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Sex Slave for Hire

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The house was in the country, on a small estate surrounded by forest. The couple was young, in their mid-thirties, with the kind of jobs that meant they rarely had to sit behind a desk. They had money and needs, and word went out through the vine I listened to that they were looking for a maid, and a slave.

   I rang the doorbell. A moment later the door opened and a very attractive young man stared down at me. His skin was brown, Latino, I thought, and his eyes black. He had an arrogant look to him, and I hoped he wasn't the Master of the house. He wore black leather pants and nothing else, his body rippling with smooth muscle.

   He let me in and gestured that I should follow him. He took me to a salon where the M

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aster and Mistress of the house reclined on couches.

   The Mistress motioned me to a chair. The interview began. I answered their questions honestly; I was here in the hope of laying myself bare to them, giving them all I had, and I would start now. I studied them discreetly and liked what I saw. She was slim, willowy, with long chestnut hair and amused green eyes. He was tall, well-built, with short dark hair and a supremely handsome face. I felt myself grow moist just looking at him, at his strong, capable hands. When it came time for me to strip and let them examine me, I trembled at their touch, their probing fingers making me wetter than ever. I moved into various positions for them as they pinched and swatted me, testing my reactions. I gasped and whimpered softly, a hot flush on my skin as I let them study me. I prayed they would be pleased.

   They exchanged a glance, and I knew they wanted me. There was a contract to sign, and I felt a thrill of arousal as I signed over my body and my sexual freedom to them. I was given a week to sort out my affairs and an order to refrain from indulging in pleasuring myself, or anyone else. 

   The week passed by in a blur. My thoughts never really left their large house, and my body throbbed in anticipation of all that would come.

   When I returned, baring just one small suitcase, the same man brought me into the house. We did not speak to each other; the collar around his neck told me he was a slave too, and would wait to be told by his Mistress if he could speak. I, too, could wait.

   He led me to a bedroom that I guessed would be mine. On the bed was laid out my uniform. He stayed with me while I undressed and put it on. I could feel his eyes on me, hot and angry. I looked at his arrogantly handsome face, now marred with hatred. He resented my presence here, that was obvious. But I did not think it would become a problem.

   The uniform was a maid's costume, with a black corset and a stiff black skirt like a lampshade barely touching my skin. There was no underwear, but garters and stockings were included. The other slave came over to tighten the laces on my corset; I gripped the bedpost and gritted my teeth as he viciously pulled on them, tightening them until I could barely breathe. My breasts spilled up over the top, my nipples peeking up. I slipped my feet into the spiky stilettos and did a practice walk - it had been a while.

   I heard footsteps in the doorway and the other slave immediately sank to his knees. I did the same, pressing my forehead to the floor.

   "Let's take a look, shall we?" the Master said. "Up."

   We rose to our feet and the Master scrutinised me. I held myself still as he ran his hands up my legs, brushed his lips across my breasts, and lightly slapped my bottom, rubbing the tender flesh.

   "Very nice, very nice indeed," he said finally. He looked over at the other slave, standing quietly nearby. "Go and get them."

   The slave was gone but a moment and when he returned the Master told me to turn around and bend over the bed before I had a chance to see what he carried. With every inch of me tingling in anticipation and more than a little fear, I did as instructed.

   "Spread your legs for me," the Master ordered. I moved them apart as far as I could and he moved in behind me. My skirt was pointing up at the ceiling, my bum and shaved pussy completely exposed. The Master ran his finger between my lips and then dipped the tip into the pool of juice collecting there. Then it wasn't his finger but a round ball, and he was pushing it inside me. Not just one, but a string of balls, inserted deftly inside me. I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut to keep from making a sound. Finally they were all in, and the Master tugged gently at the string dangling between my thighs. Pleasure spun through me and I gasped aloud, earning me a smack.

   "There will be no orgasms without permission. Do you understand?"

   I forced my voice to be steady while I tried to fight the rippling sensations he caused by tugging on the string of beads. "Yes Master, I understand," I said obediently.

   The tugging stopped but he didn't move away. His hands roamed my arse cheeks and smacked and rubbed them until they were warm and red. I felt him pry my cheeks apart and oil was dribbled down my crack and into my arse hole. Before I had a chance to take in this new sensation a butt plug was inserted in one shove. I jerked and made a sound, unable to help myself.

   The Master sighed, disappointed in me already. "Take her to the punishment room. I will not permit disobedience in my slave."

   Down to the basement I was taken and swiftly tied to a whipping post, my skirt removed so it would not get in the way. The male slave smirked at me, pleased to see me lose favour so quickly. The rivalry between us had begun before I'd even arrived.

   A silky voice remarked, "Oh dear, punishment so soon? I had such high hopes for her."

   "A small thing, my love," the Master replied to the Mistress. "But please, stay and watch."

   I could not see them, but I listened and trembled as the Master picked out an instrument and took up position behind me. The first thwack landed squarely across my cheeks, striking the base of the butt plug and pushing it up inside me even more. The mix of pain and pleasure was unbearable. The blows rained down on my bottom and I was soon squirming and crying, begging for pardon.

   "Not until you can take your punishment quietly," the Master said sternly, pausing in his strokes for me to stop my sniffling. Then the whipping continued, and I bit my lip until it bled, determined not to cry out and displease him again.

   Finally, the punishment stopped. The other slave untied me none too gently and led me over to the Master. I watched, curious, as the Mistress beckoned to the other slave and he eagerly went to her.

   "All that whipping has made me wet, my toy," she said to him, sitting down in a big armchair and spreading her legs. "Kneel and bring me pleasure." He immediately dropped to his knees before her and bent his head to his task. My own pussy juices dripped at the sight.

   "Ah, all in good time," the Master said in my ear, his breath fanning my desires even more. "This is your first day in our service, and it hasn't started very well, has it?"

   "No Master. Forgive me Master."

   His hand slid up my leg and tugged on the string dangling from my pussy. I nearly came right there, with my arse on fire and the balls jerking inside my pussy, my back hole plugged and oiled, but with an effort I controlled myself.

   "Very good. I see you're learning, but what I want is total and absolute obedience." He sat in an armchair across from his wife, who watched us with a lazy smile on her luscious lips as her 'toy' ate her out, and drew me onto his lap. "I won't often fuck your pussy, my slave," he proceeded to tell me - I swallowed my disappointment - "But I have a great liking for your arse and your pretty little mouth here. You will wear the plug at all possible times unless ordered to remove it, and we will gradually increase its size so that you will be able to take me without lubrication. You see, I like to fuck at any time I please and sometimes I don't want to give any pleasure, only to take it. So you will be ready and willing to offer yourself whenever I desire. Do you understand?"

   "Yes Master, I understand."

   "Good. Now, you will have plenty to keep you busy, cleaning and whatnot, but that is second to serving me. My lovely wife has her own slave, and I have long been on the lookout for one for myself. Sometimes we will swap. Sometimes we will want a show. Sometimes we will offer you to our guests. You cannot say no to anything we ask, and you cannot pleasure yourself nor orgasm without permission. Tell me you understand, for I do not want to repeat myself."

   "I understand, my Master."

   "Good. Now on your knees before me."

   I slipped to the ground, the cold floor of the basement a sharp contrast to the fire that still seared my backside. The Master told me to take out his cock. I held it in my hand, gazing at its beauty, its size. I followed the Master's instructions as he told me the way he liked to be licked and sucked. I buried my head in his lap and thrummed with pleasure to hear him moan. The Mistress was gasping now, and her cries were increasing as her slave licked her clit and thrust his tongue inside her, flicking it against her soft inner walls. The Master suddenly grabbed my hair and forced his cock deeper inside me. I fought to relax my gag reflex as he rammed my mouth. I loved the sensation of him fucking my mouth, using me like the sex slave toy I was, with no regard for my comfort or unsatisfied desires. With a groan he exploded inside my mouth and held me still until I had swallowed every drop. Behind me I heard the Mistress cry out in her own orgasm, and thrilled at the raw sexual energy in the room.

   "Now for a show," the Mistress declared. She stood and her slave moved her chair to beside her husband's, where she took her seat again. I turned around, saw that they were facing a thick floor mattress covered with a soft rug. I wondered what they wanted me to do, and whether I could ask, when the other slave grabbed me and threw me onto the mattress. I pushed myself up and he slapped me, hard. Tears started in my eyes and my cheek smarted. He smirked at me, cruel delight in his eyes as he reached over and, yanking down the front of my corset, twisted my nipples with long fingers. By now I knew better than to make a sound, but should I submit? I glanced at the Master; his dark eyes were gazing at the scene intently, his hand slowly stroking his cock while his other hand played with his wife's breasts.

   It was a show, and in this I could make noise. I decided not to submit to this arrogant sex slave. I tried to wriggle away but he caught my legs and pulled me to him, kneeling between my knees. He yanked on the string and the balls inside my vagina rippled along the walls. I cried out with pleasure and arched my back, wanting more but knowing to come was forbidden me. The slave flipped me over onto my stomach and positioned me so my bum was in the air. He pulled on the string again, slowly, and let the balls pop out one by one, knowing it was torment for me to try to stop my orgasm. They came out slippery with my juices and he thrust them into my mouth like a gag. Then something bigger was pushing at my hole and in a cruel thrust he entered me, only to pause and then withdraw until just the head of his cock was inside me. Then, again, he thrust in, his large cock filling me, rubbing against the butt plug in my arse as entered me. His tempo increased and soon he was thrusting hard and fast, his hands reaching around to twist and pull on my nipples. I looked up again at the Master, wanting his approval, and saw his glazed eyes, the slight smile on his lips. The Mistress watched with a knowing look: she had felt this giant cock in her too.

   The male slave pulled out of my pussy so suddenly I nearly came with the loss. He threw me onto my back and knelt with his knees either side of my neck. He aimed his cock at my mouth and forcefully wrapped my hands around the shaft. I understood. I gripped him and wanked his cock rapidly, aiming the head at my open mouth. He stiffened, let out a groan and arched his back as his seed squirted onto my tongue. I licked him clean, to show respect for my Master, but I hated the Toy for having me. I wanted to be the Master's and no one else's, but knew there would be many more occasions when I would have to let other men and women use me however they wanted.

By now the Master's cock was fully erect, pre-come glistening from the tip. He got up and walked over to me, picking up the string of beads and kneeling beside me as I still lay on the mattress. He maneuvered my legs and inserted the beads once more, pinching my clit at intervals. With him, I made myself stay quiet and still.

   "I want you to come now," he said, music to my ears. I could have wept with joy and gratitude.

   "Thank you Master, oh thank you."

   He manipulated the beads, tugging on them as he put his lips to my clit and sucked. I came quickly, my breath catching in my throat, determined to please even as he gave me release. When I was calm he gently rolled me over onto my stomach, raised me onto my knees as the Toy had done, and with a Pop pulled out the butt plug.

   "I was going to wait," he breathed hotly in my ear, "but I can't. I hope you will be a good slave and dutiful, and mind my earlier words."

   "Yes Master, I will obey."

   Without any warning he nudged the head of his cock into my anus, easing it in slowly but forcefully. I pressed my face into the mattress to silence my screams as the pain ripped through me. With every fibre of my being I stopped myself from fighting him, willed myself to welcome his big cock into my tight back passage.

   When he was halfway in he began to move, slow thrusts without withdrawing. My arse relaxed and was able to take him all the way in, the pain turning to deep pleasure. My clit tingled, and as his cock rubbed up against the beads in my vagina I fought another orgasm. The beads gave extra pleasure to him too, and he soon lost himself in thrusting into me. He grabbed my hips and drew me onto him, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.

   "I want to hear you," he gasped, and I obeyed instantly, screaming my pleasure, my blissful frustration. I was a receptacle, a hole to be filled with whatever he gave me. He shuddered and climaxed, shooting his seed deep inside me.

   Afterwards, I felt calmer and happier than I ever have before. I loved the Master, I loved his mastery of me, his control of me, the way he gave me pain and pleasure, and could barely contain my eagerness to please him in any way possible.

To be continued, if you like it...

Blackmailed with BDSM

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For as long as I can remember, I've always enjoyed inflicting pain and suffering on others; it is quite a turn-on.

One morning I was on my way to work, but as I stopped at a red-light, I felt a sudden, thunderous bump on the back of my car.  Alarmed at this outrage, I got out to see that some careless driver hit the back of my car.  As I approached, the driver of the said car was a hot blonde chick who looked to be in her early 20s.  She was about 5'6", her boobs looked to be about 32B in size.  She had a slight tan.

Although the driver was quite the hottie, I didn't allow her sexy looks to deter my anger; for I had purchased the car only 6 months ago and paid good money for it.  Consequently, my rage was without

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end and wouldn't be quelled by the sight of even the most astounding beauty.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I shouted in her face.


Expecting her to apologize, she didn't.  Instead, she began to cry.  I waited for a moment to see if she would say anything.  Shortly thereafter, she said to me in a pleading voice: "Please, sir, don't call the police."

Wondering why she was afraid of me getting the cops involved, I inquired: "Why?"

"Well," she explained, "my driver's license is suspended because of an incident in the past.  I don't have insurance, either."

Upon hearing such words, I was simply floored.  My rage was so great that I immediately pulled out my cell-phone from my pocket.  But right before I could dial-up the cops, she screamed, "Wait! wait! wait! I'll... I'll do anything you want; just please don't call the police!"

"Anything?" I said with a sly tone.


"Yes, anything."

A chill swept down my spine at the mere thought of my being able to get this hot bitch to do anything.

I then proceeded to say to her, "Very well, then.  I want you to follow my car."

"Where are we going?" she inquired.


"You'll see when we get there."

In about 5 minutes, we arrived at my house.  I ordered her to sit in the living room and wait.  I then proceeded to phone work, telling them that I couldn't make it today.

I then went digging through the hall-closest to bring out the toys of my trade: Rope, hand-cuffs and a whip.

I then hand-cuffed the girl, who still remained on the living-room couch.  I tied her up so that she couldn't move, but tied her in a way that exposed her body to me.

She was very nervous.  Then, she started to get extremely uneasy.  She said, "I... I don't think I want to do this.  Please, let me go.  Just... just call the cops instead."


"Too late, bimbo," I said in a cocky voice; "you said that you'd do anything; there's no backing out now."

"But..."

And, before she could even utter the next word, I bitch-slapped her right across the face and said, "Shut the fuck up, bitch."  I then went to the garage, got the duct-tape, then taped several layers to her mouth.

"Now," said I, "arrange your body so that you are facing the ground but your ass is sticking up."  Having just been bitch-slapped, she was very complicit.

I moved behind her to see her face-down, ass-up and her anal-hole gaping wide open.  "Hmmm," I thought out loud, "what shall I do first: fuck your dirty little ass-hole or whip your soft, tender little buns to a bloody pulp?"  Deciding to use my whip first, I began to whip her senslessly.  This was not a lame, slow-paced whipping; I was fanatical with my whipping speed and frequency.  Red, bloody lashes were all about her ass; it made me so fucking horny.

I was enjoying inflicting fanatical pain on her with a whip to such a great extent, that I didn't pay much attention to her "screaming."  Although her mouth was duct-taped with several layers, she was still screaming, though it wasn't as loud since her mouth was restricted by the duct-tape.  I then tuned-in to her screaming; it was such a turn-on hearing her scream.  I then decided to speed up the frequency of my whips so that she would scream even more.  And, scream she did!  The more and more she screamed, the more and more horny I became.

Because I was working up such a heat, I was sweating relentlessly.  Thus, I had to take off my clothes.

I had enough whipping.  Now, my 7.5" cock needed to be satisfied.  So, I approached her bloody ass and stuck my cock into her anal-hole.  There was no lubricant; not even saliva.  Being that I was so fucking horny, I fucked like a fanatical jack-rabbit.  I was very rough with her ass.  And, being that there was no lube and that I was giving her ass-hole such a fierce fucking, her anal-tissues reptured violently.  But, I didn't let all that bleeding stop me from fucking her.  In fact, the blood made a very nice lubricant.

After fucking her ruptured, extremely bloody ass-hole for fifteen minutes, I cummed.  Upon pulling out my cock, it was a really big mess: Blood covered the entire thing.  So, I grabbed the bitch by her hair and pulled her face up close to my cock.  Removing the layers of duct-tape, I said to her in a cocky, demanding voice: "I want you to clean it off."  And, although she seemed reluctant to oblige, she still nevertheless complied.

My erection began to subside.  I was satisfied.  So, I untied and uncuffed her.  And although she looked bloody miserable, I thought she was quite sexy in such an afflicted condition.


"You can go now," I said.

But as she was heading out the door, she looked back at me, paused for a moment, then said, "I liked it."

Feeling a little surprised, I replied, "You... what...?"

"Yes, I enjoyed it very much; it was a very exciting sexual experience."

Because I wasn't expecting such a positive response, I was at a loss for words.  I paused for a moment not knowing what to say.

"Would you mind if I came back another day for more?" she asked.

"Oh, that would be excellent!" was my response.  "Very well, then. I'll be available tomorrow at 5:00 pm."

"That time is good for me."  And she headed at the door.

To be continued...

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 . . .”

Exploring April part I

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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.

 

This is a first story posted here:  comments and emails welcome.        

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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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    

Sex Games

jessicablank on BDSM Stories

Sex Games
-- by jessicablank
 
Mistress Elizabeth watched Todd walk through the door.  Sitting regally in her chair, she slapped her leather paddle against her hand.  The impact stung a bit, but seeing Todd flinch at the impact was worth it.  "You're late," she said.
 
Todd looked at his watch, caught off guard.  "No, I'm not, Mistress -- I'm..."
 
"Did I hear correctly, slave?"  Mistress Elizabeth's voice was threatening.  "Did you just contradict me?"

Flustered, now, Todd replied, "No, Mistress, I was just--"
 
"The forbidden word, slave!"  Mistress Elizabeth slapped her palm again.
 
Todd dropped onto the floor, kneeling, head bo

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wed.  His arms rose, outstretched, crossed at the wrists as if bound.  The position he assumed without thought, without resistance.  "I am sorry, Mistress!  I have been a bad, bad slave.  Please forgive me, Mistress."
 
"Forgive?"  The tone of Mistress Elizabeth's voice was just below complete outrage.  "Late in arriving, one demerit."
 
Todd winced, knowing this would cost him in punishment, very soon.
 
"Uttering the forbidden word... NO!" Mistress Elizabeth continued.  Todd cowered, hearing the word from Mistress' lips, already feeling pain from the word itself.  Pain she had conditioned into him, as a Pavlovian response.  His mind refused to remember the extended whippings, the repeated shouts of the forbidden word, his cries and whimpers -- it refused to remember, but the pain was there.  The aversion was there.  He could not help himself.  "THREE demerits!"
 
Todd began shaking, trying not to imagine what his punishment might be.
 
"But... I am in a merciful mood tonight, slave," Mistress Elizabeth smiled.  Todd was not sure he felt relieved at the sight of that smile.  "Still, I am going to change our plans for this evening."

Todd's weeks in chastity were supposed to have been at end, and he had been hoping for Mistress to grant his aching cock the relief of an orgasm -- even a tiny one.  Even if it meant hours of being whipped, and licking Mistress' pussy, and tonguing her ass, and obeying her every demeaning command...  And now...  Now it was all changed.  Something else was going to happen.  He felt the cock cage squeezing tighter around his penis -- so sensitive and yet so numb, after all the weeks of being locked up.
 
"Yes, Mistress," he replied -- and bowed to the floor, touching his forehead to the hardwood surface.  His arms remained outstretched, and the jacket of his suit felt tight around his arms and shoulders.  Still, he waited for Mistress Elizabeth's next command.
 
"Instead of our planned activities for this evening," she continued, "I want to do something... simple.  I want to play a game."  She leaned forward, gently slapping her hand once more, enjoying that Todd flinched at the sound.  She sat up straight in her chair, and said, "We're going to play... checkers!"
 
Todd felt confused.  He was certain he'd heard it wrong.  "Checkers, Mistress?"
 
"That's right.  You'll be red, and I'll be black."  Another slap of the paddle.  Todd shook.  "Go to the hall closet and bring out the checker set."
 
Todd stood up, and almost ran down the hall, to the end, and opened the doors.  He looked up to the left, finding the Monopoly game, the boxes of playing cards, the poker chips.  Finally, his eyes landed on the box with the checker and chess games.  He pulled the box out, and trotted down the hallway.  In a few minutes, he had set up the checkerboard, and the flat, coin-shaped game pieces, the red pieces all at his end of the board.  Todd hovered over the table, not sure what to do next.  Mistress was seated at one side, and an empty chair was at the other -- where his red pieces were.  But he knew better than to assume he had permission to sit.
 
Mistress reached out and swatted Todd's ass with the paddle.  "Strip, slave!  Clothes off -- NOW!"  Todd hastily began unbuttoning his jacket, draping it on the chair, unzipping his pants, removing his shirt.  Soon, he was setting aside his shoes and socks, with his underwear folded carefully on top, in the corner, against the wall.

"Sit down, slave," she commanded.  Todd sat, not sure what to do next.  Mistress Elizabeth shifted the board around, centering it on the table.  She looked up at him, holding the leather paddle in one hand.  There was no smile on her face.  Something was up.
 
"Your move," Mistress commanded.
 
Todd looked at the board.  The opening move in checkers -- there weren't all that many choices.  He pushed a red piece toward the center of the board, diagonally.
 
"One square," Mistress announced, "one swat.  Stand up and bend over, slave."
 
Todd looked at the board.  What had he gotten into?  He rose from the chair and bent over, presenting his bottom to Mistress.  THWACK!!  Her leather paddle hit his buttocks firmly, almost making him grunt with surprise.
 
"Sit down, slave," Mistress said.
 
Todd turned around, looking at Mistress Elizabeth, feeling confused -- but aroused at the same time.  His cock thickened inside the tight chastity, hurting a little.  Todd sat down -- though his bottom felt sore, and the chair chafed against his skin.
 
Mistress Elizabeth moved a black piece toward his red piece, the one he had first moved.  Blocking any further movement.  "On your knees, slave.  Kiss my foot."
 
Todd immediately dropped to the floor, and crawled next to the table, positioning his face over Mistress' right foot.  He was delighted that she was wearing sandals, out of which she could easily slip, exposing her long, smooth toes with the red painted nails.  He kissed the sensitive spot on the top of her foot, between the big toe and the second toe.  Lingering there, letting the warmth of his mouth soak into her skin, gently brushing his lips against her foot.  Then he planted a second kiss a little higher on her foot, more to the center, hearing her moan quietly at the sensation.
 
"Enough, slave.  Back in the chair.  Your move."
 
Todd felt disoriented.  Oh, yes -- the checker game.  He'd completely forgotten it, in his ecstasy of kissing Mistress' foot.  Todd rose quickly, bumping his right shoulder on the edge of the table, feeling incredibly clumsy.  He stood, realizing his cock was beginning to ache inside the tiny cage.  He bit his lower lip for a moment, and levered himself back into the chair, as Mistress had commanded.  He pushed a second red piece forward, leaving the first one protected.
 
"Another square, another swat," Mistress announced.  "Stand up, slave."  Todd stood.  "Turn around."  He presented his backside to Mistress for another swat.  There was a moment's delay, and then the sudden impact of her leather paddle on his skin -- forcing a tiny squeal from Todd's throat.  "Sit down again... slave," Mistress commanded.
 
Todd sat, shaking a little.  And watched as Mistress Elizabeth moved a different black piece toward his red one -- leaving an empty space behind it.
 
"On the floor," she commanded.  Todd dropped on all fours, as Mistress Elizabeth spread her legs wide.  "Nuzzle my pussy, slave."
 
Todd crawled forward, and pushed his face against Mistress Elizabeth's crotch, under her raised skirt.  Of course, she wore no panties, as usual during their sessions.  He pressed his nose along the cleft of her pussy, breathing slowly out through his nose, warming her skin.  He circled down and to the left, trailing the tip of his nose up the space between her thigh and her outer labia, then circling over her shaved mound.  Then down to the right and up again, along the other thigh.  He was about to press his nose directly against her cleft, when Mistress commanded, "Back in the chair, slave.  Your move."
 
Todd scrambled backwards on the floor, truly shaking now.  He rolled back and stood, then dropped his aching bottom onto the chair, surprised at how sore he felt back there.

He looked at the board, and saw Mistress' piece diagonal from his, with an empty space behind it.  A little uncertain about the consequences, Todd looked up at Mistress.
 
"You know the rules," she said.  "If you can jump, you MUST jump."  She stared at Todd, silently daring him to contradict her.  But the slave knew better.  He lifted the red piece, placed it on the board behind hers, and removed the black one, setting it aside on the table.
 
"Two squares... TWO swats!" Mistress Elizabeth announced.
 
Todd stood, presenting his red, sore bottom.
 
"Not on the rear, this time, slave," said Mistress.  "Turn around and face me."
 
Confused, Todd turned, his hands still clasped together, not knowing what to expect.
 
Mistress pointed her paddle at him.  "Hands behind you, slave."  And Todd moved his hands, his right hand grabbing two of the fingers of his left.  "Look down!" Mistress commanded.  "I did not give you permission to look at my face."  Todd stared down at the floor, his cock so tight in the chastity.
 
THWACK!  THWACK!  A hard blow across the top of his left thigh, another across the top of his left.  Todd's eyes filled with tears at the pain.  He tried to suppress a moan, but found himself sobbing for a moment, unable to stop.  Mistress waited, while Todd composed himself, and began to shuffle backward, and started to sit down again.
 
"Did I tell you to sit down, slave?" asked Mistress.
 
"N-- " Todd began, then caught himself before uttering the dreaded word.  "You did not, Mistress."  He resumed standing straight, his buttocks and thighs burning, cock aching.
 
"You took one of my pieces," Mistress Elizabeth accused.
 
It's part of the rules, Todd thought.  But he answered, "Yes, Mistress."
 
"What should be your punishment, for taking one of your Mistress' game pieces?"  She stood up, and approached Todd closely.  She pressed the edge of the paddle under his chin, pushing upwards.  "Look at me, slave."  Todd looked into her eyes.  "What sort of punishment should you receive?"

Todd was shaking, afraid that saying the wrong thing would earn him even more severe pain than getting it right.  "I...  I don't know, Mistress."
 
She trailed the edge of the paddle down Todd's neck, down the center of his chest, pressing it gently against his navel.  "You... don't... know..."  She drew the paddle back, as if getting ready for a swing at his face, and Todd's eyes went wide.  The Mistress Elizabeth lifted her other hand, holding up a small, black box, with two electrodes at one end.  She showed it to Todd, letting him see the small, metal prods glitter in the light.  Then she lowered her hand to his crotch, pressed the box against his balls under the chastity, and pressed the button.
 
Waves of intense pain throbbed through his balls, and Todd screamed, expelling the breath he had been holding without realizing it.  He lost all count of time, of how long the electrical sparks shot through his groin, but it seemed to go on forever.  Suddenly, Mistress Elizabeth pulled the box away, and Todd began to cry, shaking -- as Mistress casually walked back to her chair and sat down.

"Sit, slave!"  She reached out to the board, and moved another black piece, giving Todd another opening to jump -- straight to her side of the board.

Gasping for breath, Todd sat, and examined the board, realizing his was the next move.  He reached out to the red piece, ready to jump again.  Afraid of the consequences.
 
"Not yet, slave!  I just moved a square.  Time to pleasure your mistress.  On your knees again, and over here," she pointed.
 
Todd slipped off the chair, feeling the edge scrape against his sore bottom.  He shuffled forward on his knees, not sure if he should be crawling.  Mistress did not correct him.  And when he arrived at her chair, she unzipped her top, exposing her breasts.
 
"The left nipple -- SUCK!"
 
Todd leaned forward, his mouth opening...
 
"Not that way, slave!  MY left!"
 
Suddenly, Todd found Mistress' knee pressed firmly against his balls.  Not roughly -- but meaning business.  His mind was going fuzzy, it was hard to think.  He shook his head, trying to clear the fog, then thought a moment, and leaned to his right.  His lips closed around the large, soft nipple.  Teasing and sucking.  Feeling it harden inside his mouth.  He sucked, and then dared to scrape the edge of his teeth -- gently -- over the skin of Mistress' nipple.  Her moans told him she was enjoying the sensation.
 
"Enough, slave."  Mistress reached up with both hands, and pushed Todd's head away.
 
He crawled backwards, stood, and sat again, feeling the chair on his sore buttocks.  He began to reach for the red piece again, afraid of what might happen next.  Then Todd pulled back, folded both hands in his lap, and begged, "Please, Mistress, I don't want to play any more."

Mistress Elizabeth leaned her elbows on the table, smiling.  "Honesty, at least.  Good.  I don't want you holding any secrets from me."  She leaned back in her chair.  "But I never said you had a choice, whether to play or not."
 
Todd felt the floor drop out from under him.  His jaw dropping open, he leaned toward the board again, reaching for the piece.

"And," said Mistress, "in case you have any expectations of minimizing your punishment..."
 
Todd looked up, though he had not been given permission to look in Mistress' face.
 
"I want to make sure you play a good game."  She smiled even more broadly.  "I want you to play to win."
 
"Yes, Mistress," Todd replied, prepared to obey.

"And to sweeten the victory..."  The dominatrix reached into a pocket in her skirt and withdrew a shiny metal object.  She held it up, dangling it in front of Todd, at her end of the board.  The key to his cock cage.
 
"Mistress?..." Todd began, not sure what to ask.

She swung the key back and forth... watching his eyes follow...  "Yes, if you win the game, I'll unlock you -- for tonight..."  Then she withdrew the key, and put it back in the pocket.  "But if you lose...  I'll leave you locked up for an extra four weeks."
 
Todd's cock throbbed with pain, inside the tight lock.  "Yes, Mistress."
 
"You want to win... don't you?" she said.
 
"Yes, Mistress."

"Good boy.  Now, make your move."

Todd reached out to the red piece, and lifted it.  Jumping over Mistress' black piece to the back row.  He picked up the black piece, set it aside.  Remembering the punishments that Mistress had administered so far.  He looked down at the table, again remembering his place as a slave.  His voice quavered when he said the words that he MUST say:  "King me."
 
Mistress Elizabeth lifted the red checker, then took one of the discarded black checkers and placed it underneath, stacking the two together, with the red checker on top.  Now Todd's piece was the most powerful one on the board, able to move forward and backward.
 
Todd waited for Mistress' next command, afraid to imagine what she would do next.
 
"Go to the wall, and retrieve the riding crop, slave," she said.
 
When Todd returned, Mistress administered one blow to each testicle, making it so hard for him to stand.  She gently stroked the tip of the riding crop under Todd's balls, cooing, "That's two swats for two squares."  She leaned forward, and gently blew into Todd's ear, nibbling his earlobe.  "Now... for taking another of your Mistress' pieces... I want you to kneel on the floor, in a little ball."
 
Todd dropped to the floor, curling up, his hands balled into loose fists, held closely against his chest.  Click... click... click...  He could hear Mistress' boots, as she walked around him...  Around to his right... then by his head...  Trailing the riding crop down his back, between his shoulder blades.  Then walking past his left side... trailing the crop down between his ass cheeks...  Oh, God, not his balls again!  Then THWACK! THWACK! she struck two hard blows on the soles of his feet.  THWACK!  again, and THWACK! again.  Over and over, making Todd's feet feel like they were on fire!  The pain was so intense, he only realized Mistress had stopped when she shouted at him.
 
"Get up!" Mistress commanded.

Todd stood.

"Sit down," she said.  And Todd limped over to his chair, barely able to walk.  He slumped into it, panting, trying to remember whose turn it was.
 
Mistress pushed another black checker forward, directly in the path of his king.  Was she "throwing" the game?  Todd could barely think.  He started to reach for his king, when he realized again that he should be waiting for a command to pleasure Mistress.  He hardly heard her voice, as she commanded him to lie on the floor, face up.  In a moment, she was lowering her smooth, round ass on top of his face, cutting off his air, commanding him to push his tongue deeper into her ass, while her riding crop trailed up his left thigh... then up his right thigh...  So hard to think... seeing stars flashing...  His tongue deep into her warm hole...  Todd licked... and wiggled his tongue... again forgetting all about the checker game...  Then suddenly, Mistress' bottom lifted, and Todd exhaled, almost explosively, and gasped in a deep breath of fresh air.
 
"Up, slave," Mistress commanded.  "Sit down, and make your next move!"
 
And so the game continued.  The long, slow game of checkers.  Move by move, Todd alternated between pleasuring Mistress -- with his mouth, with his hands, licking, kneading, massaging, sucking -- and receiving so many different kinds of pain.  More strokes with the riding crop, slow crushing of his balls, a spiked wheel down all the most sensitive parts of his skin, and the whip -- stroke after stroke, on his ass, on his thighs, on his back.  Till, finally, shaking and barely able to see through the tears, Todd jumped his red king over Mistress' final black piece, and removed it from the board.
 
He stared down at the board, unthinking, the chair digging into his sore buttocks, the floor burning on his aching feet.  He waited, shivering.  Inhaling deeply, and shuddering as he blew out each breath.
 
Todd heard a scratching.  A scrape of something hard across the surface of the checker board.  And Mistress' hand entered his field of vision, now a narrow tunnel of light through the pain, pushing the key toward him.  Todd did not recognize it at first.
 
"You won, slave," Mistress said.  "Todd, can you hear me?  You won."
 
Todd stared at the key.  Then two thoughts finally met inside his head, and he reached forward, taking the key from Mistress Elizabeth's hand.  She let him take it, easily.  And he sat still, trying to remember what to do next.
 
"You may now unlock your chastity, slave -- only for tonight."
 
"Thank you, Mistress," Todd muttered.  He reached down to his crotch with the key, fumbling for a moment, and inserted it into the lock.  A simple turn, and click, and the lock slipped out, letting him open the cock cage and set it aside on the table.

"Stand up, and turn around," Mistress said.
 
Todd stood, feeling dazed.  His cock felt so strange, so cold out of the chastity.  So light, with the weight and the confinement removed.  He barely noticed Mistress moving around -- but he felt her wrapping the cuffs around his thighs, then the cuffs around his wrists.  The click-click of locks finally brought Todd out of his daze, and he realized that his hands had been locked at his sides, well away from his newly-liberated penis.
 
"Mistress...?" Todd began to ask.
 
"I said you could unlock your cock, slave," Mistress replied, "not that you could stroke it."
 
Mistress Elizabeth demonstrated, by squeezing her hand around Todd's cock, so very gently, and pulling from the base to the tip.  Reminding him of the sensation -- it had been so long!  He felt ready to cum, instantly -- but she let go of his cock, and took hold of his chin.
 
"Look at me, slave."

Todd looked into her eyes.
 
"You're going to sleep on your back, tonight.  No sheets or blankets.  NOTHING is to touch your cock -- do you understand?"
 
"Yes, Mistress," Todd nodded.
 
"Good boy," she replied.  "In the morning, I'll put your chastity back on for you, before releasing your hands."  She traced her fingertip around his lips, causing his cock to leap upwards, the pressure so instantly increasing.
 
"Would you like to be able to stroke it?" Mistress asked.

Todd shook, and his hips began to thrust forward, automatically.  "Yes, Mistress!  Please, Mistress, let me--"
 
"Shhhhhhhh!" Mistress said, pressing her finger against Todd's lips, sealing them.  "You're going to have to EARN that privilege, slave -- by playing another game.  Tomorrow night.  Would you like that?"
 
Todd shivered again, fear and lust warring inside his head, inside his body.  He found himself answering, "Yes, Mistress."  The words came with so little thought, now.
 
"When I was a little girl, I was very good at... marbles!  Would you like to play marbles with me, slave?"
 
"Yes, Mistress."  More and more automatic.
 
"Good.  Of course, every time you hit my marbles, you get to keep them."  She trailed her fingers down Todds chest, around his torso, around the bound arm, to his back, and down the cleft of his ass.  "I have some very special plans, on WHERE you will get to them."  She laughed, quietly.  "And I have a VERY big bag of marbles."
 
Todd's buttocks clenched together, involuntarily.  Still, his resistance was non-existent for now.  "Yes, Mistress," he replied.
 
"Come to bed now, slave," Mistress said, pulling on Todd's arm.  "Before you fall asleep, Mistress needs a good licking.  You'll get to smell my juices on your face all night long.  Won't that be nice?"  She hugged his arm closely.  "Doesn't it feel so good, to have your cock out of that tight cage?"

Todd walked side by side with Elizabeth, toward their bedroom, no longer thinking words.  Simply reacting to the mental images of licking Mistress' slick, wet pussy.  "Yes, Mistress."  Hands at his sides, mind in neutral, ready to serve.  The perfect, obedient slave.  Not even thinking about that big bag of marbles, and how the little, cool spheres would feel as they were pushed one by one, up inside him.  Tomorrow's game.  That was tomorrow's game.

"Yes, Mistress."  Tonight was yes, Mistress.
 
Yes, Mistress.


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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

 

Comments welcome Thomascan06@Yahoo.com

 

  

                

First meet

lilmissfruity on BDSM Stories

T/they had spoke for months via the computer and phone and had now decided to meet. He had arranged to meet her at the airport and waited anxiously watching for her to arrive. He looks at His watch and then at the flood of people coming towards Him. Searching for her face. He spots her and His heart skip's a beat. He stand's still and wait's for her to come to Him.

Looking through the crowd she sees Him. Her heart races. Looking at His smile as T/their eyes meet. Moving quickly she find's her bag and make's her way to Him. Not caring who sees her she drop's to her knees, placing her hands behind her back, and lowering her eye's.

"Hello my lil whore." He slip's His fingers through her hair. Lifting her head

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up to look deep in her eyes. Looking at her kneeling as she had so many times for Him in His Cyber dungeon.

"Hello my Master.” Letting His finger's lift her chin and looking into His eyes. He smile's down at her and slip's His hand into His pocket. He produce's a butt plug and smiles at her. He had told her what He wanted her to do as soon as she had agreed to visit Him.

He help's her up and hand's her butt plug. He pick's up her bag and follows her to the toilet's. He leans forward and kissed her hard on her lips, smacking her ass lightly as her head's off. He watch's her and smile's as she wiggle's her ass at Him.

In the toilets she find's an empty cubicle and enters. Lifting up her skirt she slips’s the butt plug along her wet pussy lip's to lubricate it. Bending over and slipping in the butt plug, biting down on her bottom lip as her anus refuse's it at first but she slowly tease's it in. Slowly pushing it fully in she stands up and adjusts to the new sensation it brings to her body. Pulling down her skirt and making sure everything’s in place she flushes the chain and leaves the cubicle. Washes her hands and makes sure she looks good for Him she leaves the toilets to find Him waiting for her. Approaching Him she taps Him softly on the arm to tell Him she's there.

"All ok my lil whore?” He asks as T/they head of to the car park. He notices her walking carefully and slowly. He directs her towards His car, placing her bag in the boot.

"Yes Master. Thank You Master for the gift.” Smiling across at Him as she carefully sits down. Feeling the butt plug push deeper inside her anus she lets out a soft moan. He watches the look of pleasure on her face.

He reach's across and cup's her breast's in His hand's. He let's out a moan. He’s wanted to do that for ages, just touch them. He removes one hand and moves it down to the zip on His trousers. His eyes never leave hers as He undoes the zip and takes His semi hard cock out. He watches her lower her eyes and lick her lips.

"Please Master may Your lil whore suck Your cock? " she begs. Wriggling slightly whilst she awaits His reply. Many times she has dreamed about pleasing Him with her mouth, her whole body.

"Yes My lil whore you may." He grab's hold of a fistful of her hair and pull's her head down to the tip of His hardening cock. He let's out a moan as He feel's her lips kiss the tip of His cock.

Feeling His fingers pulling at her hair she let's out a moan and lowers her head and kisses His cock tip. Flicking her tongue all over the tip and down under the rim. Licking all over, slipping her tongue tip into the slit at the top. Moving her mouth over the tip, taking the rim in between her teeth and sucking the head letting her tongue flick all over. Hearing His moans and feeling Him lifting His hips up she start’s to suck her way down to the base of his cock. Sucking slowly, teasingly up to the tip flicking her tongue over the tip.

Glancing up at Him she slides her mouth tightly back down to the base taking Him deep into her throat, feeling His cock hit the back of her throat. Sucking her tight mouth up and down His thick cock shaft. Flicking her tongue all over, His cock throbbing in her mouth. Hearing His moans and feeling Him push up into her mouth she starts to suck faster. Taking His cock deep into her throat then sucking it back to the tip.

He lifts His hips up high fucking her tight mouth. Feeling her teeth graze over His shaft. He lets out a moan and pushes down on her head with His hand. Feeling His cock hitting the back of her throat as He pushes. He pulls on her hair harder as He fucks her mouth. Ramming His cock in and out as her teeth graze down His shaft. “That’s it My lilwhore suck it good. Suck out all Your Masters cum “

Hearing His words she sucks faster taking His cock deeper into her mouth. Feeling His cock throb in her mouth she tightens her mouth and continues to suck up and down. Reaching down she starts to stroke the base of his cock shaft. Sucking and wanking His cock, mouth tight on His shaft. Hearing His moans and encouragement to claim her prize. His cock throbbing and pulsing as she flicks her tongue all over His shaft.

“OHHH My lilwhore you’re Masters going to cummm” He gasps. Lifting up His hips higher as He starts to cum in her waiting mouth. Swallowing eagerly His cum as it squirts into her mouth, still sucking wanting it all. Sucking faster to get every drop out. Feeling His fingers pull harder on her hair as He cum’ s. Flicking her tongue under His cock rim and in the slit making sure His cock is clean. Kissing His cock tip and straightening back up in her seat. Looking up at Him as she sits back. Leaning forward He kisses her on the lips hard.

Reaching down sliding His hand up her inner thigh. Stroking His fingers up to the top of her thighs. Feeling the softness of her pussy as she spreads her legs for Him. Trailing His finger tips along her pussy lips, feeling the wetness. Sliding his finger inside her pussy lips and up to her clit, rubbing over it lightly. Feeling her shudder and hearing her moans He slides His fingers down inside her pussy inserting just the tip. Pushing it in and out her wet pussy, sliding it in deeper each time. Slipping in another finger as He slides them in and out deeper. Lifting her hips up slightly to meet His fingers as they go deep inside her wet pussy.

Rubbing His thumb tip over her clit as His fingers thrust in and out. Hearing her moans He thrusts His fingers in deeper, harder feeling her pussy tighten on His fingers as she fucks them.

“Please Master, please may Your lil whore cum?” she begs. Moaning and writhing as He rams His fingers in harder and deeper. The butt plug in her ass and her Masters fingers inside her wet pussy.

“Yes My sweet lilwhore you may cum” He thrusts His fingers in harder and deeper. Watching deep in her eyes as she cums for Him.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Masterrrrrrr.” Feeling her body shudder as she cums on His deep fingers. “Ohhhhhh yesssssssss Masterrrrrr” Gasping for breathe, clenching her fists into a ball as her orgasm takes over her body.

The smile on His face and the look in His eyes was all she needed as she shivered and smiled up at Him. He withdraws His fingers and touches them to His lips. Opening His mouth and sucks on them. Letting out a moan as He tastes her cum for the first but definitely not the last time. Sucking His fingers clean He smiles down at her. He lowers His head and kisses her lips. Letting His tongue flick over her parting lips as hers flicks out to meet His.

The journey to His house is filled with small talk about life and her journey. Occasionally she looks out at the passing scenery. He stops the car and gets out. He opens her door and she slips out and smiles up at Him. He retrieves her bag from the boot, taking her hand in His He guides her to the front door. He opens it and follows her inside.

As soon as He opens the door she steps inside and again drops to her knees before Him. Looking up at Him as she parts her knees slightly and slips her hands behind her straight back. Reaching down He strokes her hair as a big grin spreads over His face. Placing her bag on the floor beside her He starts to walk towards the bedroom, glancing back to see if she follows.

Watching Him start to move she moves onto her hands and knees and crawls behind Him. Following Him into the bedroom, as He stops she moves back to her kneeling position. Turning round to her He holds His hand out to help her up. Taking His hand she rises to her feet. Standing before Him she wonders what will happen next but trusts Him explicitly.

“My lilwhore you have pleased Me no end today by your actions here and at the airport. I was going to wait for a day or two but have decided now is the right time.” He moves away from her and opens a bedside draw. Reaching inside He lifts out two packages. Turning to face her He hands her the larger one.

Looking at Him then at the package she carefully opens it, wondering what’s inside. Opening up the box she finds a black leather collar with a ‘D’ ring on it and attached is a black leather leash. Looking up at Him again then at the collar. A broad smile comes across her face.

“For me Master?” she asks as she lifts it out of the box. Trailing her fingers over the leather collar and leash.

“Yes My sweet lilwhore for you. To wear for O/our playtime and when W/we are alone. “He takes the collar from her hands and places it around her neck, letting the leash drop onto her breasts. “ Now My lilwhore the other one” He hands her the other package.

Wondering what could be in this one she lifts a finger to trail over her new collar. It was all she had dreamed of since He collared her online. Carefully she opened the smaller package and gasped with surprise. Inside was a gold collar, exactly the same as He had described to her as He had collared her online. Tears pricked her eyes as she again looked up at Him. A few tears escaped from her eyes.

Smiling down at her “This one is for when W/we are out in public my sweet ept. I want E/everyone to know you belong to Me. That I own every inch of you.”

Dropping onto her knees in front of Him she looks up at Him.

“You own every inch of me my Master. Every inch of me is Yours to use as You desire. From this day forth i will wear Your collars with pride and honour Master.”

Taking the leash into His hand He takes her to the dungeon He has created for T/their pleasure. He knows that for the rest of her stay T/they will spend many hours in here

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.

 

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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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a slaves tale

indianapril1 on BDSM Stories

Last update: 03/27/2008 Submitted by williams, april
 
 

A slave's tale

Part 1

     One night i wa

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s sitting by my Masters feet.  i thought it to be a normal night just sitting around doing the same old thing.  Our plans as i thought were to watch some TV and just kinda relax. 

    Mush to my unknowing Master had other plans for me.  He has been working on a something  in the attack (AKA) play room.  As i was getting lost in some show Master tells me to stand up and face him.  After i did this he told me to go to the play room.  He wanted to show me something.  To my surprise it was a hoist. The ones used for rope suspention. 

     i have alway want to just hang around on those things. They look like they would be fun.  my pussy was getting wet just knowing i was going to be tied up and played with.  In fact i was so wet that my juices were running down my legs. 

    i stud under the hoist until master could rap the rope harnes around the main parts of my body.  The ropes around my legs were getting wet with my cum. 

      After every thing was perpared and i was about 3 feet or so off the growned.  Master starts lubing my tite little asshole for my anul plug.  i just love that thing it is one of my favorit toys.  i love the way it makes me fill full.  Not to menchion how bad it makes me want to cum.  Trying to hold back and O with that thing in my ass is hell. But i love ever sec of it.  next my nipple claps were placed on my rock hard nipples.  last but knot least my clit clamps were placed on my pussy lips.   Just in away so my clit is completely exsposed.

    Bye this point i was begging to cum.  In my i can't take it anymore way.  Master just laught and said not yet my dear.  But if your good maybe i will let.  Please i begged let me cum just once. 

    Master smiles is evil Master smile.  What is he up to i thought to myself.  He went to the toy chest and retrieved my ball gag.  He walk back over to me and wispered in my ear.  If you can't holded your tounge this will do it for you. 

    As soon at the ball gag was in place he started walking to the door.  When he got to the door he told me to just hang on for awail. With that he walked out and turned off the light.

                                                   Until part 2