legs down just as yours were!” I ordered. Taking a longer strip of the broad tape, again creating a tab on I pressed it over Teresa’s closed mouth.

“George, Teresa has always led you a dog’s life, has she not?” I enquired. “Yes Ray” he replied. I immediately slapped his face. “Sorry Sir I meant to say Yes, Master” he repeated. “That’s better” I warned him. “Despite your lack of respect for me, I still think its justice for you to do the honours of using the wax to remove her pubic hair” I said. Teresa’s eyes shot wide open and she began shaking her head, trying to say no! Whilst George performed his tasks on Teresa, I had Eleanor prepare two of the lengths of broad tape similar to the ones I had used on her Tits. And told her to apply them over Teresa’s nipples, but only after sucking the nipples to their full erect state. “Don’t forget to dry her nipples before applying the tape!” I reminded Eleanor.

I in the mean time walked behind George and lifted the hem of his maid’s uniform. It became clear now why it had taken so long to get ready, He was wearing stockings, suspender belt and a pair of bright red crutch less knickers. His already hard and swollen prick sticking straight out.

George coated the molten wax over the area of her pubes, and stood waiting for it to solidify. He was almost drooling as he watched Eleanor teasing Teresa’s nipples. I asked him “Were you ever allowed to suck her nipples, George?” “Never, not even before I became her slave” he replied. “What else were you stopped from doing to her?” I asked. “I was only allowed to fuck her missionary style, and then only when she said so. I was allowed to lick her arse but only after she had visited the toilet. I was never permitted to put anything in her arse at all” he ventured. “She would never ever suck me off!” he added.

“And would you like her to suck you off, or fuck her up the arse, or even suck her tits?” I asked. “Oh yes, master many a time I longed to take her up the arse or even fuck her between her tits, while she sucked the head of my prick!” he offered. Teresa’s eyes shot him a look of hatred. “Well tonight you are going to be sucked off but you will be punished if you cum in her mouth, you will have to shoot over her face. You see its humiliating for a bitch like her to become a cum slut” I told him. “Oh thank you master” he replied. I think I almost felt sorry for George, knowing as I did that what ever I told him to do he would pay for when in private with Teresa.

By now the wax had hardened, Eleanor had finished applying the sticky tape across Teresa’s tits. I leaned towards Teresa and said “Is my slut bitch ready to be de flowered of her pubic hair?” She violently shook her head and with pleading eyes begged to be let off. “Proceed, George!” I commanded. As he pulled the first strip of wax from her body, I murmured to Eleanor “When he gets close to pulling the hairs from her cunt lips, I want you to rip off one of the sticky tapes” She nodded.

As George pulled the first strip from Teresa’s pubic region she arched her back going with the pull. But to no avail, she could not raise herself high enough to prevent the wax soaked hairs being ripped from her body. I went to my bag and produce a long length of soft silk rope and secured Teresa’s waist firmly to the table. Then I looked at George’s handiwork, there was a bright pink strip complete void of hair where only seconds ago there had been a thick forest of jet black hair. “Carry on, George” I said, whilst nodding at Eleanor.

As George pulled the adjacent strip of wax from her pubic area, Eleanor yanked of the sticky tape on her right breast. Teresa struggled with the attention. Soon both the sticky tapes were removed and her cunt area whilst pink and sore looking was now denude of hair. I reached into my bag and brought out some aftershave, “this may sting for a little while but its better than the tingling feeling you would have to endure” I told Teresa. I applied a generous amount to my hands and dabbed it on to her pubic bone. She twisted and turned as the lotion began its work.

When she had calmed down, I gently removed her tape gag and she said “You Bastards That really hurt!” I slapped her face and warned “Imagine then if I was to finger fuck you now with the aftershave still on my fingers!” suddenly she realized “sorry Master. I just lost my sense of presence” she added.

I told Eleanor to suck on George’s cock till I come back. I went and washed my hands returning to find Eleanor eagerly devouring George’s cock beneath his frilly hem of the French maid’s uniform. “Teresa, are you going to suck Georges cock and let him cum on your face?” I asked. Realising that to refuse would result in further punishment she meekly nodded her head.

So that night George got Teresa to suck his cock, and he blasted copious amounts of white cream over her face, which I made Eleanor lick off but she was not allowed to swallow it. She then transferred the cum from her mouth into George’s, before he swallowed his own cum. I then allowed Teresa to be untied and asked “Do you want George to sleep with you tonight bitch” Teresa replied “If that is your wish master!” I turned to George and said “I have a better idea, George are you tired?” he replied no not really. “Good Then all of you follow me!” I insisted. Walking in to Teresa’s room I was glad to see a four poster bed. I immediately produce a pair of metal handcuffs from the bag I had brought with me and cuffed George’s hands around the post.

I then Tied Eleanor and Teresa together with ropes on each arm and leg and finally a rope that went around their waists and then between their legs to be fastened behind the other persons back. I laid them down on their sides on the bed. Returning to my bag I produce a 15 inch long double dong and slipped one end into Eleanor’s cunt, over the rope and eased the other end into Teresa’s cunt. Further objects taken from my bag include a vibrating butterfly which I secured trapped between the two women’s tits. This was held in place with a further length of rope tied tightly around their upper chest having been threaded under their arms. Next two smaller vibrators were inserted into each of the women’s arses. All three vibrators were then set to a steady hum and finally I produce a vibrating butt plug, looking at George. I said “must not leave you out of the fun, Eh, George” I eased this into his arse and turned it on.

I stood surveying my handy work; I could not imagine any of them getting much rest tonight. Already the girls were moaning and George, well George was fucking an imaginary body in front of him. As I turned to leave I said “nitey night” and laughed as I switched out the lights.

 I returned to the living room and re dressed. About thirty minutes later, I heard George’s voice saying “Oh Fuck, I am going to cum” and the two girls, well they were obviously already coming as the air was full of grunts and groans. I was just about to go check on them when the flat door opened and in stormed Emma.

“Fucking men” she said. “Hello to you too!” I said. “Oh Sorry Ray, but I have had it with that useless piece of shit called a boyfriend” she moaned. I took her hand and led her into the living room, I forgot the video was still running and as soon as she saw it she shot passed me and sat crossed legged in front of the TV. “Where is Eleanor?” She asked. “She is around, but a bit tied up” I chuckled. “Fancy missing a film like this!” she countered. I walked over to her and paused the video saying would you like to see where Eleanor is and why she is missing this film. I took her outside Teresa’s room and said “Go in there and see for yourself” with that I gave her a gentle push towards the door.

She entered the room…………

Capture of a Barista

bn9900 on BDSM Stories

I live in a small town with coffee stands on every corner. These stands employee a special type of girl, the sexy bombshell, you know the type, the girls that are 5'5 120-140 pounds, wearing tight shirts with 36C titties pushing and straining the material. Well there is one stand that I frequent that employees one of these girls, and I have gotten to the point where I must fuck her, even if I have to kidnap and hold her hostage. My name is Randy, and I'm not the greatest looking guy, 6'1 190 pounds but I do try to keep somewhat in shape.

The girl that I have a need for is Alyssa; she is 5'6 about 145 pounds, not skinny, but curves in all the right places. Her breasts are a nice 38Cish size from what I could

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tell at the window. Her hair is a sandy brown with some light highlights and her skin is creamy peach colored. I know that she works the night shift since I notice her on my way home from work and stop for a coffee at her stand. This at one of these 24 hour stands and so she is the only one manning the stand at this late hour.

One night after work I went over to the coffee stand and saw that she was on duty, being the only one I figured I better wait until she was actually off and closer to her car. "Her car!" I thought.  After pulling up behind her car, which was parked across from the stand itself, and finding the door unlocked, I realized she had made the biggest mistake of her young life. I parked and waited until the lovely Alyssa was off work at midnight. As she walked to her car, I got a view that I had not seen before, her gorgeous not tanned yet, as the weather in the Northwest has not allowed for these legs to meet the sun yet this year.  I was leaning my car,
"Alyssa!"
"Randy, What are you doing here?" she exclaimed, "I served you three hours ago."
"I wanted to ask if you wanted to grab bite to eat?"
"Aw Randy, that’s so sweet." She said smiling her sexy sweet smile that gives me a boner every time. "Sure I'd love to get a bite to eat."
    She climbed into my car and we were off to one of the 24-hour restaurants near by. I couldn't believe my luck; my quest was inches from my hard on and was going to be in my control in minutes.
    After dinner, Alyssa thought I was going to drive her back to her car. What she didn't know was that I had slipped sleeping pills into her drink and as we were pulling out of the restaurant parking lot she said,
"Oh I'm so tired all of a sudden, I don't think I could drive home."
"I could drive you home, and you could leave your car at work, or you stay at my place and I'll drive you over in the morning."
 "Mmm she said sleepily, I'll stay at your place if that’s alright."
 "Fine with me."
  I watched as she drifted off and as soon as I heard snoring I slipped a pair of handcuffs around her wrists and slid her shirt up to reveal a silky smooth tummy. I didn't head home but headed to a cabin in the woods that I had especically ready for this. The cabin is on a secluded lake about 2 hours from here in the mountains. She was snoring softly and had no idea what was to be her fate.

      We reached the cabin at about 4 am just as the first raze of light shown over the lake. I carried her into the darkened cabin and bolted the door shut there were no windows but a few skylights. I put her on the bed and tied her up, in the spread eagle position. I ripped her shirt off revealing a tiny lavender colored bra that was a couple sizes to small for her 38DD breasts. I placed a blindfold on so when she wakes up. . I was having a drink in the other room when I heard noises from the bedroom, so I went in and sat next to her on the bed

    "Shh Alyssa." I cooed, "No one can hear you"

     "Randy, what are you doing? I like you, I would have gone out with you if you'd asked."

     "I am not going to explain myself, this is how this is going to be
 I grabbed my camera and started snapping pictures of her torn top and bra. After a few minutes I took a knife and sliced her straps away and watched her gorgeous breasts fall out onto her chest, and rest on each side. They were so heavy that they fell to the side and created a valley that I could easily fuck.
    "Alyssa these pictures have just been downloaded onto a computer and will be uploaded to the Internet, if you not do as I say.
    "What do you want from me?" She said as a tear rolled down her cheek.
    "You will be my sex slave, at my command at all times. You will learn to live without clothes and will learn to love pain. One last thing, you will only address me as Master" I was saying this as I was slicing her clothes to shreds. I pressed a cold knife against her nipple. "Any restraint on your part will cause you a lot of pain, do you understand me?"
  "Yes" Alyssa said shivering."

  "What did you say?!" I yelled as I slapped her titties so hard they went red as she screamed.

   "Yes Master." My slave quivered. "I will do whatever you say."
   After untying her, I dragged her to the living room, where her eyes went wide. All around her she could only see torturer devices: cuffs for wrists and ankles, spreader bars, floggers, gags, blinders, harnesses along with a cage for her to sleep in. There are other devices I will introduce her to in the future, such as the electric shock equipment.  Shackling Alyssa to wrist cuffs I fashioned from the ceiling I let my hand glide over her body from her chubby cheeks to her plump arms and then to her large tits. I massaged them for a long time loving every minute of it.

            “Mmm, Keep it up.” Alyssa moaned. I stopped and felt her pussy. Her wet soft flesh was shaved and very soft.

“Well it looks like my little slut likes pain.” I cooed as I picked up a spreader bar.

Once again her eyes grew to the size of saucers, as I spread her legs, she tried to close her legs. I grabbed her nipples, squeezing and pulling them hard,

“Owwww.” She screamed. I grabbed a gag and shoved it into her pretty mouth; the circle gag keeps it available for my pleasure. After tying it around the back of her head I pulled away and admired my work. The prettiest barista now, the sexiest slave and now to train her properly….

 

If you like what you see please let me know. The next chapter will involve the training and fucking of the barista.

Swings and Things

LadyAriele on BDSM Stories

 
“Did you write today my sweet peach?” A question heard as your footsteps walk down the hall to our bedroom door.
 
You see me sitting at my desk, lost in thought and typing away. You walk directly behind me and grab each one of my breasts, pinching my nipples with your index finger crooked and thumbs.
 
“Ouch,” I cry out as your face nuzzles in my neck.
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Low masculine tones whispering words in my ear slowly and clearly.
 
“Did you get excited today thinking about my cock in your mouth?”
 
Your warm breath teasing the nape of my neck, causing goose bumps to swell and pop up down my arms. I stop typing, turn my head around, inches from your crotch, I lay my head against your left hip, and bedroom blue gray eyes look up at you affectionately.
 
“Oh yes Master, I got very hot thinking of sucking you off!” Nodding in agreement.
 
I hear the sound of a zipper as you unzip your pants, pulling your cock out and stroking the fat head against my cheek. I purr contentedly, leaning my head into your cock and balls. I snuggle my face between the hanging oblong orbs taking a deep breath in and inhaling the scent of you.
 
I run my soft cheeks along the length of your shaft, every once in a while, flicking my tongue out to trail saliva and lubricate your thickness.  I open my mouth wider, sticking my tongue out, trying to lick the mushroom head, and then circle back down. 
 
Your hand presses against my forehead stopping me from succeeding to steal anymore sweet treats.
 
In a stern masculine voice you say.  “No baby doll, you know the rules, you have to ask for my permission before you can kiss my cock.” 
       
My head turns in shame, looking down at the keyboard.  My pony tails fall forward over my deep cleavage that is being held tightly by a pink lace and white satin corset. Hands lying loosely folded in my lap, bedroom fuck me eyes looking up into yours passionately.
 
Sullen tones spoken softly, “Yes, Master, I know the rules Sir.”
 
You step closer to me, cradling my head against your cock and the soft furry balls rub against my face.
 

Still maintaining the gaze, you say to me. “It pleases me when you do so.”
 
Chills up my spine, face flushing from the heat rising in my pussy, my body reacting to your words so typically. I can feel your member growing larger against my soft skin.
 
My mouth starts to water when you place the plump mushroom head on my bottom lip, rubbing it back and forth, deep penetrating stares into my smoky blue eyes.
 
 Almost a plea is heard. “Please Master; may I please suck your cock?”
 
You answer tenderly, “Yes My Love, you may.” 
 
You slowly feed me the thickness that my mouth craves for... very slowly, one centimeter at a time.  You moan out and thrust your love rod deeper down in my hot wet mouth, and I can tell from the sound of you, that you are feeling very pleased. I stop sucking, and look up at you.
 
“I am here to please your every desire Master. “
 
I feel my throat being stretched as I close my eyes and you push deeper into my mouth, my gag reflexes being quieted by your probing head, getting my first taste of precum as you wrap your hand around the shaft and gently squeeze forward as if you were feeding it to me.
 
Sexy smiles down at me as you speak ever so clearly, and slowly… purposefully. “Yes, suck your Masters love juice Princess, if you are really good Master will give you a facial.”
 
Moans are all you hear for a response, while you cup the back of my head, guiding your thick rod into my mouth as you deep throat me.
 
In a whiney lil girl voice, I stop sucking after a few minutes  and say
“Please Master, I want to taste your cum, please.” Stretching out the please a lil longer this time, "Please I need all of your love juices."
 
 
 
 
 
“You must be patient My Pet, Master will give you his hot cum when he feels he is ready to give you a treat.” ‘
 
You tap the end of my nose with your index finger and smile.  “I do so love a good cock sucker,” then you pause, your tone deepening, “You do well at pleasing me Princess."
 
Your finger trails down my nose, and you continue to watch me fuck your cock with my red glossy lips.  Luscious lips leave a smeared red ring around your cock, as my tongue twirls under the rim, then glides up and down the length of your shaft as if I was playing a harmonica.
 
 "Such a pretty cum slut you are for your Master"
 
I gently nod, still looking up at you, mouth filled, sucking harder and faster, up and down. You pet my hair; and, in a loving voice say to me.
 
"That’s a good girl, baby, suck your Masters love, and suck it harder. Almost a hiss coaxing me on “Yes, that’s it.” 
 
You grab your cock and remove it from the suction of my mouth. Then you  grab my pony tails and push it into my mouth while pulling my pony tails.
 
Guiding my mouth open wider and deeper, until I felt the familiar pull of my throat. Your hips thrust against my chin, our eyes boring into each others lustfully and hungrily.
 
In loving soothing tones I hear your words. “You are going to be Masters good lil slut and drink up all of my love juice, aren't you My Sweet?”
 
I stop sucking, pulling my mouth slow off of your cock, slowly smiling as my mouth gets closer to your head.
 
“Yes Master, I will do anything to please you, and I love the way you taste.” Licking my now puffy lips  I say “ MMmmmmmm.”
 
 Still pumping and grinding your hips into my face, fucking my face likes it’s my hot pussy.  “I have a present for you My Sweet Peach,  and if you are a good girl and drink all my cum you will get to see what it is.” Then you continue “But first, we must put on this black satin blind fold on you.”
 
You pull the black satin blindfold out from your back pocket, and place it down over my head, stopping at my ears and nose, assuring  there is no ability for me to see.
 
 
 
“There now, don't you look adorable!?!” I hear your low funny chuckle and I stand there blindfolded, pouting.
 
“You’re making fun of me!!” Stomping my foot like a two year old  “I don't like that!”
    
You pick up something on dresser next to the desk. I feel a hard smack on my ass as the ping pong paddle comes swooping down on my ass cheeks.
 
"OUCH!!" I yell, then silence.
 
Then “ahem.” A pause “Assume the position”
 
I lower my body down to my knees again and continue to make love to your cock with my mouth.  Regaining my rhythm and flow, sucking hard on, sucking harder off, remembering to keep my tongue twirling under the rim each time my head bobs off and on your enlarged head and down to the base of your shaft, my forehead bumping the well trimmed patch of auburn hair above pubic bone. 
 
“You will learn to like what I give you and never question it.”   You take in a big breath, to continue on your mini rant “You will say Yes Master, or as you wish Master,” pause  “Do you understand little one?”
 
 I speak quickly “Yes Master.”
     
Just as my mouth was about to open completely to say thank you, I feel spurts of hot sweet cum squirting against my cheeks, up my nose, over my eyelids, my hair and in my mouth. I slurp up hungrily, closing my eyes and moving my head around blindly trying to catch every last drop. Your hips stop jerking as your moans wane down, and then one final jerk and an “ahhhhhh” then almost a grunt.
   
 I lick my lips while the tips of my fingers rub semi big circles, blending your hot cum like a facial.
 
Susie sunshine smiles look at you “I've been told cum is a natural firmer, with collagen and elastin and lots of protein.”
 
My face looks up to you, still blindfolded I ask “Please Master, may I see you now?”
 
Instead of responding to me verbally, your face bends forward into mine and we exchange a passionate kiss that lasts over a minute.  You break the kiss before pulling me up to a standing position. 
     
You take my hand and lead me across the room, past our 4 poster bed,  removing my blindfold only when we are feet in front of the surprise.
 
“Look over there in the corner.”
 
Your right hand extends and then points to the swing that is completely assembled and secured in the ceiling. My eyes widen and a big bright smile appears on my face as they travel over our bed and into the far left corner near the window.  Elated tones, almost a screech.
 
"Oh you bought me a Swing!!!!!!"
 
I jump up and down a little bit, big breasts bouncing under a cropped pink t-shirt, and in my sweetest little girl voice I say “can I try it... please?" I pause and ask again "Pretty Please with sugar on top????”
 
Your chuckle resonates in my heart.
 
"Of course, but were you a good girl today?”
 
You look into my eyes and watch my face as I answer. A smile creeps across my face. I nod yes, remembering that earlier today I had to stop writing to masturbate because I was too excited to continue on.
 
“Do not lie to Master Precious; I know when you have been bad.”
 
Your feet step closer to the bed; you pull the cool blue linen sheets back looking for a sign, your hand brushes over a damp spot. Your head turns, I hear tones of disappointment.
 
“Do you want to tell me the truth now?”
       
I can tell by the tone of your voice you are displeased with me enough to spank me. My pussy craves the feeling of your hands smacking against my ass.
 
“No, Master, I did not lie to you” said sweetly and assuredly.
 
My cheeks flush and get warm instantly as I look into your eyes.  Ice cold looks back at me.
 
“Assume the position,” You say harshly and then you snap your fingers.
 
“Right now... c'mon, chop chop!”
 
You clap your hands waiting while watching me move quickly on my knees to the end of the bed. My palms open and lay flat in front of me; my head turns to the right, looking at the closet doors as my body bends over, ass high in the air.
        
I hear your pants unzip, your buckle clank against the leather of your belt, and you snap the leather once you have it doubled. I flinch, goose bumps raise on my skin.
 
 In a very stern tone “You know you why you are getting this spanking, do you not My Pet?”
 
“Yes Master, I know. I masturbated and came with out permission.”
 The cool leather of your belt stings against my flesh.  I whimper. 
 
“You know better, do you not My Pet?” Your voice filled with disappointment.
 
“Yes Master.” is all I can say in return, feeling another hard smack against my now pink ass cheeks. 
 
“Please no more Master, I promise I will be good, I won't play with myself anymore unless I ask your permission first.”
Another hard spank across my thighs and ass, I yelp out in pain.
 
“Ouch!”
 
“You're right My Pet, you will not play with yourself again, because next time I leave you alone, you will be bound to the bed.”
 
Emphasis on is, “Is that Understood?”
 
“Yes Sir, Master Sir, I understand.”
 
My fingers trembling against the quilted wedding ring pattern bedspread, getting ready to push my body up and off the bed. I feel your strong arm in the middle of my back stopping me.
 
“Not yet My Sweet, your work here is not complete.”
 
You attach a silver chain to my diamond and sapphire studded collar, and place the blindfold over my eyes again, helping me to a stand and leading me to the swing. 
 
You pull on the chain, motioning me to spread my legs, I needed assistance with getting my legs into the holes.  My hands feel blindly in front of me for a place to hold on to as I feel the swing moving under me.  You place my hands on the cool steel chains one at a time and then secure leather straps around each wrist.
 
 “Do not move your hands Precious, and, open your mouth.” 
 
Your hand squeezes a few drops of precum to the tip of your cock and you smear it across my lips before I have the chance to open them.
 
“Lick the sweetness Precious, and suck on your Masters cock head.”
 
I immediately obey your direction, lapping the precum up and flipping my tongue back and forth across your head.
 
“Yes Master” I pause “Thank you Master for letting me suck your cock.”
 
You pat my head, taking a few moments to stroke through my long silky tresses. You say to me lovingly, “Such a good girl you are for Master My Sweet.”
 
You look down at me, watching my fuck me eyes as my mouth explores every inch of your cock, sucking each cleanly shaven ball one at a time, then licking my way back up  your shaft, almost gagging as you push your hips into my face and release your passion down my throat.
 
Your cock explodes into my mouth, and then you pull it out quickly so you can splash all over my cheeks and it shoots into my hair. I slurp up with my tongue what I can catch, what shoots in my mouth I swallow quickly.
 
I hear you groan and grunt, sounds I am very familiar with. I hear you moan out in pleasure, and my heart elates, nothing makes me happier than to please you.
 
You stand in front of me, with a devilish look upon your face, reaching for and then grabbing each one of my ankles, spreading my legs wide.
 
“I want you to keep your legs open for me Princess.”
 
“Yes Sir” is my only reply as I do what you tell me obediently.
 
You lubricate the eight inch dildo with Kama sutra oil, and place the pale pink head against my pussy, running it up and down my slit, and then stopping to circle my clit counter clockwise. I moan out, loving the feeling, my pussy hungry for your love and attention.
 
Still circling my clit with the head of the dildo, and then rubbing down past my taint to the pink starfish.  Taking the fat cock head and swirling it around and around my puckered pink asshole while you press against its opening. You probe the head of the dildo against my ass, watching it pop into my tight hole.
 
"Relax Precious, and take it all in like a good nasty slut.”
 
I don't say anything in return, instead I close my eyes and relax, allowing the width and length of the dildo to sink deep into my ass. Feeling it stretch and burn going in, but knowing better not to complain.
 
In a sweet school girl voice “Yes Master, I love having my ass fucked Master” then I pause, “Thank you for taking the time to fuck my sweet ass Master.”
      
You push your hips forward, pressing the dildo in deeper, sliding the head of your cock up and down my juicy slit until it slips into my wet pussy. I can feel both heads going in and out of me as you begin to pound your hips into my hot cunt.
 
“That’s a good little cum slut, take your Masters big wide cock, and let me fuck both of your hot holes at once,” a short pause “You know you want it.”
 
In a begging pleading voice I reply “Yes Master, I wish to please you Master, what ever you want to do to me…”  a breath in and then “Make me your fuck toy, your sex slut, and use me for all of your needs.”  My body is reacting to the double stimulation and I can barely contain myself. I moan out loudly.  “Oh gawd.”
 
“Yes my sweet cum slut, let me hear you scream for my love.”
 
You fuck my hot cunt, starting out slow only giving me an inch at a time, and then you stop. “I want to hear you beg for my love Princess”
 
“Please My Master, please let me have your cock, please give it to me, make me your nasty naughty little whore.” 
 
Another moan of ecstasy builds and I cry out “Oh please Master, please give me what I crave!”
 
You suddenly ram your big fat cock head all the way into my pussy, and pound my asshole with the dildo at the same time, hips ramming against me, strong hands holding on to the swing moving me forward and back against your throbbing cock.  I begin to ride the current of climax, getting closer to the edge.
 
I beg “Please Master, Please may I cum now?”
 
You look down at me lovingly, my clit hard, you know from the juices flowing out of my pussy that I am so close, you don't want to torture me further.
 
In a soothing commanding voice you say  “Yes My Love, you may cum.”
 
I scream out loudly as I feel the wash of ecstasy over me, my cheeks and upper chest flush a bright pink, my mouth parts as moans of pleasure escape, peaking a high pitched almost scream.
 
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh, oh,” continuing to squeal.
 
My hot pussy squeezes your cock so hard you can barely pull it out.  When you do sweet creamy cum juices squirt out and onto the bottom of the swing, leaving a small puddle on the black leather seat.  My orgasm wanes and you wipe my hair from my face, bending down to kiss my lips passionately.
 
“I love you baby doll” you say to me in the most tenderness of tones.
 
“I love you too Master, thank you for treating me like such a nasty naughty lil slut!”
 
 You help me out of the swing, and swat my ass, leaving a light pink hand print on my left butt cheek, and then you take me into your arms and hold me close. 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Part IV, Kara, Captive and Slave Girl, The Brothel Rescue

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Part IV, Kara, Captive and Slave Girl, Part IV The Rescue

                                         By Dick Inkum

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 I will skip ahead in my story. I controlled and educated my three sex partners,Arful, Borth and Torf, and had no unusual occurances personally.

 Torf delivered an ultimatum to his friend's sister who'd sucked his cock and he now fucked her ass. As he suspected, her brother had been doing that deed for some time before. He suggested taking her virginity but she was afraid it would diminish her marriage value and doweries were important. She did agree to oral and anal with some regularity.

 One night at dinner, I asked permission to bri

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ng up a topic. I told the family about the thirteen year old Zetta who had been sold into a brothel and I wondered what could be done to get her into a better arrangement.

 "My dear" Mrs. Y began, "if we tried to rescue every young girl sold into a brothel in this city, we'd have hundreds on our hands."

 "Oh, I wasn't especially thinking about here" I said, "just some place that would treat her decently. She's been prostituted now for several months and has nothing else in her future". (Not that I had any end of slave-concubine in sight)

 Mr. Y suggested that he would inquire among his aquaintances who might take her for a maid or companion for his son, but it would be up to me to fetch her.

 I already had a plan, but Mr. Y would have to finance it.

 "Aha!" Mr. Y exclaimed, "I suspected a plot against my purse!"

 "Not very much" I replied hopefully.

 "The law is all on the side of the brothel owner" Mr. Y cautioned, "He bought her in a public auction and we'd be illegally tampering with his property".

 "We're fighting for justice!" I proclaimed boldly.

 Mr. Y laughed and said "I knew you had spunk. How can I resist you. But, caution, it would not go well for those caught doing this."

 I proposed my plan. Borth and Torg would visit brothels. They would ask if they had any very young girls there. If a thirteen year old was presented, ask if she was Zetta. If so, go ahead and consummate the deal. When alone, let her know you are a friend of Kara and would like to help get her out, presuming she wished that. Ask her how and when she could get free if a cart was waiting to whisk her away. The boys would need brothel money.

 "That gets you half way" Mr. Y said, "What happens next?"

 " If your horse is fast, and she breaks free at a particular time, they speed away" I replied.

 "To where?" asked Mrs. Y.

 "If you don't have a place for her to go, then I guess here" I answered.

 "This sounds dangerous" Arful contributed.

 " Yes, and you're the one to do it!" I exclaimed, "You'll drive the cart!"

 "I think this is thrilling!" said Borth.

 " I'm excited, but scared" said Torf.

 "I think you're all crazy" said Mr. Y, " But I applaud your idealism and I'll go along with it. Let's send the boys out in two days."

 I was doing my duty with Borth that night and at one point he asked if he should fuck Zetta at the brothel, or if I just Torg should. I replied that it would probably be less suspicious if, once you were in the brothel, that Torg take Zetta and he take a different girl.

 "Keep it clean in there" I admonished him as I fondled his cock.

 The boys went off on their mission. The rest of the household waited anxiously for their report. As soon as they returned they gave us the story.

 The first house they visited said they had no girls under sixteen. They probably lied, but the boys asked to see their youngest anyway. None there fit the description I had given them.

The second house said they had two fourteen year old girls. The madam led them out for inspection and had the boys feel their tits and cunt. None of the girls fit the description though Borth said they were sorely tempted and might return there as customers. Borf apologized to the madam and said none of the girls was the right age for Torg.

 The third try brought success.The owner claimed he had two thirteen year olds and brought them out. One was Zetta. The other girl was obviously more developed and probably a little older. Torg said he would take Zetta. Borg said he wasn't satisfied and would take an older girl. They paid and fucked.

 Torg said Zetta was desperate (as were all the girls there). She thought she could get out the back gate but then there was a six foot wall to the alley. Torg suggested that they could make a rope ladder secured to the cart, and send it over the wall. They agreed on making the attempt three days hence.

 Arful assured us he could construct the ladder.

 "What will we do with her when she arrives?" Mrs. Y wondered.

 "She'll probably be dirty and hungry and in need of some comforting" I suggested.

 "Actually", Torg chirped, " she's quite clean but probably not well fed and the only clothes she has is the little tunic they wear in the brothel.

 Privately, I asked Torg about fucking her.

 "She liked me" he said, "She says she rarely gets young guys. She does fuck pretty well but she's not up to your standards".

 I kissed him for that.

 Everyone in our household was up at the break of dawn on the day of the escape. I'd slept with Arful that night and kicked him out of bed with the rooster crow. The boys hitched the horse to the cart and were off.

 Meera brought in breakfast and asked what all the commotion was about. We told her .

 "Oh, bless them" she cried, " I hope they'll be safe and sucessful."

 Mr. and Mrs. Y and I sat at breakfast, barely eating and barely speaking.

 Half an hour later , the clatter of hooves anoounced the boys' return. We ran toward the stable.

 Zetta came running toward me, arms outstretched.

 "Oh, Kara!, Kara!" she cried "I always thought you'ld find me!"

 We embraced and kissed, and cried. Mr. and Mrs. Y were crying too. Meera was crying.

 The boys swaggered in.

 After things settled down a bit, Mrs. Y told Meera to bring Zetta some more appropriate clothes.

 We talked, and talked, and talked. I told Zetta my circumstance here. This night, she could take my bed and I'd sleep with Borth if she wanted to be alone. She wanted to be with me, but she wanted to give a favor of sexual attention to Torg in gratitude and because she liked him.

 That was it then. Early evening with the boys and we'd sleep together. Early evening, we had both of the boys in my room. Only Torf fucked Zetta. Both had some time with me.

 When we went to bed, Zetta didn't want to talk about any of her experiences. She cuddled up to me all night.

 The next day Mr. Y said we would have visitors that evening. A friend with his wife and thirteen year old son would come to look Zetta over. They might take her as a companion for their son.

"Do I have sex with the kid?" Zetta asked.

 "If both of you want" Mr. Y responded, "but it won't be required by me or his father".

 I had a music lesson that afternoon, and I had learned enough that I was asked to play my lyre for the guests that evening. My first public performance! I was much more concerned with that than whether Zetta found a home immediately.

 Meera supervised Zetta and me in preparing a small feast. The guests arrived and everyone was introduced. Zetta and the boy seemed to get along well, though he certainly had eyes for me too. I was not in this game. I thought to myself that few slave girls would have had any choice in the matter. Most of the priviledged boys take whatever they want from slave girls.

 At one point the gentleman guest said " I heard a young slave girl escaped from a brothel yesterday. The brothel owner said he would hang her if she were caught. If, she happened to be under my protection, it's the brothel owner who would be hanged"

 His speech was greatly applauded.

 As more wine was served, it became time for my musical performance. I was very pleased that it went well. Mr. Y gave me a kiss on the forehead.

 "You are such a jewel" he gushed.

 Zetta and the boy, Jank, were off together giggling in a corner. She'd extended an invitation to my bedroom. He replied that he would have to ask his father. His father though Zetta a very nice companion for his boy said they could leave the group After they left, Mr. Y advised the gentleman that Zetta was in need of basic education as he had determined earlier. She was illiterate, or nearly so, and had no skills. Our guests understood and would provide for her. They decided to leave Zetta here another day while they prepared a room for her.

 In the meantime, young Jank was getting a sex education. Zetta told me later that he couldn't come yet and she had him in every oriface until she wore him out. She said that although her cunt had had too much experience, she was really hot for fucking that night.

 Zetta departed the next day in her new clothes. We would be able to see each other often if we wished.

 A letter arrived from my uncle. He was overjoyed to hear from me. He feared I had been killed +in the fighting. He had still not found my mother and feared the worst. He said our country was still in a terrrible state, and if I was healthy and being cared for, it was best for me to remain until someday I could return if I wished. He assumed there would be a monetary consideration at that time but would be willing to pay it.

 Both Mr. Y and I answered his letter. I don't know what Mr. Y wrote, but he got an answer.

 Zetta's guardian wrote to Mr. Y to ask if I might visit for a dinner. Zetta had now been there a week.

 There was also a note from Zetta! Zetta couldn't write any more than her name a week before! She wrote, guided by her guardian, that she had four hours a day of instruction. She had to learn math too.

 I was asked to bring my lyre on the visit.

 I was escorted to her house by Arful, who would come to take me home that night. I was welcomed in like a hero. Zetta couldn't wait to show me her very own room and around her new house. She said she slept with Jank sometimes but only when they both fell asleep. She said that since Jank couldn't come yet, the fucking was all for fun. She still had a thing for Torg too. She wouldn't mind a return invitation that ended in Torg's bed.

 We had a fine dinner, and her guardian declared me lucky beyond words for being in Mr. and Mrs. Y's custody. Her guiardian said he understood that I had bedroom duties with the boys, but that I seemed none the worse for it.

 "I'm their teacher" I replied, " and I'm delighted when my pupils learn well".

 That got a great laugh.

 I played my lyre and the lady of the house played the flute. I even danced a little, though I'd only had a few lessons.

 Arful arrived to take me home and the hosts insisted he stay for a cup of wine and take back an invitation to the whole family, including me. Especially me.

 Arful and I went back home. He'd missed his evening with me, so I slept with him. I wanted to celebrate and Arful had the fucker to do the job. He's my only "big people" fuck now, three days a week, and I like a big cock in the right places.

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 I'm leaping ahead in my story now because nothing changed in my relationships in the next six months.

 Torg is fifteen now and much more sexually adept. I've turned sixteen and my figure has filled out, much to the admiration of my friends and lovers. I have developed a real love for music and dance and have read many more books. Borf is now seventeen and has put on some muscle. What causes me to pause here is that Arful is getting married. It's a somewhat arranged affair. Both families are prominent. Mr. Y has given Arful more responsibility in his business. Arful and his new bride, Lenna, will live in this house for a while. She and I have become friends despite my inferior social status. Arful and his parents impressed upon her the case that I am not an ordinary slave girl. I have left Arful's bed. He has priviledges if he chooses totake them, but he's no longer on a schedule. I split my time equally between Borth and Torg.

 Oh yes. Zetta is developing and since Jank ejaculates now, they must be more careful. Her schooling has been effective and we exchange letters. She wrote that Jank suggested (not demanded as he could have) that she fuck with his friend. She liked the boy, so she did. I cautioned her to stand up for herself before she found ten cocks in line at her bedroom.

 My tale is at an inconclusive conclusion. I'm really powerless to determine my future. If either Borth or Torg wants to keep me as a concubine forever and Mr. Y agrees, that's it. While my place in the household makes any onerous outcome very unlikely, uncertainty is always present. I must just continue as best I can in the circumstances.

                                     THE END

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Accepting him as my master

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I woke up and suddenly remembered it was the day of my 18th birthday, unlike a lot of people I didn’t want a big thing made of it, Just a nice meal with some close family and friends then possibly a few drinks after however that’s not what everyone else had planned for me, I would love to say I’m surprised but I’m not. My friends have always been the partying type, love going out clubbing and hooking up with random men, fuck them, then the following morning completely regretting it. I only ever did that the once and felt so ashamed that I lost my virginity to someone I barely new. I was more of the kind of girl that took a step back from everything, I mean yes I liked to go out and yes I loved to have the odd drink

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but not to the point where I completely lose control and start acting like a total whore with every guy that just so much as looks at me. I was also very quiet person felt quite shy around some people. As far as boyfriends go I had no interest in them at the moment, my plan was to finish my education then possibly start looking, besides the guys I knew just always seemed to be immature and irresponsible and I had my little friend which I kept under the bed who always seemed to help me out.

 

So I got up and went straight in to the shower knowing I had to be quick because in an hour I was meeting a friend. I started to wash my long blonde hair, as I left the conditioner I washed my body starting with my 34 D breasts just rubbing them and tweaking my nipples which at this point seemed to be very hard, I could feel myself getting wet, I slowly started to glide my hand down my stomach and onto my pussy where I rubbed the outer lips for a few seconds. It was just then that I realised I had no time to be messing around I had to be quick, so, I washed the soap off my body and rinsed the conditioner out of my hair hurrying so I wouldn’t miss the bus and be late.

 

After I finished meeting up with my friend I had to go back to get ready for tonight, I had been told that we were going to all go out to the normal rock and heavy metal club we normally go to. I got dressed in a black mini skirt, ripped fishnet tights (or as the Americans say pantyhose) a black lace up corset, high heels and of course my little black thong. I was looking forward to it but it was just going to be like any other clubbing night…or was it?

 

As we entered the club it was rather full, lots of people on the dance floor, and some sort of Goth/industrial music was playing. It was then I noticed a man at the bar. He had long black hair, tall, a very pale but strong looking face, it was also very obvious that he was muscular. He wore mostly leather apart from his top. His shoes were leather, his trousers (pants) were leather and his coat was leather. I just stood there staring at him; I didn’t know why I just couldn’t help myself. He then saw me staring at him but I quickly looked away feeling embarrassed. A few hours had passed and I was having a lot of fun but I still noticed the man at the bar, it seemed like he hadn’t moved all night and I know he kept on looking at me every now and then. In some ways the way he looked at me made feel scared yet in other ways it made me feel excited.

 

About 3 hours had passed and decided to step outside for a bit and go for a cigarette (considering the ban on smoking inside public places is now illegal) I didn’t bother telling my friends because I know they would follow me and lecture me how I need to hook up with someone. As I stepped outside there were many people there so I went around the corner just for some peace and quiet. I tried to light my cigarette but realised that my lighter wasn’t working so I was going to have to go and ask someone if I could borrow there’s until the man that made my heart race stepped in and offered me a light. At this point I felt very awkward, I didn’t know what say, how to act so I just kept my mouth closed.

 

After a few minutes I finished my cigarette, said thank you I started to walk back until he said in a very deep dark voice “your very quite girl, aren’t you?” I replied back “Yeah.”

“I Like that in a girl, a girl who knows her place who only speaks when spoken to by a man” he said.

I was shocked and outraged, I wasn’t like that I just didn’t go and throw myself at people. So I just started on walking until he grabbed my arm and pinned me against the wall asking “Where do you think your going? I haven’t finished with you”

Before I had chance to reply he tilted my head to the side and started kissing my neck then started, with his hand, to rub the outside of my tights (pantyhose) and thong. I wanted to scream and run but I couldn’t, In fact I felt very turned on by what was happening.

Before he did anything else to me he told me to keep quite and go with him. He took me to his car and told me to get in. I got in, and he locked the doors. Then drove us to a very big house that was isolated. He took me inside the house and down to the basement where there was a room with a big 4 post bed, with black satin sheets and a stone cold floor. He told me to get on the bed then he removed all my clothes and tied my hands and feet to each post.    

 

He began “Now we can either make this difficult or easy, it’s up to you. All you have to do is be a good little girl and obey my every command, you will only speak when spoken to, and when you do reply to me you will refer to me as master. Failure to do so will end up in a punishment. The sooner I have my way with you the sooner you’re free to leave. Understand?”

 

I wanted to yell at him to let me free now and to let me go, after all he and I both know he has no right to do this, however what I didn’t know is why I  wanted to stay right where I was, why I could feel my breast tingling or my pussy beginning to get wet again. His voice seemed so soft yet dark and cruel, it was so seductive, he knew he had me in is wicked cruel game, he knew I was weak towards him and he also knew that part of me craved for this.

 

I replied back “Yes I understand”

“Good girl, however your answer is not fully correct so before I proceed explaing to you what you will be required to do, you will receive your first punishment” he said to me his tone getting deeper.

“I, I, I don’t understand wha!”

“Silence! You did not reply back properly, you acknowledge me as master, you simply said ‘yes I understand’ which is not good enough. So for your first punishment you will receive 10 lashes across your body to learn that you will give me the respect by acknowledging me as your master.”

He then took out cane and I gasped, I was terrified. He turned me over and laid me on my stomach but making sure to tie me back to the bed posts.

He then shouted “ONE!”

Caning my legs, I screamed out in pain, it was horrible tears rolling down my face and I was shaking in fear

“TWO”

Right across my arse, again sending crippling pain threw my body, he carried on doing this across my back, my arms and the inside of my thighs until their was only one left and said “Does my naughty little girl think she’s learned her lesson?” replying back in a tearful, shaky voice I said “I have Master it won’t happen again.”

Then as hard as he could he canned me across my arse.

“Good, I’m glad we have that sorted. Now, Know this you are my slave and you do everything I tell you to do, no matter how much dislike or hate the things I tell you to do you will do them. Now first of all I want an honest answer out of you, do you masturbate?”

I quietly replied” I uh umm well yes Master.”

“Very well, I want you to show me how you masturbate and I want you to explain to me in detail what you are doing and why you are doing it and you must not cum, understand?”

I wanted to argue so much, I mean how embarrassing for me to do that but then I remembered my 10 lashed and how I didn’t want that to happen again so I obeyed.

“Yes master”

“Very well, I will untie you, but try to escape an you will be in for a beating, mark my words”

 

So once he untied me I started to touch m breast, squeezing and pulling on my nipples and sliding my hand down to pussy, I could feel how wet I was, I was so turned on just as I was about to enter my pussy my master shouted at me,

“I thought I told you to tell me what you are doing”

 

“I am rubbing my left breast with my right hand and pinching my nipple, I am doing this to make them hard. My left hand is slowly stroking the outside of pussy and i'm shocked at how wet I am.”

By this time I felt so humiliated I was being forced to masturbate in front of a stranger as well as tell him what I was doing.

“It always feels so nice when I play with clit so I’m going to use my middle finger to rub it fast…ohhhhh it feels so good…..hmmmm oh I just love playing with my cunt I’m getting ready to slip 2 fingers inside of me…I’m doing it and it feels soooooo good uh uh, oh hmmmmmmm yes yes oh yes Master…”

He seemed to be pleased with my effort of explaining to him what I was doing but once I just carried on moaning he started to say cruel nasty things to me:

“Such a dirty filthy slapper, look at the little slut Masturbating, Playing with herself to get pleasure. You are nothing but a little whore, but you’re my whore my dirty naughty bad little whore who is learning how to behave for her master”

As he said these words it turned me on even more, I could feel my self building up towards an orgasm but then I remember I was told it was forbidden for me to cum. He then told me stop then said:

“Right my little whore on the cold stone floor, onto your knees.”

“Yes master”

As I got on my knees, he tied my hands together and then he took out his large cock.

“Surely you know what to do” he asked.

I did as I was told I sucked he’s cock getting as much as could in my mouth but it wasn’t enough, my master started to grab my hair and push my face further onto him and thrust his cock deeper into my mouth, I started to gag and I felt ill, once again I was crying and sobbing I could feel most of his cock inside of my mouth and all the time he was just saying things like “yeah that’s right take it like the whore you are. You’re nothing but a fuck machine to me”

He then pushed me down so I was lying on the ground, and started to fuck me really hard and fast. It felt as if he was tearing my pussy open, I couldn’t breathe but al the time there was a mix of pain and pleasure. He then ordered me to cum and I did. If felt as if an explosion had gone through my body, I shivered in pure ecstasy. Once he had finished he said “You have pleased me a lot tonight, and you now have a choice, you can either leave now and we will never see each other again, or, you can become my full time slave, letting me use and abuse you as much as I want but at the same time taking care of you and teaching you how to please me.”

 

I thought for a few minutes of what I just been through, all the pain and the suffering but some how I felt safe with this man, it was as if I had found my true place where I belonged, yes it was a risk. My head said leave and never come back but my body and my heart said stay.

“I am your slave master, and I will honour you the way a slave is meant to honour their master.”

“Very well, you will stay and obey all of my rules, but let me tell you this tonight I went easy on you because it was your birthday and your first time, however, tomorrow it’s down to some proper training slave.”

Hearing those words didn’t scare me, it made me curious as to what else my master had in store for me. He then put a collar around my neck and said

“This is yours, you also have a leash, you will wear the collar at all time understand?”

“Yes master” I replied.

He then came over to me and lifted me to my feet, I was cold and naked and he then embraced me in his arms kissing my neck and whispering in my ear “I have been watching you the last few month. The way you act and present your self is everything I love. I will take care of you.

Then went out of the basement locking the door behind him leaving me unable to reply to his comments, I was just shocked and confused but very excited for tomorrow.

 

Thanks for reading, this is my very first story so please don’t be too harsh although I will take all advice and criticism, if you want to email at all please do at: girl_loves_pain@yahoo.co.uk

Sex Slave for Hire Part 2: entertaining the Master's guests

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I don’t think, when I first contemplated taking a job as a sex slave, that I realised just how difficult it would be to do the work as directed, while being fondled and played with and, when I least expected it, fucked.

        The Master and Mistress derived a lot of satisfaction, I quickly learned, from giving me tasks they knew I would struggle to complete and then punishing me for it. My first week was filled with mistakes, and my bottom was crisscrossed with welts.

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"font-family: verdana">        Morning was one of my favourite times. I always woke to an empty bed, my one moment of solace and reflection. The previous day’s deeds would be relived, in vivid detail, and I would be wet before I even saw the Master. I got a kind of cruel pleasure from tormenting myself, in struggling to hold back release.

        It would only get worse.

        I showered, shampooing my hair, washing my feet and armpits, carefully cleaning my arse and pussy, checking for any unwanted hair. The Master liked my bald pussy, the smoothness of my skin, the unobstructed view it gave him. I dried my hair and carefully tied it up, knowing it would become tangled and disheveled by nighttime. Then I inserted my butt plug, and even though there was no one there to see or hear, I practiced staying quiet as I pushed it in, feeling my sphincter muscles grip it.

        Then, my costume. The tight black corset pushed my breasts practically to my chin, but I was getting used to it. The stiff black skirt hid little, especially when I bent over, which was often in my household chores. Lastly, stockings, lacy garters and my shoes with their vicious heels.

        I made my way downstairs to the breakfast room. It was a big house, and old, with numerous rooms for eating and entertaining. The Master and Mistress were not yet up, of course, and I busied myself preparing their breakfast. My first meal would be my Master’s cum, and I hungered for it. The butt plug was slowly becoming a familiar presence, though it was hard to ignore the way it constantly played with my nerve endings. It felt like being constantly played with.

        The Toy, as I called him, watched me in this duty. His hot gaze probed every cell on my body, more intimate than any touch. I ignored him as best I could. We were not permitted to speak to each other, but would have nothing nice to say if we could.

        The Master and Mistress appeared and I poured them coffee. After they had eaten and were talking lightly over the morning papers, the Toy and I got down on our knees and did our most important morning duty. I parted the Master’s dressing gown and took out his soft cock. With the skill I had learnt over the years, and the extra touches the Master had taught me he liked, I licked and sucked him to his full, hard thickness, before engulfing him with my mouth. I felt his hand on my hand, absently stroking as one would an obedient dog, as I sucked and licked. When the Master’s cock stiffened and spurted hot salty cum into my mouth I swallowed it all and cleaned his cock before putting it back inside his dressing gown. He ignored me during all this, his conversation with his wife barely interrupted by his orgasm, or hers. I relished this feeling of being used and beneath his notice.

        I cleaned the house room by room, not in one day but over the course of the week, and prepared the meals. The Toy worked in the grounds, washed windows, chopped wood, ran baths, dressed his Mistress and did other mundane tasks. He usually wore only black leather pants and his slave collar, but when the Master and Mistress entertained he wore only a butt plug and a hard-on. He would walk amongst the guests, regulars all, and let them play with his stiff cock, his taut arse, teasing and taunting him, twisting the butt plug and flicking his balls. I loved watching this torment, it was the only time I had such satisfaction. He made sure I had none when he raped me for the Master and Mistress’ pleasure.

        But at such parties I too was part of the entertainment. I kept my costume on, and would have a string of beads in my vagina. The guests could play with me too, pinching my nipples, tugging on the string dangling from my pussy, lightly touching my clit, trying to make me orgasm because then they could watch my punishment. Before such parties, the Master would instruct me to let so-and-so make me cum, because he wanted to punish me for their enjoyment. I would let my tray fall for extra effect, the loud crash announcing victory for the guest who succeeded.

        The Master would storm through the crowd, the anger on his face making me tremble with fear and thrilling anticipation. Grabbing me by the hair, he would march me over to the fireplace and tie my hands to the mounted candlesticks at either end, and order me to spread my legs. He would pick up the whip off the mantlepiece and, with a snap, strike me again and again until my arse burned red with welts. Some of the blows would snake between my legs and sting my pussy. Through all this I shook and wept and pressed my mouth into my arm to keep my cries muffled.

        The best such evenings were ones when the Toy would orgasm before me. Once, his cum spurted high in the air and hit a woman in the face. She claimed the right to punish him. His hands were bound together and drawn up towards the ceiling, where a rope tied them in place to a hook placed there for that purpose. In this way the guests could surround him and watch his cock grow as his arse was whipped.

        There were several such parties in my first week, mostly because the Master wanted to show me off. At the end of that first week, though, he had a house guest.

        A man about the same age as the Master, with dark blond hair and a quick laugh. The Master called him Sam, but I was to call him Sir.

        I had to dust the study the day Sir arrived, and had put it off till the afternoon because the Master had waylaid me before lunch, catching sight of my rosy arse cheeks, striped with whip marks, and the tassel dangling from my butt plug, as I went up the stairs. He caught me by the hips, put a hand to my neck and pushed my face into the stair carpet, and unplugged my arse. A second later I heard him unzip and then he was forcing his cock into me. I felt like I was being split apart, despite the plug that I’d worn all week, but the excitement of being pushed to the ground and assaulted made me wet and relaxed after the first moment of excruciating pain. The Master thrust and grunted and came. He withdrew with a pop and shoved the plug back in like he would a cork into a wine bottle, and left me. I got up, shaking, my heart still racing, and resisted the temptation to finger my sopping pussy.

        Now, though, I had to clean the Master’s study, and it could not be put off just because he was in there with a friend.

        I knocked and opened the door. They ignored me, sitting across from each other in big armchairs, sipping whiskey, swapping tall tales. I went about my chore, dusting with a big feather duster.

        “Good God, what a tasty arse!” I heard Sir say. My face burned with the humiliation but I gave no indication that I’d heard.

        The Master chuckled. “One of the best,” he said, and I would have gladly done anything for him then and there upon hearing it.

        There was a rustle of movement behind me and then I felt fingers touching still-tender lash marks. I stilled, and carefully went back to dusting. The fingers moved down to the tassel hanging from my butt plug, and knocked it. I closed my eyes against the torment of pleasure it caused and struggled to keep my breathing even.

        As I dusted I moved away from Sir and glanced at the Master. He watched his friend play with me with a pleased smile, as if I were a gift. The hope that the Master would jealously keep me to himself was short-lived.

        Sir followed me, running his hands over my backside and slipping his fingers between my legs. He played with my pussy lips and let his finger slip into my juices. He laughed.

        “She’s so wet! No wonder you’ve been keeping her all to yourself.”

        “It’s not easy to share a new plaything when first you get it,” the Master replied. “But it’s been a week. I suppose I could be encouraged to share her just this once.”

        I wanted to fall on my knees and beg him not to say so. I had signed a contract binding me to the Master and Mistress, but nowhere did it say they could not let their friends have their fun with me too. There was nothing I could do. Like the Toy, Sir could have me any way he pleased.

        “But I insist on watching,” the Master added.

        Sir laughed again. “I know what you like, you old dog. You’re welcome to watch.”

        The Master got up. “After dinner, then.”

        Sir reluctantly let me go. “Agreed.”

        They walked out then, neither having spoken to me nor so much as looked at my face, where I’m sure the Master would have been displeased to see the tears glittering in the corner of my eyes, the flush on my cheeks.

        At five o’clock I cooked dinner for three and served them in the dining room. Sir groped me at every opportunity. The Toy, standing against the wall near his Mistress, watched with a gleam in his eye, always happy to see me tormented.

        When their plates were cleared and while they chatted on, the Toy and I ate in the kitchen, both of us with an ear cocked toward the door, in case we were summoned.

        The Master called for me. The Toy smirked. I slapped him; he reacted quickly, grabbing my wrist and plunging his thick, well-practiced forefinger up my pussy. I whimpered, staring into his cruel black eyes, his dark handsome face gloating at my predicament. He could make me cum, and then I would be punished. Hell, I’d probably be punished for my tardiness anyway, what would one orgasm matter? But the Master would be disappointed. It had only been a week. If he was displeased he could change his mind, terminate the contract, turn me out. I wanted to serve him and obey him, and in this he had been explicit: no orgasm without permission.

        I kneed the Toy in the balls and without staying to watch him double over in pain, I rushed out to attend to the Master. I would pay for that another day.

        The Master frowned at me as I went to my knees by his chair. “You are not very prompt this evening.”

        “Forgive me, Master.”

        “Doesn’t give excuses,” Sir commented. “I like that.”

        The Master smiled grimly; he had trained me not to. He grabbed my hair and made me look up at him, studying my face as if he could read the history, the time and place, of every orgasm I’d ever had. And, I thought, he probably could. But I had not cum, and he had to be satisfied with that. “Come.”

        I followed the Master and Sir up the stairs to the guest bedroom, somewhat glad not to be led into the basement, where the whips and chains were. I did not want that from this man who was not my Master.

        The Master sat in an armchair in the corner of the room, in the shadows where I could barely see him, and watched. With him taking note of everything, I could not displease Sir. I could not disappoint or embarrass the Master like that. If I could perform well with the Toy, I could do better with Sir.

        Sir was less friendly now that he had me in the bedchamber. He pulled my skirt down in a single swift movement, wrapped his hand around my neck and kissed me with such force my lips were bruised. His tongue pushed through my lips and scoured the inside of my mouth. His other hand gripped my arse in a crushing grip, and squeezed. I squeaked, and Sir laughed. He pulled my arse cheeks apart and massaged them, pulling me against him and grinding his erection into me. Then he pushed me to my knees and drew his cock from his pants. Its big purple head pushed at my lips and I dutifully opened my mouth, mindful of the Master’s eyes on me. I sucked on his hard shaft, running my tongue along the vein and fondling his balls. He started panting and I thought he would cum when he suddenly thrust me away. He hauled me up and, sitting in a chair, draped me over his lap. With a loud smack his hand landed on my arse, first one cheek, then the other. I squirmed, I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want anyone to punish me but the Master, but that wasn’t in our contract either. Sir pulled out the plug, rimming me with his tongue and probing me with his finger. He smacked me when I struggled. The feel of his tongue sent a confusing mix of pleasure and revulsion through me, like what I felt when the Toy had me for the Master and Mistress’ entertainment. Finally he picked me up, threw me onto the bed and plunged his cock into my pussy. I tried to get away; he growled and brought my hands together, holding them above my head. His thrusts were swift, hard and powerful. My pussy had been aching for cock all week, but I had never thought it would be anyone but the Master who filled it. Worse, my body was betraying me. My hole was wet and slick, my clit buzzing, my whole body buzzing as I cried out with each hard thrust.

        Sir pulled out and pushed the head of his dick against my back hole. It eased in, well lubricated with my own juices, and pinned me to the bed. Sir put his lips to my nipples and licked and bit them. I gasped and cried out, called out “Please Sir! No Sir!” to his immense satisfaction. He lifted my hips and buried his cock to the hilt, as deep as it could go. His cock pummeled my arse mercilessly, his balls slapping against my arse cheeks. Sir’s finger found my clit and rubbed it; he said hoarsely, “Come for me, little slave.” I could no longer hold back. With a cry I came, the orgasm washing over me, making me momentarily blind but still conscious enough to feel Sir stiffen and come inside me.

        Sir helped me up, looking me in the eyes with a satisfied smile, and led me over to the Master. I knelt at his feet, waited with caught breath for his approval.

        The Master stood up, his erection straining the front of his pants, and bid me bend over the armchair. Holding me firmly by the hips, he took me up my well-lubed arse, fucking me for his own release and to claim me back. He pulled out, leaving me feeling empty, and ordered me to turn around offer my mouth. I hungrily took his big slick cock in my mouth and sucked him till he shot his load down my throat. He still had hold of my head, so I kept him in my mouth while he grew soft once more, and looked up at him. He smiled down at me, pleased with his sex slave, and withdrew. I hid my disappointment, my longing. I missed his cock in my mouth already, but as I watched him put it away, I knew I would have it in my mouth again come morning.

 

The Village of Agony and Ecstasy

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Author: Powerone and Sinsationalsub

Title: The Village of Agony and Ecstasy

Part: Chapter 4

Summary: A tale of long time ago when women were taken from their villages to become sex slaves by cruel men that had no regard for them except to satisfy their sexual perve

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Keywords: M+/Ff, nc, anal, oral, bdsm, reluc, humil

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The Village of Agony and Ecstasy

Chapter 4

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Raisa was dragged along sobbing. She shivered as the massive iron door creaked open to the main house. The things that she had already witnessed were overwhelming. She was so innocent. She had her whole life ahead of her. She had never dreamed that women or men could be used as slaves, and yet here, she was thrust in the middle of it. She longed so to go home. And now she had lost her protection, Bella. She hoped that Bella was all right. In fact, she hoped she even saw her again. She was not sure of anything. She had heard what Zorg said about not abusing her. She hoped it was true. She was a virgin. She had never been touched anywhere. She could not imagine being forced.

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As the door slammed shut, the servants came running, all scantily dressed. Raisa noticed as she cowered behind Zorg that the women were very beautiful, and the men very handsome. They all looked fit and well cared for even if they were slaves. She relaxed a bit and tried to catch her breath.

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One of the slave girls stepped forward.Â

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"Sir, a new slave?"Â She eyed Raisa up and down.

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Raisa cringed at the stare.

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"Yes, she is new. But she is here to serve me, only me. In fact, there are two new slaves that I brought home. They are both solely for my pleasure and will not be shared among you slaves. Is that understood?"

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           The slaves that had gathered bowed and all chimed. "Yes, Sir."

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Zorg released Raisa's arm. He pushed her in the direction of the slave girl that had stepped forward.

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"Take her upstairs to my quarters. Draw a hot bath and bathe her."

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           Zorg looked at a male slave, rather young and very virile. Muscles rippled over his chest.

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"You will go help her. After she is clean and bathed, you both will bring her to my quarters and present her to me. Make sure she has something to eat also."

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Raisa heard Zorg's words and wanted to scream. Bathe me??? A man? The girl slave was fine but a man?

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           She was horrified but afraid to say anything. She feared for her life.

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The male and female slave stepped to either side of Raisa and grabbed her arms to lead her to the Master's quarters. Zorg disappeared through a side door.

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The stone stairs wound around and around. Raisa hardly had the energy to climb them. She was so exhausted. There were torches that lit the stair well. The main house must have been at least three stories. Raisa had never seen anything so huge. The three of them stopped on what seemed to be the second floor. They turned to go down a long hall. At the end of the hall, Raisa could see two large doors, torches on either side, with two large iron lion heads attached to them. The male slave unlatched the handles and pulled the door open.

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Inside, the room was filled with the light from a roaring fire. The huge lanterns on the wall had the room well lit. It was warm, cozy, and definitely masculine. A large bearskin rug lay on the floor beside a large feather bed. It was the largest bed Raisa had ever seen. The bedposts were as large around as any well grown tree. They were carved and ornate. The headboard was carved also and reached the ceiling just like the bedposts. There were curtains attached between each bedpost that could be pulled together for privacy.

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Raisa shuddered as she noticed shackles on the four bedposts. She even noticed some kind of harness hanging in the corner of the room. There were various and sundry gadgets on the wall, but she had never seen any of them before. She did, however, notice a crop that was mounted and displayed.

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    The other walls of the room had ornate swords displayed, and mounted animal heads. A good hunter, Zorg must have been. There was a tiger's head, a lion's head, elephant tusks, and various other animals’ trophies on the wall of the room.Â

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In front of the hearth was a large leather sofa, with a table and chair beside it. Raisa was pushed into it. She did not speak. She was either too tired or too scared.

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The large while sofa was soft and very comfortable. Raisa laid back to catch her breath. She was so tired.

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The two slaves disappeared through another door and Raisa heard the sound of running water. The two slaves chattered as they worked but Raisa could not hear what they were saying. She closed her eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.

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"Wake up! You must get your bath."Â The slave girl was shaking Raisa.Â

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Raisa drowsily opened her eyes and came back to reality. She sat straight up on the sofa. The female had a cup of broth and a slice of bread. She put them down on the table in front of Raisa.

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           "You must eat quickly. I must bathe you and Jamon is going to help me." She said.

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           Raisa pulled back. "NO! Does he have to stay?"

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"Master ordered it, so it must be. We will not hurt you."

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"Oh, please make him go!" Raisa whined. She had never undressed before a man. He had to be at least in his twenties. She was so embarrassed at the thought of having to disrobe in front of him.

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           "I cannot. If I do, I shall be punished. He must stay and help." The girl said.

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Raisa leaned forward and raised the broth to her lips. It was steaming. Her mind raced as she sipped it to figure out a way to get away from these two slaves. There was no where to go. She was a captured animal.  She gulped the broth down and swallowed the last bit of bread as the female slave reached to pull her to her feet.

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           Raisa started to pull away from the girl's grasp. She struggled but to no avail. Jamon came over and took her other arm and they pulled her to her feet and into the adjacent room.

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The large stone bathing pool was steaming. There were bottles of oil and other scents lined beside it. Jamon held Raisa as the female slipped her tunic over her head. Raisa blushed. She watched as Jamon's eyes perused her body. She was standing face to face with him as he held her arms. His eyes traveled the length of her body. Raisa's breasts were small and tear-dropped, firm and the nipples now strutted as the cool air hit them. Raisa wanted to cover herself.

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Jamon's eyes traveled farther down. He smiled when they got to her sex. She only had wisps of pubic hair. Her sex lips were thin and pouty.

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   "Oh what a treasure you will be for the Master!" He smiled as he said it. "I am going to enjoy presenting you to him! I wonder what lies inside those lips."

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Raisa's eyes closed for she did not want to hear that. She bit her lip to keep her mouth shut for she was at his mercy. She was afraid to say anything that might ignite him.

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The girl grabbed her arm again and the two slaves pulled Raisa down the stairs into the bathing pool. It did feel delicious.Â

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They splashed the water over her body. Jamon reached for a bottle of oil. He also picked up a small brush and a cloth.

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"Hold her while I soap her up," he said to the female slave.

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The female pinned Raisa's arms back so her chest stood up. It pushed her breasts forward as the nipples stood straight out. Jamon took the brush, poured some oil on it, and proceeded to scrub Raisa's shoulders. The bristles were soft. The oil lathered and slid down her chest. The brush slid over her nipples. Back and forth. Back and forth. Raisa fought and whined but the female slave had such a hold on her that she could not free herself. She had the strangest feeling when the bristles of the brush touched her nipples. It was almost pleasant and she had a strange sensation in her groin. She did not understand it.

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Jamon worked on her nipples, teasing them with the brush and trying to rub the oil into them. Raisa squirmed and wiggled. He put the brush back on the ledge and used his hands and fingers on her nipples, rubbing them in circles and pinching them. Raisa noticed a tingling in her groin. It was throbbing.

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"Now, there, they are nice and clean. Pull her back so we can bathe her sex. Let's put her on the ledge." Jamon said.

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Raisa's eyes widened.

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"NO! Please! NO!" she begged.

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"Good idea," the female slave replied.

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The two slaves tugged her to the side of the bathing pool. Raisa fought like an animal but was plopped down on her back on the ledge with her legs dangling into the pool from her knees down. The girl pushed her shoulders down and held the there. Jamon perched right between her legs smiling.

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"Now we shall get a look at what lies inside those little pink lips of yours." he chuckled.

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           Raisa tried to kick him. Her legs flailed around and were caught by the female and held tightly, her knees bent. Jamon pushed her legs open. Tears stung Raisa's face. She was lathered with the soap and scrubbed. Once the soap was rinsed off, Raisa felt Jamon's fingers opening her sex.

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           "Okay, now we can look," he said.

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The lips spread way back, the female slave bent closer, as Jamon inspected Raisa's sex closely. His finger slid through the wetness, as Raisa cried.

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           "It is innocent and fresh," Jamon told the female. "It's pink, and she is wet!"

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           The female slave giggled. "Oh she will like being wet!"

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Jamon reached to spread her sex wider and took a finger to push back the hood of Raisa's clit. Raisa gasped when his finger grazed it. She had never felt that before.

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"Look, it is hard! It is truly beautiful erect, isn't it? It is a great size for Master to play with or suck. I wish I could have her." Jamon said.Â

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           "WELL, YOU CANNOT!"

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           A booming voice filled the room. Jamon jumped to attention and the female slave let go of Raisa's legs and arms. They turned to see their Master standing in the doorway.

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Zorg stood there with his arms crossed glaring at them.

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"I told you to bring her to me! You were to bathe her and bring her to me!!" He shouted angrily.

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"Yes, Sir, that is what we are doing!" Jamon answered. "She is ready, Sir!"

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Very well, bring her to my bed and you may go." Zorg commanded.

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The slaves jumped about, rinsing Raisa as she continued to sniff and sob. They dried her, applied some soothing oil to her body which smelled heavenly. It made her relax and it felt so good as they rubbed her aching muscles. They carried her into the Master's room and laid her in the big feather bed. Zorg was standing with his back to them in front of the fire.

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"You are dismissed." Zorg grumbled.

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"Yes, Sir," the two slaves responded in unison. They hurried out of the room, closing the big door behind them.

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All Raisa could remember was opening her eyes for a moment from the bed to see Zorg staring down at her. She drifted off into a deep sleep.

Rendezvous

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            Through slanted and awkwardly skewed eyes, I watch the empty bottle of beer come to rest on top of the counter and visually trace the outline of your hand that rests around it.
            “I want you to tell me something.”  Your voice is stern and commands that I look up into your eyes.  Once I do, you stand up, pushing the stool aside with an unwelcome screech.  “I overheard you interject that asshole’s advances with the excuse that you&rsqu
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o;re a lesbian.”  At this point, you have made it around the counter to my side, and I stand up, looking at you intently.  My weakened knees have forced me to back up against the wall.  “It’s been a while, so I want you to tell me, exactly how lesbian are you?”  Now you have closed the distance between us, save for a few inches, and the warmth emanating from your body stirs a certain unease in mine.  Your hands come to rest on either side of my head as you steady yourself with the wall.
            I take in a deep, long breath, and take even more time to exhale; I know that if I speak unprepared, my voice will break under pressure.  My voice manages a tone indicative of the sheer lust that I feel.  “Not lesbian enough to say no if you wanted to fuck me.”
            The imposing nature of your stance seems to lessen in severity once my response elicits a lustful smile on your countenance.  “I do, very much.”
            You close the distance between us, brushing your chest against me, lulling my eyes shut.  Just as I am about to moan, you envelop my mouth with your own.  Removing your hands from the wall, you swiftly push me roughly against the wall, unbuttoning my shirt with ease, aided by the clarity of mind attained from your desire.  “And you’re going to fuck me back.”
            As your lips part from mine to speak, I begin breathing heavily, turning my head to the side to rest my cheek against the wall as I try to compose myself.  My breath quickens as I feel my shirt and bra dropping to my feet.  One of your free hands grabs onto my jaw, jerking my face toward you so I can look you in the eye.
            “Beg me.”
            “Scott . . .”
            “Beg me.”
            A meek whimper arises from my throat.  “Please,” I whisper, much to your dissatisfaction.
            “Please what?”  Your groin grinds against mine.
            “Fuck me, Scott.  Please fuck me,” I groan, inspired by the pressure of your cock.
            With a sudden fury, we commence the unsheathing of our bodies and stumble into my bedroom.  You push me face-down onto the mattress, then roughly grip onto my hips as you pull my ass into the air and mount yourself on top of me, your dick immediately finding its way into the depths of my quivering pussy.  I unleash a muffled moan into the plush bed.
            You pull out of me entirely, then roughly plummet back inside of me, making me scream into the mattress even more.  Engulfed in your desirous state, you indulge in a barrage of merciless penetrations, nearly paralyzing me through sheer intensity, but still extracting sounds of pleasure from deep inside of me.
            After your initial frenzy, you slow considerably, wrapping one arm around my waist and another within the length of my hair, pulling me up and holding me close against you.  As you unleash passionate kisses along my back and neck, I gasp softly for air, my body writhing in response.  The movements produce a rippling tightness against your cock, and I hear you moan as you sink your teeth into the flesh of my shoulder.  Encouraged, I brace my hands on the sides of your thighs and start sliding along the shaft of your dick, rivulets of juices trickling from my pussy.
            “Good girl,” you grunt breathlessly, running the coarse stubble on your chin across my sensitive neck.
            Feverish from my overwhelming sensitivity, I breathe heavily a few seconds before fighting your hands off of me so that I can turn around to face you.  As I move to try to push you down and mount you, you put a hand around my throat and maneuver me down instead.  My feet rest flat on the bed, my knees bent and spread, and through the ruthless desperation for your cock, my lower body starts trembling.  Fully aware of my desperation, and although you yourself are seeking orgasmic release, you choose to prolong my arousal.  Your free hand clasps over my cunt, your middle finger wedging between my labia and slipping inside me.  Bucking violently, I end up choking myself against your unrelenting restraint, and you smile at me calmly, relishing in my torture.  You remove the middle finger and circle it lazily around the entrance of my twat, bracing my jaw as I try to roll my head to the side.
            Leaning over, you take my right nipple into your mouth, merely closing your lips around it for a few seconds before teasingly nipping at it with your teeth.  Upon receiving an appreciative moan in response, your teeth clamp down more harshly, causing my hips to roll upward in craving.  In addition to the current sensations you are lavishing upon my body, your index finger and thumb close in on my clit, and my entire body quakes beneath you.  “My, are you wet.”
            My eyes narrow on you in a sort of anger, craving the attention of your dick.  I want you in me so badly, and you are just torturing me and stating the obvious.  “I need your cock, Scott.”
            Your hand curls slowly into the depths of my pussy, and upon removing it, you slap my face, the sting more severe since it is saturated in my juices.  “Whore.”
            “Please . . .”
            “Slut.”  You turn your head to the side and spit onto my face, watching the fluid trail from my lips down to my neck.  “How badly do you want it?”
            My tongue snakes out to lick up some of the saliva.  “I need it.”
            You watch me for a few moments before speaking.  “Fine.”  You reach behind my head and grab onto a chunk of hair, then lie back and roughly pull my head toward your erect dick.  You roughly slap it against my cheek, leaving a red mark, then rub it against my lips so I’ll take it in my mouth.  Pushing me down on top of it, you grin.  “Take it.”
            Suppressing my initial gag reflex takes a few moments, but then I am willingly taking your cock into the depths of my throat, circling the tip with my tongue as I twist my neck back and forth to accommodate the act.  You throw your head back and groan, releasing my hair once you trust that I will continue to fuck your cock with my mouth.
            I steady myself with one hand while the other moves to cradle your balls as I voraciously work at your dick.  Once the tension in your body builds, you grab onto my hair and pull me off, stopping your impending orgasm.  You push me back down onto the bed, crawling on top of me, then plunge your cock into my pussy, much to my relief.  Your demeanor has taken a change at this point, and you don’t start thrusting right away, but instead nudge my cheek with your chin so I’ll look you in the eye.
            “Scott,” I whisper softly as you gingerly kiss my lips.
            “Sara,” you whisper back, trickling fingers against my scalp in affection.
            A gentle rhythm of thrusting commences, the aggression diminishing into a languid yet intense passion.  Accompanied by increasingly strident groaning, your final thrusts bring forth simultaneous climaxes, and you become limp on top of me, resting your cheek on my breast.  “Scott . . .”

Making Michelle A Sex Slave Chapter 4

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Michelle’s Little Surprise

Chapter 4

When Michelle awoke several hours later, she felt like someone had thrown her from a car, and smacked her across the back of her legs with a board before she ever hit the ground.  When she tried to move her arm she felt the pain from where Derek had bit her shoulder.  Once she was sitting up in the bed she realized that it was dark outside and wondered what time it wa

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s.  She could smell something delicious cooking but wasn’t exactly sure of what it was.  She tried to stand up and walk but the back of her legs hurts so bad that it made her cry out in pain.  She immediately heard Derek coming down the hall.

Derek was up at least an hour already and just about had dinner completed.  He was still trying to figure things out and wondered if Michelle hated him.  He didn’t think she did because she never tried to leave and didn’t try to knock the crap out of him.  He’d just finished stirring one of the pots when he heard Michelle cry out from his playroom.  He turned the temperature down on everything on top of the stove and headed to Michelle.

When Derek stepped in the room he found her lying on the floor.  Apparently her legs were so sore that she wasn’t able to stand up on them.  He watched as she looked over in his direction.

“Master I seem to be having some problems standing up and walking.  My legs hurt so much.”  Michelle exclaimed to Derek.

Derek walked over to her and helped her to her feet.  “It’s okay.  Let’s get you into the tub so you can relax a little in there.  I think you will feel better afterwards.”  Derek told her. 

“Thank you Master.  I think it will help take some of the pain away.  May I ask you something Master?”

“You can ask me anything.  It just doesn’t mean that I will always answer your question every time.  What is it you want to know?”

“When ever we have sex is it always going to be like that? Well what I’m trying to say is will it be that rough every time.”

When Derek looked over at her he could see that she was worried that he would tell her that it would be.  It was almost a look of fear on her face.  “No my little slave, it wont be like that every time.  That was the first time that I have ever been that rough with anyone.  That was not intentional.  I like a little pain while having fun but I never intended for it to get like that.  I actually don’t know what came over me.  Well what I am trying to say is that I apologize for hurting you like I did.”

Michelle wasn’t sure what to say after hearing Derek tell her that and then apologize to her for the pain that he had caused.  She also thought that since she was the slave and he was the Master that if he hurt her, then that was how it was supposed to be.   Finally Michelle started speak.

“Master, it’s okay.  Maybe after a nice hot shower or bath, the pain might go away a little.  I’m sure I will feel better afterwards.”

Derek helped Michelle get to the bathroom.  Once in there he sat her down on the toilet and proceeded to get the water going in the bathtub.  He figured it would be better for her to sit in the tub because there was no way she was going to be able to stand in a shower, plus the tub also doubled as a Jacuzzi.  He hoped that it might help take some of the soreness out of her legs.  Once it was ready he helped Michelle climb into the tub.  After she was seated in it he turned on the jets.  He could see she already liked being in there because every muscle in her body appeared to relax.

“Is that okay for you?” Derek sincerely asked Michelle.

“Yes Master it is.  This is actually backwards.”  She commented to Derek.

“What do you mean?”

“Well if you think about it, I should be the one getting this ready for you.  It shouldn’t be you getting it ready for me.  You’re the Master and I am supposed to be your slave.”

Derek couldn’t help but laugh at what she just said to him.  He understood what she meant but it really didn’t matter at this point.  Right now what mattered to him was that she would start feeling better.  If this didn’t take some of the pain away he wasn’t sure how she was going to go to work tomorrow.  He didn’t want to do anything to make things hard on her at work and end up jeopardizing her job.  But once he thought about it he kinda already did.  If that egg would have went off at the wrong time and in the wrong place she could have ended up in a lot of trouble.

“Sit there and relax.  If you need any help when you’re done, just call for me.  Okay?”

“Yes Master I will.  Thank you.”

Michelle leaned back against the side of the tub and enjoyed the water swirling around her body.  The bubbles that the jets in the side of the tub created tickled when they went across her body.  Just being in this made her wish she had one at her place.  This was something she would enjoy everyday after work. 

After sitting there and trying to relax she finally started to try and wash herself off some.  She had to be real gentle when she went across the wounds on her shoulder and hips, plus the bruises on the back of her thighs were very tender, even from the touch of a wash cloth.  The bruising didn’t seem to feel as sensitive as it did before she climbed in the tub, but no matter what, it still hurt quite a bit too tough any of that area.

Derek finished cooking dinner up for them.  He knew it was getting late and that she would have to be up in about seven hours.  He didn’t bother setting everything up at the table and figured he would just take it into the playroom for Michelle.  When he looked at the clock on the wall he realized that she has been in there for over an hour.  He didn’t want to go and check on her if she didn’t call for him but he couldn’t stop himself.  When he walked into the bathroom he found out that she wasn’t in there.  Immediately he headed for the playroom.  When he walked in there he found Michelle sitting there with her cell phone in her hand.  Apparently she had just finished making a call to someone.

“Is everything alright?” Derek asked inquisitively.

“Yes Master everything is okay.  I was just finishing a call.”

“How do you feel after that bath?”

“I feel a little better but I am still very sore across the back of my legs.  I think it’s going to take a couple days for it to stop hurting as much as it’s hurting right now Master.  If you’re wondering who I was calling it’s a number for us to call if we aren’t going to be at work the next day.  I figure that since tomorrow is Friday, then it would give me three days to heal before I go back.”

Derek was glad that she made that decision.  He already knew that Michelle would need more than a day to heal, just to be able to handle a full day at work without suffering a whole lot.

Michelle stayed with Derek for Friday and Saturday.  The only time she wasn’t there was when she walked back over to her place to get some different clothes to wear.  Most of the time she laid around his house in several different Satin and Lace Chemise, that she would sleep in sometimes.  The main reason she picked them to wear was because they didn’t have sleeves to rub against the back of her shoulder on the bite mark from Derek.  She knew she was driving Derek crazy being dressed like that but she was having fun watching him squirm when he was near her and then disappear for about fifteen minutes.  She knew that he was going into his bedroom and stroking his cock until he shot his load.  Michelle figured that once she was feeling better he was probably going to get back at her for teasing him like she’s been doing the last couple of days.

That night Michelle wanted to thank Derek for taking care of her.  She knew exactly what she was going to do because when she made the call to work, she also made one other call also.  She looked over at Derek sitting on the other end of the couch and started moving over to him.

“Master thank you for everything you’ve done for me for the last couple of days.  I know you really didn’t have too, but I just want to let you know how much I appreciate everything that you’ve done.”

Derek had a feeling that she was up to something but he wasn’t exactly sure what it was.  He was certain that she was being sincere when she told him that she appreciated everything he’s been doing for her.  He watched as she slowly worked her way across the couch towards him.  Just watching her sliding over to him while she was wearing a blue Chemise was making his cock hard.  He also noticed that she seemed to be moving a lot better than she appeared to have been earlier. 

“Well I figured it was my responsibility to take care of you after the way I hurt you.  That is something that I hope never happens again.”  Derek told her with complete sincerity in his voice and in the expression on his face.

“Well Master I would like to thank you in a special way.  Please follow me.”  Michelle got up off the couch and started heading towards the hall that lead to the playroom.  “Please Master follow me.”  Michelle beckoned to Derek.

This was confusing Derek.  What exactly did she have planned for him he wondered?  Slowly he stood up from the couch and started following her, the whole time his eyes were focused on her ass.  He watched her ass slowly go from side to side with every step she took.  The more he followed and watched the more he wanted to shove his cock in her.

Once they were in the playroom Michelle led Derek over to the bed.  She was surprised he followed her so willingly and never once asked what her plans were for him.  “Master please lay down in the middle of the bed.  I have a surprise for you.”

Derek did exactly as she asked, even though he was a little suspicious about her intentions.  Once he was lying there he watched as Michelle crawled up the length of his body.  He enjoyed the little bit of time she spent licking the length of his cock through his shorts.  He was already hard just from watching her walk in front of him, that all her licking did was make his cock ache to be released from its confined area.  When she moved up to his stomach she lightly ran her tongue up to his navel area and began licking his belly button.  He surprised that this was starting to excite him even more which was very strange to him.  Never before has any woman ever licked his belly button.  He couldn’t believe that he actually liked it.

Michelle was enjoying herself immensely.  Not because she was getting wet from what she was doing, but because she knew that Derek didn’t have the faintest idea what she was getting ready to do to him.  She looked up at Derek and noticed that he was watching her every move.  “Close your eyes Master.  I want this to be a surprise for you.”  Michelle seductively said to him.  When she noticed that his eyes were closed completely she started working her way back up his body.  With every kiss that she planted on his chest she could feel his whole body shudder from the touch of her lips.  She slowly slid her hands along his arms until her hands were clasped in his.  Once her lips were locked with his she started easing his arms up above his head.  Slowly she released his hands and slid them down past the head of the mattress to the restraints that she had set up when Derek was taking his shower.  Gently she pulled them up and clasped them around his wrists.  He didn’t seem to notice what she was up to until he heard both locks click.  Immediately she quit kissing him and sat up and smiled at him.

Derek couldn’t believe that he let his guard down enough for something like this to happen to him.  He looked at both restraints and noticed that she was using the exact same ones that he used on her.  Finally he looked up at her and in a stern voice said.  “What are you up too? You know that I am the Master and you are the slave.  Release me now and I will lessen your punishment.”

Michelle sat there on top of Derek with a big smile on her face.  She was impressed with being able to accomplish this much of her plan.  She just hoped that with everything she had planned for him that he would be able to forgive her for doing this to him. 

“Master, please don’t be upset with me.  All of this is part of the surprise I have for you.  I really think you will like what I have planned.  I know I am going to be punished for this so I will just keep you tied up until everything is finished.”

Michelle climbed off of the bed and walked into the bathroom.  When she returned she was dressed in the exact clothes that Derek made her wear the first night she came over.  When she pulled her hand out from behind her she had the flogger in her hand.

“Now Master, it looks like the tables have turned.  Now you’re my little pet slave and I am your Mistress.  Before we begin I have to go and retrieve a couple more things before we really get started.”

Derek laid there and watched as Michelle left the room.  He knew she headed towards the living room and hoped that she wasn’t heading for the kitchen to retrieve a knife, then come back in there and start making fillets of his cock.  When he heard her coming back towards the playroom he noticed that she was talking to someone, no, she was commanding someone.

The next thing Derek saw was two women come walking into the playroom, blindfolded and their hands bound together.  He noticed that they were wearing some of the crotch less panties, fishnet stockings and high heel shoes that he kept in his slave making cabinet

Michelle looked over at Derek and raised one finger to her lips signaling him to be quiet and not make a sound.  She could see he wasn’t happy about what she has done to him, but, she also noticed a slight hint of curiousness in his eyes as to why the other two women were there.  She was wondering if he even figured it out that these are the two women from work, Jackie and Kelly, which helped her into her office when she couldn’t move on her own from that vibrating egg that was in her pussy.

“Now ladies, you are to do as I tell you.  If you don’t, you will be punished.  Is that understood?” Michelle said to both women.  “I am your Mistress and I will not be gentle with any punishment that I see fit to use on you.”  Michelle was slowly walking full circles around them.  She was enjoying how both of them were shaking.  Just watching them in their frightened state was starting to arouse her, making her nipples getting hard and her pussy wet.

Derek was actually beginning to enjoy watching her take control of the two unexpected visitors that were standing at the end of the bed.  He watched as Michelle walked around them, lightly running her fingers across their nipples, then immediately pinching them hard enough to make them cry out from the pain.  He noticed that when Michelle did that to the one girl, the girl bit down on her bottom lip, trying very hard to not make a noise the second time her nipple was pinched.

Michelle slowly walked over to the cabinet and retrieved two sets of restraints.  She fastened Jackie and Kelly, each to a separate bed post.  She didn’t restrain their legs any because she wanted to be able to move their legs around to any position that Michelle might want to be in.  Once she had both of them to where she wanted them, she walked back to the cabinet and retrieved two sets of nipple clamps.  When finally she was standing next to Jackie, Michelle reached out and grabbed on of Jackie’s breast, lifted it up and started sucking on her hard nipple.  As soon as she heard her start to moan Michelle bit down, making Jackie cry out from the pain.  Slowly she started sucking on it again.  When she finally finished with her little suck toy she attached a clamp to both of Jackie’s nipples.  She could hear Jackie suck in a deep breathe from the pain the clamps were causing.

“Do you like that my little pet?” Michelle asked Jackie.  When she didn’t answer her right away she flogged her across her ass.

Jackie jumped when the strands from the flogger made contact with her bare ass.  She thought it wouldn’t sting like it did but was definitely wrong in thinking that.  She knew she should answer but waited till Michelle, her Mistress, flogged her one more time.  She didn’t want Derek to think that she was going to give in immediately.  She wanted all of this too look great for him.  She already knew that Derek got off on doing all of this and was certain that he would probably shoot his load before any of them ever laid a hand on him.  When she felt the flogger on her ass again she finally answered Michelle. 

“Yes Mistress I like that.  Its making my pussy so wet.”

“Good.  I’m glad you like it.”  Michelle reached between Jackie’s legs, sliding two fingers into her pussy.  She loved the feeling of Jackie’s vaginal walls squeezing her fingers, trying to keep them in there forever.  Every thrust of her fingers into Jackie was starting to make her pussy even wetter than it already was.  Michelle reached down, shoved her fingers inside of her pussy getting them covered in her juices and then pulled them out and placed them in front of Jackie’s mouth and told her to lick them clean.  Michelle moaned while Jackie was cleaning off her fingers.  Feeling her tongue gliding across her fingers was making her wish it was her clit instead.

Finally she pulled her fingers out of Jackie’s mouth and walked around to the other side to where Kelly was restrained.  She stopped directly behind Kelly and reached around her, taking both breasts into her hands.  She had Kelly’s nipples between her fingers, slowly twisting and pinching them, causing Kelly to let out a moan of her own.  Immediately she attached the other clamps to Kelly’s nipples.

Kelly was enjoying the attention she was getting.  “Mistress that feels good.”  Kelly said in a whispery voice.  “Mmmmm my pussy is getting wet Mistress.”  She could feel her legs actually start to get weak, and then she felt the clamps get attached to her nipples.  Instantaneously she sucked in a deep breath of air and tried to not cry out.

Derek wished that he wasn’t restrained at that moment because right now he had three horny women in front of him and all he could do was watch.  “Mistress what about me, will the only thing I get to do is watch you get their pussies wet?”  Derek asked and then realized that she wanted him to not make any noise.  Immediately he saw Michelle release Kelly’s nipples and start to walk along the side of the bed towards where he was laying.  He realized that when ever Michelle done something that she was told not to do that he always punished her.  Right now though he didn’t see anyway that she could punish him since he still had his shorts on and was lying on his back.  What, if anything, could she possibly do to him right then.

“Didn’t I tell you to not say a word? I’m sure that I did and apparently you don’t know how to listen to what you are told to do.  Children are punished for not listening and the way I see it you should be punished also.”

Michelle walked back down towards Jackie and Kelly.  Immediately she released them from their restraints and told them to take off their blindfolds.  She watched as both women uncovered their eyes and became accustomed to the lighting in the room.  Once their eyes adjusted she told them that they are to follow every command exactly.

Jackie and Kelly stood there looking at Derek lying on the bed with his hands tied above his head.  Each of them looked him over from head to toe, studying every inch of his body from his gorgeous hair, to his chest, then his prominent bulge in his shorts and down along his muscular legs, down to his feet.  Immediately both of them were imagining his hard cock inside any of their orifices that he wanted to slide it in to.

Suddenly both of them felt a stinging sensation across their asses.  When they both turned around they found Michelle standing there with the flogger in her hand, ready to strike at both of them if need be. 

“Now that I have your attention again maybe I can continue telling you what you need to start doing.”

“Slave Jackie, you will remove the little bit of clothes that he is wearing.  Once he is lying there naked don’t get any ideas of having some fun with him.  He didn’t do as I told him so now he needs to be punished.”

“Yes Mistress I understand.”  Jackie replied.

“Slave Kelly, you will go and restrain his ankles to the bottom posts of the bed.  You will find the restraints behind me on the chair.  Make sure that they are secure.  I would hate to have to punish the both you also, even though I am sure that I would enjoy every minute of it.”

“Yes Mistress I understand.”  Kelly replied to Mistress Michelle with a slight bow of her head.

“Now, both of you get started.  The sooner he is ready the sooner I can commence with his punishment.”  Michelle immediately left the room and headed out of the playroom

When she returned she found both Jackie and Kelly fighting to get his other ankle in the restraint.  She could see that he was just doing it to be an ass and immediately she walked over next to Derek and brought the straps of the flogger down hard across his legs, instantaneously causing Derek to quit what he was doing and just laid still.

Derek was surprised by her actions.  He thought that she wasn’t serious about any of this and never expected her to actually use the flogger on him.  He was sorely wrong in assuming that and wished he had done what he was told.  He lifted his head and tried to look down to were the straps had connected with his legs and noticed that if she would have been another six inches higher she would have brought the straps down across his cock and balls.   Derek cringed at the thought of that.

Once he quit pulling and pushing his leg in all directions, Jackie and Kelly were finally able to attach the restraint to his ankle.  Once they were finished both women backed away.  “Mistress Michelle, we are finished with what you wanted us to do.”

“Thank you.  Both of you shall be rewarded in a way of my choosing.”  Michelle informed them.

“Now how should I punish you?” Michelle said while looking at Derek.  “What would be an appropriate way to teach you to be good and do as you’re told? Let me see, I think I know of the perfect way to do this.” Michelle said while walking around to the other side of the bed, slapping the flogger across her hand with every step. She fought to not laugh when she saw Derek flinch a little when she slapped it against her hand.

Derek liked using the flogger on others but when it came to it being used on him he would have rather had a finger smashed with a hammer.  Right now there wasn’t much he could do to stop her from using it on him some more, so all he could think of was to somehow try and prepare for anymore lashings that she might intend to give him.

Michelle climbed up on the bed next to Derek and laid down next to him.  “Girls come over here, I have come up with a way to punish him and it won’t even involve inflicting anymore pain on him.”  She watched as they walked over to where she was laying and waited for their Mistress to give her next command.

This didn’t make any sense to Derek.  How did she intend to punish him without inflicting any pain? He laid there and watched the girls walk over to the side of the bed, never once saying a word.  He didn’t mind though, because now he was able to get an even better look at them.  When he looked at each girl’s pussy he could see a slight glint of wetness from when Michelle was playing with their pussies and tits.  He was certain that he would enjoy tasting both of them and definitely wanted that chance.  He never realized that he was licking his lips in anticipation of that chance. 

Michelle noticed him licking his lips.  She knew immediately what he was thinking and also knew he wasn’t getting either of the girls, or her, until she decided the time was right.  Slowly she spread her legs and slid her hand down and over her pussy.  She already knew she was wet but she still had to touch herself. 

“Mmmmmmm that feels good.  Now let’s see, which one of you will it be? Kelly come over here and put your tongue to use on my pussy.  I want to feel your tongue all over it.”

“Yes Mistress.”  Kelly replied.  Immediately she had her head down between Michelle’s legs and breathed in the wonderful sent of wet pussy.  Slowly she started running her tongue around the outer lips, gently flicking it over Michelle’s skin.  Once she made a complete circle she started licking from the bottom up to her clit.  She could taste Michelle’s juices and knew that if she shoved her tongue inside that sweet pussy that she would be able to lap up a lot more.  She didn’t want that just yet.  Instead she headed straight to Michelle’s clit and began flicking her tongue across it somewhat roughly.  She listened as Michelle began moaning every time her tongue flicked over her swollen clit.

Michelle was thoroughly enjoying the attention her pussy was receiving.  Even after the other day at work when Kelly ate her pussy, she still had trouble believing that she would enjoy having a woman do that to her.  She could see that Jackie was waiting very patiently for her Mistress to give her a command.  “Slave Jackie, my breasts need some attention.  Why don’t you come and take care of them for me.  I’m sure you will enjoy doing that.”

Jackie immediately smiled when her Mistress finished talking.  “Yes Mistress Michelle, I will enjoy doing that for you.  I will do my best to please you.”  Slowly Jackie sat on the edge of the bed and cupped one of Michelle’s breasts in her hand.  Slowly she started gently kneading her fingers around the succulent flesh in her hand.  She watched as Michelle’s nipples began to get completely erect from the pleasure her and Kelly was giving their Mistress.  Slowly she lowered her mouth down and wrapped her lips around the hard nipple and began flicking her tongue over it roughly.  Instantly she heard Michelle take in a deep breath and knew she was giving her what she wanted. 

Derek wasn’t sure how long he was going to be able to last while watching them.  Already he could feel pre-cum seeping out of his cock and onto his belly.  Just watching Kelly eating Michelle’s pussy and Jackie sucking Michelle’s breasts was driving him crazy.  Now he knows how she was going to punish him without inflicting any pain on him.

Michelle looked out the corner of her eye and watched as Derek stared at the sight next to him.  She so badly wanted to set him free so he could join in but she was having way too much fun right then with Jackie and Kelly.

After about ten minutes of Jackie and Kelly pleasuring her she commanded them to stop.  “Jackie, it looks like Kelly has made a sticky mess of her face.  Clean her face off for her.”

“Yes Mistress.  It will be my pleasure to clean face.”  Jackie pulled Kelly over to her and started licking her face and under her chin.  While she did that she lowered her one hand down to Kelly’s pussy.  Before she touched her she looked over at her Mistress.  “Mistress, is it okay we play with each other?”

“Yes, but just for a little while.”

“Thank you Mistress.”  Both girls said in unison.

Jackie immediately went back to cleaning Kelly’s face and started to also run her fingers along the slit of Kelly’s hairless pussy.  Feeling a pussy that’s been shaved, or even waxed, made her feel like such a naughty girl because she was always raised that any hair you grew down there, stayed down there.  “That was hair that wasn’t supposed to be removed because if helped to cover up a woman’s private parts.” like her mom always said..  She had a very strange family and Kelly was glad that she never turned out like they did.  Living this type of life was a hell of a lot more fun.

Kelly’s whole body was starting to tingle all over.  Every chance she got she would shove her tongue into Jackie’s mouth and enjoy the sweet taste from her tongue.  She was beginning to breathe harder.

Michelle noticed the change in Kelly’s breathing, stood up next to her and whispered something in her ear.  The only other one that was close enough to hear what Michelle told Kelly was Jackie, who immediately asked her Mistress in a hushed voice, if she should do the same thing.  Michelle nodded in agreement.

Michelle started removing the nipple clips from the girl’s breasts.  She didn’t want to take a chance of one of them having a massive orgasm and then someone loosing an eye because the other person’s nipple clip jabbed through someone’s eye and they ended up being injured.  With clips in her hand, she backed away and watched as the rest of the events unfolded.

Jackie grabbed Kelly’s hand and shoved it towards her pussy.  She was so horny that she just couldn’t take it anymore and wanted someone to play with her pussy also.  When she felt three of Kelly’s fingers being shoved inside her, completely up to the last knuckles, she bit down on Kelly’s bottom lip.  Not hard mind you, just enough to have a hold of it.  She knew right away that neither one of them was going to last much longer.

Derek laid there watching everything.  Even though he wasn’t participating physically with them, he was still getting very close to shooting his load all over his stomach.  If he did cum all over himself it would be a first time he had ever done that without him stroking his cock or from having sex with a woman.

Michelle was getting close to cumming also but nobody else even noticed.  The girls were too involved with each other and Derek was lost in watching Kelly and Jackie.  She suddenly heard both girls start moaning very loudly.  They had completely quit kissing and licking each other and their fingers were thrusting into each others pussies at a high rate of speed.  She watched as both girls’ eyes flew open wide and they announced they were getting ready to cum.

They did exactly like they were told.  Immediately, they both climbed over Derek, Jackie’s pussy over his face and Kelly’s over his crotch.  Never once did their pussies come in contact with him.  Suddenly they both let out a loud cry and their orgasm started.  Their juices splashed all over Derek from his head to his crotch.  Their fingers were thrusting in and out of their pussies the whole time.  Their orgasms seemed to last forever. 

That was all it took.  Having two beautiful girls shooting their pussy juice all over him and their pussies just beyond his reach put him over the edge.  Derek started shooting his cum onto his belly and up towards his chest.  Thick streams shot out of his cock in long ropes.  He could feel how warm in felt against his stomach and then started to feel something else.  Someone started squirting all over him.  When he opened his eyes he found out that it was Michelle.  Some how she had climbed up on the bed and straddled him between his chest and stomach and began to have her own orgasm also. 

When Michelle’s orgasm subsided she laid down on top of Derek with Jackie and Kelly lying on either side of him.  “Well Master did you like my surprise for you? I hope you’re not too upset with me? As you can see I even brought some play toys for the both of us.  I hope you like them? I know I do.”

Derek tried so hard to make like he was still upset with her tying him down like she did. But after everything that just happened he couldn’t even pretend to be mad.  He looked Michelle in the eyes and told her, “Thank you my little slave.  You have made your Master very happy.  I’m just wondering when I get to actually touch them instead of being on the sideline and just watching.”  Derek never got a response. 

Michelle, Jackie and Kelly were sound asleep and Derek was still restrained to the bed.  Derek could already hear their rhythmic breathing.  He tried to rock his body back and forth to try to wake them but it was useless.  He was just going to have to wait till they awoke later on.  This was an experience he was sure that he would never forget.

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Exploring April part II

THOMASCAN on BDSM Stories

 

 

            I took a dinning room chair to the living room and placed it in the center of the room the back facing the TV then got out her video recorder and placed the tripod so her chair was center stage.  Afterward I walked out to the garage and garden area looking for the raw materials to tie her and cause pain, but found only a hundred feet of clothesline rope and a couple of other items.

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spacerun: yes">  Re-entering the living room April is standing there examining the chair’s placement and looking far too eager and perky for what is planned.  I order her to sit in the chair and she does as I explore more of her home.  In the bathroom closet I find just what I need to get started and I head back into the living area and her chair. 

            “You masturbate a lot, right?”

            She seemed shocked but nodded dumbly.

            “Do it for me now!”

            Slowly both hands went to her sex and she began to toy with her labia.  I turned on the camera then sat down on the sofa and watched her my cock hard once more.  Soon her fingers were a rapidly moving blur on her clit, her hips moving and back arching up and she pleasured herself.  Now that she was aroused I questioned her. 

“How often do you masturbate?”

“Every day.  Often more than once.”

“Do you use sex toys?”

“Yes.”

“Where are they?”

“In the bedside table.”

“Don’t you dare cum until I come back.”

Checking her sex toys I found three basic vibrators, one really large suction cup vibrator with a raised clitoral stimulator and a very basic pair of screw adjusted nipple clamps. Taking the large vibrator and the clamps I walked back to the living room where April is writhing in frustration holding herself off from her climax.  Seeing me, she attacked her clit and was over the edge of her orgasm in seconds, sighing and moaning her wetness clearly visible on her fingers.

     “Well it would seem you are already quite into what we have planned. Please look at the camera and while I explain what I think you are asking for.  I am getting ready to restrain you and this is going to be the last easy exit from this pathway.  You want me to hurt you, to torture you sexually to let you experience not only someone else controlling you, but forcing you to get your pleasure in the midst of pain.  You expressed your limits, no severe injury like broken bones, but you want to experience real, significant, perhaps even agonizing pain, and don’t mind welts, bruising and similar damage even though they might leave some scaring, although I will try not to break the skin surface in anything we do.  You do not want a safe word or motion whereby you can end the action if it gets too painful for you.  You realize that ropes and restraints will leave marks as well and that I will be sexually using your body with nothing off limits.  Are you sure about all this or would you like to reconsider.”

“Are you kidding?  Tom, I have fantasized about this for years.  You’re they only one I could surrender so completely to without worrying they might kill me in the heat of the moment.  No matter how much I scream or cry keep going.  Force me beyond what I think I can do.  If I should pass out keep going. Use and abuse me as the dirty slut I am deep down.  Do what you will to me and let me be your victim.  Hurt me bad.  I need this.  I have been a bad girl.

“Stand up!”

Taking the rope I began by binding her breasts.  I wrapped the rope painfully tight about the lovely round softness of her twin mounds until the both stuck perfectly outward from her chest the skin tight from the pressure and beginning to both swell from the restricted blood flow cause by the ropes.  Blood could flow into her breasts, but it was harder getting it out and her white skin was turning a deep purple and becoming taut from the swelling.

Once her breasts were dealt with I placed the suction cup toy in such a place that she had to straddle the chair facing the wrong way her chest toward the low chair back to impale herself upon it.  As the tip found her opening she gasped out.  “I’ve never been able to take the whole thing. It was a gag gift from my bachelorette party, not something intended to be really fucked.”

“Well we are going to see if things are different today,” I told her as I pressed her down onto the huge artificial cock.  While made of soft material the vibrator must have been some 10 inches long and probably eight inches around with the head even larger.  I wasn’t surprised such a tiny girl hard never tried to force it in but she was trying now and at last after many, many thrusts she had the thing buried deep enough where the clitoral stimulator was where it belonged. 

Forcing her to stay still, while deeply impaled, I took out the athletic support bandages I’d found in her bathroom and carefully wrapped them about her arms so that in the end each whole arm was secured from just below the shoulder to the wrist against the chair back’s outer spindles.  In this position her now purple breasts hung proudly out over the chair back.  Using the same type of restraint I secured her legs in a frog like position to the lower chair, but I was unhappy because she could still move her chest and hips enough to cause problems so I walked out to my truck and came back with some webbed cargo straps and their ratchets.  I used on over her hips to press her further unto the intruding toy in her pussy and then used a second to make sure her chest movement was not such as to change to location of her breasts.  Next I blindfolded her with scarf.  Gathering the other items I had found I reached down and turn on the sex toy. 

I didn’t have to wait long for she cried out in shock and then pleasure as the little clitoral stimulator began working on her center of pleasure.  Taking her nipple clamps I sucked on each of her hard tips then applied the clamp each gaining a deep pained moan.  I allowed her to adjust to this sensation then removed them and tightened the screw and reapplied them to her nipples this time getting a pained yip from her as she realized the crushing effect of the now tight clamps.  I toyed with them bringing her more pain and pleasure twisting and tugging on the clamps and as I did so I noted the little rubber protectors seemed removable so when I took them off the next time I slid them off revealing serrated teeth in the alligator clamp.  I tightened them all the way and replaced the tips.  I wanted her to see this.  Holding them in front of her I removed the protective covers and then placed the first on her left nipple.  The moment I allowed the pressure to close April began to thrash against her bounds screaming in pain and panic.  Even on five acres I could hardly have the police respond to reports of a screaming woman so I grabbed the nearest item I could—her panties and tied them in place with another scarf from her dresser as a gag, then I examined her nipple.  The teeth we deeply indented into the sensitive skin but she was not bleeding so I placed the second one and watched her suffer.  In about ten minutes her muffled cried changed tones and I thought the vibrator might be doing it job.  I shoved a finger up her ass just in time to feel the contractions of her orgasm.

Great, I thought she has cum in pain.  Now it was time for more severe pain.  Removing the clamps I allowed her nipple to recover their sensitivity and then prepared to use one of the items from the garage.   Out on a shelf I had notice this oversized mousetrap, not quite a rattrap it was nevertheless markedly larger than the standard mousetrap.  The spring was very stiff and strong when I tested it and now I pulled it back and aimed carefully, letting it snap shut on her right nipple.

Her whole body jerked in agony.  She tried desperately to move anything to escape the paint that sprang from a point that usually yielded pleasure.  He mouth opened in muffled screams.  I pulled the trap off the nipple without opening it, allowing it to crush the very sensitive tip as it at last snapped free.  She sat there breathing in shallow, rapid gasps not knowing what was coming next but trying to prepare mentally for the next onslaught of pain suddenly taking this seriously.  I could tell by her body language she expected I would move on and do the same thing to the other nipple so I pulled back the metal mechanism and snapped it shut once more on the same nipple. Her whole body stiffed and clenched, but the noise this time was different and it took me a moment to realize she’d just cum again.

I soon fell into a pattern working both nipples and the areola surrounding them. After a few snaps the crushed nipples began to swell with bruising.  I had to be careful to turn the trap this way and that so that no single area of the nipples or surrounding tissue received too many blows and tore.  By the time they’d each received maybe two dozen crushing impacts them whole nipple structure, areolas included was erotically swollen and puffy, sticking out a good inch and a half from the surrounding breasts.  The pace couldn’t be rushed and I wasn’t sure how far to push my friend.  I knew from her reactions I had her in agony a good portion of the time, but over the two hours of nipple torture she kept climaxing about every 15 minutes.  Even this I discovered was torture for her, because after she peaked her clit was super sensitive like most women’s are, but in her current position the direct stimulation to her clit continued unabated and she had to endure to until her body would calm down and begin building for another climax which the whole cycle taking some 15 minutes. 

By the time her nipples looked like any more might make them bleed, April’s appearance had markedly altered.  Her hair, in fact her whole body was soaked in sweat.  Her head lolled to the side except in the agonizing periods ever few minutes when the trap would crush her nipples.  In the chair the vibrator stood in a sea of her juices.  It was time to move on.  Slowly I disconnected her from the chair and helped her onto her feet.  She leaned heavily against me as I brought her to the bed and laid her down.  I got a towel and dried her off.  After a drink she looked better.  But I wasn’t yet done even though she thought so. 

Gathering towel razor and other supplies I settled between her legs and shaved her vulva until she was completely bare.  I knew this would make her super sensitive.  Her four poster bed was perfect for what I had in mind, but my cock was on fire after two hours of off and on erections while tormenting her nipples.  So I fucked her newly shaved pussy leaving another deposit deep within her.  She was so tired she was completely passive allowing me to use her as I would.  Even when I masturbated her as I fucked her willing pussy she just allowed the orgasm to take her without much movement. 

At last I got her back on her feet at the foot of the bed and tied her arms very tight and firm to the upright posts.  Her legs were then spread and tied as far apart as possible, increasing the strain on her arms.  I could see her examining her damaged nipples in the mirrored headboard.  I re-gagged her and then brought in the switches I’d cut outside.  She looked at me in panic, but I ignored her worries and selecting a long limber branch I showed it to her.  The noise of the switch moving through the air seemed to terrify her as much as the impact.  Her exhausted body seemed to leap forward in her bindings as the bright red stripe appeared on her buttocks.  Selecting a slow steady pace in the next few minutes I had her butt and backs of her thighs covered.  She sagged her weight on her arms as I studied her the tracks of her tears plain on her cheeks.

I wanted her standing on her feet for what was to come but she was slow to respond when I mentioned this, so stepping behind her slumped form I took careful aim at her newly shaved slit and struck her as hard as I could.  Even through the gag I could hear her agonized screams coming one after another in an endless wail of suffering.  She was standing now and I carefully covered her breasts with stripes from the switches.  Then with well-aimed blows I did the same to utra-sensitive and newly shaved public mound.

Walking out to the living room I found the pair of vise-grips I had brought in earlier.  Now it was time for the final agony, time to raise her pain to another level.  The vice grips would literally crush whatever I clamped and I opened them slightly not wanting to destroy but to crush and hurt her most delicate structures.  Picking her left nipple I crushed it in the pliers until they locked.  April spasmodically jerked this way and that trying anything to escape the heavy crushing pressure of the vice grip that now dangled from her nipple pulling and tugging with every movement causing even more pain. Her voice nothing more than a thin wail of misery behind the gag.

After watching her for a couple minutes I reached out and released the vise grip listening as her gasping cry of agony changed to muffled sobs.  After another few minutes I placed the vice grips on the other nipple.  I looked at her wondering it I should continue but there was nothing in her eyes to guide me just her desperation to avoid more pain, but she had requested I push her beyond this level so I crushed this nipple as well.  She screamed out and then slumped, passed out from the pain, I realized.  Just as well.

I removed the vice grips from her nipple and sat on the floor between her legs. Pulled up on the skin above her clit exposed it and while she was out cold I clamped the vice grips on her tender clit.  Leaving it dangle I got some water to woke her up with a cup of water to the face and couple of jaw ringing slaps.  If she’d been in panic before she was frantic now, but there was no escape from the crushing steel on her clit or the heavy wrench’s weight dangling from her organ. 

Using the towel I dried her ass from all the fluids pouring from her pussy then positioning myself at her opening then I began and long hard process of dry fucking her in the ass.  I’d never realized before just how painful it is for the guy to fuck a woman in her unlubed anus.  She was so tight I thought my cock would break and at last I oilded my tool for my comfort more than hers and soon as inside her and thrusting as her flesh clung to me with every movement I couldn’t last too long and in fifteen minutes I felt her begin to climax, her spasms lifting over the edge into huge contractions of pleasure pouring my juices into her backside.  As I withdrew I reached around and removed the pair of vice grips that had so tormented her clit.  I untied her and she collapsed in a heap on the floor murmuring, crying and moaning.  I bodily had to pick her up and place her in the bed.   Toweling her down I saw her smile tiredly. 

“It was worse and better than I ever imagined.”

“You need to sleep.”

“I will.  You’re going to stay aren’t you?”

“Of course I will.”

“Just one more thing, before I sleep.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve done so many things I never even thought about.  I need some normalcy.”

“Everything is over.  Things are back to normal. What else do you need?”

“ I need you…” she trailed off sleepily, then continued, “to fuck me!”

I smiled as I climbed on top. 

 

Part three to follow

 

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Torture vacation

kremey on BDSM Stories

This is a long (5000 word) fictional account for adult enjoyment as a fantasy.  It contains graphic portrayals of female sexual torture.  If you are offended by such please do not read on.

 

 

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ize="5">Not that long ago I was talking with, Bruce, a man who is much in demand as a rather brutal trainer of sex slaves and our conversation turned to my stories going something like this:

“Tom, your stories are too sexual and not rough enough for those of us on the SM side of aisle.  Even your bondage stories are seeped in overtly considerate sexuality, rather than demanding, even brutal punishment.  What I can’t figure is why you have so women writing you who want you to use them.”

 

“That’s easy.  Unlike you Bruce, or a lot of others in the scene, I do not punish to feed my own fetish or arousal. I don’t get off on causing pain.  I do it to enjoy the woman’s sexual response. 

 

Therefore, reason women want me to take them sexually is that with me, there is no worry that I will lose control and really hurt, or worse, kill them, when lost in the heat of arousal.  It is because I am not overly turned on by being the dominant that I am one seen by many – especially first timers, as a safe person for testing the waters.”

 

“Well try writing something that explores the delight in pain for its own sake.  You never know where it might lead”

 

I thought about what Bruce suggested and decide to try it.  Bruce – here it is.

 

 

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Many years ago there was a flourishing business in specialized sex tourism in certain, mainly Asian countries, that catered to the wealthy in the US and Europe and no desire was too difficult for them to fulfill.  This was long before the term sex tours had been coined and decades before laws would forbid such activities.  Nor were they the cheap go and fuck an underage kid in another country, for next to nothing, business that ruined the trade in recent years.

 

A friend suggested I might enjoy the “family plan” at Tai Plantation Resort and explore the sadistic side of my nature, so I contacted them and while what the rather large price included was not fully spelled out, I gathered that this resort only had one resident guest at any one time and that as a guest I would be amply supplied with submissive sex partners who were theirs to utilized in any way they saw fit.  From what I was told I expected to be given a couple of young adult siblings and the idea of exploring a pair of women from the same family excited me.

 

When I arrived I was introduced to two lovely and very naked young women.  Nee wore long hair down her back extending just over the upper curve of her buttocks.  Her breasts were tiny, less than A cup in size, with small, but markedly erect and very sensual looking nipples.  Her vulva was hairless with no visible hint of her inner labia. (which I would later discover were tiny)

 

Next to her was her polar opposite.  Yule had short hair, an hourglass figure and the largest breasts I had ever seen on a woman her size.  They dominated her chest and torso like two oblong basketball sized but oblong spheres, topped with wide-spreading areolas and perky nipples.  Her vulva too, was completely bald with large inner labia protruding visibly.

 

Their English was fair and their attitudes wonderful.  There were, I discovered to be my personal companions while I was there.  They would service my sexual needs as I wished and serve as my assistants when I participated with my ordered submissives.  They gave me a tour of the oceanfront property and then we returned to my room where they ran me a lovely bath in a huge tub and then bathed me and with me.  Afterwards I enjoyed the tight wetness of their female passages, their bodies thrusting with me back and forth until I had left them each a creamy white deposit deep inside their pink wetness.  Then I told them to pleasure each other which they eagerly did leaving me breathless with arousal and enjoyment as they climaxed repeatedly.    At last they came up for air and seeing my erect hardness they took turns sucking my member to completion one licking my excess juices from the face of the one who had received my powerful streams of white cream.  Then with all of us naked they took me on a tour of the dungeon.

 

There were a number of adjoining rooms each with it’s own supply of floggers, ropes, and clamps in addition to various sex toys.  These were not all for pleasure, but items designed to do real damage such as thumbscrews, flesh rakes, and sharp tipped whips for flaying the skin.  I wondered how much of this was for show and the girl explained that those procured for my pleasure we destined to be severely tortured.  Most subs require extensive recovery after a  session  

 

“You mean they are hired knowing they will be hurt, knowing they will carry the scars?  This is not usual in submissive people – even those who are really into pain”

         

“Oh No.” Yule, began, “Do not concern yourself on their account. We are hired and professionals and you may not do anything to us unless we approve, but they are not.  Nor are they submissive in orientation.  They are yours to break and torture in any way you desire.  Dominate masters, such as yourself are usually very controlled, after all you must be if you are to avoid trouble with the laws in your own country, is this not true?”

 

I nodded and she continued,  “They are not innocent victims.  They are here to be punished.  They have in some way disobeyed the provincial Lord showing the evil taint in their families and without the exceptional mercy granted them by this punishment would have been killed.  The government has seen fit to enter into this agreement with the Tai Plantation Resort’s owners and hence provides us with the most unusual experience for the client and satisfies the government’s desire to extract punishment and payment from otherwise useless citizens.  You are indeed fortunate because of our influence we gain only the most perfectly suited people for our needs and yours.  Those secured for your use, are mostly young and beautiful, all members of a family of six.   They have been being prepared for the last few weeks and we plan for you to begin with them this evening after supper.”

 

“And what happens to them afterward?”

 

“If they do well and our client is happy with they service and suffering – they may be freed, although they may never be fully trusted by officials, so far none have ever violated the laws after their time with us.  Some have gone on to professional sex careers”

 

That evening they dressed in black leather g-strings and Yule wore a shelf bra to better display her huge breasts. Both recommended I go naked.  My cock was already growing semi-erect in anticipation so I delighted in the idea of being free of constricting clothing and hence followed my girls – which was how I thought of them, already the two seemed to be mine, and together we walked to the chambers where they recommended we begin in a flogging room with huge wooden post about the shape of a telephone pole with numerous rings for securing the sub.  Then they left me for a minute or two while they escorted in the woman.

 

As they walked her toward me I sensed two things.  She was clearly submitted to her fate never looking up, and two, that she was no great beauty.  She was in fact an older woman probably pushing into her 40’s with large breasts that flopped downward and what had once been an hourglass figure nor hidden under a layer of baby fat never quite lost and times several babies.  She was not unattractive sexually, in fact she had a great butt, however she was toughened by life and she’d be a job to break.

 

I walked over to her and ran my hands over her body lifting her breasts by the nipples, making her moan in pain cause by the still responsive tips being crushed between my fingers.  Then ordering her legs apart I spent some time feeling up her womanhood which was I discovered had been shaved remarkably smooth and was also remarkably wet with arousal.  Either because of or in spite of her fears (and she had to know she was going to be sexually tortured) she was getting turned on.  “All the better,” I thought.

 

Yule guided her to the post.  I noticed the lower half of the 12-foot post was studded with knobs and understood their use when Nee called me over to a cabinet against the far wall.  In an open drawer she showed me what must have been a score or more dildos of various sizes ranging from large to inhumanly massive all of which had based designed to fit the knobs on the whipping post thus stimulating the victim or depending on the size adding markedly to their agony.  Nee held up her recommendation, which on first glance I was sure would rip our gal in two.  Penis shaped with a huge shaft, I guessed it was some 10 inches around which would be near 3 inches in diameter.  By way of comparison I knew my cock only measured 6.5 inches around this monster dong was a good foot in length topped with a big flaring head that must add another inch in width.  Arching up from the base was a clitoral stimulator that looked like it could make the most prudish woman wanton.  There was nothing I could do but nod my approval.

 

Next she opened a lower drawer and encouraged me to select what ever nipple clamps I desired.  Looking carefully I saw a number of which I had never seen before, but was captivated by a pair with three rows of alligator like steel teeth on each side of the strongly sprung alligator clamps. With these in hand she walked toward the lady and carefully blindfolded her.  Then Yule grabbed a heavy rope that hung from a huge ring set on the top of the post and carefully making sure of its position turned to the woman.   This woman whose hands were in padded leather restraints made no move to object or protest when Nee unclipped them and had her raise them above her head careful helping Yule tie the rope to the ring on each wrist and double knotting for security.  At first I wondered at her submissive attitude when I had been assured this was not her orientation and then realized, just as she must have, that there was no escape and only death awaited her whole family should any of them fail the program.

 

With the rope secured to the victim and looped through the post ring, Yule told me to walk over to the other wall where the rope ended, which I did finding power winch.  The controls were on a simple joystick that I raised and the winch, which was geared very low and slow, gradually removed all the slack form the line where I stopped.  The woman stood uncertain.  With the blindfold in place she could nothing and tell nothing of what was to come.

 

Nee then took the nipple clamps and leaned over sucking the woman’s left nipple while Yule did the same to the right one.  Before long the woman was moaning in sexual pleasure, squirming in her restraints.  Then they both stopped and began to slap the woman’s tits with hard, stinging open hand blows as our victim cried out in fear and pain.  Then the girls applied the clamps and there was nothing gentle in their manner.  They didn’t slowly release the clamps, but positioned them and allowed them to snap shut, the sharp teeth biting into the responsive nipples and the woman stood for a long moment in a silent opening mouth scream, the pain so intense she’d yet to catch her breath and then begin issuing scream after scream of agony as her nipples were literally crushed in the non-yielding teeth of the clamps.

 

Yule then motioned me to elevate the woman so I moved the control and the slowly geared winch began to move dragging the restrained woman roughly up the post the various knobs poking her here the there at random the nipple clamp hanging up occasionally to tug cruelly at her tormented tips before pulling free.

 

Yule motioned me to stop when the woman’s hands were about 2/3 of the way to the top and then carefully placed the huge vibrating dildo onto it mounting knob.  I saw at once that the knobs were designed to hold the dildo upward at about a 50% angle, then Nee and Yule reached up and taking each ankle wrapped the legs around the pole until they ankles could be secured together.  Then a rope hanging from the other side was used to raise the legs until they were horizontal to the body as if our victim was sitting on the ground with her legs out straight in front of her.  Next Nee came over to me and told me that we should no lover her onto the dildo.  Se moved a selector switch to “slow” and engaged the winch which this time began slowly lowering the woman whose cries of agony had now moderated to ragged gasps of pain with each breath. 

 

Blindfolded she could not tell what was happening except that as her butt lowered her legs stayed tied so they seem to elevate as her body taking on the shape of a V moved downward her crouch forming the downward point of the V.  Only when she felt the massive dildo begin separating her labia she pulled up using her arms for leverage but she could only hold for so long and she was still being lowered and in spite of her efforts she screamed as the huge swollen head of the artificial penis entered her womanhood.  She moved this was and that writhing trying to get of this huge invader, but all that happened was it entering her ever deeper.   We paused for a while to watch her hopeless struggle and after the better part of an hour she was exhausted her body wet with perspiration and slowly she yielded to gravity and the rubber cock explored still deeper until at last it disappeared into her warm wet opening.  I walked over to look.  Her juices covered the dildos base and from below one could clearly see her vaginal muscles contracting and relaxing about the massive invader trying to find some comfort amid the pain of penetration.  The clitoral stimulating head was pressed right up the correct place so I turned it on. 

 

One would have though I had electrocuted the woman as the sudden sensations ripped through her body and she literally leaped about in her bounds moving this way and that on the artificial cock.  The girls and I sat on folding chairs to enjoy the show.    It was captivating to watch her struggle with and eventually surrender to the forces attacking her body – the nipple clamps, the huge dildo within her womanhood and not the vibrating, wiggling and squirming, device working her clit.  I reach a hand out toward the girls on both sides of me and pulling aside their thongs, I masturbated them as we watched their cries of pleasure mingling with the restrained woman’s climaxes

 

Then I walked over the selection of punishment devices and opted for a heavy switch that looked like Beech wood.  It was think enough to be brutally damaging and yet flexible so that I wouldn’t be breaking bones. About 5 feet long I eyed my victim and glanced at the girls whole had both removed their thongs and were shamelessly fingering their wet openings while watching me getting ready to punish the bitch.

 

Taking my position to the side I thought about what technique I should use after all I usually punished for pain and pleasure, but now I was not only free to punish for the pure delight of inflicting pain, but I was expected even encouraged to do so.  The girls had made it clear that most subjects were beaten severely and the nearly all would carry scars for the remainder of their life as the government intended so they would never disobey again. Hence I thought about it.  Should I build up slowly?  No! When you are trying to break someone this technique can backfire so they are nearly senseless when you reach severe levels better to shock them with the sudden understanding that you are truly torturing them.  So standing like a batter I took aim at her buttocks and swung hard.

 

The switch made a very satisfying swish through the air and an unbelievable lour crack on her flesh on impact.  She leaped forward; ramming the remaining rubber cock deep inside and her scream was one of pure agony. Which trailed off for another breath and then repeated over and over.  There appeared a vivid red strip, raised welt actually across the mid buttocks.  I waited until she calmed slightly and took aim just slightly lower and swung once more, suddenly aware I was becoming erect from her torment, surprise I was enjoying it and yet ready to explore my own feelings further.  Inflicting punishment was like the ultimate possession of the female body, like the moment my cock enters a woman for the first time, knowing that before the lovemaking ends, it will have explored her vagina, mouth, and anus.  But this was something more in the sense that I was experiencing the power-trip that must motivate killers I realized and yet I knew beyond all doubt that I was experiencing a once in a lifetime opportunity in this week at the resort and that I would learn all I could before returning to my usual sexual expressions.

 

I was sweating heavily when I finished the buttocks and thighs, but Nee and Yule interrupted me and bade me sit down and rest, then took up positions dark, leather whips in their hands and began to alternately cover the shrieking woman’s back with strips stopping before she began to really bled. 

 

Suddenly the woman fainted and Nee and Yule quickly brought her down from the post, removing the bounds and nipple clamps.  Calling the attendants to come wash her up and revive her for more torture in a little bit.  The attendants hauled the limp form away and then both girls knelt before me erection and sucked me to perfection taking some 25 minutes to relieve me a huge load licking my ball and my organ clean then suggesting we all go clean up and have something to eat before finishing our work with the woman.  I looked at my watch was realized it was past midnight, but instead of showering we all jumped in the pool, the cool refreshing water refreshing us.  Then after a nice snack we headed back to dungeon.  The girls and I had talk and everyone agreed that she should be placed in the torture stocks and that I should next torture her breasts and nipples, so we sent word to the attendants to have her ready.

 

Upon entering the room our subject was secured in the torture device.  Looking like a standing sarcophagus with its lid open the woman was carefully fitted inside the hollow heavy leather straps secured her wrists and her ankles, but it was the sarcophagus that I found most astonishing.  It was designed sort of like the old iron madden.  Along side the victim from both the back and front beds of razor sharp nails extended toward the encased victim allowing space for their body to reside inside without contact, as long as they do no move, but any movement will bring contact with the brutal points.  As I watched an adjustable crouch piece was being fitted that placed scores of nail tips a fraction of an inch from the women’s vulva, threatening to cause agonizing pain to her everything between her legs if she moved very much.  When all was set the attendants slowly closed the front being careful with their movements so as not the bring any of the painful surfaces in contact with the woman’ skin. 

 

I immediately noted the front was open over her chest and Nee and Yule each grabbed a tit and made sure they were fully extended outside the box. Then they carefully padded the edges of the sarcophagus where the breasts extended outward with cotton batting building it up on the underside so the women’s breasts in the end were held outward as is on offering.  Nee brought me a flesh tearing whip with sharp tips, but I couldn’t consider it.  If I did that our session would be over and I still wanted to torture the woman’s sex its self.

 

Instead I walked over the selection of switches and whips and selected a very springy bundle of sauna twigs and then saw a few fresh branches of some type of thorn.  The exact plant I was not sure of, but it resembled a long stem rose branch about three feet long and sporting ½ inch triangular thorns, but how to hold it for the beating I wasn’t sure until Yule came over and in a drawer found a stout pair of leather gloves.  Putting these on I approached my victim and laid a stoke across her breasts.  She howled, jerked and howled once more as the sharpened nails met her tender flesh.  My stroke left a reddened path punctuated with bright red blood spots where the thorns had entered her flesh.  Excited I beat her tits accompanied by her continual screams until first one and then the next and finally the last switch became too frayed for further use. 

 

 I looked at the lovely horizontal pattern.  Blood had seemed from hundreds of punctures and colored the cotton a deep red.  Taking the sauna twig bundle, I step in front of her and began beating her tits in a vertical down stroke with as much force as I could muster cutting the flesh and causing what must had been agonizing pain.  At last when her screams trailed off to moans I figured I’d done all I could with the whips and walked back to the drawer where I’d seen some things that interested me.   Taking a large diameter, 8 inch long cutting needle with hole in it’s tip, I worked in through the right nipple as the woman weakly struggled.  I left it dangle and walking over to the storage area I took out a knife.  Both Nee and Yule looked at each other as if wondering if I was planning to start skinning the woman, but I just took one of the many candles and stripped the wax off freeing about 8 inches of wick.  This I cut in half and setting the wicks aside I took the matches and lit a half dozen candle and then taking the wicks I placed on in the needle opening and pulled it back through the nipple leaving about 2 inches hanging out on either side of the now pierced nipple and then repeated the procedure on the left nipple.  I then told the girls I wanted the woman lying down almost like she was having a pelvic exam.  Calling in the attendants they removed the woman from the casket-like enclosure and for the first time we could see her whole body was bloody and scrapped from the nails as if her while body had become one giant abrasion.  The attendants got our a hose and washed the woman off and we could see the except for her breasts the damage was all superficial, but would be undoubtedly painful for many days to come

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The woman was lying on her back her legs secure, pulled way back and spread apart for easy access.  She was back far enough that her labia gapped open and her puckered anal opening were clearly exposed.  At the moment though, I got burning candle and began dripping hot wax over her newly pierced nipples, stopping after a moment to position the wicks transecting her sensitive buds so they pointed upward then built up the wax layer over her nipples. While I did this the girls were busy between her legs.  They had inserted a large butt plug in her asshole and were working her toward orgasm with a hand held vibrator which didn’t take to long.  Even though the woman fought against it, the girls were far too skilled at sexual stimulation to allow her any respite and aggressively attacked her sensitive bud post orgasm as the woman begged them to stop, but they forced her onward and before many minutes passed they had forced a second and then a whole series of climaxes from the confused and tormented woman.  She hated us for torturing her.  Her body was in more pain than she’d ever known and yet we forced her to climax more than she’d ever known she was capable of doing. 

 

When the girls had forced sexual responses from her tormented and over-stimulated clitoris until she was climaxing almost at any touch Nee came to me while Yule continued the stimulation and said she was ready to be pussy whipped.  Together we walled over to the selection of floggers and whips.  I picked up a flogger, but Nee shook her head, handing me the most severely punishing tool I had ever seen.  While only seven feet long including the handle, the 4 ends were fitted with large metal barbs, designed to tear and cut.   I had Nee show the woman the nasty tips of the whip and then explain that I was going to light the wicks in her nipples and the only way to put them out was for her to beg me to use the whip on her nipples.  Her eyes rolled in panic casting about the room as if looking for escape but there would be none and she was bound tightly.  My cock was solid and hard and thought about fucking her ass whole before starting but Nee read my thought and said, ”She doesn’t deserve your cock, we will take care of all your needs.”

 

So moving to the foot of table the woman was restrained on I asked Yule to stop and she moved out of the way leaving the woman’s sex exposed and wet.  I asked Nee to light the wicks and she grinned wickedly delighting in the pains she was about to cause.  The woman was wild when Nee lit both ends of each wick even though the flame was not even touching the skin – yet!  She was so distracted by being set aflame that she didn’t see me prepare the first blow, but the ends of the whip cutting into her shaved vulva and clitoral hood awoke her to the fact. 

 

Her body was so trained to respond after the last several minutes that she climaxed in the micro-second before the pain sensations reached her brain.  We all laughed at her contorted and screaming form, clearly confused by the mixed sensations forced upon her.  I altered my aim the next few blows working to get the weighted tips inside her vaginal opening, learning to flex my hand back after impact and soon was rewarded by seeing her whole vulva and thighs split by score of lacerations that bled freely as she screamed non- stop but the candles wicks were still burning and soon the pain in her nipples would get her attention.

 

My next stroke of the whip caught the base of the but plug as I pulled it back and it ripped violently out of anus causing the loudest scream yet, followed by a trickle of fresh blood form her torn opening.  Suddenly the flame was low enough to her skin to cause pain and she began screaming for us to put it out. 

 

Do you want the whip? Nee asked?

 

“Anything?  Please!” More screams and begging.

 

Taking aim at her left breast I flailed the whip into it jerking back, ripping and tearing her already abused orbs.  The flame faltered and recovered.  I brought the whip down and second and third time before the tiny flame died.  Then I aimed for the other nipple.  Here the wax was well alight the whole dark nipple glowing pink in the light.  It took several strokes to fully extinguish the flames and by the time I finished the woman as lying incoherent and limp, mumbling unintelligibly.  Nee called for the attendant to come and take her to the government hospital prison wing and they quickly carry her out.

 

I looked at Yule and she is rubbing her self and cupping her breasts with her other hand.  My cock is still hard and I realize that it wasn’t about sex as much as power, but now I want to use the power of sex for mutual pleasure rather than pain.  Yule and Nee come and walk with me back toward out quarters.  Nee stops up by a otherwise plain door and opens a small viewing window and I realize it is one way glass.  She motions me to look in and there laying nude on a bed is one of the most perfectly formed young women I’ve ever seen, her large firm breasts pointing skyward, nipples topping them like snow on mountains and a flat belly and shaved vulva making her look like a painting of Venus.

Nee shuts the viewing window and we walk along. 

 

“Who was that?” I ask.

 

“That is the woman’s daughter.  She is 17 and she is your tomorrow.”

 

Part two, depending on the comments.

 

Comments and suggestions.  Tomascan06@yahoo.com

 

Eleanor's descent chptr 03

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Eleanor’s Descent Chptr 03

Emma returned from the bedroom, red faced but breathing hard. “George has made a real mess up the front of his uniform!” she said. “Eleanor and Teresa are still trembling, what have you done to them?” she added.

“I have shown, Teresa that she is not top bitch around here and in order for that lesson to stick, she has to be left as she is till morning!” I stated. I took her arm and led her back to the living room. “You obviously must be Submissive yourself, or at least an exhibitionist, the way you brought our coffees in the other day” I ventured. “Yes well what of it?” she responded. “Oh Nothing!” I replied. Leading her over to the sofa, I sat her down and hit play on

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the video. Her attention was immediately drawn to the action on screen, just in time to see the two black men pull out of the white woman’s arse and cunt and send a torrent of white sticky cum over her face and hair.

I noticed at this, Emma licking her lips and an mmh escaped her lips. “Like the taste of cum, do we?” I asked. She never even turned her head as she nodded, obviously to engrossed in the scenes before her. I reached over and placed my hand just above her knee. Just a small amount of pressure was needed to have her open her legs. I climbed down on to my knees and crawled between her legs. I began kissing lightly her thighs and started traveling those kisses towards her panty covered cunt.

She opened her legs even wider; her breathing became laboured as my butterfly light kisses covered the expanse of her thigh, almost reached her panty line I stopped. I heard from somewhere above my head the sigh and suddenly felt a hand trying to coax my head back into contact with her thigh. I resisted, backed away slightly before beginning again on her other thigh just above her knee. She visibly relaxed upon my resumption; already I could see the growing dark patch at the entrance to her cunt as her juices soaked into her white cotton panties. Higher and higher I gently kissed, until my nose made contact with the wet patch in her knickers. She gave an involuntary shudder causing my nose to rub against her cunt. I heard “Oh, yes Ray, take me to heaven” This time I deliberately press my nose to her sweet smelling Cunt, for me there is no finer smell than a freshly aroused pussy, except made be a freshly fucked one.

Rhythmically slowly nodding my head had my nose brushing against her pussy lips and clit. I noted her breathing becoming short rasping breaths. Suddenly I pulled away and sat on my heels. Her eyes flew open and she looked longingly at me. “You want me to continue, slut” I asked. She simply nodded. “What do I get in return, bitch” I added. “Whatever you command of me, master is yours, no reservations or restrictions!” she replied. “Prove your obedience to me, my cum slut” I demanded. “How master?” she sighed. Go into Eleanor’s room and find her Strap on Cock, remove all your clothes and put on the rubber dick, then return!” I said. She immediately got up and slowly removed her clothes, before going out of the living room. About 5 minutes later she returned with the black strap on cock fastened around her waist. “You want me to fuck you, Master” she asked. “Not me, slut, But George!” I pointed out.

Her face went white as she said “But Teresa would kill me!” I replied “No she won’t because she will be eager to lick this rubber cock clean afterwards, trust me” I then stood up and taking Emma’s hand walked her into Teresa’s Room. Teresa and Eleanor were still rocking against each other as yet another climax neared. “Master, please may we stop now, our cunts are sore and we could not manage another cum tonight” Teresa pleaded. “That depends!” I responded. “On what?” Teresa replied. “On you, Teresa, you see Emma here has this big black rubber strap on dick, I want her to fuck George’s arse with it?” I responded. “Ok, Master, George will let her or face my wrath!” Teresa answered. “Not so fast!” I chided. “You must then clean this rubber cock with your mouth, when she has finished” I informed her. Teresa looked at me and shook her head, “No, no, never” she insisted. “Fair enough!” I responded. “Then let’s see what you say in an hour’s time after I increase the speed of these three vibrators” I warned.

I immediately set about turning up the speed of the vibrators, when I heard “You stupid bitch. Let her fuck him and if need be we would both lick it clean. My cunt can not take much more of this buzzing from the inside of my arse” Eleanor rasped. “Oh no, Eleanor, Teresa must clean the cock herself!” I offered. “I have other plans for you, look at George he desperately wants his arse fucked and by the look of the amount of cum on the front of his uniform, he will need you to lick his cock clean!” I stated. “Well what is it to be, Teresa, do you still say no!” I asked. Between the grunts of her next orgasm she wilted and said “Yes, ok Yes, whatever you want me to do Master I will do, just give our cunts a rest, pleeeeeaaasssse” she slurred the last word as yet another violent orgasm gripped her.

“I am not sure you mean it!” I chided. “I do master, please my body, mind and soul are yours to command” she begged. “Very well. But you had better not go back on this! Or your arse will be marked for life” I warned. I turned the vibrators off, walked around behind George and said “Well you won’t be needing this for now!” as I removed the butt plug. Emma came beside me and smiled, “My boyfriend often wanted me to slide a finger into his arse, when he was fucking me, I always thought it gross.” She said. “But looking at George’s open anal ring, waiting for this rubber cock, I think I have learned a lesson now, I should never jump to conclusions with out trying something” she added.

She then eased the black cock into George’s arse. Teresa said “Go fuck him hard girl” as Emma began her thrusts. I was not long before George was begging for harder and harder thrust. He suddenly announced “OH my God, I am Cumming again! That’s the fifth time I have come tonight!”

Emma continued to fuck George for a little while longer, before pulling out and sticking the black rubber cock in Teresa’s face. Teresa did not hesitate, but began licking the cock clean. I undid George’s handcuffs and led him round to Eleanor’s side. She twisted her head and began sucking up the white sticky goo that surrounds his prick. I smiled at Emma and Said “See just one big happy fucking family” I then released Teresa and Eleanor, allowed George to remove his soiled French maid’s uniform and announced “Time for bed said ZEBBERDEE!”

(For those not aware Zebbedee is a fictional character from a 70’s TV show in England called ‘THE MAGIC ROUNDABOUT’ which always finished when he said Time for bed)

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Capture of a Barista Ch.2

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Alyssa is dangling in the air supported by only her arms as I attached the bar to her ankles and then left her there.

“ Now be my good little girl while I go run an errand. I won’t be long.” I say as I got my coat and then kiss her nipples. She squirms as I suck on them momentarily, I pinch her clit “Now don’t go anywhere.” I head out the door.

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I have to make the 4 hour round trip to make sure her car is taken care of. The plan is a friend will help me dismantle it under the pretense that I bought the car for parts. I parked it at the coffee stand so it would be out of the way if anyone asked. When I got back to town it was about 7 in the morning and my friend Frank was already there.

                “You ready?”

                “Sure am.” I replied, “Let get this done, I need the money.”

We took it over to his place and dismantled the car in about 5 hours. All the salvageable parts were taken to a secondhand dealer and the rest was towed to the junk yard.

                After stopping at the store, I headed back to the cabin, where I had a surprise for Alyssa. I got back to find her worn out due to the heat that I had turned up. She was sweating and glowing in the evening light. I let her down and took the spreader bar off.

                “Kneel bitch!” I commanded as I pushed her on her knees. I stripped and placed my eight inch cock into her still gagged mouth. “Suck on it you little bitch.”                

            She started sucking it as best she could, as I fucked her face fast and hard. 
Moaning excaped my lips as she began drinking the cum that poured from my cock. I almost collapsed but I started getting hard again when I saw Alyssa's chest heaving,

                 "Is my little bitch horny?"

                 "Ooooh oooooh. " She tried to say as she bobbed her head.

             "Well that is not going to happen, there are a few rules that you need to follow. One, "I said as I undid the gag. "You will be naked and at my beck-and-call 24 hours a day. You ask for everything, to speak, to eat and go to the bathroom. If you do not do what I say you will be punished. Oh and you will not cum unless I tell you, if you let that slip then you will be punished as that is your worse offense.

She started sucking it as best she could, as I fucked her face fast and hard. I cummed a load of goey salty liquid into her mouth, forcing her to swallow it, then turning her around I rammed my still hard dick up her very wet pussy. “Mmm,” I thought “her cunt is so nice and wet.”

               “ You aren’t going to cum are you ?” I questioned her as I rammed her harder. Her tits bouncing back and forth. She nodded,

                “That was the wrong answer.” I grunted as I pulled her hair back. “You cum and you get punished!.”

                I was to late though, she had already let go and was convulsing which was to bad for her because now the fun would really begin. I pulled her to her feet and  pinned her arms back to the wall, “ What did slut do that she was not supposed to?”

               “Slut cummed when Master told me not to.” Alyssa quivered.

                “Good Slut, you know when you did wrong, but you will still need your punishment.”

                I grabbed her hair and dragged her to the wooden X I built so I could lay her out and expose all her glorious body. I clamped her wrists and ankles to the board,

                 "Now I can groom you into the proper looking slave." I claimed as I reached for the wax, and shaver. She did not say anything as I ran my hand through her bush, "this must go, along with this." I motioned to her legs. I slathered hot almost boiling wax onto her hairy pussy

                 "Ohhhhh ohhhhhh!" Ecaped from her lips as she shook her head violently. I pressed the cloth to her steaming pussy, then yanked it off. She screamed so loud through the gag and tears started running down her cheek. I repeated the step two more times then continued on her legs. When I was finished the sexy young slave only had hair on her head but not a strand anywhere else. With the sensitive skin bare and ready, she was prepared for her first true taste of torture. I grabbed the clamps from the table, and walking up to her asked "Are you ready slut? You disobeyed me, do you remember what you did?"

              "Yes, Master, I came when I was told not to."

              "And do you remember what I told you would happen?"

              "Yes Master, you told me that if I cummed, you would punish me."

               "Did my little slut slave cum?"

               " Your Little Slut Slave cummed and should be punished." She blushed, "Slut Slave is ready for her punishment."

 I said nothing, and her eyes grew wide again as she saw the clamps I was about to attach to her sagging balls of tits, and to her pussy lips. I put the clamps on her breasts and she screamed and almost passed out, then I added the clit clamps and she fainted. I slapped her face,

                "Wake up Bitch! I screamed. "I'm not done with you yet."

                "Whhhhatttt happened? Owwwwww Whats that pain?"

               "What you say bitch?"

               "Nothing Master, I'm sorry I spoke without permission."

               I turned the juice to the clamps and sent jolts through herr tortured tits. After regagging her, I added the juice to her pussy and watched as she screamed moaned and fought back cumming. She did not want to see what other torture I had in mind to tonight. I loved seeing this little cunt wither in obvious pain, I may not be this cruel normally, but to see her hot plump body shake and convulse is just magical. I let her down from her binds however I left the clamps in place and attached a leash. I also removed the ball gag.

               “Yes Master, may I ask a question, Master?”

                “Yes Slut.”

                “May I pee? I really need to pee.”

               "Yes you may, but not in here I have a special place for my slave to relieve herself." I placed a collar around Alyssa's neck and then a leash. "Come cunt, time to go to the bathroom."

She did not move so I slapped her ass, "MOVE SLUT!!"

                 "Owww!!"She yelped as she jumped, she followed me to the door and like an obedient slave stopped two steps behind me. I opened the door and led her into the cool day air. It was damp and cloudy as it rained all night, which meant her nipples popped out as the breeze blew across her naked skin. I led her over to an area about ten yards  behind the cabin,

                 "Now this is where you pee." I yanked the leash forward and slave Alyssa stumbled forward.  "Pee Slut!"

                  "Heeere????"

                  "Yes Slut."

                  She squatted with her legs apart and a golden stream flowed from her pussy. When she finished she stood and bowed her head,

                   "You did well Slave, you learn quick." I reached for her hand and brought it to my cock, rubbing it as it got got hard. "I want to tell you how this will be, because you don't know the full story yet. You may speak freely but not harshly or you will be punished."

                   I led her back her to the cabin and ino the bedroom, "You are my slave for as long as I want you, however you continue to look like this and understand that you are a slave and no more then you will have a roof over your head. I have taken care of your belongings and sold your car, I was acting on behalf of your family, as they believe you ran away and never want to return. I also have enough funds to sustain us for the rest of our lives as I won the lottery."

                   "Do I have to live like this? Alyssa questioned.

                   "You are my slave now, no one knows where you are, you are mine, and will obey my every command, the more you obey the more freedom you will have, however the most freedom you have is you are allowed outside on the property with a shock collar

                     "Thank you, Master! After this talk, I will be a good little slave. I know you love me, and want to fuck me. I want to please you, and I know that just three days ago I did not know anything about you, however, I have been serving you for a year, and now I will continue to serve you and only you." I stopped her from kneeling to my cock and wrapped my arms around her.

                    "I am not a hard master, but I need you to know that you are under my control, and always will be.

                    "Yes, sir." She said as I led her back into her torture room.

I tied her to the saw horse face down, with each breast drapped on each side, then I rolled the cock ram up to her ass and without any lube and turned it on. I watched as a hard metal cock slowly invaded her pussy.  I whispered to her as fondled her titties,

                  "You may cum now Alyssa, you have been a good Slut, and you deserve a treat. Tomorrow she will begin training as a pony girl, where once she is trained, there is no turning back.


An Evening Out

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We talked about going for years, and tonight was the night. You had a limo pick us up at 7:30, both of us dressed casually.

Flirtatious looks at one another as we arrived to the door of the spa. The look on the adolescent clerks face was unforgettable when you slipped your hand under my skirt, fingered me and then handed him the money, visibly wet with my sweet juices.

My bedroom blue-gray eyes twinkled at him, causing a slow crimson blush across his pale complexion. I was certain he was standing there with a woody. My red glossy lips smiled seductively at the young man before turning around, my long silky auburn hair flowing like a sheet of silk around

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me, resting against my lower back gently, swaying at my hips as we walk out to the hot tubs and into a clear sky blissful night.

Your left hand gropes my ass as we walked out the door and down the side walk to area number five. The lock was silent as the key turned, we stepped through the gate and in front of us was a redwood hot tub, surrounded by rock tiles with dark green trim.

A lovers bench stood against the right fence, a landscaped waterfall was in the nearest corner, and a settee for two was waiting on the black iron heart shaped table, champagne in ice, in which looked like a potted planter besides it. You turned to me, kissing me on the lips while unzipping my skirt. I stepped out of the skirt; unbuttoning my blouse as you were kissing me passionately, then I laid it on the lovers’ bench neatly.

"I've waited all day for this Princess," you said to me lovingly.

"Yes Master, as have I.” The look on my eyes told you how hungry I was for your cock.

You removed your clothes and hung them over the back of the bench. The heated mists of the hot tub rose as we stood in front of each other before entering the Jacuzzi. Our naked bodies slipped into the water, and the faint scent of chlorine in the air tickled our noses. Your arms wrapped around my waist, and pulled me onto your lap. With your famous Robert Redford smiles, eyes sparkling into mine.

"Hello gorgeous” whimsical smiles in return then tender loving tones in reply ” hello Handsome.”

Your hands traveled and roamed over my body as I left a line of red glossy lip imprints along your jaw bone. My tongue trailed from your earlobe to your collar bone, you heard sultry whispers.

 

"I want you" pregnant pause… "so bad."

Without saying a word your hands lifted me up, the head of your cock brushing against my cleanly shaved pussy before lowering me onto it and holding me there. I squeeze the head with my pussy lips in response, wanting to lower myself onto it and invite you deeper inside me.

"No, Lisa." You say to me sternly, “You have to be a good girl to get cock."

Fires ignite, my cheeks flush after hearing your words.

I asked sweetly, "How can I please you My Master?"

Feeling your cock move an inch inside me while your fingertips pinch my nipples.

"I want you to squeeze my cock five times before lowering another inch.

"Yes Master” I said to you before starting to perform the task.

You reached over the edge of the Jacuzzi into your black bag to retrieve nipple clamps and a blind fold. The cool night air breezed over my nipples hardening them. I whimpered as you tightened each clamp making sure the attachment was secure.

"Now close your eyes Princess while I put the blindfold on you. “Submissively I shut my eyes.

"Yes Master" I reply, squeezing my pussy lips around your hard shaft for the last time.

"May I lower now My Master?" I asked,

"Yes you may" you said, and before I could say thank you, you thrusted your cock into me hard.

"Oh." Moans are heard in the night air, my back arched, long silky hair caressed your thighs, as I rocked my pelvis into yours.

You grabbed my hips guiding me up and down on your thick hard cock for several minutes, and then you stopped abruptly. My eyes covered in black satin, open sultry tones.

"More Master,” A whining plea "more, please more!"

You smiled at me, although I couldn't see the look, I knew it is there, for I had seen it many times. It is the look of pleasure and pride.

In a stern masculine voice you ask me. "You love Masters cock, don't you my Princess, yes??”

"Oh Yes Master.” I replied excitedly.

"Good girl" I heard you say before feeling a wash of ecstasy over my body when your cock teasingly entered and exited my moist cavern.

You yanked on the nipple clamps before attaching a thin chain to each one, making sure once again that they were secure. I raised my hips up and down to meet your movements, our bodies communicated with each other. Hot hisses in my ear as you nuzzled your chin in my neck

“That’s it Lisa baby, fuck your Masters cock, fuck it good!"

Ramming it deep inside me, and then slowing down to a gentle rhythm, your thumb on my clit made slow circles counter clockwise; my moans and whimpers were carried out into the night air. My passion intensified with your words.

"Oh God I love you."

I almost screamed as you pulled your cock out, rubbing the head against my now swollen clit a few times, and plunged back in deeper than before.

I heard commanding tones, "I want you to sit on the edge of the hot tub now my little slut."

"Yes Master, what ever pleases you," the smile on my face telling you the words I was thinking.

I stood up slowly, the water lapping against me. You tugged at the nipple clamps with your teeth as my tits hit your face. Hot flesh against cool cheek, head turning into my voluptuous breasts as I felt for the cement ground with my hands.

As I climbed over your body, droplets of water fell and drizzled down my breasts and belly. The moonlight flashed on the water beads dropping as I rose, illuminating my tanned skin tone under the moonlight. I stepped out of the tub and sat on the edge, dangling my feet in the water, still unable to see anything.

I felt your hands on each knee guiding my legs open slowly, hot kisses on my inner thigh from back of my knee to my pussy lips. My legs spread slowly as I laid my head on top of my crisscrossed arms. The tip of your tongue darted up my soft wet slit, my juices honey sweet.

Your hands cupped my ass cheeks, raising my pussy into your face. Full lips sucked at my clit, feeling it engorge and enlarge. You knew that I was heating up. Two fingers slid in easily in search of the bean size g-spot as you sucked harder on my magic button. Gentle love bites were felt as my body temperature increased, loud moans of pleasure drifted from my mouth.

My back arched then lowered, my hands reached for the back of your head, pulling you in closer to my pussy, my hips rocked against your face as my orgasm began to wax up to a climax, intense pleasure, and heaven.

You raised your head as you felt your fingers being clutched; and in a stern voice "Not yet My Sweet Treat, you know you have to wait for permission to cum.

"Oh" I cry out, feeling your lips once again suckling at my itty bitty clitty.

I moan out after several minutes...in a whiney pleading sort of sound

“Please Master, please may I cum?”

My head rose, trying to look at you, wanting to cum soo badly.

"No Princess, not yet. “ Your words echo out into the night.

Frustrated sighs, on the edge of cumming.

“Please My Master, please can I cum?"

You pause before answering, then with certainty in your voice respond.

"Yes, my little slut I want you to cum now!"

Your teeth wrapped around my clit, holding it in place as you sucked me into oblivion.

"Oh My Gawd!"

I rode the waves of the orgasm for several minutes. You licked my juices as they squirt into your mouth, drinking my passion, lapping up all my cum.

"I love the sweet taste of you My Slut." You say to me as you stood up.

Your naked body glistened under the moonlight, your hairy chest wet and fluffy, droplets from your hair kissed your cheek. You knelt beside me stroking your cock.

"Open your mouth my thirsty little cumslut."

"Yes Master" I say,

"Swallow my love baby, drink it all."

Obediently parting my lips wide and sticking out my tongue to catch my drink, I felt your cum splash against my cheeks, shooting into my mouth, rolling over my tongue and towards my throat, swallowing every last drop.

"Mmmm" I said, then licked my lips. Lust filled looks into your eyes tell you that I still wanted more.

"You are a greedy lil slut today aren't you My Sweet?"

You asked me as you placed a crooked finger under my chin guiding my face to lift up to yours. You removed the blindfold and rubbed your cock head in a circular motion on my cheek and bottom lip, soft sweet sultry tones replied

"Yes Master, I am very hungry for your love, I want to kneel before you and worship at your alter."

I turned my open mouth to the tip of your cock, and softly kissed it with full lips. I bent my knees and kneeled assuming my position in front of you.

You bent over taking my hand in yours and pulled me up, our bodies aligned and a shadow was cast on the back fence wall. You wrapped your arms around my waist; I raised my left thigh and rubbed it on the outside of your leg, purring in your ear.

"I love you, oh I love you."

You led me to a tree and asked me to stand in front of it. I did so obediently, and then you reached down into your black bag and retrieved a couple of yards of pink satin rope. You pressed your hands against both of my shoulders conforming to my body against the tree.

"Please Master, not too tight" I begged.

You made sure the rope was secure and that my arms and legs were unable to move. You reached down and picked up the black bag, sorting through it, a smile appeared on your face when you found what you were looking for.

A silver shaped egg sat in your hand, the remote still in the bag. You walked over to me, licked your fingers and probed the egg between my legs, pushing it inside my wet pussy.

The egg felt cold upon entering, and it warmed quickly, as thoughts of the last time you used this toy on me came clear in my mind. You licked your fingers again, tasting my sweetness, and looked into my eyes.

“Now My Peach, I will show you what tease means... "

Your voice faded when you bent over to search for the remote.

You turned the *incredible egg* on, and watched my facial expression change, from lustful to passionate looks back into your handsome face. You took a few steps back to admire your handiwork, enjoying the look of my body tied to a tree. You placed the blindfold over my eyes again.

The first thing you touched me with was soft and feathery. You made a path from my shoulders to my fingertips using the feather pen we bought at K-Mart, smiling as you saw the goose bumps rise on my silky skin.

"I see your body is responding to me My Sweet Pet,” then you paused and said "this pleases me."

"Ya yes Master,”

I felt heat igniting in my pussy instantly, sultry tones. "My body craves your touch, needs your kisses."

Manly tones in reply. "And soon, my sweet, you will have them."

The back of your hand brushed up my cheek, your head leaned in and you kissed my sweet lips. My tongue darted out immediately, wanting to taste you, wanting to taste me on you.

Your head leaned in and you kissed my sweet lips. You sucked on my pussy and tugged on my nipple clamps as you continued to kiss me. I moan out into our kiss, feeling my pussy juices, hot, sticky, squeezing the egg shaped ball that was vibrating inside me. You break the kiss, and adjust the intensity of the incredible egg.

More moans of pleasure as I feel your index finger circling my clit. You want to get me close, to the very edge of the orgasm, and hold me there. Primitive lustful growls in my ear.

"You are being a very good cumslut, you will get your reward ....pregnant pause...."soon,"

My pleas of passion echoing, "Please my Master, please let me cum," more desperate pitiful cries.

"Please, Please My Master, please let me cum." You respond with hot whispers on my neck.

"Not yet baby doll, I am going to teach you what being teased is all about"

You bend over again and lift a candle, digging in your pocket for a Bic lighter. The fire dances as you tilt the candle, and you watch little beads of melted wax drop off of my breasts and onto the tiled ground.

Then you raise it higher above my head finding a better aim. Watching each hot drop of wax fall onto my nipples onto nipple clamps, hardening before the next drop hits. You walk over to the champagne, and pick up a few crushed ice cubes.

Then you walk back over to me, and rub the ice over the other nipple, watching it harden and rise. Hot mouth on ice cold nipple. More Wax. More ice, more wax. You turned the egg up to high, leaning your body against mine, whispering into my ear the same time you thumb my clit.

"Ok baby, cum for me, cum nice and hard for me.” You hear my tortuous moans of ecstasy resonating in the wind as it blows over my body. Higher pitched cries of passion and ecstasy as I rode the wave up.

"That’s it, that’s a good lil cumslut,” strong resonating tones almost demanding in my ear.

"Cum harder for me My love.” Your voice coaxing me into oblivion.

I didn't try to stifle my moans of ecstasy heard loudly by the neighboring patrons. Husky throaty moans into our kiss as I rode the wave and then waned down. I was enjoying being washed away on waves of pleasure.

You loosened my bonds, removing the egg from my pussy. Placing it on my lower lip, my steamy hot juice applied, I licked and tasted my sweetness. You wrapped the rope back up and put it back in the *magic* bag.

I slipped my body back into the jacuzzi, sitting in front of low back jet purposely. The water jets pounded against my flesh, relieving myself of the fatigue, and aches of my muscles dissipated. I watched you walk towards me, admiring your stance and strut.

Your dark red hair curled up a lil on the ends, your deep green eyes focused on me, admiring your perfect hair patterns on your body, that I craved and needed sooo badly. Your strong physique lowered into the water. You slid in next to me, looking deeply in my eyes.

"I love you My Princess, I love making you cum soo hard.”

We kiss, our lips touch and press lightly against each other. Our mouths part, tongues dancing, the steam from our bodies becoming a mist and floats away. The jet bubbles surrounding us and lapping against the forest green tiles making tiny little splashes that sometimes jump up on our faces. Our bodies entwine, perfectly molded as one.

"I love you Master, you make my fantasies reality.”

Captured

viperess4BTH on BDSM Stories

The evening began as many summer evening do with a trip to a secluded spot at the lake for a relaxing swim. Looking back I would have to wonder if I would have made that life trip knowing now how it would change everything. After a long stressful day at work I changed into some cutoffs and a tank top before driving back into the woods to a spot I have gone to swim many times before. Once there I noticed as was usual no one was in sight so I pulled my shirt over my head, unfastened my shorts, and let them fall to the ground by the pier. Diving in I felt the cool lake water caressing my heated skin instantly washing the away the stress and strain of the day. I hoisted myself up out of the water and onto the pier after swimming to the center of the lake and back a couple of times. As exhau

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stion slipped over me I laid out under the slowly setting sunlight to dry before heading back to the house.

My body jerked awake from the feel of a hand covering my mouth and another one capturing my hands from above my head. Looking up into a pair of intense hazel eyes, eyes that seems to burn deep into my own, I began to struggle, twisting and kicking out to no avail. He placed his knee across my stomach and leaned forward whispering, "Slut fighting is futile as you will not win". Tears ran down my cheeks as his words only caused me to buck against him that much harder trying to escape from his grasp. He pulled his hand from my mouth but before I could let out a scream for help he was shoving something hard and round into my mouth and hooking it behind my head. "The ball gag should keep you quiet" he whispered before jerking me over onto my stomach, the rough planks of the pier scraping my breasts. I began to whimper as he yanked my arms down behind my back, the feel of a rope coiling around my wrist biting into the tender skin. He laughed as my attempts to roll away from him only resulted in his jerking my arms upwards as his other hand pushed downwards between my shoulder blades. In one last attempt at freedom I kicked back connecting with his thigh, "Oh so you want to play rough do you my little whore", he growled as his hand connected a swift sting across my bare ass. Realizing I would have to wait for a chance to escape I shook my head no as he again brought his hand down hard causing me to scream against the ball gag in my mouth. Hearing the sound of a chain, I jerked my head to the side, watching as ankle cuffs were secured around my ankles, a short chain connecting them together. "Are you ready for your new life as my slave girl?"he asked. A growl escaped from around the gag as I shook my head furiously. He abruptly stood and leaned down, his hand fisting in my hair, using it to jerk me up to my feet. "Know this girl, from this moment forward it does not matter what you want as you are mine now to use as I see fit. The soon you realize that the better off you will be." Fear filled me as he brought my head back forcing me to see the truth in his eyes. Using his fist in my hair, he drug me towards aa pickup truck, my feet having to step quickly as the chain only allowed short steps, the feel of the cuffs digging into my flesh with each step. Opening the door of the truck he lifted me inside, pushing me to the floorboard he reached under the seat and pulled out a collar which was attached to a chain hooked to the bottom of the seat. He hooked the collar snugly around my throat before shutting the door and walking around to climb inside the truck. My eyes darted all around trying to find a way out but knowing it was useless as I could hardly move from my position. I also realized he had me down to where I could not tell where he was taking me to.

After riding for what seemed like hours he pulled into a garage attached to a house. When he pulled me from the truck my legs buckled, the only thing keeping me standing was his hand clasped around the back of my neck. After a moment his hand once again fisted into my hair as he lead me through a door and down a flight of stairs. When he turned on the light I gasped in a mixture of horror and intrigue as all over the room I could see what looked to be different areas for torture. A cross was affixed to one wall, what looked like a padded sawhorse on another. Chains hung from the ceiling, the walls and even some screwed into the cement floor. There was what looked like a doctors table set up for a female exam, metal carts with covers over the top, a huge set of cabinets, one opened to display many whips and such, and in one corner what looked like a dog cage. He started leading me towards where the cage was,"This will be your new home until you are trained and realize you place here," he stated. My struggles started anew at his words, the thought of being confined in the cage bring new fear to me. Yanking my head back he softly said, "stop". The way he said it took most of the fight right out of me as I knew he would make me one way or another. He turned me from him and shoved me against the wall before reaching down to unshackle my ankles and untie my arms. "Do not even think about trying to fight or I will have to show you what happens when you do not obey me. Do you understand?" I slowly nodded my head as I felt him reaching up unhooking the ball gag. "Screaming will do you no good as my dungeon is totally sound proofed, not that there is anyone around to be able to hear you." When he turned me to face I saw he was smiling at my discomfort which made me start to struggle anew. "You ass you can not " was all I could say before he had his hand around my throat pinning me hard against the wall. "You will never speak to me like that again. Do I make myself clear" he growled. A sadistic look shone from his eyes as his had continued to tighten making it hard to breath. "Yes Sir" I whispered as the room began to fade from my view just before he released his hold around my throat He jerked me over to the cage and shoved me inside before locking it shut. "Rest while you can slut as I will be back to start your training and see how much you love the pain that is about to become your best friend,"laughing he turned and walked from the room leaving me to curl up shuddering as I imagined what he would do to me with all the strange things I could see from my caged prison.

Marsha gets even

Fadz on BDSM Stories

It has been several weeks since that Saturday I strapped my secretary Marsha to my desk and took full advantage of her. Even though no sexual encounters have happened between us since then, she still teases me relentlessly. She has even taken to sitting on my lap when no one else is around. I have on a few occasions made attempts to grab hold of her, she has always pushed off my advances. Still pretty nervous from my last encounter, I have not pushed too hard. Marsha took some time off early in the week, and was working later each day to make up hours. At 5:00 on Friday as the last few people left the building, I knew I was in for some major cock teasing. Marsha was wearing tight black pants and a form fitting orange sweater and had been leaning over my desk stickin

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g her tits and ass in my face all day.

Sure enough as the last person pulled out to the parking lot, Marsha walked into my office (I love that walk) threw her bag on my desk, and leaned over my and grabbed the arms of my chair (giving me a great view down her sweater). She said "Looks like it’s just me and you tonight. I should probably help you finish up these files." She turned around and sat down on my lap. Knowing any advances would result in her jumping off my lap, I put both my hands on the arms of my chair and did not touch her. I was very busy enjoying her wiggling her ass on my lap, and it was starting to effect me. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. She was caressing up and down my arms, then I felt something strange. She strapped my wrists to the arms of my chair. She had snooped through my office and found the Velcro straps I had used on her a few weeks ago, and was now going to use them to get even with me.

She got off my lap, turned and said "Now its your turn." She wrapped the straps around my arms and the arms of the chair. I could not move my arms from the elbow down except my fingers. She stood in front of me and pulled her sweater up over her head (I love that pierced belly button). She kicked off her heals, reached down and up buttoned her pants and shook her hips as she wiggled out of her pants. She stood in front of me in just her lacy black bra, and black silky panties. She pushed my chair up to my desk (hiding the bulge that was increasing in my pants). She hopped up on my desk and put a foot on the back of my chair on each side of me. Her silk covered pussy was only inches from my face. I could already smell that wonderful aroma, and by the wet spot on her panties, I could tell she was enjoying herself quite a bit.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a little metal bullet vibrator. She turned on the bullet and started rubbing her pussy through her panties. She was getting hotter and hotter, and began moaning. She thrust her hips up hard with a loud growl. Her panties were soaked through and she was leaving a puddle of juices on the desk. Sitting back on the desk, she pulled her feet up and rubbed the bulge in my pants with them. "So you like what you saw. Lets see if you like more." She pushed the chair away from the desk, and jumped down. She reached back and unhooked her bra and dropped it to the side. Her nipples were sticking straight out. I wasn’t the only one who liked this. Her panties were so wet she had to almost peal them off. Instead of tossing them on the floor, she picked them up and took a good whiff of them. "Mmmm, these should be very tasty." She took them and held them under my nose, "You like to smell my panties, don’t you?"

When I opened my mouth to say yes, she stuffed her panties right into my mouth. They smelt and tasted fantastic. She reached down and undid my belt and pants. I lifted my hips as she pulled my pants down and off. She kneeled down between my legs, and grabbed my cock with both hands. She stroked me a few times, then lowered her lips to my throbbing cock. She licked the pre-cum off the head, then slid her mouth slowly down my shaft. She moved up and down my cock while swirling her tongue around the head. One of her hands was rubbing my balls, and the other was pinching her nipples. She had me ready to explode in a matter of minutes. She was giving me the best blow job I had ever had, and from the sounds she was making, enjoying it almost as much as I was. She could feel me tense up, so she pulled me out of her mouth and said "Not yet you don’t, we are not through here". She stood up and pushed my chair back to the desk.

She hopped back up on the desk, and reached over and pulled the panties out of my mouth. Even though it was easier breathing, I was already missing that taste and smell. I didn’t have to wait long. She pulled the chair so close that my chest was pinned against the desk. She laid back on my desk and wrapped her leg around behind my neck and head and pulled me right to her pussy. She was so juicy, I could not wait to dive in. I lapped all the juice out of her pussy that my tongue could reach, and sucked out some I could not reach. She was enjoying my oral attention, but I knew she wanted more. Her clit was swollen and red, probably still sensitive from the bullet vibrator. I flicked it with my tongue and was rewarded with a low moan. I started licking it like it was a lolly pop. She was bucking her hips in rhythm with my tongue. She was so worked up, it did not take long for her to reach her 2nd orgasm of the evening. This time there was no puddle on the desk, I licked and sucked up every ounce of her I could get.

She took a minute or two to calm down, all the while I was licking her thighes and legs (that I could reach), and caressing what I could with my cheeks and chin. The smell of her pussy was so intoxicating. I kept pulling on the straps, but so far I could not move my arms. When she calmed down, she sat up and said "Mmmm, that was very nice, you have been a good boy. I guess you should finally be rewarded." She pushed me back into my chair, and pushed me away from the desk. She started kissing my, and licking my lips. Naturally my tongue searched and explored her lips and tongue as much as possible. She started kissing down my neck and chest. She paused for a moment to nibble & bite on my nipples. Just when I thought she was going to give me another fantastic blow job, she stood up. She shoved me back into my chair then turned around and wiggled her ass at me. I was already throbbing and she teases me more? She reached between her legs and grabbed my cock. She rubbed it up and down a few times, and then guided it right into her pussy as she sat down on my lap. Oh yea, that was what I needed. She was so wet that I slid right into her tight little pussy. She sat down on the full length, and just sat there for a second. She wiggle her ass just a bit and asked "Do you like this?"

"Oh yea, I love this"

"Do you want more?"

"I want more, I want a lot more."

"If I untie you will you be a good boy?"

"No, if you untie me I will grab you so I can shove my cock in and out of you pussy."

"That is not a good boy, is that all you would do?"

"No, I would also pinch your nipples, and rub you little clit. I would rub all over you while I was slamming you with my cock."

She raised up just a few inches, then dropped back down on my cock. I closed my eyes, leaned back and moaned (maybe growled). She reached over and unstrapped my left arm, then reached over and unstrapped my right arm. As soon as my arms were free, I grabbed her and held her hard. I thrust into her about 6 or 7 times, and she was really feeling that. Knowing that at that pace I would not last long, I pulled her down on me, and held her there with my cock deep into her hot pussy. I reached around with my left hand and started rubbing her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples. With my other hand, I went right for that belly button ring. I was carefully playing with her ring, pulling and twisting as I was with her nipples. I started grinding my hips only about an inch or two. Just fucking her a little bit, but deep in her pussy. She was leaned back and gave me that small little purr that I always try to get from her.

I reached down from her belly ring and started to lightly rub her clit. As I started that, I moved my hips a bit more, and was now starting to fuck her with about half my cock. She was moaning loudly now, and I was pushing in harder, still rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples. I felt her body stiffen up as she pushed back on me hard. I could feel her juices running out of her pussy, over my cock, and onto my lap as she hit her third orgasm. I held her still, but very tightly against me and kept my cock deep in her pussy. I could feel her pussy walls flexing on my cock, and I really had to concentrate to keep from cumming in her right then.

She soon calmed down and started riding my cock again, but I was ready for a new position. I pushed her up and off my. As my cock pulled out of her, juices just flowed out of her pussy. I guided her to the floor, where she got on her hands and knees. I got on my knees behind her, bent over low, and licked up those juices that had leaked out on her legs. I ran my tongue up her one thigh, then the other, and right to her pussy. I liked the lips of her pussy, and stuck my tongue as deep as I could reach into her pussy. I liked further up and pushed my tongue into her asshole. After I licked her little hole a few times, and straighten up and held my cock right at the entrance of her pussy. I just stayed there and did not move.

"Oh no you don’t" she yelled. "You are not going to tease me, I am the one getting revenge her."

She pushed me back, and I laid flat on my back. She grabbed my cock and straddled me, lowering herself right down on my cock. "Mmmm, I love the feel of you pussy, you are so hot and sexy. Ride me baby, ride me hard." I expected a "Yee Ha", but I just got that big smile. She leaned down and kissed me lightly. She put her hands on my chest, and started riding my cock. She may not have given me the cowgirl yell, but she was riding like a seasoned pro. I grabbed her around the hips, as she was raising her ass up and down. She was riding harder and harder, then I felt her drop down hard on my cock. She thrust me deep into her pussy, and I could again feel her tense up as her next orgasm took her. The walls of her pussy again started flexing on my cock, and this time it was more than I could take. Just as her juices started flowing out of her pussy, I pulled her down hard and thrust as deep as I could into her. I came hard, deep in her pussy. I don’t know when her juices stopped and mine started, but she had me cumming so hard our combined juices were flowing like a river.

She collapsed on me, and I wrapped my arms around her. We stayed like that for several minutes before she finally got off me. She stood up, and reached in her bag on the desk to pull out a hand towel (so prepared). She wiped herself off and tossed me the towel. As I was cleaning myself up, she started getting dressed. I watched her as I got myself dressed too. When we were both done, I was standing against the file cabinets when she walked over to me and planted a fantastic, full body press, deep tongue kiss on me, shoving me back into the file cabinet before I could recover enough to pull her tighter and press with my own tongue. One hand on the small of her back, and the other on her ass, she pulled away from my mouth.

"Have a good weekend, see you next week." She spun out of my grasp, and rubbed her hand over my pants right over my cock. She pursed her lips in a little mock kiss while walking away. Oh yea, I love that walk.

Fucking Crazy Sex - Part One

Tonyen31 on BDSM Stories

"Jane."
Hearing your voice as you walk through the door is the highlight of my day, every day. The hours away from you are tortuous and I can't keep from counting the minutes until I hear you call my name.

You have many names for me and I love the way you say each one.

I have been home for a few hours, long enough to soak in the tub and let the day's stress ebb away. Frank was more trying than usual today. He hates my guts and I can't wait to get off his division. I'm this close to quitting altogether. I know you'll tell me I shouldn't be working anyway.

I have also napped but the bed, big enough for four, is too empty without you, even if your cologne lingers on the white sheets and pillows. You're not good for my sleep. Not during the day and certainly not at night.

"Jan

Niece's Funeral Horror

Finc on BDSM Stories

With the service over Candice made her way back to stretch limo the driver looking appropriately respectful his hands crossed, head down. As she neared he opened the door allowing the young woman to climb inside her uncle already waiting. She had turned 16 just 3 days ago; but it was a birthday she would want to forget. Sure her aunt and uncle had made an effort to celebrate but how could you seriously celebrate while you made funeral arrangements?

As the diminutive red head sat down uncle Bertie took her hand. He and Aunt Stephanie had been so kind. The past week would have been unbearable without them. The smiling big man gave her a comforting open armed invitation of condolence the beautiful 5'3 flower beginning to wilt.

Now inside the limo Candice not one for show
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ing her emotions in public began to sob, her knees curled up, her little figure hugging black dress and big rim hat looking like something out of Breakfast at Tiffany's. Her red hair was trailing down over her shoulder her long lashed eyes welling up, cute upturned nose and pouting lips quivering as she finally let go.

"There, there Candice," her uncle said hugging her with strong mature arms," you've been so brave."

Aunt Stephanie knelt in at the limo door wiping a tear from her own eye. It had been her sister, Candice's mother who was driving the car when it crashed. The teenager was thousands of miles away at boarding school when in an instant both her parents had died.

In the week that had followed the awful news she'd seem to have been in a daydream state. She had flown back to stay with her aunt and uncle in their big country house as it was remote enough to make her feel unencumbered by well wishers and memories of her own home. All week she'd just sat in the garden or in her guest room while her uncle had made the funeral arrangements. He'd been very considerate, always willing to comfort or help in any way even with contractor problems he was having with some construction work that was underway in the cellar. The work had been a rushed job but he still made the time to console and wait on her every whim.

As she sat there in the limo she realised how a tragedy like this could bring a distant family together. Even aunts and uncles as detached and normally disinterested as these had acted over the years could begin to show compassion and a sense of family bond. She was so grateful of this for unfortunately they were the only relations she still had.

"Take her home Bertie," her aunt said, "it all been too much. I'll make sure all the well wishers are thanked."

The silver haired woman smiled as she closed the door. "Just remember over the next few months it might not seem that way but you'll eventually come to terms with everything that's happening to you."

Then the woman stood back and waved as the limo eased away at a respectful pace.

Uncle Bertie pressed the privacy glass switch and the driver and world around were hid from view.

Candice sat upright a little embarrassed by her tearful cuddle.

"I'm sorry uncle," she said wiping her eyes.

He smiled and gripped her delicate hand with his weathered bear like paw.

"I suppose you'll want to get back to college now?" He asked stroking the hair from her sorrowful face.

Candice nodded; she had nothing to keep her here now.

Uncle Bertie nodded too. "Yes I thought as much, so little time to get ready," He added.

Candice looked puzzled then gave him a smiled with a confused cock of her head, her perfect painted eyes looking sultry with the dark mascara and bronzed tanned complexion. What did he mean?

Uncle Bertie didn't elaborate just smiled back and then took a hanky chief from his back pocket.

"Here let me wipe away those tears," he said and as the white cloth came up to her face her nose twitched and her eyes opened wide in surprise.

There was something on the cloth giving off a pungent vapour!

"Mmmmmmffffffffffffff!"

Candice tried to struggle but the big man was just too strong. The cloth was pressed against her mouth and nose and in a few leg kicking seconds she froze then went completely limp.

Slummppp!

With the chloroform doing its work uncle Bertie carefully folded the linen square and placed it back in his pocket. The partitioned driver hadn't heard anything and now uncle Bertie sat in the deep comfortable seats the shapely figure of his unconscious niece at his side her skirt riding up her firm young thighs showing healthy summer tanned flesh.

He reached in his pocket and removed a vial filled with red capsules. He opened it careful not to spill the contents and tapped a single pill onto his hand. He sat Candice upright and with the aid of a whisky tumbler made the young woman swallow the tablet.

The big man then took a deep breath and calmed his nerves. The limo continued its steady journey back to his home. He looked at the unconscious girl next to him. His hand traced along her leg to her skirt top, paused, then after a moment continued up towards her crotch.

His fingers found her panties and tugged the fabric aside.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She gave a murmur as his fat finger pushed into her slit and began to twist.

"Everything ok back there?" Came a voice over the speaker.

Uncle Bertie clicked the reply switch.

"Yes thank you! Could you please just drive."

In the front cab the man nodded and kept silent. He'd leave them alone in their grief.

As his finger buried in her young hole her uncle unzipped his pants tugging his cock head out like he was coaxing an animal out of it den. His fat maggot slowly enlarged and stiffened as he sat back in his seat the girl next to him, his hand between her legs digging away.

"Mmmmmmm!" Her lips parted her eyes fluttering a little. But he knew the chloroform had a while to last.

"Com 'on my dear," he said in a homely sort of way. "Let me help you onto my lap."

He lifted the woman at her slim waist pulling her over him as he sat. She was limp and unresisting and he easily hitched up her skirt allowing her thighs to straddle him. She was now sat on his lap facing forward towards the blacked out driver uncle Bertie gripping her dress covered tits.

His hands moved with reluctance from her rock hard tits and slid down over the front of her dress his fingers finding then tugging aside her panty crotch. Opening her slit with his fingers he pushed his cock head upwards in search of her little entrance.

"Uhhhhhhhhh!"

He gave a satisfied groan as he found her hole the lips pushing his foreskin back as his aroused tip entered her.

He gritted his teeth in effort; her muscles resisting.

"Uh ohhhhhhhhh!" But only for a moment; as he slowly penetrated her virgin pussy.

Candice gave a soft moan of discomfort her head rolling from side to side the uncle gripping her under each thigh easing her legs wider lifting her slowly up and down on his cock. Each downward motion he raised himself off the seat pushing deeper and deeper up her.

She felt fantastically tight and so small her legs struggling to straddle his large thighs. She was also light he easily lifted her ass up and down his cock remaining rigid and motionless inside her twat, using her body to bounce up and down on it.

"Mmm, mm, mm, mm!"

She gave moans in unison with the bouncing rhythm the unconscious Candice riding her uncle's cock as the blacked out limo passed through the neighbourhood.

Her uncle twisted her tits through her dress and brassiere and he felt his balls tighten and tighten. He continued to bounce her gently with one hand the other mauling her domes making her groan louder.

"Ugggggggggg!"

Her mouth parted and he pushed his mouth onto hers, tonguing her, slobbering on her beautiful lips.

"Oh Candice you hot little bitch," he groaned pulling her thighs wider still bucking with purpose his cock making wet slapping noises her sexy legs kicking out her heels tapping on the opposing seats.

Plut! Plut! Plut!

Candice gave a high pitch sound of sensation and that pushed him over the edge

"Ukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

He began to spit inside her, his cock releasing a string of come filling her newly busted shaft. Candice was grunting but unaware, never able to remember her first hole loosening fuck. The chloroform would begin to wear off very soon, however he wasn't concerned, she had taken the pill now.

When finally the limo stopped outside the house the driver gave a curious glance out of his wing mirror as the passengers disembarked. The girl seemed almost feint with grief as she clung to her uncle for dear life. The driver's eyebrows rose in admiration as he saw her short skirt with long legs looking fabulous in high heeled black shoes. The uncle was helping her into the house no doubt the day's events just too much for the poor young lady.

As uncle Bertie closed the door to his isolated home he lifted the semi-conscious girl over his shoulder. The chloroform had worn off by now but the pill kept her disorientated, manageable and compliant.

"UUh uncle I... I..." She lolled around over his shoulder her fine rump high his hand gripping it firmly as he made sure the limo was leaving.

"Down stairs with you," he said with a playful spank of her behind Candice yelping indignantly her hand on her brow as if heavily drunk.

"I don't understand what's going on?" She mumbled as he descended the newly renovated steps to his rushed construction job, opening the cellar door. She felt so weak and detached, like a dream. Was it a dream?

"Do you know how hard it is to get builders at a few days notice?" He said as if in an everyday conversation.

Candice groaned and tried to push herself up and off his shoulder, but then just slumped back. He continued.

"Once I knew you were coming here I only had a week to get the place built."

"What place I don't..."

"Your own little dungeon," he added, "I told them it was for storing wine but I've got something much sweeter to while away the hours tasting."

Candice gave a loud frustrated moan her head swimming. Not a dream? No a nightmare?

In the newly renovated wine cellar it was cool and dark the smallest of slit windows high above allowing a shaft of heavenly light to hit the floor.

As he surveyed the room he turned allowing the slung young woman to see a mattress, chairs and other items.

"While you were in the garden this week all forlorn the builders have been busy at work." He examined the plastered walls. "They seemed a little curious why I would want such thick sound resistant walls; but a jobs a job and I paid well."

He dropped his shoulder depositing the girl onto the mattress her legs and arms sprawling. She wasn't dreaming it was becoming all too real.

"No uncle please why are you doing this?" She said coughing and shaking her head to clear her dizziness. "I don't understand what do you want?"

Her Uncle stopped; gripping his waist, coughing.

"Your mother was such a hot bitch, God I wanted to fuck her. And she knew it the fucking tease. Aunt Stephanie knew it too and hated her for it. So perfect and always flirting I couldn't help myself." He wiped his brow the effort of heaving her downstairs starting to tell.

"Well I knew I could never have her. But I realised last week that I can have her daughter."

Candice mouth fell open, what was he saying? He was been so rude, so vulgar about her mother. Then she understood what he meant about having her daughter!

"No you're insane you can't think you can get away with this!" Candice blurted in horror her eyes now showing true realisation.

Bertie nodded enthusiastically. "We are your only relations; Your College is at the other side of the country. Who's going to come looking for you? I intend to keep you down here for a long time." He then began to unbutton his shirt showing his pot belly.

"But, but you're my uncle, no that's disgusting." She gasped taking in mouthfuls of humid cellar air.

"Oh God you're a fucking lunatic! No no I.." Candice sprung to her feet a little unsteady the pills effect still strong.

Uncle Bertie grabbed her wrist twisting her around pulling her hands together behind her back. The fat ape towered over her his one hand able to hold both her wrists tightly together. His other hand reached for a large package clearly recently delivered to the home.

He flipped the cardboard open and Candice wailed. The box was full of black bondage kit; cuffs, leg restraints, whips and bizarre colourful dildos.

"Its amazing what you can get delivered these days," he laughed.

He snapped the cuffs on her wrists and with one double motion gripped her funeral dress on either shoulder and ripped it down. The black fabric slit down the nape of her back becoming a mere rag showing her perfect slim waist and swan neck.

"Rrrrrrrrrrippppppppp!

Candice swayed feeling so dizzy and feint. She could hardly raise a hand to stop him as his hands spun her around fingers searching for more fabric to tear.

Now her firm hard ass was revealed full hipped with fabulous legs. She had matching black panties and bra which her uncle, this horrid man nearly three times her age wasted no time in removing.

Snap!

Rippppppp!

"No need for clothes from now on." He laughed; "unless of course I'm playing dress up with you."

He reminded himself to have a look at the maid and schoolgirl costumes available from his online order sex store.

Candice swayed on her heels her legs feeling limp her mind in overload. She'd felt her uncle's hand on her ass ripping her panties away but her body refused to fight back drained of its energy.

He let go of her and she fell onto her knees arms behind her back hair bedraggled, fiery red unlike her sedated manner. However she could still muster an insult.

"You fucking bastard I, you, ugggggggh oh shit!"

He was now knelling behind her hands on her ankles.

"This will make things easier I think." He said putting her into bondage.

She felt her ankles pulled apart then just under her knees he snapped on carbon fibre manacles. She rolled onto her back with difficulty her legs now forced open about a foot apart. She could see what had happened she had a rod between her knees attached to the manacles. It was light but very rigid and strong.

"It's expandable," Bernie said beginning to pull the pipe apart.

"Ugggggg!"

Candice gave an embarrassed groan. The tube was telescopic from the middle out both ways. As it extended it clicked locking itself so Candice was unable to push her knees back together.

Click, click, click.

"Uggggggg no, no!" She groaned, her knees now two foot apart. Her eyes were wild with horror. Her groin pushing was up, her calves bending in, her toes just able to touch.

Click, click, click.

"Oh God uggggggg!"

Now her knees were a uncomfortable three feet apart bending slightly her cute toes over a foot between them even when trying her best to touch. She was splayed open her mound pronounced, her ass clenched, her flat tummy tense.

"How do you like that Candice?" He drooled. "You look fantastic all open and wanton."

He was satisfied her knees would not open anymore, well not without splitting the young bitch in two.

He gripped the rod in the middle pushing it back towards her heaving tits.

"Uggggggggggggg!!!"

Candice watched with horror as her knees were forced up and back towards her head her ass raised more her toes now pointing towards the ceiling. With her hands behind her back and now this leg restraint he could bend her like a fucking toy doll into any position he wanted.

He knelt over her; the red head on her back legs apart knees now either side of her ribs cage. With one hand he held the rod allowing his other hand unobstructed access to her young holes.

He licked his finger then began to examine her.

Candice felt his finger circling her pussy rim slowly getting closer and closer to entering her. She stared like a wild woman realising the inevitable.

"OOOOOOOh no please I've never...I mean I..."

Uncle Bertie laughed pressing on her mound; the slightest of liquid spilling from her hole.

"Oh but you already have Candice. In the limo grunting like a little whore you were."

Candice shook her head, she didn't remember.

"No I didn't I can't. " Her mouth opened in a horror filled oval pout as blurred thoughts filled her head. "Wait...I...ohhhhhhhhhh!"

Bertie laughed again. "Looks like the chloroform wasn't as brain deadening as I imagined. Good! It's important to remember your first time."

He pushed his finger in the slimy hole as she cooed in embarrasment. "Still lots of me in there by the looks of it."

Candice blushed; her mind having no place to retreat to. He'd fucked her! Put his cock up her! She just remembered sensations and a feeling of dominance. But she knew he wasn't lying.

"Yes I know and your parents only just buried." He said in mock sympathy.

He pushed her legs all the way back so her kness rested on the floor either side just below her armpits the carbon rod pressed hard across her ribs under her tits. Now her anus was pointing up at him. His face buried down onto her rump his tongue on her sphincter rimming gently.

"Ugggggggggg no, no NOOOOOOO!"

She felt his tongue push at her rear hole. Her little bum entrance, the man's lips sucking and tasting. What was he doing? The feeling was eye popping strong the tender flesh wanting to yield wanting to open to let his tongue in a little.

"Oh uncle no, no you mustn't please. Oooooooooooh!"

Bertie was filled with lust. He'd always groaned with frustration seeing that tight ass in short skirts. Now he had his tongue pressed hard against her private hole, the thoughts as to what was going through her mind as arousing as the taste of her soft skin.

"Is the pill working?" he asked lifting his face. "It is a muscle relaxant and also raises sensitivity."

"Uhhhhhhhhh!" Candice gave a long groan as if to answer. It obviously was.

He pushed his tongue firmly against her sphincter again.

"It feels like you're just about to let me in there sweetie." He added pleased the pill was doing its job.

He pulled back and began to roll her onto her knees. She grunted with effort as she knelt legs forced apart her face flat on the mattress ass higher than shoulders beginning to glisten with sweat.

"No uncle please, not my bottom!"

He picked up a purple cock shaped vibrator. It was like a spear tip; a pear shape with raised rings along it length. On turning the base the length would buzz at a high speed the rings almost appearing to slide up and down the full length creating an amazing burrowing sensation.

He squirted gel onto the tip and then pressed it against Candice's anus.

"No ugh ugh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The thing pushed her open then slid like it was indeed a spear tip into her rectum. She gulped; gritting her teeth her eyes tight shut as she swallowed the length.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

With a disgusted grunt she accepted the device. Then she began to pant her eyes wide and ablaze feeling the alien thing perfectly shaped for penetration deep in her gut.

"Bertie!!! What the hell are you playing at?"

Candice and her uncle almost jumped from their skins. It was Aunt Stephanie standing at the bottom of the cellar steps looking into the room.

Uncle Bertie was lost for words.

Candice wasn't.

"Oh God Aunt Stephanie he's gone mad! Ugg! Help me you got to do something. Please!!!"

Aunt Stephanie stepped into the room her eyes showing rage staring at her husband.

"I've got the women's institute over for supper later! What had we agreed about keeping this door closed and locked?" The woman chastised her husband like a school mistress and her pupil. "I could hear the bitches' moans from the front porch!" Added the sweet silver haired aunt.

"Auntie, uhh no please not you too!"

Candice's stomach turned and she began to splutter and cough in despair. "No, no, no, no, this is crazy!"

Aunt Stephanie slammed the door closed and bent down taking the base of the vibrator out of her husband's hand. She pushed him away and pointed to his bulging trousers.

"Shut it you little slut and get sucking your uncle's cock!"

Auntie knelt down her hand gripping the bottom of the purple toy. She twisted the ring on the base and the thing came alive.

Zzzzrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

"Ohhhhh uhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk!"

Candice bit her lip her ass wobbling as Aunt Stephanie twisted the vibrator inside her. The plastic cock was going berserk making her rubbery walls hiss with sensation.

"Oooooooooooooooo!"

"Not deep enough yet you bitch." Aunt Stephanie snapped, taking off one of her heels." Looks like your ass is too tight for it"

"Uhh what? No uggggg I, uggggggggggg!" Candice realised the evil woman had a solution.

As Uncle Bernie pinned her shoulders his wife began to tap on the base of the vibrator with the heel of her shoe, slowly coaxing the thing deeper into Candice's tight hole.

Tap!

Tap!

Tap!

"Uggggggg!" Candice neck stretched as she tried to escape but it was useless, her auntie was plugging the buzzing, drilling cock all the way up her.

Tap!

Tap!

Tap!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The fat base was all that was left exposed and still she hammered away.

"Uggggggggggg no, no, nooooo!" It was almost completely inside before the panting auntie stopped. Just a mere half inch of base was left for extraction latter.

"Ohh jessssss it's too uggggggggggggg!" Candice was groaning and bitching but that just excited them more, the vibrating thing was making her eyes cross.

"Oh God it's driving me crazy!"

Uncle Bertie had his cock out by now and he knelt in front of the doggie positioned girl. His wife gripped the red heads brilliant mane pulling her head up snarling in her ear. "Lets take your mind off it shall we?" And the man's cock sprang up around her nose, auntie giving the orders.

"Start sucking or I'm going to hammer this thing so deep it won't come out!"

Candice felt her pat the impaled vibrator base menacingly.

Candice had tried to resist but knew it was useless. His cock was pressing against her painted lips. If she sucked him they'd take the awful vibrator out, probably?

She opened her beautiful mouth her uncle gripping the back of her head pushing in.

"Mmmmhhhhhhhhh."

She was struggling not to choke his sweaty cock tasting disgusting, her own musky juices still present on the bell end.

"Mmmmmmmmmf!"

"That's it baby lick me clean. You're so good to your old uncle." He teased and her stomach turned. She was servicing her fat old uncle while her auntie patted her dildo filled ass in appreciation, like she was some domestic animal.

"Good girl I knew you'd understand." Stephanie said caressing her hips and tight waist. "You're our little slave from now on. Remember what I said earlier at the limo? You'll get over it eventually." Her Auntie was enjoying this.

"Your bitch mother was always having the upper hand with her looks and her perfect tits." Auntie slapped Candice's ass in resentment, "just like her perfect daughter. Well we'll see about that, won't we?"

Candice was moaning as she pumped back and forth on her uncle's cock feeling her lips push his foreskin back tasting the unwashed head. She was unable to answer back with the meaty mouthful she was swallowing. The anal burrowing frenzy and the battering on her tonsils were taking all her concentration. Her Auntie continued her rant.

"Your mother thought she could have my husband! Well I've had the last word on that. Why do you think we haven't talked for years? It was because my fucking husband couldn't keep his hard on away whenever she was near."

Bertie closed his eyes in embarrassment as well as from teen sucking sensation.

Auntie shook her head as his naivety. "Damn fool, she'd have never let him in a million years, but it didn't stop her flaunting herself; always having to compete with her big sister." Stephanie's eyes narrowed. "And usually she won. Well not this time."

Candice managed to spit out the bloated cock end, tears welling in her eyes, her emotions in turmoil. Was all this over sibling rivalry?

"My parents are dead now, how could you do this!" She screamed, ruffled hair looking like she had fallen through a bush.

Stephanie laughed. "Very easily my dear; but don't worry we'll visit them very soon."

Uncle Bertie gripped the young woman's cheeks squeezing them together making her look up into his eyes.

"That's right Candice give it few nights and take you back there so I can fuck you over the grave." He explained in delight.

Candice shook her head, appalled, wanting to puke with the thought. "No, no, no how could you think... you filthy bastards."

Stephanie chuckled with satisfaction at finally having the last word over her sister.

"That's right, her cute little daughter getting furiously banged over her rotting bones! Hee! Hee! By the man she used to cock tease; how poetic!"

By now Bernie's cock had become a magnificent stiff sausage. He gripped the base pointing it direct to the roof; Candice's spittle trailing from the tip back to her quivering lips.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrr! The vibrator was still deep and on full power and Candice felt her spine quivering with the invaders energetic dance.

"Please it's too much uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She realised it was starting to crawl deeper into her. If they didn't get it out she'd swallow it up her hole very soon.

"Ugggggggggggg aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She screamed as Auntie gripped the base and roughly tugged the monster from her; anus stinging at the rapid exit.

Then they both gripped Candice's bound hands and hauled her up into a standing position her legs still locked apart.

"Over the chair." Aunt ordered and they man handled her into position. The sexy teen was bent over the back of the chair ready for mounting up her ass.

Aunt Steff picked up a ball gag from the box and pushed it into her mouth.

"Bite on this sweetie," she advised tying the band around the girl's head, her uncle angling into position.

"MmmmmmmmmmmFFFFFFF!"

Bertie thrust into her ass hard and upwards almost making her feet lift from the floor. Aunt Stephanie pushed her niece down even more her face on the seat her eyes blinking with the buggering sensation. Her eyes grew wider still as the silver haired aunt told her of all the adventures would have.

They had so much planned for her.

Fisting, tit torture, inflating stuff inside her pussy and ass, the woman continued; whipping, even games with Frankie the family dog! The list seemed endless and as her aunt reeled off the indignities Candice stared straight ahead grunting with each gut turning rut of her uncle as he tried in vain to split her in two with his cock.

Slop!

Slop!

Slop!

The young woman could never have imagined the indignity. The old mans cock like a dagger stabbing up her butt hole. Her inner walls felt his foreskin been tugged back and forth his dirty wet eye hole any second about to release.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssssss!"

She felt the sickening wetness deep inside her; the torrent of spray as her uncle came like it was an Olympic event.

"Yesssssssssssssssss!"

As he slipped from her his cock trailed his seed her ass completely deflowered.

He wanted to do more to her but his body said no. He was exhausted.

"Where do you think you're going?" Aunt Stephanie said rummaging through the cardboard box. Bertie stopped his retreat and nodded in acceptance, games would be over when his wife said they were. Aunt Stephanie had now put back on her heel and in her black funeral dress she indeed suited her dominatrix manner.

"Hold her in that position," She ordered Candice still slumped over the back of the chair. "We still have a good hour or so before my soirée."

And with that aunt Stephanie produced a black nylon cane from the box cracking the air with a forceful blow.

With the first strike of the cane on her firm round ass Candice's eyes almost popped out on storks. Her world was in chaos and she only hoped that somehow when she shortly passed out she would awake back in college dorms her bedside clock showing the date of seven days previous.

*

Everything was as normal the next Sunday; Aunt Stephanie sat on the veranda with her friends from the committee. Each lady had a cup of tea and a cake, whiling away the afternoon putting the world to rights.

"Bertie, Bertie, come and say hello to Mrs Higgins," cried Stephanie as her husband returned from his outing.

Bernie gave his wife's friend a reluctant nod as he entered the house holding a box under his arm.

"More stuff for the cellar?" Auntie said with a wry smile. Bertie smiled back holding up a transformer and car jack leads. "You can never buy enough stuff for the cellar," he replied.

"Well you go back to your little hobby." She said blowing him a kiss.

She then waved him off. "Don't forget to close the cellar door we don't want to hear you banging away all afternoon." Bertie nodded and quickly headed downstairs.

Aunt Steff rolled her eyes in mock frustration commiserating with all the other wives.

"Oh boys and their toys," She laughed, "we all know what they're like;" and her gaggle of friends nodded and smiled sympathetically.

Me Ben And Dan part 3

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....The next day was to be roleplaying day, but it was still in a sub and dom context. For breakfast mistress N, mistress B and Emily got up early, went out to the barn and had each got a very generous amount of cum from the horses. Mistress S handed each of us a cup of cum and a funnel and ordered us into the kitchen. Each of the girls where on the dinner table, legs up waiting to be fucked and the cum funneled in. It was the perfect breakfast, I jumped in front of mistress B, but Emily had other ideas when she grabbed me by the cock. I was very hungry, so after a brief lashing from my tongue, I slammed my cock to the back of her skull. Within the time it took Ben and Dan to get it going, Emily and I were cumming in tandem. My cock is only 6 inch’s, so if I was going to f

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it in all that horse cum she need some more stretching. So I sat down in front of her pussy, she cried out in pleasure as I began to stretch her walls with both my middle and index finger. After a bit of licking and stretching I decided breakfast was about to be served. I put her legs up on my shoulders, placed the funnel in and slowly poured my breakfast down the hole. I was eating by the time Dan and Ben were cumming. I sealed my mouth around her fuck hole and sucked gulp after gulp of milky bitter cum out. I then moved my mouth pee hole and rubbed her belly and a few seconds later I had my morning coffee. Dan and Ben soon followed. We were ordered up stairs to shower and when returned back down they would be in costume and have our costumes.

As I entered the bathroom Ben ran up behind me and tackle me to the floor. He said, "Dan and I have a surprise for you." Just then Dan came bursting in with my older sister on his shoulder. Then Ben punch me in the stomach four or five times, then he grabbed my drained nuts and squeezed. I could do nothing as Dan pined my sisters shoulders under his legs and fed her his cock. Soon after Ben did the same to me, a few minutes later they both fucked our skulls so hard he vomited all over ourselves. "Don’t fuck with us today," Dan yelled. They then walked out.

My sister Tracey, is 5'6", weights 125 lbs, has short dark hair, the cutest little minx like nose, the most leveling hazel eyes, a sloppy sexy ass like Rachel Ray, the biggest dark nipples on a wall ever, and has never shaved her pussy or pits, very light skin with dark little feminine hairs all over and is bitchy and has been a tease to Dan and Ben many times.

I turned to see a look of sheer joy on Tracey’s face, she turned to me and saw the same look. I then moved closer and licked some of her vomit out of her delectable ear. I moved to licking the rest of her face and she did the same. As soon as we had each other just about clean mistress N came storming in, in a cop uniform, "you two are late and will answer to me now," she said. She then pulled out her night stick that had a dildo on the long end. She jammed it in my mouth and ordered Tracey to put cuffs on me. Handcuffed and blind folded, she led us to the jail cell in the basement, locked the door and left. Tracey and I climbed onto the bottom bunk and began to spoon and fall asleep.

We awoke to see Butch, a large Bull Mastive lying in the corner of the cell. Tracey climbed down to him and began to rub his belly. "What are you doing that for," I asked. Tracey replied, "well if he is going to fuck you ass he need to be hard, duuuuu." I said, "fine but I better get finally get to eat your pussy and ass." "Duuuuu silly, of course," she yelped. I leaped down, sat behind her and began to rub her nipples and kiss her neck. She had the dog hard now and climbed onto all fours, I did the same. I spit in my hand and rubbed it on my hole as the dog walked behind me. He walked over me and I guided his large cock into my hole, screaming as it entered. Tracey giggled at my screaming and then gasped as it unleashed my tongue on her very wet and tasty pussy. It tasted so yummy and I could smell it all through her hair, it almost made the brutal pounding on my ass seem meager. By the time the dog had filled my ass, my face was dripping wet and I had four fingers easily sliding in. The dog left and laid down in the corner, I then moved to licking her cute little hairy asshole. It is so beautiful looking, the way it starts with a dark yummy center and fades on her cheeks. I tasted heavenly as I licked a few dingle berries. "Finish it," she yelled. So I spit on my protruding hand and jammed it in up to my wrist. Her scream and massive orgasm felt wonderful squeezing my wrist, I sopped up the escaping juices. I pulled out my hand to leave a gapping hole in the dark hairy fault. I quickly moved in with my cock and began to pee in her gash. She turned and said, "you nasty little cunt." 10 seconds later it

full so I laid down under her and watched it poor onto my face. "Take a seat," I said and her big ass lowered onto my face. My tongue danced over her crack once again, tasting better than before now that it had a fresh coat of sweat. After a few tasty licks she got off my face and moved to my cock, but as she was about stuff her asshole with my cock mistress N walked in. "Ohhh! Now you little sluts are in for it!" Miss N yelled. She unlocked the door walked over to Tracey, grabbed her by her hair. Bent her over the bottom bunk and pulled out the cock night stick. "Mmmm! You have the nastiest little hairy crack ever," she said as she shoved 8 inch of the stick in."Get the dog over here butt boy and get him ready," she said. I walked the dog over bent down and began to lick his sheath opening, seconds later the big cock slipped out into my mouth. Mistress N smacked me and said, "that tasty treat is not for you butt boy." She then grabbed the dogs leash and led him behind my sister. He mounted right up and with a little help from me she was getting the pounding of her life. Mistress N then placed a leash and collar on my neck, and ordered me next to sis. She unzipped her pants and pulled out the pink fist again, it made me shiver to see a sexy woman in a uniform of power about to pound my hole. Trace looked over to see me cringe. I then remembered the dog cum in my hole and hoped she would notice. "Oh look," she said, " the nose in your ass is running." She leaned forward o my ear and whispered, "now you know why you get the fist. Tracey was enjoying her pounding when I looked over, then she cringed as the dogs not expanded and exploded in her. I screamed as the fist tore into my hole, "Now clean out you sisters nasty little turd box," Mistress N demanded. She got on the bed, in front of me, I dove in pressing my face as hard as I could in her milky cheeks. Sucking all the sweet dog jizz out that I could. Without warning Tracey pushed back against my tongue and a couple of tiny little morsels slip down my throat, I wanted to chew on them. I smacked her right butt cheek to warn her to stop, she did. After a few minutes more of pounding my ass, mistress N yawned, got up and locked the door behind her. Tracey and I looked at each other and laughed, I pulled her on the bed with me and began to lick her sweaty salty neck, her cute little ears, her cheeks, under her eyes, and even in her bugery nose. I then moved to the best tits and nipples I have ever seen, giving each of them ample attention, they must stick out an inch and half. It was time for my licking desert, I pushed her arms above her head to expose one of the most beautiful sites. I rose up to take in my hairy sisters body and cute face, I the dove in and began licking her unbelievably hairy, tasty, succulent arm pits. I fell in love with them when I was about 13, never really saw it on other girls, which drove me all the more crazy over them. After a few mintues of clean sis, she grabbed my nuts and squeezed them til I screamed. "Now im going to do what mom wants to do to you," She yelled. "Wa wa what’s that," I said. She then pulled out a ball gag from under the pillow and said, "you’ll see little sis." I whimpered at what I knew was coming next, just then mistress N walked in followed by my mom with a suite case. Mistress N unlocked the door and let my mom in.

My mom is a lovely full figured woman, 5'8", 140lbs, she has short light brown hair, lips that could suck the chrome of a trailer hitch, a big round ass, 44dd saggy tits like Christy Canyon that still produced milk and always wished I was a girl.

I sat on the bed next to Tracey as my mom opened the case and pulled out a razor and foam. She the proceeded to shave my lower body. A half hour later she was done and ordered me to stand. I did as she handed me a hot pink thong out. Tracey grabbed my cock and pulled it between my legs and taped it to my thigh. I put on the panties and was handed a lacy bra, fake boobs and put them on. Next my mom pulled out a little red dress, I pulled it up and was ready for makeup. Tracey grabbed the razor and shaved my face. Next she applied the makeup, and a blonde wig. "Come here you little sluty girl," Mom said, and put a leash and collar on me. Next my mom and Tracey left me in the cell so they could go get dressed. They returned half an hour later, my mom was dressed in a suit with a fake mustache, Tracey was in a tiny pink dress with a rather large strapon on. "You my bitch now," Tracey said, as she grabbed my collar and put a blindfold on.

An hour later the blind fold was removed and I saw what looked like a fantasy lesbian/bi/gay bar. I swallowed hard as Tracey and my mom led me into the bar and to a both in the corner. We sat down and ordered drinks, the cutest little server took our order. She had on a tank top that made her pointy tits look yummy, had on a tan skirt that gave her booty the perfect little waddle. She gave me a wink as she left, but Tracey grabbed my collar and pulled me under the table. She unveiled the big red strapon and forced my mouth onto it. My ass was sticking out the end of the booth as I sucked, the server smacked my ass with moms approval as she return with more drinks. A few minutes later a tall blonde slut came and sat next to my mom and they began to flirt. She had long blonde hair in a pony tail, big full lips had the body of a volleyball player. I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to burry my face between her thick thigh as I sucked Tracey’s cock. The blonde and my mom retired to the bathroom together, then the server sat next to sis and began to flirt and inquire about me. "He is my bitch of a little brother, Tracey said. The server giggled at her answer, "does he suck anything besides cock," she asked. Tracey smacked my face and said, "Get ready to suck something with some actual blood flow." She handed my leash to the serve named Jordan, and she pulled me under her skirt. There I saw a freshly shaved pussy, with the biggest dark pussy lips I had ever seen. I suck on each lip for what seem like an eternity, I the fingered her butt as I moved to licking between the lips. She screamed as pussy juice sprayed in my mouth and on my face. She pulled me up from under the table, and saw the mascara running down my cheeks, she laughed. Jordan then grabbed my fake boobs and began to lick my face, in the mean time Tracey was up Jordan tank top giving her nipples a pinch. After a few more minutes of licking and pinching Jordan left to go get our food, so I went to the ladies bathroom to fix my makeup. When I returned my mom and her new friend and Tracey we eating. My plate was no where to be found on the table. Tracey grabbed my leash and pulled under the table again, but under he skirt was the red dildo in a hot dog bun cover in vomit, snot and spit. I dove into the best hot dog ever, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the blondes thick thighs open as she placed an empty cup between. I return to the top of the table and the blonde handed me the cup, "Drink up little slut," she said. So I gulped it down in a matter of seconds. Jordan returned and sat with us the rest of the evening, I was passed from pussy to pussy licking each one to a ragging orgasm. I had one more public humiliation as Tracey pulled me on her lap pulled my thong aside and shoved the dildo in my mangina. I screamed as loud as I ever had and a few people next to us laughed at me. We were then asked to leave, so all five us retired back to the ranch. Tracey and I were returned to our cell along with the Blonde who’s name is Jennifer and Jordan. I’m not sure what happened the rest of the evening.