they say you know if its true love or not
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Posted:Jun 4, 2006 5:45 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 12:35 am
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"Hello sweet pet, you have too many clothes on." Her words penetrated him to his core. She held his heart, his mind, and his soul, and she knew it. "Yes Mistress, may I remove them?" "Please do", she said. His cheeks burned with embarrassment. He was not comfortable with nudity and she knew this, but it was her will, and it was his place to obey. Slowly, he removed his clothing and folded it neatly as she wished. Once naked, he approached slowly, and gracefully, lowered himself to the floor at her feet. It was his place of destiny, to be there and serve. She truly was a goddess he thought as he looked up into her eyes, so pretty and penetrating. She sat in her usual chair, the brown recliner, reading her mail on her laptop and perusing the ads on the Internet. She was in search of a boy playmate for herself and her pet.
"May I massage your feet Mistress", he asked. "Please". He positioned himself in front of her and grabbing the peppermint lotion, and squeezed a bit into his palm. Rubbing his hands together to heat it, he began to coat her feet. It was tingly and refreshing, and he knew it would bring Mistress pleasure. She loves having her feet massaged. As he rubbed her feet, pressing his fingers into her arches, she moaned in pleasure, the stress of the day leaving her body with each new caress. He smiled, knowing he was serving his Mistress and bringing joy to her. He continued, moving up to her calves and knees, massaging away the knots and tension from her muscles. As he worked, he noticed her glass was almost empty. He rose, without command and took her glass to the kitchen to refill her drink. White wine and lemon water with ice. Her favorite. After filling it and stirring it, he again approached Mistress and offered her fresh drink to her. She glanced up from her screen for a moment to accept the glass. "Thank you pet." "You are welcome Ma'am." Again, he found his place at her feet and continued her massage. What a wonderful life I have he thought. She is so perfect for me, and I am honored at being allowed to serve.
He finished her massage and excused himself to wash the lotion from his hands. When he returned and lowered himself to his place at her feet, she logged off her laptop and set it aside. She was beautiful. She wore a t-shirt and nothing more. Her legs spread and she patted her shrine. He knew what she wanted. It was her unspoken signal to him. She was hungry and required his tongue at her shrine. He had become an expert in servicing her this way, learning every nuance of her body and her pleasures. He lowered his mouth to her, lightly licking and kissing around the entrance. She sighed with pleasure. He took her between his lips and slowly concentrated his ministrations on her pleasure center. As she grew damp, he inserted his fingers, first one, then two into her shrine, feeling the wet warmth trapping them there. She was moving her hips now, and he knew this was what she needed. He began to subtly move his fingers inside, brushing her special place, making her moan and rise with heat. His tongue began to concentrate and focus on just the tip of her button under the hood. He knew exactly how to play her like a violin. Bringing Mistress pleasure was his sole purpose in life. It was the very thing he lived for. Soon, she began to gasp and moan. She was floating through a wonderful orgasm. His licks became feather light, barely touching her, his fingers still and pressing upward inside on her special spot. Her orgasm shook her and she voiced the pleasure she was feeling. Slowly, it began to ebb and his tongue continued its merciless, slow soft touch, making her convulse from the after shocks. When she came down, he slowly planted soft wet kisses all over her shrine. His tongue slipped inside to retrieve all of her heavenly nectar. He could live on this alone, he thought. She is a goddess, my Mistress, and I love her so. He touched her, caressing her body, kissing her all over, telling her how beautiful she was, and how much he loved her. "I love you too pet", she said. He knew he had found his place.
As he lay across the footstool relaxing after servicing Mistress, he felt totally relaxed and happy. The room was dark except for two candles burning dimly across the room. Mistress stood, and said, "Don't move, stay right where you are." "Yes Mistress" came his reply. He wondered in his mind what was happening. Mistress usually had plans when she made a statement like that. Time seemed to slow almost to a stop while he waited patiently; unable to see the hallway she went down toward the bedroom. What could she be doing for so long he wondered? Soon enough he heard her footsteps approaching. He sensed her behind him, and then felt her slipping the blindfold over his eyes. God, he loved the feeling of the darkness. It heightened his senses so. Mistress wanted to play it seemed. He had not been under her crop for a while, and anxiously awaited the painful pleasures to come. He knew he was not in trouble, and had committed no infractions. Mistress' favorite saying is "Discipline renders punishment unnecessary." He knew she was going to hurt him for her pleasure as much as for his. And, he wanted it. She is a master with her tools and knows every inch of his body and how to take him on that wonderful journey.
Slap! Her hand came down upon his ass, spreading a lovely warmth through his skin. Again, her hand slapped his other cheek. She knew how to warm him up and ease him into the pain he would soon experience. Serious pain! Again and again her blows rained down on him, each harder than the last. The glow was spreading through him, a stinging glow that began to build slowly. As he anticipated the next hit, it didn't come, instead, she caressed his skin softly and lovingly. The change nurtured him and made him feel loved. Then, suddenly, he heard the swish and felt the intense burn of the crop on his skin. Mistress had picked it up with her other hand while caressing him. It was unexpected and wonderful at the same time. The blows started to speed up; he felt his skin burning and was approaching a threshold of tolerance. Just as he thought he could take no more, she stopped and stroked his skin, and used her nails to tease his skin more. God, she knew exactly how to play him and how to use him. "How are you pet?" she whispered in his ear, in a voice dripping with sensuality. "Wonderful Mistress, thank you for your love." She kissed his ear, her tongue teasing him and tantalizing him. He was in heaven; she was moving his mind to new places.
She reached down and picked up his favorite tool, a cat with long, stiff harsh tails. They left such lovely marks and were capable of splitting his skin should she choose. She loved using it and seeing the welts rise. As he lie there, anxious and wondering what was next, she started to stroke him lightly, letting the tails trail over his hot flesh. He tensed momentarily, knowing what was to come. He knew it would hurt, and it would hurt badly, but he craved it like a drug, and he needed a fix. He would not wait long. The tails trailed across him, weaving their sensuous spell over him. Suddenly, without warning, they left his skin then a second later, the first of hundreds of blows came down on him, biting into his flesh. He winced, groaned, and tensed up his cheeks. She waited a second, and he relaxed again, then, slap! Again and again the tails came down in varying degrees of strength. She was playing her instrument, him. His skin felt as though it was igniting with flames, but he stayed in place, not moving. He could not disappoint her or interrupt her pleasure. She stopped, surveying the lines of her art on his skin. It was welting nicely, she thought. Again, stroked and caressed his skin, her hand slipping between his legs and fondling his erotic center. She was an expert, and knew just how to peak his experience. Her hands left him, and again the tails came down, harder and harder, across one side then the other. As he approached tears, the blows moved to his back, stinging him with their bite. He arched, and groaned, she was into the scene now, her eyes glazing, her passion rising. Pain was her pleasure, and she loved applying it to her submissive. She knew he would take whatever she gave him. As she struck him, she loved seeing his body bend and twist, in a vain attempt to avoid them. He would not rise though, and she knew this. Could she take him to the safe word? Perhaps, but she secretly hoped he would not use it and end the fun. She was growing moist. She truly loved doing this. The sound of each stroke landing on his flesh was like an electrical shot to her clitoris. Her heat was rising and she knew she would need satisfaction again when it was over.
The cat rained down upon him for an hour, his flesh on the verge of bleeding. She stopped and stroked him lightly, feeling the welts that had risen from his skin. Covering his back and ass, it was beautiful. Already, the entire area of his rear was covered in bruises and was hot to the touch. Even now, through the welts and bruises, she could still see the two symbols she had placed on his skin previously. Each cheek had a large capital S burned into it symbolizing his station with her as her slave slut. They were not as prominent now she thought. It had been two weeks since she used her cigarette to burn the letters into his flesh. It was not a sadistic wish of hers she had forced on him though. He had requested the marks as a symbol of his devotion to her and to his position. Who was she to deny him this pleasure? An evil grin spread across her lips. I think he has had enough for tonight she thought. She left momentarily and entered the kitchen. In the distance, he heard the icemaker grinding and dispensing cubes. Soon, she returned, and he felt her spreading the ice across his ass, easing the burn. "Ah, that feel so good", he thought. The ice melted quickly, dripping water down his thighs and into his crevice. He mewled in pleasure. She did this so well. She knew just how far to go and just how to bring him back. When she ice was gone, removed his blindfold, reclined in her chair and motioned for him to come to her. He knew she wanted to hold him. She always liked to hold each other and spread the feeling of love to her submissive to bring him down from sub space slowly. He held her and, looking into her eyes, said, "I love you so much Mistress, thank you." "I love you too pet." She said.
Your marks look nice, but the right one is more prominent than the left. They will need to be touched up next week. Hearing this, he knew what he needed. Slipping back to his position at his feet, he bent forward and kissed each of her feet. "Mistress, please, may we touch it up now?" "Are you sure you want that now?" "Yes, please Mistress, please touch it up for me." "Alright", she said. "Assume your position." He leaned over the footstool again and looked up at her. She lit her cigarette and teased him by leisurely inhaling and blowing the smoke at him. He did love when she did that. She moved behind him and told him to stroke himself as she did it. He began to stroke himself, getting hard, knowing what was coming. "Do not cum until I say." She said. "Yes Mistress." As he stroked himself, he felt her hand on his ass, knowing the burn he would soon experience. And it came, that sudden, intense, burn lasting a fraction of a second each time. She began to trace the shape of the letter already embedded in his skin. Time and time again she would touch her cigarette to his flesh, delighting in seeing the mark it left and the delightful way he would jerk and moan each time.
Each time the hot coal of her cigarette touched, he felt his cock twitch with the need for release. She began to touch him again and again, each touch coming quicker than the last. It was intense, and the pain was almost unbearable, but the need to cum was rising higher and higher in him. "Do you want to cum slut?" "God, yes Mistress please." "Not yet." He felt the cigarette touch him over and over, tracing the letter back and forth. This time, she thought, it will not fade so quickly. He will bear this mark for a long time to come. When the letter was to her satisfaction, she took a long deep drag on her cigarette, leaned forward, and blew the smoke in his face. "Cum for me slut!" As she said this, she touched her cigarette to his skin again, and he could no longer contain his passion. His cock erupted, spurt after spurt splashing into his free hand. He knew she would make him eat it when she was done, but he didn't care. He had to have this release. It was the most incredible orgasm he had ever experienced. His hand slowed then stopped stroking, squeezing out the last drop into his palm. He collapsed momentarily on the stool. "Good girl slut." "Clean up your mess." Slowly, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked the cream from there. He took pleasure in this knowing how it excited her. When all the love juice was gone from his hand, she pulled him to her again, stroking his hair, and kissing his forehead as she cradled him lovingly in her arms. He was in love. She was so perfect for him, how could it be better than this? As his breathing returned to normal, he could still the glow of bliss on her face. She had not yet returned from Domme Space. He knew she was in the same state of trance that he had been in moments earlier. Then, she spread her thighs and patted her shrine. He knew what she needed then...
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i made a wish upon a star
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Posted:Jun 4, 2006 5:44 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 12:35 am
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He knew he was in trouble when he opened the door and there sat a shiny black chair. Mistress never tied him to a chair before. A closer look revealed a large butt plug sitting on the chair. Hmmmmm...he thought this might be fun after all. Boy was he wrong. Slave Andrew approached the chair and studied it carefully. He loved using an assortment of toys in his ass this new one seemed irresistible. He moved in front of the seat and lowered himself gingerly until he could feel the cold hard plastic touching his skin. Then, he maneuvered himself around until he felt it touch his sensitive dark opening. An involuntary sigh escaped his lips. It felt so firm, and strong and he had to have it in him. He slowly sank down until it entered him. As the black faux phallus eased inside deeper and deeper, he could sense his excitement rising. God, this felt good. Finally, when he felt the back of his thighs and his cheeks touch the cold wood of the seat, he could tell it was firmly embedded in him.
He slowly began to grind himself around and up and down on the plug, enjoying the feeling of being fucked this way. He had total control of the penetration and exactly how far in it went. He was soon lost in ecstasy, riding the chair shamelessly, and his cock was now waving in front of him at attention. Just as he began to run his fingers up and down his cock, enjoying the sensations, the door opened and in stepped Mistress. He froze in horror, realizing he had just violated several of her rules. As she saw him there on the chair and her mind processed what he was doing, a severe look came over her face. She was not pleased at all, he could tell. He started to rise to apologize and explain. "Stay right where you are slut!" Mistress barked at him. "I sent you in to the room to think about your problem with always questioning me, not to play with yourself, and when I come in, this is how I find you. Obviously, I need to teach you a little more about the meaning of penance and punishment for disobedience." He could see she was serious and this did not look good for him.
"Since you like my new chair so much, I am going to give you the chance to see just how wonderful it truly is." As she said this, Mistress began to secure slave Andrew's ankles to the legs of the chair. He hadn't noticed the hooks discreetly mounted there and under the arms. Once his ankles were secure, she fastened his wrists and upper arms snugly to the chair arms and back. She could see fear sweeping across his face and an evil smile crossed her lips. She was a sadist at heart and truly loved knowing he was scared. She circled behind the chair and slave Andrew could hear her fastening something to the back of the chair. Suddenly, a leather hood covered his face. He would not have the opportunity to see anything from then on during his ordeal. This always made it much more intense, because his other senses were heightened. Once the hood was secured in place, Mistress finished preparing something behind the chair. He could not make out what it was, or what she was doing. His mind was in over drive now, with panic.
Unbeknownst to Andrew, this chair was special. The butt plug mounted in the middle of the seat was hollow in the center and below the seat; it was attached to an enema apparatus. This was not going to be a simple spanking session. Since he seemed to have all this doubt and jealousy running around inside him, Mistress was going to wash it all way, so to speak. She grinned at that thought. This chair was equipped especially to Mistress's specifications with a hose attached through fittings to the plug from underneath the chair. It could be connected to an enema bag or directly to a water tap, so she could fill him in any way she wished. Also the plug itself was a special design. It had another tube protruding from under it, which led to a squeeze bulb. When Mistress squeezes the bulb, the plug would inflate a little at a time. She could make it a very uncomfortable three and a half inches in diameter if she wanted.
Just the thought of what was to come made her nipples stiffen and she felt herself dampen in her black silk thong panties. "Yes, this was going to be fun", she thought to herself. "So, you want to play with your pitiful little cock instead of reflecting on your jealousy problem like I directed you, do you? Perhaps I can help you focus your mind a little better. First, you are my slave, which means you are to do whatever pleases me, whenever I direct it. You are not to question me about what I do or where I go. I am the one who makes all the decisions here, not you. And, I do not need permission from you to do as I feel. You will accept the things I say and do without question or hesitation. You will trust that I have your best interests at heart and will not harm you. I think that should be abundantly clear already, but obviously, we need to do something to make that sit firmer in your mind. So, we are going to do a little cleansing of the mind and body now. You really should have paid closer attention to the chair before you sat on it and started enjoying yourself."
His cock had wilted from fear and was shriveled, barely peeking out. He knew he was about to endure something that didn't appear to be very pleasant at all. Mistress had filled the enema bag with warm soapy water and attached it to the back of the chair. She lifted the hose and grasped the twist valve, smiling as she turned it slowly to release the flow of water into the plug and her slave. Slave Andrew felt the water flowing into him slowly and steadily and knew what she had in mind. "Oh god, he thought, I hope she doesn't put a lot in. She knows I cannot hold very much water." Little did he know, Mistress was intent on pushing his limits much further today. He stiffened as the water started filling his body. "If I were you, I would relax as much as possible. You have a long way to go and it will be much worse if you are tense." As she said this, Mistress pumped the squeeze bulb three times and Andrew felt the plug grow inside him. "You see slave, you have no choice but to take all I want to give you now. The plug can grow quite a bit more and it will keep you from releasing anything inside you." Just as he felt he could not take another drop, Mistress closed the valve, stopping the flow. His mind was blurring with so many thoughts and processing so many sensations. He knew he must have slowly opened the valve again and as she did, an evil thought crossed her mind. "Slave, have you used the bathroom this morning at all?" He shook his head no. That cruel grin crossed her lips again and she knew what she wanted to do now. She went to the cabinet and retrieved one of the catheter sets theretaken at least three quarters of the bag and there couldn't be that much more left. He could make it through this he thought. Concentrating on relaxing his body, he breathed deeply and thought of how he had gotten himself in this predicament. In reality, he had only taken a little over 8 ounces of fluid and the bag held two quarts. He had no idea how much he was going to "grow" today.
"How are you feeling now slave", Mistress asked. "Are you getting full?" He nodded his head yes. "When I speak to you I expect and answer, but since you don't seem to want to speak at the moment, perhaps we should just see to it that you can't." With that, Mistress retrieved her favorite implement. It was a black rubber cock shaped gag with a hole in the middle for breathing or for introducing liquids. "Open your mouth slut!" she ordered. He obediently opened his mouth and she placed the gag inside, fastening the straps around his head securely. "There, now isn't that much better?" It was a rhetorical question; she didn't really care if it was better for him at the moment. Andrew had relaxed somewhat and adjusted to the liquid filling him. Seeing this, Mistress knew he was ready for more. She . "This should make a nice addition" she thought to herself. She again turned off the flow of the enema, seeing he had taken an additional eight ounces. He was squirming somewhat and felt the beginnings of small cramps. She delighted in his discomfort. "How dare he even think to question what I do or my faithfulness with him" she thought.
"Well, you are not going to be going anywhere soon, so I guess I need to make sure you don't wet yourself don't I slut?" He was unsure what that meant, but learned all to soon. She opened the package and then using the alcohol swab, lifted his shrunken penis and cleaned the head and around the opening. Then she withdrew the catheter from it's package and placed it at the entrance to his penis. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do slave; it is going to be a wonderful new experience for you." With that, she began to feed the tube into his urethra slowly. He could feel the invasion and panic was setting in his mind. He knew what a catheter was, but did not know how it would feel. Just before the tube contacted the bladder's sphincter, Mistress placed the other end of the tube into the hole in his penis gag. This was truly a new level of evil even for her. He had no idea what she was up to, but felt a need to release the water inside him. Seeing him squirm, she squeezed the bulb attached to the butt plug again, inflating it further and further. He could not expel anything if he wanted now. It was almost to its full size inside him now. Mistress returned to the catheter and she continued the inward pressure until it penetrated into the bladder. Then, she slowly inflated the balloon on the tip of the tube, to insure it stayed in place. As she did, she saw the tube fill partially with the warm golden liquid from his bladder.
"Now, if you get thirsty during your punishment, you may just suck on your gag. I have provided a source of liquid to quench your thirst." Wishing to distract his mind from his ordeal, he decided to sip from the water she had connected. Quickly the piss traveled the length of the tube into his mouth. He gagged and sputtered, tasting not the cool water he expected, but the warm salty piss from his own bladder. "Bitch, you better not spill a drop or I will beat you worse than you have ever even dreamed of" she screamed at him. His swallowing action was creating a virtual siphoning action through the catheter tube. He could not stop the flow coming into his mouth and had no choice but to continue swallowing until it eventually ebbed and the flow stopped. Mistress began running her fingers lightly over his distended abdomen. "Poor baby feels nice and full. Your tummy is getting firm. But, trust me, you have a lot more room inside yet.
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no other woman can love you like me
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Posted:Jun 4, 2006 5:43 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 12:35 am
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I’m the dominant in my relationship with Ona and I tend to be very strict. Ona enjoys being bound by me. I give her no choice. On our second date, I informed her that I was taking her back to my place, tying her up, and making love to her all night long. She simply raised her eyebrows and replied, “Really”. Ona left my house two days later. Ona (pronounced Own-ah) and I have been lovers for 3 years now. We met in Paris and she followed me to New York to begin her journey into sweet submission.
I am a graphic artist and enjoy a creative passion towards life. Ona works as an assistant to one of the top fashion designers in New York. She always dresses elegantly, if not provocatively, and turns the heads of both men and women when we are out together. Ona is tall and shapely…not over-weight mind you, simply exotic, voluptuous and delicious. She has deep brown eyes, long blond hair (and even longer legs) and is always wearing stiletto heels in one form or another.
Like many bondage couples, we exchange roles once a year and the anniversary date of this surreal event was approaching. We abstained from any sexual contact for about a week leading up to the anniversary, as was our custom. We also acted generally shitty to each other which served to make us both extremely anxious and horny.
Each year Ona shops for that special outfit. She knows my requirements for her wardrobe and my woman takes all measures to please me.
We chose a Friday evening of a long weekend for our yearly happening. Ona always takes this day off to prepare, and this is such a highlight of her year…I only allow her one weekend of dominance. Note: although Ona believes herself to be in control during our reversal experience, we both realize I hold the ultimate authority, and this is never questioned.
I arrived home at 6pm as usual. I sat in the car for a few minutes and meditated, to prepare myself for the drastic and sudden change I was about to experience. Suitably prepared, I opened the door to the house, and Ona’s imagination. She has learned much, and I have taught her well.
I entered the hallway just inside the front door and was met by the wonderful aroma of clove-scented candles…my favorite. The room was lit entirely by candle-light and sounds of the Amazonian Rain Forest were playing softly on the sound system. Ona entered the room wearing my floor-length black silk kimono with elaborate dragon design. I was allowed to remove the kimono from her exquisite body, and this ‘revelation event’ is my last act of control during the role-reversal. I lovingly and lustily surveyed Ona and was reminded again what a truly beautiful woman she is. Ona was completely naked except for a sexy black leather choker necklace, some wrist-length black leather gloves and a new pair of black kneehigh boots with stiletto heels.
I was made to strip under Ona’s supervision. She commanded me to remove my clothes slowly, so that she might enjoy the show. I was led to the dining room completely naked and seated at the head of the table. Ona fed me a delicious dinner consisting of an exotic pasta dish with red wine. The dessert was her wonderful, if simple, strawberry short cake with whipped-cream topping. She spoon-fed me, all the while whispering statements of devotion, counter-balanced by threats of pending punishment if I should disobey.
Following dinner I was led to the bedroom. My submissive experience was about to begin! Ona commanded me to sit at the side of the bed while she pulled her/my favorite pair of black biker boots onto my feet. It seems Ona has come to share my boot fetish! I was beginning to develop a nice erection as the feel of the leather boots sank into my feet and legs. Next, I was told to stand and face away. Ona latched strong handcuffs onto my wrists and silenced me with a large ballgag. She pushed me back onto the bed face up. My penis was pointing to true north like a compass needle. Ona took the opportunity to
lean over and lightly lick, then kiss the head and stated, “I’ll deal with you in a moment”. She tied my booted ankles together with a piece of strong cord and tied that off to the footboard.
Ona put one of our favorite bondage DVDs featuring Kelsie Chambers into the player at the foot of the bed. I lay securely trussed while Ona manipulated my penis with her gloved hands, cherry lips, full breasts and booted feet. She eventually produced a small satchel from beneath the bed and slowly extracted an exotic-looking penis pump from the bag. I suppose my eyes must have grown in a look of surprise as Ona deftly gauged my reaction with a sly smile. She expertly stroked the head of my already erect member and slid the pump over the shaft.
The device had an external handle attached by a vacuum hose. Ona alternately squeezed the handle slowly and evenly, then rapidly and forcefully to extract the most vivid reactions from my subdued penis. At the same time this was going on, Ona applied a small suction tube to my swollen ball-sack and worked on that as well. She brought me to the brink of orgasm on several occasions, but denied my release each time.
Finally Ona removed the pump from my sensitive package, then mounted and rode me until we both achieved a vigorous, shaking orgasm. Ona proudly wiped me down like a prize stallion after a spirited workout. We lay together for a short time and Ona caressed me while softly whispering some of the most obscene remarks in my ear using that ultra sultry European voice of hers.
I was still handcuffed and would remain so for the duration. Ona led me to the bathroom and commanded me to stay still until she returned. When she did I was made to kneel across the bathtub. Ona removed my ballgag, but before I could speak she inserted an enema tube into my mouth and commanded me in her sultry, authoritative voice, “Start sucking”. I did as I was told and soon a warm stream of liquid began filling my mouth. She removed the tube from my mouth and inserted it into my anal canal and gave me a smack on the ass for good measure. Ona replaced the ballgag, and I accepted the enema and the accompanying ‘reach-around’ without protest. Next, Ona placed me on the toilet backwards, with my face to the wall. I expelled the enema fluid and was told to stand.
Ona led me back to the bedroom where I was again placed face-up on the bed. Ona powdered my genitals like a newborn, and to complete the effect she fitted me with an adult diaper. She fixed me with a leather blindfold that was secured using several straps.
Ona gently raised my head, removed the gag, and slipped a tablet into my mouth. She held a glass of water to my lips and told me to drink and swallow. “Aren’t you curious as to what you’ve just taken?” Ona asked coyly. I did not give her the satisfaction of responding. “Well” she continued, (her tone clearly betraying her annoyance at my silence) “I intend to administer regular doses of Viagra throughout the weekend…to keep you ‘up’”. I suspected she was bluffing, and when I didn’t react Ona responded with a deep and devilish laugh. “You’ll need the stimulus eventually my love, as you won’t be allowed sleep”, she stated while replacing the ballgag.
I lay still, practicing some deep-breathing exercises to calm my frayed nerves. Ona made meaningless small talk while toying with and teasing my bound form. Eventually she tore the diaper from me exclaiming, “That wasn’t as much fun as I thought it would be”. “Speak for yourself sweetheart” was all I could think to mumble through the gag. The Viagra started kicking-in and my first impulse was to try and fight off the effects of the drug by diverting my thoughts from sexual gratification. I was trying to defend myself against both the wonders of modern medical science, and the amazing sexual ability of a European super-vixen. My best efforts stood no chance as she brought me off while simultaneously riding my dick and squeezing my balls…this woman was a sex monster!
Ona sat beside me on the bed and made more small talk while massaging and biting my nipples, and occasionally running a finger up my ass-shaft. She again blotted the sweat from my body as I lay panting and exhausted. In time Ona sprang up from the bed and announced, “It’s time to get you ready for the main event”. I could only imagine what she meant, but I was completely surprised at the ultimate pay-off.
Ona washed the powder from my genitalia with a very cold washcloth. The effect was exhilarating! She finished by wrapping my icy, shrunken penis in the cold cloth and spritzing me down with her favorite au de toilet. She passed on the obvious opportunity to humiliate me while my member was somewhat lacking. Perhaps she realized such mind-tricks do not work with me.
After Ona had me cleaned up she pulled my Walkman headphones over my ears. Before she turned on the music, effectively deafening me, Ona allowed me to hear her place a call on her cell phone. I obviously don’t know who she called, and all I heard her say was, “You may come over now, I have prepared him for you”. My mind was already racing when my ears were filled with the rich sounds of the local jazz station.
After several minutes Ona placed a clip onto my nose, and since I was still gagged I started resisting violently, in a semi-panic. Breath control had never been a large part of our bondage play and the effect was quite startling. She began gently caressing me and telling me to calm down and obey her. I settled as best I could under the circumstances. Ona turned the volume of the radio down and told me that she was going to give me another dose of Viagra so that I would be all the more ready for the main event. She
removed my ballgag and forced the pill into my mouth. Next, she poured a sip of water into my mouth then firmly clamped her hand across my lips, forcing me to swallow. “Good boy” she said, and gave my penis a quick fluff. Ona replaced the ballgag and began rubbing my nipples. The music again grew louder as she turned up the volume of the Walkman.
Of course Ona would never reveal who she had recruited to act as her accomplice. It was a brilliant play on her part! Naturally we had invited other attractive women to participate in our vibrant sex lives, but never in a bondage setting. I was left to fantasize regarding who was about to enter the experience. Was it another design professional? I’d met several of Ona’s associates over the months and would love to have a go at some of them. Maybe Ona’s sister was going to be the surprise. She was in town for a visit and I’d brought up the subject of her participation with Ona in the past. Magdalena was two years younger than Ona and was an absolutely gorgeous woman. There was a very real possibility that the mysterious third would be someone totally unknown to me. This was in many ways the most exciting and most frightening thought for me.
I lay back on the bed in my helpless condition and tried some deep breathing exercises in an attempt to relax. After what seemed an eternity I felt the familiar form of Ona’s body settle next to me on the bed. She removed the Walkman and whispered “show time” in my ear in the seductive European voice.
I was fitted with a wide leather collar with a steel ring attached. A leash was clipped on and I was hauled roughly to my feet and marched through the house and down to the basement. The women took special care to guide me since I was still blindfolded…to their credit. Once in the basement the leash was secured to a nail on an overhead rafter, immobilizing my head. A rope was passed around the handcuffs and also pulled up and secured above me. I was firmly subdued in this standing position.
“Now remember darling, no speaking” Ona instructed her accomplice. The two began kissing and giggling. Goddamn , I wanted to see this!
My penis was at full attention by this time and was teased every few moments by a strange hand. I had finally ‘met’ my new, if temporary, partner.
Suddenly, the third perched herself on my erect member. This hottie was already warm, tight and wet! What a sensation! She began slowly gyrating and moaning softly under her breath. “That’s enough for now” came Ona’s stern voice from across the room. Ms. ‘X’ moved off of me and I heard the click of stiletto heels moving away from me. I heard conspiratorial whispering at the far end of the room, finished-off by devlish laughter.
Ms. ‘X’ settled on her knees in front of me. She tickled my balls with some expert flicking of her moist tongue. Next, she gathered me in her gloved hands and gave me a rugged dick-slapping, with vigorous attention to the head of the shaft. Delightful!
I was not being allowed intercourse with our visitor. Ona moved near to me and slackened both the rope holding my hands and the leash restraining my neck. I was made to kneel. I could tell that a chair was placed in front of me, and that Ms. ‘X’ sat down. She cupped my balls in one gloved hand and squeezed a generous amount of scented oil all over my genitals with the other. Ms. ‘X’ slathered the oil all over my aching member, presumably to reduce friction because next she went at my rod like a Girl Scout trying to
start a camp fire! After she thoroughly worked me over and had my ‘full attention’, a booted foot made contact with my genitals. Ms. ‘X’ began working my ‘twig-and-berries’ with one, then both boots. When I was at my wits end, Ona kneeled beside me and took control of the situation. She took my penis in a familiar grip and brought me off in a shuddering climax all over Ms. ‘X’s’ boots. I was completely spent and collapsed across her lap.
I was eased onto the floor and Ona stepped around me. “Thank you darling. I’ll be in touch with you soon” I heard her say to her collaborator. Ms. ‘X’ slowly rose to her feet and left the room, stepping over me like the wasted hulk that I was.
“I hope you enjoyed the surprise” Ona said to me as she began undoing all the various fetters that kept me bound. I didn’t reply, but from my silence she knew that I was completely fulfilled.
We always wait one week before resuming our normal roles in the relationship. We do not see or speak to each other during this week. I use this time to concoct a very special rebuttal to Ona’s actions which I refuse to describe here. Suffice to say that Ona was put through her paces. My promise to her has always been that I will not seek revenge for any of her actions…but I will not allow her even the perception that she has any ultimate power over me whatsoever.
At the end of our ‘re-establishing’ session, Ona was left panting breathlessly. She was of course bound securely, but as I toweled (and licked) the sweat from her glistening body, I could just make out through her gagged lips an affectionate threat, “Wait ‘till next year”.
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This is edited as i told it in a yahoo chat room.
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Posted:Jun 4, 2006 5:41 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 12:35 am
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breathless (leavesmebreathless) joined the room
draygons_pet: hi, nicci
leavesmebreathless: Good morning E/everyone
draygons_pet: nicci...i have SUCH a story for you....lol
leavesmebreathless: hello amy
leavesmebreathless: i got the off lines from you and Draygon, amy..what's up?
draygons_pet: omg....He got me a butt plug
leavesmebreathless: What?
leavesmebreathless: you're just now getting one?
hope_slave_to_satans_cock: omg nicci....lmao
draygons_pet: yeah...thought i'd hate the thing
leavesmebreathless laughs
draygons_pet: then He made me wear it to walmart...
gentle4masterthomas: *grins.. yeah.. but nicci.. you have to hear the butt plug story sis
leavesmebreathless: God girl, no way
draygons_pet: OK...so i enjoyed the bumps greatly...lol
leavesmebreathless: oh, OK. i'll hush.
draygons_pet: but then i get to walmart and about half way to the door and i feel it slipping out
leavesmebreathless rolls laughing
draygons_pet: well, i'm wearing a dress and no unders, with no permission to remove it, so i try to hold it in
draygons_pet: well, it had other ideas!
draygons_pet: lol
hope_slave_to_satans_cock snickers
draygons_pet: instead of holding it in, it projectile ejects from my ass and gets caught up in my skirt
hope_slave_to_satans_cock rollsssss
leavesmebreathless spews my coffee
leavesmebreathless: omg, amy
draygons_pet: so i'm trying to subtlety remove it from my skirt and still again, it had other ideas
gentle4masterthomas: lolol amy sis *grins hard again
leavesmebreathless: oh no, amy
draygons_pet: it wanted to bounce around on the parking lot for a few seconds
hope_slave_to_satans_cock rollsss laughing
leavesmebreathless: OMG
leavesmebreathless: tell me this didn't happen
hope_slave_to_satans_cock: wait there's more
gentle4masterthomas: yeppers.. there's more
draygons_pet: still thinking He'll be upset that it's no longer in me
draygons_pet: i decide to go get some underwear and reinsert it
draygons_pet: so i go get the unders, proceed to the bathroom to clean it off and put it back in
draygons_pet: still had a mind of it's own
draygons_pet: and no more lube
hope_slave_to_satans_cock cracks up
leavesmebreathless: oh no
draygons_pet: not only did it not get back in, it decided the bathroom floor looked like a nice place to bounce and roll around on, too
leavesmebreathless: omg
hope_slave_to_satans_cock: lmfao
leavesmebreathless: amy, you're killing me here
hope_slave_to_satans_cock: omg my sides are hurting from laughing
torrie_lee34: wow...walked in on this one...i'm confused and perplexed as to what you are talking about amy...however....i kinda like using my imagination on this one....lol....hi ya amy
satan_dark_raging_beast_of_hell: special orders a butt plug for hope......with a GPS tracking device
draygons_pet: luckily, instead of rolling up under the next stall to the poor lady who was probably wondering what the hell that pink bullet shaped thing was, it rolled up under my toilet
draygons_pet: so i just gave up and put it in my purse, all the while worried that He'd be upset that it was no longer inserted
torrie_lee34: now thats original
draygons_pet: no need to worry, He laughed His ass off when i got home
draygons_pet: isn't that just a killer, nicci?
draygons_pet: lol
hope_slave_to_satans_cock hears nicci laughing from here
leavesmebreathless: stop girl..i'm about to pee from laughing so hard
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boy you and me supposed to be together
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Posted:Jun 4, 2006 5:39 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 12:35 am
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I got home from work at my usual time, laying my teaching bag by the door where it usually stays until I have the energy worked up enough to grade the papers inside it. You would think being an elementary teacher, you would not have as many papers to grade. Unfortunately, that’s wrong, but I had no intention of doing work tonight.
Hanging up my coat and taking my shoes with me, I walk towards the bedroom. As I pass through the living room, I notice that a new coffee table has been added to the room. My friend had just recently inherited a coffee table that she didn’t want. So, I told her that I needed one and she was happy to give it to me. I had given her a key to the apartment so she could deliver it today while I was at work.
The coffee table was actually about four feet long and two feet wide. It was made out of solid wood, except for the top. The top had four panels of glass that just set on the wood. If you looked at the top of the table the wood holding the glass almost looked like a big plus sign that cut the table into four sections.
I told my Master awhile ago that I had bought it and he was very pleased. When I told him, I could almost see the wheels in his head turning. I wanted to show it to him, just to finally find out what he was planning.
I walked back to my bedroom to put my shoes away and change out of my dress into something more comfortable. When I looked over on the bed I saw a pile of things neatly laid in the middle, with a note.
Looking over the things on the bed, I knew who the note was from. There were little padlocks with the keys conveniently missing, my favorite ball gag, wrist and ankle cuffs, a blindfold and two larger padlocks also with the keys missing. I picked up the note and read it:
Hello Lover,
Put these things on and wait for me on the bed. I’ll join you soon.
Love,
~~M~~
I was immediately wet and I knew that He wanted it that way. I quickly got dressed knowing that He would be home soon and I needed to get ready.
Quickly I rushed to the bathroom to take a shower, and to shave the growing hair off of my pussy. Then I hurried back to the bedroom naked. Before I started to put things on, I made sure that the bedroom door was left open and the front door was locked.
I put the wrist and ankle cuffs on first. I placed the little padlocks on each cuff, knowing that the keys are with my Master. I put on the ball gag and buckled it up tightly and placed the blindfold on my head, but didn’t pull it down over my eyes. Getting onto the bed I took one of the larger padlocks and locked the ankle cuffs together by the D rings in it. Then I pulled the blindfold down and locked my wrists together behind my back.
I laid there for quite some time until I heard my apartment door open. I knew it was my Master since He has a key to my apartment. I could hear Him moving around and walking through the apartment. I knew he was taking his good old time, leaving me to stew in the back bedroom.
Then all of a sudden I felt a hand on my breast, rubbing it around and pinching my nipple so it was erect. Then the pinching was harder and it did not go away. I realized then that Master put a nipple clamp on my right breast. I braced myself for the pain of the clamp on my other breast.
Master leaned into my ear “You have done well, darling.” I felt Him reach down and unlock my ankles from each other. “Sit on the edge of the bed,” He whispered into my ear. I felt his strong arms help me up to stand in front of him. I felt Him wrap rope around one breast tightening it as He went. Then He wrapped my other breast just as tightly.
I felt my Master place his hands on my shoulders and lead me out of the room and down towards the living room.
“Lay down on the new coffee table, my pet,” Master says to me. I then find out what all of the banging around was about. He had removed the panes of glass from the table, so there were gaping holes in it. I gently laid myself down on the table with only the cross sections holding me up. My breasts hung down below the tabletop through the openings and the clamps dangled from my nipples freely.
Master grabbed my ankles and locked them together again, then pulled them up and locked my ankles to my wrists putting me in a very strict hogtie position. Master then crawled under the table and I felt a vibrator slide into my pussy. Then I felt a clamp being placed on one pussy lip, then the other. The clamps on my pussy and my nipples began to pull tighter and I knew that He had placed weights on the chains connecting the clamps.
I moaned into the gag, struggling slightly, however every time I struggled, the clamps and weights bounced and pulled harder. Master walked up to where my head rested and gently took the gag out of my mouth.
“How are you doing, love?” he asked.
I licked my dry lips from having the gag in so long. With a shaky breath I said, “I’m doing fine, Master.”
“I am going to put a different gag in your mouth now, you need to open up wide,” He whispered to me.
I felt Him place a metal gag in my mouth. He placed it behind my teeth and cranked it open so my mouth was held open wide for whatever He had planned. I felt Master stand up and move behind me. He then took something; most likely another vibrator, put some lubricant on it, and slowly slid it into my ass.
I moaned out loud with my mouth held open.
“Do you like that, my love,” He asked me with the hint of amusement and excitement in His voice.
I tried to nod my head and moan a ‘yes’ but it didn’t come out right. However, I knew He understood me. He always does.
Once it was in, Master then took the remote controls to both vibrators and turned them on low. I moaned once again when I felt the vibrations deep inside of me.
“Hmmm, we need to quiet you now, don’t we?” He laughed.
I felt His presence in front of me, and felt Master’s cock slowly pushing into my open mouth. I moved my tongue around the tip of Him as much as I could. Master pushed His cock slowly into my mouth, making me take all of his length in. He began to thrust harder and faster into my mouth over and over again. He began to tense up and grab my hair. I knew that He was close to cumming in my mouth. Thrusting harder and harder, He grabbed my head by my hair and held my face down on His cock. As Master called my name out, I felt him cum deeply in my mouth. I tried to swallow it all, but it was hard since my mouth was held open.
Master pulled His softening cock out of my mouth and quickly took the dental gag from my mouth. “Now, clean me off,” he said. I licked him all over, cleaning him completely off.
Then Master put the ball gag back in my mouth and moved to sit on the couch nearest the coffee table. I heard Him turn on the T.V. Master then took the remote controls for my vibrators and began to play with the speeds, off, on, low, high, alternating them to drive me crazy, but not cum.
“Enjoy this, pet. I don’t plan on you cumming for quite a long time,” He laughed at me. Laying my head down and continuing to moan I realized that it was going to be a long night.
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hold on a second
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Posted:Jun 4, 2006 5:38 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 12:35 am
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You knock on my door, waiting anxiously for me to open it. After a few seconds, the door opens and you have
your first view of me. Your jaw drops slightly as you see me in tight blue jeans and a skimpy halter top, my
hair hanging down around my shoulders. I smile shyly, inviting you in.
At once, you notice the romantic atmosphere: the scent of honey dew melon, the dim light coming from the candles placed around the house. You step inside as my hand closes around yours, leading you to the living room. We sit down on my couch, a small space between us.
Looking into your handsome face, I lean closer, my scent surrounding you, making you close your eyes to savor it. Seeing your nostrils flare, you open your eyes to see a secretive smile on my face. "What is that perfume you're wearing," I hear you ask. Leaning closer, I whisper in your ear, "It's my cum." I feel the shock go through your body before you lift my chin, bending down to lick and taste my neck. Shivering in your embrace, I throw my head back with a soft murmur of pleasure, giving you better access to the skin bared for you.
After letting you taste me for a few minutes, I push you back and stand up, walking towards to the entertainment center, hitting play on the VCR. I sit down besides you, grabbing your hand and resting it on my thigh, very close to my heated center. You try to move your hand further, but I place my hand over yours once again, stopping you. Giving you a quick kiss, I bring your attention back to the movie about to start.
Eventhough I'm not letting you touch me, my hands roam freely over your hard body. Hearing your ragged
breathing, I smile, knowing my plan is in full works. I look up in time to see major shock on your face as
you realize the movie playing is not just any normal movie, but a porno.... Seeing my naked body being self
pleasured on tape turns you on unbearably and you turn to me, lust blazing in your eyes. I blush slightly,
licking my bottom lip. Your eyes follow the path of my tongue, leaning forward to kiss me passionately.
Turning my head to the side as you kiss down my neck and between my breasts, I whisper in your ear, "I set
up a camcorder in my room earlier and taped this just for you."
I see your attention is caught at the thought of having a camcorder in my room and you stand up, grabbing my hand and dragging me into my room. I follow breathlessly, my hard nipples evident through my shirt and the crotch of my jeans damp with wanting you.
Once inside my room, we both hurriedly strip, our clothes thrown around without a care. My eyes travel your body hungrily, gazing at your nice hard cock for a few seconds to come back up to your face, seeing that you are making the same inspection of my body. I walk forward slowly, my breasts jiggling with each step, capturing your attention. Your hands reach out to caress my nipples as I come closer, my hands sliding up your chest and around your neck, bringing you down for a hot, passionate kiss. I step back slightly, breaking contact, making you confused. I smile wickedly and push you back onto my bed, kneeling beside your reclining form. Leaning over you, I give you a full body caress with my hair, kissing you here and there, my hands exploring your body, finding what pleasures you most.
After a few moments of this, you can't take anymore and throw me on my back, torturing me with your kisses and touch. I gasp and writhe under you, my legs parting eagerly for your invasion, yet you hold back, waiting... waiting.... You go on your own quest, finding what pleasures ME, in the process, making me go wild, begging for you to take me.
At long last, you slide up my body, parting my legs wider and slowly, oh so slowly, entering my hot, wet, tight
pussy, making us both gasp and shudder in delight at finally being together this way. My legs wrap around
your waist, pushing you deeper, as my hands thread through your hair, bringing your mouth down for a
hungry kiss.
As the moment of madness approaches, my nails rake down your back and grab your ass, my moans growing louder and longer. Suddenly, my body stiffens as I cum all over your cock, a low growl escaping from the back of my throat. Hearing that sound sends you over the edge, making you shoot inside me, my pussy muscles milking every last drop of cum from your body.
I gasp your name softly, nibbling on your ear and smiling. I giggle softly and ask, "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"
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cold tears crawling down my face
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Posted:Jun 4, 2006 5:37 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 12:35 am
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“Oh come on hon, where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise,” she said as she turned the steering wheel. “If I tell you, it would ruin it,” she said with a sly smile as she kept her eyes on the road. John trusted his wife of seven years, so he dropped the inquiry and rode along quietly.
Twenty minutes later Jeannie parked the car in front of a two‒story abode in a middle class neighborhood. It wasn’t a place he’d ever been before and he turned his dark haired head toward her. “What’s this?”
“This is it, come on,” she said turned off the engine and opened the door on her side. Frowning, he exited the vehicle and followed his wife up the walkway toward the front door. A smiling female face greeted them and admitted the duo. She was a slender redhead dressed casually in a pullover navy blue blouse and jeans.
“Hi Marge, this is John,” Jeannie said sweetly as the lady of the house returned a wide smile and extended a hand toward them.
“John, Jeannie has told me a lot about you. I’m so glad you came,” she said warmly.
Inquisitively, the tall handsome man looked at the attractive stranger. “Really, what kinds of things has she told you about me?”
Marge raised her eyebrows. “Well first of all, she did tell me how handsome you are and that you like watching sports a lot.”
“Doesn’t every red blooded male?” he asked with a smirk.
The lady rolled her eyes, “it seems that way,” she said with a half sneer...”But!” she continued, “there are other things in life besides sports. Isn’t that right Jeannie?”
“Right!” Jeannie nodded while pointing her eyes at her husband.
Marge smiled sweetly. “Won’t you two please follow me.”
“Lead the way Jeannie replied. “Come on John.”
Their hostess led them down a narrow carpeted stairway. “Here we are,” she gushed as she stopped in front of a white wooden door to their right. Turning the knob she opened it and turned toward her guests. She purposely looked at John and waived him into the room.
Trying to be a gentleman, he stepped aside in order to let the ladies enter first. Yet Marge insisted that he go right ahead and Jeannie didn’t object when he crossed the threshold. However, to his surprise the two ladies shoved him in the room and quickly closed the door.
It was pitch black in the room and the startled man protested. “Hey, what the hell is this? I can’t see!”
Then a bright light illuminated. It was so bright that it temporarily blinded him. It was a spotlight that originated from across the room. The rest of the room remained pitch black.
“Welcome John!” a female voice boomed from somewhere.
John squinted his eyes in the direction of the voice.“Who are you? What’s going on here? Where’s my wife?”
“Sit down John!” The voice commanded. He looked at the straight back wooden chair placed there. It was the only piece of furniture he could see and he made no move.
“Don’t be an asshole, John! Sit!”
“What for? What the hell is going on here?”
“No cursing John!”
“Yeah...well fuck you!”
“Such language will not be tolerated John!”
“Let me out of here!” He began yanking on the door he had entered but it was locked after which he began banging on it with his fist.
“Such childish behavior John. You can’t get out. Now sit down!”
“Who the fuck are you?!” He yelled at a person he couldn’t see.
“Your trainer John.” The voice replied calmly.
“Trainer? I don’t need a trainer!”
“The way you’re acting, I think you do...and according to your wife long overdue.”
“My wife? What the hell does my wife have to do with this?”
“She says you need some training on how to be a better husband.”
“That’s crap! I don’t believe she said that!”
“She did, that’s why you’re here.”
“That fucking cunt!”
“Wrong John. Your wife’s not a fucking cunt.”
“What kind of shit did she tell you?”
“We’re asking the questions here John. Now sit down!”
“I’m not siting down! Now let me out!”
“Fine have it your way.”
“Good, now let me out.”
But instead, he saw two very tall females who seemed to come right out of the darkness. John was no small man, but each of them towered over him. One had long blonde hair that hung down over her bare shoulders. The rest of her was covered in black leather which seemed to cling to her well developed body like a second skin. The smooth material showed off her bountiful breasts and accentuated her well rounded bottom and muscular thighs. The second female was black who was dressed in the same manner and looked just as intimidating. They approached him from his right and soon surrounded him. He gaped at them.
“You were told to sit down!” The blonde who stood in front of him said calmly as she eyed him closely.
“I thought you were going to let me out?” He said evenly.
“Wrong,” the one behind him corrected.
“But...”...”Sit!” The blonde cut him off.
He made no move and it cost him. Without uttering another word the blonde brought her booted foot up into his crotch. John bellowed loudly and grabbed his privates as he fell to his knees, then laid on the floor in a fetal position. The two powerfully built females towered over him as he suffered. They gave him a few minutes to recover.
“Now get up and sit in the chair!” The black female commanded.
It took some effort but the now agonizing John finally managed to pull himself up and finally sit. “That’s a good boy,” the voice said from out of the dark. His right wrist was chained down to the anchored hook in the arm of the chair. The ball-busting ladies then disappeared into the darkness.
“Now John, I’ll explain why you’re here. You are not to speak unless I ask you a question.”
“But!...” he started to protest.
“Ah!...not another word John unless you want your balls busted again.”
His silence spoke volumes.
The voice began. “Now John, according to your wife, you spend a lot of time watching sports. Is that right?”
“Yes I do, so what?”
“I only need a ‘Yes Ma’am’, John.”
Not wanting to have his balls busted again, he conceded, “Yes Ma’am.”
“That’s better.”
“Now let’s continue. In addition, she says you spend a lot of time on the computer, talking in chat rooms. Is that also correct?”
“She’s exaggerating...I don’t spend that much time on it.”
“Are you calling your wife a liar John?”
“N‒No ma’am,” he stammered...”Just that...”
“Is she lying John?”
“No ma’am.”
“And you neglect your duties around the house, is that also right?”
John frowned. “I do so do my duties!” He objected.
“Again John, are you calling your wife a liar?”
The chained down man suddenly grew bold. “Yes I am...that’s a lie!”
“Well John, it’s your word against hers and frankly I believe her.”
“That’s not fair!”
“Life’s not fair sometimes John...but you were sent here by your wife for training and from what I’ve seen so far, I agree with her...You are in dire need.”
Just as those words had left her lips, the two amazons reappeared and stood on either side of John’s chair. Thoughts of rebellion quickly dissipated.
“John, your training has already started and I want you to stand up.”
The handsome dark haired man of thirty stared dumbfounded as his wrist was released by the blonde female. He slowly rose to his feet and stood next to the chair.
“Now John, I want you to remove all your clothes.” He couldn’t believe his ears and he hesitated.“Come on John, strip,” The voice ordered, “or I’ll have the ladies forcibly strip you.”
He imagined how embarrassing that would be, so he reached for his pull over shirt and drew it over his head. The undershirt was next. His shoes and socks followed. “Keep going,” she encouraged. His hands reached for his belt buckle and in a flash, his pants were at his ankles and he stepped out of them. His boxers were the only thing remaining. “Drop ‘em!” Hooking his thumbs under the waistband he disconcertingly shoved them down until they laid in a pool at his feet.
Once he stood there bare assed naked, the black female gathered his clothes together and stuffed them into a laundry bag and removed them from the room. “You won’t be needing any clothes for a while John.” The voice from the darkness said.
The big man remained silent, not wanting to piss these ladies off again.
“Now John, first things first. You will be punished for calling your wife a liar and a fucking cunt.” John’s ears burned and his eyes matched them when he saw the black amazon carry in what looked like a spanking bench.
“Lie over the bench John, the long way.”
He gazed at the wooden piece that resembled a sawhorse and approached it, draping himself over it as ordered. His wrists and ankles were fastened to the legs.
“I’m glad to see you’re beginning to follow orders John. Perhaps that ball busting did you some good.”
Then John saw the tall blonde female pick up a wide shiny wooden paddle. John gulped. He hadn’t been spanked since he was a . He gasped when he felt the smooth implement on his buttocks. It was then raised high in the air and brought down hard with a loud smack right in the middle of his upturned male bottom. The sting penetrated his being and John stiffened, but before he could relax, the sturdy instrument was brought down in a like manner. A painful protest was emitted from his lips. He began to sweat as the hard paddle was repeatedly smacked onto his ever reddening ass cheeks.
“Are you sorry John for calling your wife a liar?” The voice asked from out of the darkness.
“Yes Ma’am!” He replied in a voice that was far from the insolent one he had earlier. But the spanking continued until John’s ass was beet red and he was nearly in tears.
“And are you sorry for calling your wife a ‘fucking cunt’?”
“Yes Ma’am,” he whimpered.
A few more meaningful smacks found their mark and left the once foul-mouthed man pleading for it to stop.
When his harsh spanking had ended, his wrists and ankles were freed and he was told to stand. He heard a strange noise in the room and then he looked up and saw a set of chains being lowered from the ceiling. They descended until they were right above his head. Each of the tall leather clad ladies forced his arms up and each wrist was inserted into a leather cuff that was attached to each chain. The cuffs were tightened which left John with his arms stretched high. A spreader bar was connected between his calves, forcing his legs wide, which left the burly man feeling helpless and vulnerable.
“Now John, we will begin your training in earnest.”
“Is all this really necessary,” he complained.
For his trouble the black female faced him and grabbed a handful of his dangling balls. “You were told not to speak unless asked a question,” she said as the strong lady tightened her grip.. John grimaced. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” he uttered in desperation.
“Obedience John,” the voice from the darkness scolded him.
“Yes Ma’am,” he replied with relief when the lady finally released his balls.
“Now John, as I was saying, your training will begin in earnest. After pausing for a moment so that statement could sink into his brain, the trainer continued. “There will be no more watching sporting events on TV without your wife’s permission.”
“Why not?!” he protested.
“Oh John, you’re going to be a tough one I can tell.”
This time it was the blonde who approached him. “Who gave you permission to speak?” she snarled. She was holding a thin piece of wood. Wondering what she was going to do with that, he found out soon enough. With her left hand she held up his dangling cock while grasping the piece of wood firmly with her right hand. She took careful aim and slammed the wooden stick into his balls. He squirmed and bellowed, but his ball torture continued. Tears formed and he pleaded for her to stop. She did with a stern admonishment. “No more talking out of turn!”
“Yes Ma’am,” he whimpered with tears in his eyes.
The blonde returned to her spot next to the suspended man and the trainer began anew. “John, repeat back to me what I just said.”
“I may not watch sporting events on TV without my wife’s permission.”
“Right, I hope that’s perfectly clear.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Good, now...there will be no more going on the computer without your wife’s consent.”
John’s aching balls reminded him not to protest. “Yes Ma’am,” he replied with obvious disappointment.
“And you are strictly forbidden to go into any chat room without her knowledge.”
He hung there in defeat. “Yes Ma’am.”
“And furthermore, you are to complete any chore around the house that your wife dictates, is that clear!?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“We’re going to let you go now, but if your wife calls us again, this little episode will be ’s play.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Ladies, release him...I think John’s learned his lesson.”
Two minutes later John was dressed and was let out the door to the room. Marge, the hostess and Jeannie, his wife were waiting there and his wife smiled.. “Ready to home now John?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
Marge smiled as well as she led the couple toward the front door. “Have a great life,” she said sweetly, “and come back again if you need to.”
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A week later, Jeannie called Marge. “How’s it going?” Marge inquired
“You wouldn’t believe the change in him,” Jeannie beamed. “And I owe it all to the Ballbusters. Thank you so much.”
“Anytime.”
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Posted:Jun 4, 2006 5:34 pm
Last Updated:Jun 4, 2006 5:35 pm
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Laying beside You in bed watching TV, i turn over and ask if i may suck Your cock. You give me permission after kissing me deeply, so i slide down your body, my lips leaving a trail from your neck to the head of your cock. Slowly i take your cock into my mouth, my tongue and lips sucking at the head, my mouth wet and warm. Inch by inch i take Your cock deeper into my mouth, knowing how much You love that, trying to please you. Feeling You harden against my tongue, Your cock throbbing against my lips. After awhile i hear You tell me to roll on my stomach. i feel the rope around my wrists as You bind them together, and trap them behind my back. i feel Your fingers trail over the small of my back, Your fingertips brushing against my ass, rubbing the hole with lube. You slide a small plug into my ass, then move Your fingers down to my pussy, sliding two fingers in and out, Your pinky sliding against my clit. i hear You whisper, "lay on your side slut". You kneel at the side of the bed, Your fingers reaching for my hard nipples, pinching them lightly, then leaning forward to take them into Your mouth. i feel your teeth sink into them making me moan in pain and pleasure. When You've worked both of them you attach clothespins to each one. You whisper, "spread your legs slut", and slide a finger into my pussy as Your other hand pulls the clothespins lightly and flicks them. You hear my moans deepen and feel my pussy get wetter and wetter around Your fingers, getting close to cumming. You stop and withdraw Your fingers, and kneel in front of my head. You grab the hair at the base of my neck, Your other hand clamping around my breast causing more pressure against the clamped nipple. You shove Your cock deep into my mouth, fucking it for a few minutes, then release me and step back. "Roll back on your knees " as i watch You get on the bed behind me, out of my vision. i feel the plug being slid in and out of me and one of your fingers on my clit, fucking me slowly with the plug, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. i hear you whisper, "cum when I tell you slut, your pussy needs to be nice and wet for this". my heart jumps, wondering what you have planned for me. Suddenly i hear You command me to cum, my pussy reacting, floods Your finger with wetness, as i scream with the release You have given me. i become aware after a few minutes that You have slid three fingers into me, fucking my pussy hard with them. I feel You slide Your pinky in slightly spreading Your hand to open me up more. Realizing You are going to fist me in that position, i try spreading my knees so Your fist will go in easier. As soon as i move i feel Your hand smack my ass hard. "Did i tell you you could move slut?" "No Master", i whimper. Again i feel Your hand smack my ass hard. "Get back where you were , and don't move"! Abruptly you shove all four fingers back inside of me, fucking me harder then before, making my clothespinned nipples scrape against the bed over and over. i know how much You enjoy hearing me whimper with that kind of pain. i feel Your fingers stop in my pussy as You shove Your thumb inside of me, stretching me. Suddenly You push your whole fist deep into my pussy, loving the way my moans crack with the wonderful pain of being stretched by my Master's hand. You fist me hard, giving me no chance to adjust to Your hand. Your other hand reaches around releasing on my nipples from the clothespin, sending new waves of pleasure and pain through me. After what feels like an eternity in my haze of pleasure and pain You withdraw your fist, and then withdraw the anal plug. Grabbing my hips You thrust Your cock deep into my ass. Riding it hard and fast, your hands using the bindings on my wrist for leverage. Harder and faster You pump into me, until i feel Your cock explode deep inside of me. You slow Your pace as Your cock empties in my ass, reaching around you unclamp the other clothespin, causing a small scream from me. Your fingers lightly pinch my swollen nipple causing more pain. But i hear those lovely words, "cum slut" and my body body contracts with the largest orgasm of the night. i am moaning at the pleasure of cumming, while whimpering from the pain in my nipple. You pull out as i collapse on my side. Your hands lovingly unbinding my wrists, and rubbing my shoulders. After a minute You pull me into Your arms. Holding me close, kissing my mouth. "I love you Master, thank you." You kiss my forhead and reply, "I love you slut, and you are welcome".
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if you're through with me
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Posted:Jun 4, 2006 5:32 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 12:35 am
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Laying beside You in bed watching TV, i turn over and ask if i may suck Your cock. You give me permission after kissing me deeply, so i slide down your body, my lips leaving a trail from your neck to the head of your cock. Slowly i take your cock into my mouth, my tongue and lips sucking at the head, my mouth wet and warm. Inch by inch i take Your cock deeper into my mouth, knowing how much You love that, trying to please you. Feeling You harden against my tongue, Your cock throbbing against my lips. After awhile i hear You tell me to roll on my stomach. i feel the rope around my wrists as You bind them together, and trap them behind my back. i feel Your fingers trail over the small of my back, Your fingertips brushing against my ass, rubbing the hole with lube. You slide a small plug into my ass, then move Your fingers down to my pussy, sliding two fingers in and out, Your pinky sliding against my clit. i hear You whisper, "lay on your side slut". You kneel at the side of the bed, Your fingers reaching for my hard nipples, pinching them lightly, then leaning forward to take them into Your mouth. i feel your teeth sink into them making me moan in pain and pleasure. When You've worked both of them you attach clothespins to each one. You whisper, "spread your legs slut", and slide a finger into my pussy as Your other hand pulls the clothespins lightly and flicks them. You hear my moans deepen and feel my pussy get wetter and wetter around Your fingers, getting close to cumming. You stop and withdraw Your fingers, and kneel in front of my head. You grab the hair at the base of my neck, Your other hand clamping around my breast causing more pressure against the clamped nipple. You shove Your cock deep into my mouth, fucking it for a few minutes, then release me and step back. "Roll back on your knees " as i watch You get on the bed behind me, out of my vision. i feel the plug being slid in and out of me and one of your fingers on my clit, fucking me slowly with the plug, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. i hear you whisper, "cum when I tell you slut, your pussy needs to be nice and wet for this". my heart jumps, wondering what you have planned for me. Suddenly i hear You command me to cum, my pussy reacting, floods Your finger with wetness, as i scream with the release You have given me. i become aware after a few minutes that You have slid three fingers into me, fucking my pussy hard with them. I feel You slide Your pinky in slightly spreading Your hand to open me up more. Realizing You are going to fist me in that position, i try spreading my knees so Your fist will go in easier. As soon as i move i feel Your hand smack my ass hard. "Did i tell you you could move slut?" "No Master", i whimper. Again i feel Your hand smack my ass hard. "Get back where you were , and don't move"! Abruptly you shove all four fingers back inside of me, fucking me harder then before, making my clothespinned nipples scrape against the bed over and over. i know how much You enjoy hearing me whimper with that kind of pain. i feel Your fingers stop in my pussy as You shove Your thumb inside of me, stretching me. Suddenly You push your whole fist deep into my pussy, loving the way my moans crack with the wonderful pain of being stretched by my Master's hand. You fist me hard, giving me no chance to adjust to Your hand. Your other hand reaches around releasing on my nipples from the clothespin, sending new waves of pleasure and pain through me. After what feels like an eternity in my haze of pleasure and pain You withdraw your fist, and then withdraw the anal plug. Grabbing my hips You thrust Your cock deep into my ass. Riding it hard and fast, your hands using the bindings on my wrist for leverage. Harder and faster You pump into me, until i feel Your cock explode deep inside of me. You slow Your pace as Your cock empties in my ass, reaching around you unclamp the other clothespin, causing a small scream from me. Your fingers lightly pinch my swollen nipple causing more pain. But i hear those lovely words, "cum slut" and my body body contracts with the largest orgasm of the night. i am moaning at the pleasure of cumming, while whimpering from the pain in my nipple. You pull out as i collapse on my side. Your hands lovingly unbinding my wrists, and rubbing my shoulders. After a minute You pull me into Your arms. Holding me close, kissing my mouth. "I love you Master, thank you." You kiss my forhead and reply, "I love you slut, and you are welcome".
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when your feeling leaves
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Posted:Jun 4, 2006 5:30 pm
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I got a call a few months ago, completely out of the blue, from Dawn. Dawn was an old friend from school. She was the kind of girl that every guy wants to know. She was great to hang out with at movies and concerts, and would also pour her heart out over a few beers. This chick could really drink too!
Dawn was tall and lean, with a great ass and legs. She had shoulder-length, straight brunette hair with highlights. Dawn had a great personality too, meaning she would flirt with me all night long, but we never really got physical, beyond a casual kiss every now and then. She was relatively serious with some tool named Brad, so I never pursued her too much.
Dawn left town a couple of years ago for a new job. We kept in touch through phone calls and email for a while, but eventually drifted apart. Anyway, Dawn called to say that she was back in town for her company and wanted to get together.
We met a couple of days later at the local Mexican place. Dawn still looked fantastic, and she commented that I’d kept myself up pretty well too, with a mischievous gleam in her eye. We got caught up over dinner and then started flirting with each other over some drinks.
Dawn asked me why she and I never got together. I said, "Well, you know, what about Brad?" "I split-up with that dumb-ass before I moved." was her reply. "He wanted to get married, and that was the last thing on my mind". "Well" I said, "maybe I didn’t want to mess up what we had". "We wouldn’t have messed-up what
we had" she said. "We would have had a lot of fun, actually". "Wow, this girl is great!" screamed in my head.
After a few more drinks I confessed to having a huge crush on her over the years. I also told her that I loved that pair of kneehigh boots she wore from time to time. She told me that those boots were her favorites, and that she wore them all the time, for all kinds of activities. "Sounds like somebody has a bit of a boot fetish." Dawn added amusedly. "Guilty." I replied. "I can’t get enough of ‘em". "Well, we’ll just have to see what we can do about that." she said seductively.
"Anyway", she continued, "I was hoping we could spend some time together before I have to go back to Sedona". "What if I don’t let you go back this time?" I said. "What if I tie you up and keep you?" "I’d love for you to tie me up." said Dawn, with a twinkle in her eye.
I didn’t know how much of our banter was alcohol related, and I didn’t really care, we were having a blast! We left the restaurant with plans to meet again the next evening. Dawn said she’d come over about 8, and that I should be ready, then locked her sumptuous lips to mine. Needless to say my head was spinning!
On Friday evening I heard a knock at the door right at 8 p.m. I opened the door to see Dawn, dressed in a really short skirt and those bad-ass boots I loved so much. "Let’s go" she said and walked straight past me towards the back of the house, to my bedroom. I stood there in shock for a second. Once my brain
processed what Dawn said I spun on my heels and headed after her. "Don’t think!" I heard my voice yelling inside my head, "just roll with it".
Dawn did a sexy striptease for me while I lit a few candles. "Leave the boots on" I said, hoping she wouldn’t object. "I wore them just for you" she replied. This chick was hot in every way! We went at it, and I have to say it was the best sex I’d had in years and everything I’d dreamed it would be with her.
So after a particularly zesty round of bedroom gymnastics we cooled off with a couple of beers. We were lying across the bed on a bunch of pillows I had and got a pretty good buzz going. Pretty soon Dawn leaned over and in that super-sexy voice of hers said, "You know, I wasn’t kidding the other night when I said I’d like you to tie me up. I’d love to try it with you". Well, I can take a hint and so I replied, "I’ll be right back".
I had some soft cotton ropes in the bottom drawer that I kept around for, you know, special occasions. I also brought out my bag of goodies that I’ll get to in a bit.
I took control right away and told Dawn how I wanted her to lay on the bed. She really started to dig me taking over and did exactly what I said. I told Dawn to spread her arms out and grab the headboard to the left and right. I took some rope and firmly tied each hand to the headboard. Dawn smiled at me and said, "It looks like you’ve done this a time or two". "Be quiet" I replied. "I’m in charge now". "I’ll gag you too if you talk too much!" I said playfully, but I’m sure she knew I meant it. Dawn merely nodded at me, and then gave me the greatest wink and smile.
I placed a pillow under Dawn’s head and maneuvered a couple of the others under her ass. I used some more rope to tie her booted feet to the footboard.
I reached into the bag and brought out what I like to call my ‘home-brewed love lotion’. This is a body oil that I added some vanilla scent to. I love the way it smells, and I also love the way a chick’s body feels oiled-up. Their bodies look really cool too with candle-light flickering in the room. Anyway, I opened the bottle and squeezed out a generous amount of oil all over Dawn’s bound body. She flinched strongly and squealed when the cold oil hit her body. Dawn’s perky breasts reacted most notably, and her nipples immediately became erect. She could see the lust in my eyes as I locked my mouth on to her right breast and sucked like a hungry newborn. Dawn moaned softly as I worked her breasts for
several minutes.
I then began rubbing the oil into Dawn’s skin. By the time I was done her naked body gleamed with a deep, rich luster. I even rubbed a good amount of the oil into her boots so they’d match her glowing skin. Needless to say, the scent was intoxicating as well.
Our eyes soon met and we both knew the lovemaking would be exhilarating. We weren’t disappointed. We climaxed together and I pulled out of her thoroughly spent. I went to the kitchen and filled a squeeze-top bottle with water. I took the bottle back to the bedroom and gave Dawn several long drinks. God, she looked hot laying there tied-up and glistening. She thanked me for the water and we kissed deeply.
I decided to sit out front for a while and meditate, to try and reflect on what was happening, you know, ‘be in the moment’. Dawn protested at this and I clamped my hand across her mouth, silencing her immediately. I told her that I’d only be gone a little while and to relax. She started to reply but I wasn’t having it. I reached in to the bag and brought out a large scarf which I used to securely gag her. Funny thing is she didn’t really resist this. We both laughed when I was done, and I knew immediately she was just picking a fight to force me to gag her. It seems we were both old hands at the bondage game.
I came back to the bedroom after a while and decided to re-tie Dawn and try a little different position with her. I untied Dawn’s right hand and right leg and removed the pillows from underneath her and tossed them to the floor. Next, I re-tied her right hand and leg to the same places as her left hand and leg. Basically I was setting her up for some serious spooning.
I wasn’t getting much response from Dawn so I gave her a sharp smack on the ass to make sure she was still with me. She perked-up right away, and we were on again. I moved in behind her. With my right hand I began messaging Dawn’s tits, occasionally giving her pert nipples a quick pinch. This brought a playful giggle and squeal from Dawn’s sealed lips. I slid my left arm underneath her left armpit and began to work Dawn’s clit and get her really wet and ready. I was grinding my rod up and down her ass-crack the whole time, and in a few moments was at full attention. Dawn moaned through her gag as we began moving in unison. I had to untie Dawn’s right leg to slide inside her, but that’s cool. Our climax was explosive this time, and even though Dawn was firmly gagged, her scream was deafening in the closed room.
This was very exciting and satisfying for both of us again, as you can imagine. I took the gag out of Dawn’s mouth and untied her when we were finished. She got up and went to the bathroom. She looked damn sexy walking through the house naked, except for those killer boots. Dawn came back to bed after a while and we did it one more time, sans ropes, but with just as much vigor.
This sort of thing went on every few days for about three weeks. It was unbelievable, and left my head swimming after each session. Finally, though, the dreaded day came when Dawn had to return to Sedona and her job. As much as she wanted to, Dawn wouldn’t let me tie her up and keep her as I threatened/offered on that first night.
We kept in touch through phone calls and email, but like last time eventually drifted apart. Anyway, I was sitting around one day feeling sorry for myself when I got a phone call, completely out of the blue, from Liz.
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why is it that you never say
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Posted:Jun 4, 2006 5:23 pm
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So we are sat there you and I in the corner of a dark club, one of those places where the tables are small and round, with just enough room for 2 chairs a candle and a few drinks. I'm wearing a small black dress over the top of my lacy black undies and matching suspenders, you are your usual self, smart but casual, your favourite tight fitting black t-shirt that shows off your masculine chest and a pair of comfortable black jeans with slip on shoes. The night is moving on and the hour is nearing midnight when we notice some strange activity at the table in front of us.
Another couple obviously a little tipsy, she is wearing a tight fitting white blouse that shows off her full cleavage, matched with a little black skirt and kitten heels, topped off perfectly by a cascade of long dark curly hair which falls at her waist like the waves in the ocean brushing to shore.
They appear to be moving closer to each other, you can sense a touch of hesitance mixed with sexual passion, and an air that maybe just maybe one of them or even both is married to someone else. They start to kiss each other deeply and passionately on the lips, their tongues embracing each other like long lost friends not knowing when they will be able to meet again.
We smile at each other and continue with our drinks, getting tipsier as the night wears on.
A little later we look up again at the table ahead of us realising that things seem to be heating up somewhat.
The guy has now pulled her onto his lap and they seem to be kissing each other much deeper than before, he flicks her hair off her face as it starts to gently fall over the pair of them, his other hand moving to the warmth and fullness of her firm full breasts. He starts to caress them gently one by one through her tight fitting white blouse and begins to work his hands inside exposing more and more of her delightful wonders.
She looks at him as if to give him the go ahead and he starts to unbutton her blouse, carefully removing it whilst nibbling the nape of her neck, she throws her head back a little and gasps gently as he teases her sweet erect nipples through the soft lace of her bra. Completely oblivious to everyone else in the club she climbs on top of him her legs falling either side of his and he starts to nuzzle his face into her breasts whilst carefully unclipping the back of her bra and letting it fall quietly to the floor.
Her hands start to run up and down his back, gripping him tightly and massaging him with her delicate fingertips, she stops to kiss him and then rips of his shirt in one short sharp motion.
I can feel myself getting moist whilst watching what is happening just a few feet away from us and I notice the crotch in your trousers start to swell, so I move my hand over to it and start to tease you through your jeans.
On the other table the couple have now progressed, he has pushed her up on the table in front of him and he is removing her panties and pulling him close to her, to enable him to bury his head in her moist, damp sweet vagina.
I start to rub your cock a little harder, noting it growing and hardening as time goes on.
He has now removed her skirt, all that is left of her clothing are her dark stockings and suspenders, one of her shoes has fallen to the floor and the other is balancing precariously, trying to hold on to the moment with them.
She moves him away and starts to unbutton his trousers, carefully removing them and taking off his boxer shorts she kisses him once more, he pushes her away pulling on her hair and forcing her head to his large erect cock.
She starts to lick it slowly at first, then picking up speed she is on a new mission, ferociously licking, sucking, nibbling and squeezing his manhood.
We start to kiss, the passion is amazing, the kiss is hard and deep and sends butterflies racing in my stomach, I feel myself getting wetter as I look across the table and notice that he has her bent over the table, edging his cock inside her wet cunt, pumping her with every inch of his huge manhood.
You reach your hand out to my breasts and start to squeeze my nipples though my dress, my own cunt is now virtually dripping, waiting in anticipation of what could happen. I start to touch you, taking off your t-shirt and kissing your chest, being careful not to miss any part of you, stopping at each of your nipples to suck and bite them.
You pull my dress off over my head and pick me up out of my seat, carrying me across to the table where the two lovers are unaware of anything other than themselves and their passion. You throw me over the table and rip off my panties, watching the other couple fucking harder and harder you start to fuck me too.
The other girl opens her eyes realising what is happening, she gives me a smile and reaches out her hand for mine, I can feel from the way she is holding my hand that this man is fucking her like a , pumping her with every ounce of strength he has within him and I feel her pleasure.
You are now fucking me so hard that my head is forced closer to the other girls, I sense something inside me and suddenly I have an urge to start kissing her, before I can think anything else she reaches for me first. Her tongue starts to run over my lips and we start to kiss properly.
Her partner for the night is getting more and more excited by all this, he pulls out and starts to play with his cock watching us kiss and play with each others breasts, he cums over her back and then disappears.
She stops kissing me and undeterred by his absence moves into another position on the table, her legs are now either side of my face, and I can almost taste the sweetness of her pussy by merely looking at it. I bury my head eagerly devouring her as you continue to fuck me from behind.
You start to pump me faster and faster, the girl moves off the table, reaching into her handbag she grabs what looks like a vibrator, she moves around the table until she is behind you; reaching between her legs she removes some of the moistness and starts to rub it between your legs, massaging your tight little arse with her fingertips as she edges one, two, three fingers inside you.
She removes her fingers and starts to fuck you with her vibrator, I sense you starting to pulse inside me as you pull out of me turn around and throw her on the table next to me.
You tell us to start playing with each other, and as we lick, suck, nibble and kiss each other, my head in her pussy and her head in my cunt you start to play with yourself, getting faster and faster.
We notice your cock starting to twitch so we move away from each other and focus on you, both of our heads near your large erect pulsating cock, licking and teasing you, taking it in turns to devour you inside our mouths. You can't take any more, you push us both away and cum all over us telling us what dirty sluts we are.
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who is the one to blame
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Posted:Jun 4, 2006 5:20 pm
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Todd Huffington left his downtown office after a busy day. The VP of one of the top advertising firms in the city, he was loving life. He couldn’t wait to see his lovely wife and brag off about landing a big contract he’d been trying to finalize for months.
He pulled his BMW into traffic for the usual forty minute drive to his house in the suburbs. Todd was in such a great mood that he didn’t even mind it when he was held up by a stopped vehicle on the interstate.
As he pulled into the two-car garage of his split-level home, he smiled at the prospect of seeing his lovely wife and giving her rounded bottom a squeeze. But instead of a hug when he walked into the house from the garage, he got silence and a long stare.
What’s eating her he wondered as he walked into the living room to check the mail? She followed right behind him. He turned to look at her to ask her what was wrong when she spoke.
“You have exactly two minutes to be naked and on your knees!” She spat with blazing eyes.
“What’s this about?” He said with a frown.
She looked at her watch. “You’re wasting time!” She picked up the long flogger that was draped over the ottoman and he realized she meant business. Off came his suit jacket, then his button down white shirt, then the trousers, shoes, socks and finally his undershirt and boxers. The brown haired six-foot two, two hundred twenty pound thirty-nine year old executive was soon kneeling naked in his living room.
At the office he was one of the big shots but at home, Vicky was the boss. That had been established long ago in their fifteen year marriage.
She walked around her burly husband’s naked body and finally stopped in front of him. “Get your ass over the end of the sofa now!”
He walked over to where she pointed on his knees. Past experience told him not to try to get up and walk over there. When he did reach the end of the couch, he did as she directed. His male bottom was perched on top of the end with his hands touching the seat cushion and his legs dangling over not quite touching the floor. She cuffed his wrists and ankles together. She then picked up a wide wooden paddle and approached his naked butt. She laid it on his upturned alabaster buttocks, letting him get used to the touch.
Then she raised the sturdy implement high in the air and brought it down swiftly, slamming it onto his conveniently placed buttocks with a loud thud. But he took it without so much as a whimper. Todd had developed a high capacity for pain over the years, but this was just a warm-up. Vicky spanked him hard and fast until his bottom was crimson and he still didn’t show any emotion. She’d trained him well over the years.
But she was far from through. She uncuffed his wrists and ankles and ordered him to stand still in front of her and to spread his legs. She obtained a long piece of rope, made a loop and placed it around his balls, pulling the two loose ends taut which caused an immediate constriction around his gonads. She then pulled on the ends and forced him to follow her or else cause immense pain. She led him over to the front door where she tied the ends around the doorknob, which meant he had to stand close to the door. She then cuffed his wrists again in front of him and raised his arms in order to hook the leather cuffs to the o-ring she screwed into the wood earlier. This meant that he was secured to the front door by his wrists and his balls.
She stood back and admired her handiwork. His red ass glowed. She snickered a bit at the sight.
Then she got a bag full of clothespins and one by one began attaching them to the front of his body that was facing the door. One on each nipple had him writhing, but he couldn’t move around too much or else he’d cause immediate intense pain to his balls. She reached for his scrotum and attached four pegs on his sensitive ball sac, which had him cringing. Then down the shaft of his cock she attached five more. She fit four more around the rim of his cock head. Then finally right on the head near his piss hole. The big man was in agony.
Then she went to his trousers and pulled the brown leather belt out of its loops. She held the buckle end and stood behind Todd’s suspended form. Without hesitation she slashed the sturdy implement across his bare back with a loud thwack! He stiffened but otherwise took the blow without a whimper. She reined thwack after thwack all over his ever reddening back, then she lowered her aim. A loud thwack across his ass produced a more animated response since his buttocks had already been tenderized by that brutal spanking. In addition he jerked his lower body so violently that it caused him to pull on the rope attached to his balls, which in turn prompted a loud bellow from his lips. Consequently, he tried to keep his butt still when she slashed his ass with the belt. She sensed that she was getting to him, so she purposely kept up the slashing of his already sore bottom. His hollers were music to her ears. Then she aimed for the untouched backs of his thighs. He tried to keep still, but the intense sting of the belt on his thighs was too much. He thrashed about pulling on his balls. He feared he couldn’t take much more.
Finally she stopped. One by one she removed the clothespins, knowing full well they hurt worse when taken off than put on. She purposely left the ones on his cock head for last. Then she unhooked his wrists and untied his balls.
But she wasn’t done yet. She ordered Todd to lie on the floor face up. She maneuvered his body so that she could tie his wrists to the legs of one of the heavy chairs. Vicky then stripped completely naked and put on a pair of high heels. She stood directly over him, her feet on either side of his supine body.
“Look at my body, slave!” She commanded. “You want my body don’t you slave? You’d like to fuck me, wouldn’t you scumbag?”
Despite the pain she had caused him since he arrived home from work, he still desired her. A meek, “Yes Ma’am,” is all he could muster.
“Get that cock nice and hard for me,” she cooed softly. “I have a special treat for you, little man.”
He was quite sure he knew what was coming, but he could do nothing to prevent the inevitable. His suspicions were confirmed when she stood directly on his chest, looking down at her slave. Her hundred ten pound weight bore down on his manly body and he cringed slightly when she pressed her pointy heal down on one his nipples.
“You’re my fucking doormat, aren’t you slave?” She mocked.
“Yes Mistress.”
Then she turned around giving him a good look at her shapely derriere. She then began walking slowly down his body, digging her heels into his flesh. She stood on his muscular chest, then stepped on his stomach, pushing it in. Soon she stood on his thighs. Then with her right foot, she mashed the shaft of his cock down to the floor between his legs. He groaned aloud. Then she stood with both feet on his shaft. He groaned louder. Then she stepped on the head with the toe of her right foot, mashing it to the floor. His groans grew. Her left foot also did some head mashing. Then she growned her foot, like she was putting out a cigarette. He yelped and squirmed on the floor. Finally, she let up. But she wasn’t quite done.
With her high heeled shoe she shoved his cock up toward his belly, revealing his hairy balls. She placed the ball of her foot directly on his left testicle. Todd begged her not to do it. But his pleas fell on deaf ears as she slowly and steadily increased the pressure. Tears came to his eyes and he screamed for mercy. Mercifully she let up. But there was another ball to go. Once again she pushed down on the highly sensitive orb, which produced the same pleadings.
By the time she had taken her heel off of his balls, his agony was like nothing he’d ever experienced. He laid there in total misery when she released his wrists.
Then she looked down at him with hands on her hips. “The next time I send you to the store with a list, you buy what’s on the list and nothing else! Is that clear?!”
“Yes Ma’am,” he whimpered.
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Posted:Jun 4, 2006 5:19 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 12:35 am
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A knave emerged from the bootery’s storeroom, a touch of saliva on his lower lip. In his hands he carried a pair of thigh-high boots fitted with stiletto-shaped heels longer than a gentleman’s evening dagger.
As the knave struggled to ease the boot over the she-devil’s calf, she pushed back, her lips pouting and her eyes suddenly glassy.
"Do these fit, madam?" the boy croaked.
Succubus turned her attention to Nina, who was curled up in a ball, her ass up in the air.
"We shall see, but if they don’t work out, you’ll have to clean this pair also."
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