i could see pictures of you
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Posted:Jun 4, 2006 5:18 pm
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Lucky, the red headed biker, looked down at the naked man who was kneeling at her feet.
“Do you think you’re worthy enough to be in my sight slave?”
“No Mistress, I am not worthy,” the dark haired, wide-eyed account executive replied submissively.
“Right answer scumbag,” she sneered.
It was all the apprehensive thirty-something man could muster to keep his eyes off her voluptuous lithe body. Her breasts were bursting the seams of the low leather blouse she was wearing. The short leather skirt showed off her shapely, muscular thighs and legs quite well. What a sight she was to behold.
And it showed.
Looking down in her Mae West imitation, she mouthed slowly. “Glad to see me?”
His face reddened at her obvious meaning. “Yes Mistress.”
“Well I’d like to know who the fuck gave you permission to get a hard-on?!”
Her question stung. The answer was obvious, yet he didn’t want to say it. He stammered, “Noone Mistress,” in a low voice.
“Spread those thighs!” She commanded. When he obeyed she lifted her booted foot and grazed it against his rock hard cock. “Did you think you were going to fuck me slave?” She needled.
Once again, he didn’t know exactly how not to offend this woman. “Well um...”
“Come on slave, tell me...you wanted to fuck me, isn’t that right?” She persisted as she began kicking his manhood gently.
“Yes Ma’am!” He blurted tersely.
“I think you’ve got a lot of fucking nerve, little man!” She spat as she kicked him harder.
He cringed.
“I think you need to be punished for that slave.”
He remained silent as she glared down at him. She ordered him to bend all the way over so that his forehead touched the floor. The leather strap hit his naked buttocks with a thwap!...He yelped from the sudden sting. Then another one followed...Another yelp! On and on the 5'9", biker babe snapped the solid piece of leather onto his raised bottom. She kept it up until his entire backside was sufficiently tenderized.
Then she ordered him back up to his knees.
She looked down. “What happened to this,” she said sarcastically as she tapped his limp manhood with her boot?
He had no answer.
“Well you certainly can’t fuck me with this sorry thing!” She mocked as she kicked him hard, causing him to double over slightly. Then she grabbed a lock of his hair and jerked his head up. “However, I do have something you can do, scumbag!”
She glared into his face. She spread her legs, held on firmly to his hair, and hiked her leather mini skirt to her crotch. “You may take my panties off,” she declared.
When he started to raise his arms she said,” With your teeth!”
Looking at her strangely he hesitated. He wasn’t sure how to proceed.
“Come on slave, get to it!...And I better not feel your fucking teeth on my skin!”
Without another word the account executive neared his face to her panties. Clutching the waistband carefully with his teeth, he slowly eased the flimsy garment down in the front, then one side, then the back and the other side, careful not to make contact with her flawless skin as he worked the garment down until it fell to her ankles. Kicking them off, the red headed Lucky complemented him, “ Good job slave.”
He watched her attentively as she sat in a bedroom chair.
“Now come over here and exercise your tongue slave,” she said, spreading her pelvis. Scooting across the floor in what might have been record time, he did just that.
“Oh yes!” She shrieked as he soon brought her to a thunderous orgasm.
When she had finally regained her breathing, she told him he was a good slave, but she had to get some sleep and that he could let himself out.
“Yes Mistress,” he responded. “ May I see you again?”
“Call me next week.”
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why my eyes are looking at the ground
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Posted:Jun 4, 2006 5:17 pm
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She comes home for work as she does every day, showers and performs certain little rituals that get her ready for His return home. She watches the time as she gets ready for Him, being very careful to do everything just as He has asked her to do. It is time for her to kneel at the door...she checks her position over and over nervously...wanting to be perfect for Him. Her thighs parted so she is exposed, her bottom resting on the heels of her feet, back slightly arched head high eyes lowered hands holding hair above head so He can inspect her. In this position, she will wait for 30 minutes.
As she waits she goes over and over in her mind what He has taught her and what He expects when He enters...she is not to react or speak. This is hard for her ...she wants to jump up and wrap her arms around Him covering him in kisses every time He enters the room. However, she is for His pleasure, its no longer about her wants or needs, her will is His will. Trying not to fidget, as the time draws closer she feels excited and nervous, all of this is so new to her and the feeling that she finally fits someplace makes her feel like she is going to burst.
Hearing the keys in the door; her heart beats faster making her feel breathless. She has to fight the urge to rise and be in His arms...that will come soon enough. Eyes lowered she sees the light from outside move across the floor and then His shadow covers her. He leaves the door opened a little bit too long and she hears people walking by and knows they can see her, but she doesn't move. He chuckles and closes the door and then she hears "Mmmm hello my precious pet" she knows she is not to respond yet that she has to wait as He has taught her. She smiles and blushes; the words make her feel warm all over. As her nipples become erect, she feels the wetness between her legs and is sure this is her place... where she belongs.
He walks around her twice slowly, He is looking at every inch of her and she knows it. This is His ritual and she has grown to love it. It soothes her, calms her. He does not speak as He does this; she has learned to let the silence comfort her. He puts His foot between her legs and spreads her wider then lifts her a bit from the front with His foot, walks behind her and does the same. This is extremely arousing to her and she knows He wants it to be. He has trained her to love this ritual and she does. From behind He lifts her arms up high... almost lifting her from her kneeling position and walks around her looking at all of her; touches her still damp hair puts it to His face and breathes in the scent runs His fingers through it as He places it over one shoulder as He likes it. Arms still up high He checks her hands and nails, He kisses her hands and releases them... she know she is now to put them behind her back and wait for His instruction. He bends down in front of her so that they are almost nose-to-nose...this is different, not part of the ritual and she starts to tremble. She is frightened by this.
He touches her cheek and tells her "Be calm my pet today is going to be different, I have two gifts for you if you want to accept them. But for you to accept them you can not be on your knees like this". He lifts her a little and she stands eyes still lowered, He tells her in a harsh voice; "NO… for now you will look at Me and talk to Me open and honestly, and you will answer all my questions." Pet doesn't like this; she wants the ritual...the change confuses her and she wants to hide. He strokes her cheek to comfort her and she is immediately lost in Him. He holds her close and tells her this is a good thing, because He is sure of the outcome. She is confused by all of this but feels safe and calm now that He is close to her.
He steps back from her and from His pockets He takes two beautifully wrapped packages...the girl in her comes out and she smiles big. This pleases Him, she can tell when she looks into His eyes. He places the packages on the table and sits down...pats His lap and she sits with Him. She begins to cover Him in kisses, He laughs and tells her there is plenty of time for that, now is the time to talk. She pouts a little but listens to Him.
He tells her to open the first one and she does...very carefully because she doesn't want to ruin the pretty paper, it's a box and she opens it. Inside is the most beautiful gold necklace; she takes it out and looks at it noticing there is a gold ring attached to it, she doesn't know what this is for and asks Him. He tells her the ring is for a leash to be attached ...and if she accepts the necklace (collar), she would be completely giving herself to Him, and if that's what she wants to do He would be very pleased. She looks at the ring, thinks of the leash and frowns for a second. Then the only words she hears are that it would please Him...this Perfect Man who adores her and cares for her and wants her. She smiles and is ready to say yes ...He puts one finger to her lips and tells her to open the other one.
This time she just ripped the package opened not caring about the paper. Inside this one is what looks to her like a collar. Now she is very confused; this one has three rings and a buckle and is not as pretty as the gold one. She looks at him for some kind of explanation. He chuckles, kisses her cheek and tells her this one was mostly for play... the rings to attach ropes and chains and such. She giggles at the thought of play and this collar.
She stands up quickly and puts it on...playing with the rings winking at Him, giggling. He suddenly rises from the chair, hooks His finger through the ring in the front and pulls on it hard lifting her to her tiptoes and looking right into her eyes. He says "this" tugging on collar "is to remind you that I own this…" putting His hand between her legs and slipping a finger deep inside almost lifting her from the floor. He stares into her eyes and holds her like this till He can see she understands, which didn't take long because she wanted this.
Now…time to answer questions He told her and sat her down in the chair.
"First question is ...do you understand what I'm asking of you?"
She nodded.
He said" NO" in a loud voice that startled her "you will speak and answer the questions completely...tell me what I am asking of you."
She started to get nervous she wasn't really sure but she knew she wanted to say yes. She said quietly "You want to own me".
He asked if she understood what that meant and she said," I'm not quite sure but I want this".
He frowned angrily and asked her how she could want something without knowing what it was and then began to explain to her what being owned by Him meant. Most of it was stuff she was already doing, the greeting ritual and other familiar things that He had been training her to do. He told her that she would be required to wear the collar at all times in His presence...and whenever else she was able to when He wasn't around. The pretty one was for when they would go places together...the ring would let people who understood this know she was His slave and sometimes the leash would be attached. At first she didn't know how to take the word slave... it sounded like a bad thing but felt like a good thing.
Seeing she was upset by that He told her, "Slave to me means My Pet, My Princess, My Lover and My Friend." Then he said, "It also means you are My hole, My slut, My toy and you will be used as a toy by anyone else that I wish you to be a toy for anytime you are told to without question. I will control everything you do. What you wear, what you eat, who you speak to. You will not be allowed to speak unless I tell you to, you will be on your knees wet, and ready for Master always...and oh yes you will call me Master ALWAYS."
She was frightened, confused, aroused and upset all at once….she felt like her mind was on a rollercoaster, her head was spinning. She lowered her eyes and quietly told Him "I do understand." and He suddenly became softer. He lifted her chin and looked deep into her eyes. His voice changed to almost a whisper as He asked the next question.
"Do you willing give yourself to me completely...mind body and spirit?"
"Yes Master"
"Do you do it with complete honesty and trust?"
"Yes Master"
...she felt like she was melting into Him, becoming a part of Him with every word He spoke.
His last question was "Is my will your will?"
She immediately fell to her knees and lowered her eyes.....she was overwhelmed with the feeling of this being what she had been searching for ,that this is what makes her complete...this is perfection.
She whispered barely able to speak "Masters will is my will, I will obey Him, and fulfill all of His needs because I adore Him. I give myself to him totally and freely" She does not know where these words she spoke came from...someplace deep inside her, and she is surprised by them.
He kisses the top of her head and tells her He will cherish this beautiful gift she had just given Him. He tells her to stand and she does. He holds her close to Him and she is completely at peace, feeling perfect and like everything in her life has just been put right. He takes her hand and leads her to their bed where they spent the rest of the night exploring and enjoying all there is to enjoy about each other. She falls asleep with His arms wrapped tight around her and as she drifts off she could think of nothing but this new bond, that kept her safe, made her comfortable and felt perfect.
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The Next Day
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The next morning she woke up alone and was surprised, it was His day off and He always spent it with her. She went to the kitchen and found a note….it said "We are having company tonight, I will be back soon to prepare you".
That seemed strange to her but she forgot about the note and went about her tasks for the day. After she was done, she lay in the bed thinking about the night before and how happy He was with the choice she made. By the time He returned she was drifting off to sleep.
He tossed some packages on the bed hurriedly and told her they needed to talk for a bit. The company that was to be there that night was coming to see her, this she didn't understand but she nodded and listened to what He was telling her. He told her that He needed to prepare her to be displayed, and while He was doing that, He would explain what was to happen later that night. All of this made her nervous; she didn't understand what He was trying to tell her and she wanted to explain to Him that she didn't, but knew better.
He started taking stuff out of the bag…pretty bath stuff that she liked lotion…shampoo and so on. Then there were things that she didn't like…enema, douche, rope, weird scissors, and tape. She looked at all these things on the bed and was now very confused but very excited. He took her to the bathroom and told her the enema was a must and would be used a lot in the future. He explained to her that this would become part of her routine, she would be responsible for being clean at all times for Him. He would administer it this time and she would be left privately, but in the future, there would be other things involved in this cleansing ritual. She wondered what the other things were but quickly forgot when He told her to bend.
He carefully inserted it and she felt the liquid enter her…it was cold and uncomfortable, and she was embarrassed and wanted to cry…He talked to her and soothed her. Just as He finished he told her she was to hold it, as long as she could and to tell Him when she couldn't anymore. She felt sick and cramped and told Him she couldn't do this.
He chuckled, held her chin in His hand, looked at her grinned and told her in a harsh voice, "You will do this and you can do this because it pleases ME."
She was doubling over but trying to be brave. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and frantically she told Him it hurt and was making her sick and she couldn't hold it another second. He winked at her, chuckled and said "Good Girl" and left her alone for as long as was necessary.
She was still very embarrassed when He entered the bathroom again, but he seemed very far away, agitated, deep in thought...He prepared a bath and told her coldly to get in the tub; she did as she was told even though it was a little to hot. He left her by herself for a long time. She felt nervous and confused, feeling as if she had upset Him in some way. He returned a good while later with a big smile on his face and she melted. He knelt at the side of the tub and pampered her as He told her about the people coming to see her tonight, they were friends and were happy for the good news He told them and were coming to view her.
He could have told her anything…all she cared about was how wonderful His touch was and how He put so much care into what He was doing. She was thinking if this is what its like to be owned she was going to like this. When the bath was finished, He covered her body with the nicest smelling lotion and massaged it into her skin so carefully and thoroughly, touching her gently then suddenly roughly. Running His hands over her body and looking at every inch of her. He playfully swatted her bottom, then told her to go to the bedroom kneel on the bed and wait for him.
She did as she was told and suddenly felt the panic, not really knowing what was happening but half-understanding this was part of her becoming His. He walked in the room and put her collar on; she wanted the pretty one, but that was not the one He placed around her neck. He dressed her in a black bustier; nothing else…took out the rope and slipped it through the rings on the collar. Her heart was racing; she felt dizzy from the anticipation. He tied rope around her upper thighs then tied it under the bed; she guessed to the legs of the bed. The rope he slipped through the rings was tied to the headboard; it held her head high and made the collar feel very tight. He pulled her arms back behind her and tied them with her hands facing up…in a position that wasn't painful but was uncomfortable, and slipped the rope through the back of the collar.
She was trembling all over and she didn't know if it was from the fear or the excitement. He tightened the ropes on her thighs so that her legs were spread wide and she couldn't close them. It was very clear to her now what He meant when He said they were coming to view her. She was frightened, but she trusted Him not to hurt her in a bad way so when He stood back to see how she looked she fought back the tears and smiled at Him. He winked at her, told her she was beautiful and started walking to the door. As He passed her, He slapped her bottom hard and told her He would be back soon.
She felt like she was there a long time before He came back; she was starting to feel uncomfortable, couldn't find a way to shift her weight and was starting to fidget. He came back in to put makeup on her, this made her giggle but she could see herself in the mirror and He did a real good job. As He was applying lipstick to her lips, He told her people would be there any minute. He told her she was to relax. He showed her the tape and told her she was to be silent or her mouth would be taped, then the funny scissors and told her if she couldn't do this these would be right on the nightstand and He would cut the rope right away…but only if she really needed Him to.
She really didn't feel afraid...nervous and excited to see what was going to happen but not afraid and she told Him this. He chuckled, kissed her cheek and told her what a good girl she was and how proud He was of her…..then left the room and closed the door. She felt happy that she was pleasing Him but didn't like the waiting …her arms were cramping and she had no choice but to be still….so she stayed there very still and let her mind wander off thinking about how happy she was going to be as this relationship grew.
She heard the people in the other room talking and laughing; she recognized a few voices but not many. Now she was getting nervous, she wanted untied and to be with Master, close to Him and safe. Trying to control all she was feeling made her body tremble. The door opened and the lights were turned on and it startled her. Master walked in and across the room to where she could see Him. He motioned for her to lower her eyes and she did. Her heart was racing as she heard other people in the room...talking to Master about HER! She was very upset and really very scared now…but that excitement was still there, she could feel it in the heat that was growing between her legs…this is where she focused herself, on the good feeling.
They began to touch her and at first, she tried to pull away. Master said very softly one word "Pet" and she stopped. She kept her eyes lowered and didn't move. They had lowered the top of the bustier and were pinching her nipples and slapping her inner thighs. Then they began inserting fingers roughly into parts of her body that she didn't want them to touch... to her these belonged to Master. They commented on her wetness…tightness, on how she didn't respond negatively to them. As she felt hands all over her she felt the tears come…she sobbed uncontrollably. That made one of the men laugh and he smacked her bottom hard then pinched it. He asked Master if he could try her out; said she looked like she would be fun. She gasped and looked right into Masters Eyes. He looked at her as He spoke to the man and said, "No that belongs to me, and I don't feel like sharing it tonight." Still looking into her eyes, He told her what a good girl she was. She smiled big and knew that this was where she wanted to be, right here with Him looking into each other's souls forever.
People started moving back towards the other room. He untied her and rubbed her wrists and arms, whispered in her ear how well she behaved. He removed the bustier and told her she may kneel at his feet in the other room until the company left. She was thrilled by this …all she wanted was to be close to him where she knew she was safe. For the rest of the evening; she knelt in perfect position at Masters feet. She didn't fidget, she didn't raise her eyes or say a word. She was in a perfect place, her heart full her soul feeling complete… and she knew she was making Master proud.
After everyone was gone, He told her to get in the tub, which she did right away, because she noticed a difference in His tone and was afraid she had done something wrong. He turned the shower on, handed her the douche and looked at her as if He was disgusted and told her to clean herself. When she was done with that, He washed her roughly, mumbling about how He so hated people to touch what He owned. She was so frightened by the way He acted. She thought He had wanted all that happened tonight.
He left her alone to dry herself off and she broke down, she sat in the corner of the bathroom wondering what she did wrong and remembering how ashamed she felt while she was being touched …feeling like she was not good at this and didn't want to do it any more. He heard her crying and came and held her in His arms, telling her she was just perfect tonight and He was so pleased that she was able to get through that like she did. She couldn't think any more; what was good was bad and what was bad was good and nothing made any sense. He shook her and said he knew she was much stronger then this and she was to stop the nonsense right now.
He commanded her to go to the bedroom and he followed her, he bent her over the bed and spanked her harder then he ever had before…then checked to see if she was wet for Master. He laughed because it was pouring down her legs and He loved her responding that way. He slapped her swollen wet pussy hard over and over as she gasped and writhed with pleasure. He turned her , grabbed her nipples, pulled them, twisted them, and pinched them mercilessly as he looked into her eyes, knowing from her look she was begging for more. He grabbed her hair and turned her around, spread her legs wide and asked her if she thought she deserved the pleasure she was begging for…she said "yes" because of what she had just done for Him.
He spread them wider, pulled her head back by her hair and looked into her eyes; he entered her ass unlubed. As he forced himself into her hot defenseless unlubed hole, He growled, "You are my possession, what you deserve is what I say you deserve". She was so aroused by the words and the night and all that He was doing to her. The pleasure of the pain she was feeling took her over. She could not speak but to beg Him to let her cum.
He pushed her down to her knees and slipped himself into her mouth and told her if she wanted to cum she would have to pleasure herself as she drank his cum…and without question she took Him into her mouth and did as she was told. She felt His hot cum filling her mouth and she exploded in complete ecstasy. She was amazed at how strong the release was…how it seemed to take over her whole body and mind…and how nothing about that night mattered but this perfect pleasure she was experiencing at that moment. She felt perfect in this place in her mind the Master had somehow opened the door to for her, and she wanted to be there forever.
He picked her up and kissed her lips, He told her that He was a lucky man to have such a willing slave and He would always cherish her. He held her close to him for a long time then He slapped her bottom, winked and told her "Get into the bed… You had a busy night." He massaged her back and her legs and arms, talking to her about all the adventures He had planned for her in the future and how He knew there would never be a task given to her that she couldn't complete for Him.
He lay down next to her and told her she was to sleep now, and she should dream about how much pleasure being his nasty little cunt was going to bring her.
As she falls to sleep all she can think of is when her next chance to show her devotion to her perfect Master will be.
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over the highways where the traffic was the only sound
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Posted:Jun 4, 2006 5:15 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 2:13 am
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It was an autumn Saturday morning. There was a slight chill in the air and the four men were eager to get going. They had congregated at their hunting cabin and were sipping on cups of steamy coffee they had bought on their way here.
They’ve been coming here for years. During the week they each had different jobs or careers, but the one thing these gentlemen had in common was the love of hunting. They discovered this abandoned building years ago and fixed it up so it was a place they could relax and just be themselves with no outside interference.
They were sitting around this old wooden table cracking jokes and making merry conversation when one of them looked toward one of the outside windows. “What the hell!” He blurted as he jumped up from his wooden seat. The tall blonde haired man walked to the front door, slung it open and headed out.
About a minute later he returned, holding a short dark haired young lady by the hair. She looked to be in her early twenties and she yelped from the shooting pain in her scalp. “Let me go!” She hollered.
“What’ve ya got there Bill?” one of the other hunters inquired with raised eyebrows.
“Saw this skank lookin’ in the window!” Bill answered.
“Peeping in our window?” Another one said with a guffaw.
“Well I’ve heard of peeping toms...but now we’ve got...a peeping pussy!” Another one interjected with a wry grin.
They all shared an uproarious laugh.
Bill forced the wild‒eyed young woman inside and ordered her on her knees. “No!” She protested as she tried to swing a round house slap toward him. Quickly, the man caught her wrist.
“Someone needs to teach you some manners little lady!” He uttered succinctly.
“I think so too!” another one spoke up.
“I think she needs a spankin’,” another one suggested.
Bill looked at her and she knew what he was thinking. “No!” She protested further and tried to bolt for the door. Two others quickly blocked her path.
“Where do ya think yer goin’?” A short barrel chested man with a scraggly beard asked rhetorically as he also grabbed her by her brown locks and forced her to her knees. The four men surrounded the now kneeling woman who was dressed in a light blue pull over sweat shirt and jeans. They blocked any escape route that was on her mind.
“Now as I said,” Bill reminded her. “You need a spankin’!”
“And you’re gonna get one,” a tall dark haired man, who they called Robbie, commented.
“Please don’t hurt me...I didn’t mean any harm!” she pleaded.
“Peeping in windows is a sneaky, lowlife thing to do!” Tom added.
“Yeah, you fucking cunt! Were you hoping to see something?” Charlie, the barrel chested one added.
“She was probably hoping to see a dick!” Bill snarled.
That’s when Bill fetched one of the wooden chairs around the table and brought it out to the center the room where their nervous captive knelt. He sat, reached out with a meaty fist and once again grabbed her by her long hair. “Ow!” She cried out as he dragged her across the floor and forced her to lie across his lap.
“Get her jeans down!” Charlie encouraged as he helped Bill strip her. “No!” She hollered as she felt the denim material being yanked down over her hips. She tried to kick her legs but her red thong panties came into view, which drew some whistles from the men. The jeans were then yanked off her legs and thrown in the corner. They all admired the sight of their little captive in her sexy panties, but this spanking was going to be given on the bare. Tom did the honors of ripping them off, leaving her completely bare from the waste down.
Her bitter complaints all went for naught as Bill clamped her legs down. His big hand nearly covered both of her cheeks as he laid it across her soft flesh.
“Damn this is getting me hard!” Charlie announced.
“We might have to forget about hunting deer today. We’ve got our own catch of the day right here,” Tom said with a wicked smile.
Then Bill raised his arm. She tensed her buttocks. Down came his large hand with a loud smack right in the middle of her raised bottom. She howled for him to let her up, but he continued. Up, down, left cheek, right cheek he spanked her until his own hand had turned crimson. He didn’t keep count but she was wailing like a banshee.
Then he stopped. She relaxed thinking her spanking was over and they would just let her go. Yet, that wasn’t the case. She was ordered once again to her knees. Bill rose from the chair, but Tom sat down and looked down at her. He as well grabbed her by the hair and forced her over his lap.
“Bad Pussy!...” He lectured her. Then he resumed her spanking. She hollered and blubbered for him to stop, but like Bill he only stopped when his own hand turned beet red.
Then it was Charlie who took over. She squirmed and shrieked as he brought his meaty hand down repeatedly. She had completely lost count of how many spanks she’d received so far, but her butt cheeks felt like they were on fire.
Then it was Robbie’s turn. Surely he’d go easy on her since her bottom was already burning. She was wrong. The muscular dark haired man spanked her just as hard as the other three. By the time he was done, her tears were dripping on the floor.
Finally they stopped spanking her. She laid on the floor weeping and thinking her ordeal was over. These men, however, were not through with her. She’d peeped into the wrong cabin this day.
“Get up!” She heard Bill order. Afraid he’d grab her hair again, she weekly rose to her knees. “Stand up, ‘Pussy’....That is your name you know,” he needled.
“Yeah, Pussy, get your red ass up!” Tom commanded.
When the half naked young lady with the now red bottom finally wobbled to her feet, Bill looked at her. “Strip Pussy!” He commanded. When she didn’t move fast enough, Bill drew the leather belt out of his pants and whacked her sharply across her searing ass. “I said strip!”
She shrieked and jumped, then quickly drew the sweat shirt over her head, revealing a matching red bra.
“Let’s see those tits!” Charlie urged.
“You were looking in the window probably thinking you’d see our dicks,” Robbie suggested.
“Yeah, how let’s have a look at you naked. Get that bra off!” Bill ordered as he once again drew back his belt. She reached back and unhooked the lacy material in record time, letting it drop to the wooden floor.
“Hey, not bad!” Tom commented.
“Yeah, a healthy set of tits she’s got there,” Charlie noted as the dark haired young lady’s breasts stuck out like oranges on her chest. Her nipples were as hard as bullets.
“We can have some fun with those nipples,” Tom commented wryly.
“Turn around Pussy so we get a good look at all of you and spread those legs,” Bill demanded.
“Nice furry pussy,” Robbie added. “Come closer....I want a feel.”
She came nearer but she put her hands in front of her twat.
“Hey, I think she needs some help keeping her hands out of the way,” Tom observed. The tall brown haired man got a long piece of rope and tossed one end over a rafter in the ceiling and brought it down. He made a noose out of both ends of the dangling cord and then looked at the naked young woman.
Robbie grabbed her by an upper arm and forced her to walk the short distance where Tom held the noose. Her arms were forced over her head and into the noose where it was tightened. Her feet were barely touching the floor as her arms were straight out over her head. This position also made her tits stick out.
“Keep those legs spread Pussy!” Charlie ordered as he tickled her between the legs.
“Now, we can examine her without any interference,” Robbie added with a smile.
That’s exactly what the four men did. They ran their hands all over her dangling body. Her tits, ass, thighs and pussy was fingered and probed. They each stuck their fingers in her snatch, getting it wet and tasting the juices.
“Mmmmm, Pussy tastes good,” Bill said as he smacked his lips. They all had a taste.
Then Tom spoke. “But Pussy needs some more punishment for peeping...”
“No question!,” Charlie agreed emphatically. It was unanimous.
Bill picked up his belt and she pleaded for him not to use it. Her words went unheeded as he took his position behind her suspended form. Holding the brown leather by it’s buckle, he swung his arm back and brought it forward. She arched her back as the thick piece bit into her flesh. Her piercing wail knifed through the air. A red splotch appeared on the spot where it made contact.
“Yeah Bill!” Robbie egged him on.
For an answer Bill brought the leather back again and once more slashed the middle of her back slightly lower than the first one. Once more, her back arched, a splotch appeared and her lips opened letting out another piercing shriek.
“Scream as loud as you want Pussy. We are way out in the middle of nowhere,” Tom mocked.
The whipping continued as the menacing strap marched it’s way down her back, over her already reddened rear and down to her supple thighs. She shrieked and yanked on her bonds as sweat poured down her body.
Then Bill walked around to her front. “NO!” She pleaded once again. However, her protests landed on deaf ears.
“Bet it’ll be a cold day in hell when you decide to peep in someone’s window again, won’t it Pussy!” Robbie said coldly as he reached out and pinched a nipple, which drew another shriek. Then liking the sound of that, he reached out and pinched both nipples really hard. The raucous scream was music to their ears.
Once again Bill held the belt by the buckle and swung it forward, swiping it right across her right breast. She howled so loud, but it didn’t phase the men at all. Another swipe across her left tit produced the identical howl. Then the supple leather marched it’s way down her tummy, leaving red splotches in it’s wake, which matched the same splotches on her back, ass and thighs.
Bill ordered her to keep those legs spread. Her obedience was rewarded when he smacked the belt on the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Tears streamed down her face and she mouthed that she was sorry.
“I think she’s almost had enough,” Tom said softly.
“I agree,” Bill concurred. “One more and that’ll be all.
“No more! ...Please!” She begged.
“Just one more Pussy, I promise,” Bill said in a soft tone.
Tears filled her eyes as she looked at him, pleadingly. Then he lowered the belt to the floor as he held onto the buckle. Instinctively, she knew what was coming. But there was nothing she could do when he brought the strap up and snapped it right on her wide open pussy. She jerked on her bonds and let out the loudest cry yet. The devastating pain shot through her being. Her brown hair was matted against her scalp as she sagged forward, only being held up by the strong rope that bound her wrists.
None of the men said a word as Bill put his belt back around his jeans. This scene had drained all of them. Tom and Robbie untied Pussy from her noose and they allowed her to lie on the wooden floor as she cried.
They allowed her a respite. That was fine with them. They had all day.
An hour later, however, Bill once again walked to where Pussy was laying. “Get your ass up!”
Immediately, she rose from the floor and began to stand. “Stay on your knees!” She instantly obeyed looking somber at him.
“Don’t worry Pussy, we’re not going to whip you anymore.”
“Thank you sir,” she said with a grateful smile.
“But we’re not quite done with you either.” She looked up at the blonde haired man, puzzled. “You were peeping in our window hoping you’d see a dick. Well we’re gonna show you all our dicks...up close and personal.”
All the his mates agreed.
Then Bill looked over at Tom. “Want your cock sucked buddy?”
The tall brown haired man didn’t have to be invited twice. He immediately took his jeans and underwear down and sat in a chair. After tying Pussy’s wrists behind her back, Bill grabbed her by the hair once again, which caused another painful shriek, and forced her to walk on her knees over to Tom’s waiting bare cock. Once she was close enough, Bill let go of her hair only to let Tom get a handful so he could force her face toward his raging manhood.
“Come here Pussy, lick the head of my cock!” He ordered as he spread his legs for her. She had no choice but to obey. Tom closed his eyes from the exquisite pleasure. “That’s it, now lick down the shaft!” He controlled her by her hair. “Ahh, that’s it...now lick my balls Pussy!”
Her mouth was forced onto his bloated testicles. “Suck my balls in your mouth Pussy!” He threw his head back in unabated pleasure as she filled her mouth with both of his sensitive globes.
“Don’t you bite him!” Bill warned. “Or we’ll redden your twat with another whipping!”
She heard those threatening words and made sure her teeth didn’t touch his balls.
“Okay Pussy, lick your way back up the shaft!” Tom commanded with a gasp as she let his balls out of her mouth. When she reached the tip, he pushed her mouth downward, forcing his six inch cock into her mouth. “Open up Pussy...take it all in your mouth!” Slowly but surely she enclosed her lips around the bulbous head and sucked. Inch by inch she managed to take it completely in her mouth.
Tom was in heaven. He held onto her hair and began ramming his hard cock in and out of her mouth. He could feel the juices rumbling in his balls and he knew it was only a matter of seconds before he would explode. He fucked her mouth repeatedly, then suddenly stiffened. He let out an animalistic yell as his cum filled Pussy’s mouth. He continued to fuck her mouth as he emptied every drop into her receptacle.
“Swallow every drop of that cum, Pussy!” Bill warned
Finally, Tom was satisfied and he pushed her away, like he was discarding a mangy cat. Then Robbie spoke up. “Come here Pussy!” He said as he grabbed her by the hair and forced her to walk on her knees over to another chair. Robbie unzipped his jeans and pushed them along with his briefs to his ankles and sat. The strong man forced the overpowered young woman’s mouth to his cock. She knew what to do. She licked the head, then licked down his shaft to his balls.
Then it was Robbie’s turn to get both of his balls in her mouth. Then back up the shaft...he was in ecstacy. She took his cock which was longer than Tom’s deep into her mouth. He threw his head back, held her by her hair and fucked her mouth. It didn’t take long for him to squirt his whole load into her wide mouth. She swallowed every drop.
Next it was Charlie’s turn...same scenario. He forced her to lick his head, then lick down his shaft, suck both balls in her mouth, then lick back up so she could take his thick cock in her mouth. She had to open her mouth wider to get Charlie’s cock in. His was the thickest of the three. Soon he was fucking her mouth and he bellowed like a stuck pig when he came in her mouth. Once again she swallowed it all.
Three cocks down, one to go.
She was once again dragged by her hair over to where Bill sat and her mouth was forced onto his cock. She gave him the same treatment, but there was one thing. Bill’s cock was at least ten inches long. Surely she would choke on that thing. She started licking the head, just like the others, then down the long shaft. Bill forced his balls into her mouth and she sucked, sending him into the universe. Then the trip back up his shaft. This was the moment she dreaded. Her lips surrounded the smooth head, then slowly she began taking it all in, inch by inch. He deep throated her, but to everyone’s surprise she took it all. Then he, like the others began fucking her mouth, while he controlled her by her long hair.
He came in buckets. Once he was satisfied, he pushed her away with his foot.
A while later, the four men were sitting around the round wooden table. “Think we should let Pussy go now?” Bill suggested as he looked down at the still naked woman who was now tied up on the floor.
“Yeah, I’ve had enough of her for one day,” Robbie assented.
“Me too,” Charlie agreed.
“Me three,” Tom said with a wry smile.
That’s when Bill walked over to her and untied her. He told her to get on all fours. When she did, he led her over to the door by the leash they had put around her neck. He opened the door, unhooked the leash and booted her in the ass. “Go home Pussy!” She scooted quickly out the door and all the men laughed out loud from that sight.
A few minutes later, the young woman reentered the house with a wide grin. “You guys were great!”
All of the men stood up. “Gail, was that your fantasy?” Bill said as he put his arms around his submissive.
“Yes...it was fantastic!” Gail exclaimed. “I knew when Bill mentioned all of you at the Lodge a week ago that you were just the guys I was looking for.”
She proceeded to go around to each of the hunters and gave them all big hugs. “Thank you so much...I’ve wanted to do that fantasy for years!”
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Posted:Jun 4, 2006 5:14 pm
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In the darkness a circle of burning candles flickered and danced in the chilly breeze, throwing sinister shadows about the lonely wind swept hilltop. In the distance a throbbing drumbeat can be heard.
Carrie stood still. Blindfolded, her nude body, that was covered in a long red cloak made of velvet which was tightly tied with cords around her middle, lurched forward as the tempo of the drum kept increasing.
Soon, words of mystic and ancient power swelled up from the darkness as her beating heart kept pace with the drum...her apprehension grew as the voice continued.
Suddenly she felt the cords loosened and they slithered from around her cloaked body like a pair of snakes until she felt them no more.
As she stood there unseeing, she felt fingers pluck the cloak from her quivering body, exposing her pale, nude form to all. The chill of the night invaded her shaking form and her nipples stiffened.
She felt a leather cuff go around one wrist, then the other and her arms being raised and secured over her head. Then she felt the same sensation around her ankles and her legs were forced wide. The drumbeat continued.
Slowly she felt hands sliding over her...touching her...exploring her as they probed and explored her breasts and womanhood. She felt fingers slide between her pussy lips and anus. Her cunt and asshole were repeatedly fingerfucked. The electric sensation sent wave after wave of pleasure shooting through her being, when she heard movement behind her. The probing fingers were then removed and suddenly there was total silence.
What was happening she wondered?
That silence was broken only by a whoosh. The cat sliced across her ass startling her as much as it stung. She tried to steel herself for the anticipation of the next stripe but it landed so forcefully that a shriek was mindlessly emitted from her lips. On and on the flagellator worked his craft. Not an inch of her back or buttocks was spared as her screams grew louder. By the time he’d finished she hung limply by her wrists.
Then she felt hands unlock her ankles and wrists. She was laid on the cool grass and she felt the blindfold removed. He knelt between her splayed legs and she protested not. He entered her easily and drove his stiff, throbbing shaft into her. She blocked the onlookers from her mind as the leader filled her harder and deeper. Her primal urges soared to new heights as she arched her back while he kept thrusting forward. Finally, he exploded deep inside of her while her loud pleasurable shriek cut through the night air.
As she laid there in utter contentment, the leader smiled down at her. The others, men as well as women, formed a tight circle around her and smiled as well.
“Welcome to the club.” He said as they all cheered.
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who is the one to blame
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Posted:Jun 2, 2006 5:30 am
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 2:13 am
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Entering the restaurant I place my hand protectively against the small of your back. With an intimate pressure I lead you to our seats and position you close to my side. Playfully we begin chatting. We are in a secluded dark corner near the back of the room. The time we have is short but we take our time ordering. With a charming smile I incline my head towards you capturing your soft mouth with a gentle kiss. I cannot restrain myself from allowing your lower lip to slip past mine for a brief moment. Pulling myself back I lock my eyes with yours reading the barely hidden desire beginning to burn in them and knowing it is mirrored in my own. The low sound of the waitress clearing her throat catches our attention and she takes our order with a soft yet knowing smile. I turn our attention to a lighter conversation. Anyone watching would notice nothing out of the ordinary. The gentle slant of your eyes captivates me as I slowly caress your leg under the table. Starting from your knee, my delicate touch travels up the inside of your thigh and back again with deliberate and teasing gentleness. I feel your pulse quicken beneath my fingertips and I smile, knowing you are thinking about what is to come later in the evening.
The heat from your body grows stronger as I continue my slight indiscretions by tailing my fingers higher up your thigh to barely brush against the crease of your hip. The ample tablecloth keeps my actions from being viewed by others but you can barely control the flush beginning to fill your cheeks while the intensity of our gaze strengthens. Your full lips curve into a slight smile as I pull one leg closer to mine...giving my hand more access to you. You offer no resistance as I continue to press against you, letting my fingers find you through the thin fabric. The slight moan that escapes from your parted lips goes unnoticed in the fairly busy restaurant as I apply more pressure to you. My excitement, rising at your response, fills me with bravado urging me foreword to the small zipper at the top of your pants. You cast a nervous glance around the room, aroused yet cautious about our surroundings, but still you offer no resistance as I pull down the metal tab with maddening slowness. My fingers find their way between the parted fabric to your soft skin causing your breath to catch and a small bead of perspiration to begin a sensual decent down your temple. Your warm flesh quivers under my deliciously teasing touch. Casually winding my free arm around your shoulders to lay on the back of your seat, I rasp my nails from behind your earlobe down your neck.
You have not forgotten my other hand, which is now easing itself between your warm, moist velvety folds. The honey of your desire quickly coats my fingers sending chills up my spin from the heat of your core as I expertly run my thoroughly coated thumb across the focus of your thoughts. A throaty groan tumbles up from my chest as I watch you struggle to maintain your composure but the subtle movement of your hips as you eagerly press yourself against my hand does not go unnoticed. You are doing so well in your attempt to maintain your half of our continuing conversation and I cannot resist a light pinch to your delicately exposed skin. When I see your eyelids begin to flutter shut I lean close to you, running my tongue along the edge of your ear as I quietly growl to you.
“Look at me, pet.”
Oh gods! How will I keep from taking you right here and now? You open your eyes, blinking rapidly and sipping at your water. As I pull my head away from your ear I can not resist the temptation to allow my lips one taste of your neck, just one though. Your already rapid pulse quickens into a near wild frenzy. In desperation you reach for my lap, wanting…needing to touch me. With a low rumbling chuckle I shake my head no.
“This is your moment, little one.”
The flush running down your shapely neck deepens and for a moment I consider taking you as far as the parking lot outside before releasing the passions building rapidly in myself. I am enjoying this too much to allow it to end that soon however. I can feel your body tense, the soft skin of your belly trembling and tightening, your thighs beginning to press together, your legs trying to stretch out beneath the table. I take a great amount of pleasure at the groan of near pleading that escapes you before you realize what you have done. I don’t want you to peak so soon, that I will save for later when I am able to savor you much better, and I begin to bring you slowly down. The waitress brings our dinner out without a word, only a soft smile and a slight nod before she turns to leave. As she is walking away I look over at you and notice your hands griping the table’s edge so tight your knuckles are white. Your eyes have a hazy glassy look that immediately grips my stomach in a wrenching bout of pure desire for you. I content myself knowing that later I will satisfy my cravings at my own leisure and enjoy every whimpering plea that falls from your lips. Discretely I bring my hand from under the table and use my napkin to wipe my mouth, you are the only one who notices that as I bring the cloth to my face two fingers press between my lips. My thoughts for a moment are filled with nothing more then delving between your parted thighs, but the chicken is getting cold. Taking a large sip of my water I settle in to a nice supper with you. Occasionally my hand strays beneath the tablecloth, and on two more occasions I notice the perspiration bead up on your upper lip as your hands claw as discretely as they can at the table’s edge.
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i didnt die
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Posted:Jun 2, 2006 5:29 am
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 2:13 am
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You are not supposed to be home for another day so I decide to make an early night of it. Lying alone in the dark bedroom, the ceiling fan blowing softly as my eyelids close, I nearly jump out of my skin as the phone rings. I answer the phone and I don’t know what makes my heart beat faster, the scare of the ring or the sound of your voice on the other end of the line.
“I’m sorry to have woken you, pet. I wanted to tell you goodnight and how much I love you.” You always melt my heart with those three little words. I doubt I will ever get tired of hearing them from you.
You ask me about my day and I lie back down and begin a lazy monolog of the day’s events. A sudden noise catches my attention and I ask you to hold on as I get up cautiously walking to the bedroom door. As I reach for the door my breath is knocked from me when I see the doorknob turn. The door flies open and I am barely able to stifle the scream that rises before I recognize you in the doorway grinning at me as you hold your cell phone to your ear. With a squeal of delight I throw my arms around you and maul you where you stand. The gentle rumble in your chest soothes away all the loneliness I have felt these past few days.
I am about to ask you why you are here so early but you reach out and place a finger to my lips silencing me. I stand there watching you hang up both phones with a silent joy. Turning to me your face shines with your pleasure in me and I feel my chest hitch as it dawns on me all over again how deeply I love you. Your eyes never leave mine as you quickly shed your clothing then reach over to softly push the straps of the nightgown from my shoulders. I hear your gasp as the gown falls in a pool of material at my feet and feel the blush that forms each time you openly express your delight in my body. I again start to tell you how much I have missed you and am quickly silenced by your finger gently tracing the curves of my lips. You wrap me in your strong arms and pull me closer to you. We stand saying nothing, just embracing for moments that feel like a heavenly eternity. You tilt us sideways and we both chuckle as we fall onto our sides into the bed.
The chuckling stops as you dip your head down to kiss me. Your hands begin caressing my skin and I feel you gently bump my chin with your finger when my eyes close. I open my eyes to look up at you and immediately your eyes hold me captive. My breath flutters deep inside my chest as I feel the heat radiating from your skin beneath the gentle caresses of my fingertips. Your arm curled behind my neck cradles my head with a sweet delicateness. Your body pressing fully against mine responds even though I see the look of restraint in your eyes. The nails from one hand rasp lightly across your back while my other hand glides up the back of your neck delving into your hair to pull your mouth closer to mine. My lips capture yours. Sucking your lower lip gently, I feel it slide between mine, my tongue playing with teasing strokes across the soft skin. I feel your body shift; your hardness brushes my hip forcing an almost imperceptible moan from me. I feel more then hear the reply from you rise from your throat as you dip your head to capture a hardened nipple straining for your touch. My hand clenches, sharply pulling at your hair while I draw a hiss between my teeth. I feel your hand travel the length of my body before stopping short of my thigh. I can feel the light teasing strokes as slowly you edge closer to my hip, chuckling softly as you feel me try to turn towards your hand. Your teeth capture my nipple swiftly and harshly! I arch my back in surprise. My growling moans begin to raise in pitch to sweet whimpers as you torture my nipple mercilessly. I cannot keep my hand from scratching harder up your back, forcing myself to pull back as I feel my nails begin to dig painfully into your shoulders. You shift your arm so your other hand can reach across my shoulder to grasp my free nipple twisting with an almost sadistic delight. As I arch my body higher, crying out in pleasure and pulling at your hair, your forgotten hand quickly plunges deep between my folds. The shock of the unexpected pleasure raises me higher; I feel your body press further against me to keep me from rising to my shoulders and feet. The twinkling delight in your eyes as my body writhes beneath the manipulations of your hands heightens my desire. Your lips travel from my nipple across my chest and shoulder up my neck close to my ear. I hear your voice low and deep whisper to me, urge me on nearly begging for me to give you more.
Riding the waves of pleasure I enter into my space. The arena where you are the god of all I am and it is your commanding voice that shapes the world around me. My hands roam frantically across your body to claw and grasp at you with desperation. I am your instrument, playing the tune you are orchestrating for you and you alone. My head presses against your shoulder, the movements of your body against mine bringing me higher and higher, I take your shoulder in my teeth, biting a bit and growling. I feel your grasp on my nipple tighten, your other hand molding my flesh between your fingers and your teeth gripping my ear as your rasping voice commands my response to peak for you. My mouth returning to yours, I kiss and bite your lips, alternating with exploring and thrusting into you with my tongue, then clamping hard on your lower lip, I growl more loudly and steadily
“ . . .What an awesome little bitch you are for me, my love . . .my pet . . .I love it when you are wanting nothing but to be my slut . . .to be taken and used.” You whisper…”Show me, show me NOW!”
I feel the heat from my rush scalding me, sending me into the spiraling decent of my release. Only for you.
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i could see pictures of you floating all around
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Posted:Jun 2, 2006 5:28 am
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Lord Draco opened his eyes. On an adjacent pillow rested a black rose and a peppermint-scented piece of vellum. Sitting up, he opened the note.
"D, a memento from last night. C–"
Rolling onto his stomach, Draco studied the flower’s stem. Here and there thorns were missing. Closing his eyes, he remembered her fury. Without thinking his left hand slapped at his ass, the splinters within re-igniting. His cock engorged, he thrust into the down-filled mattress, at length using the stem as a riding crop.
Off to bathe, Draco abandoned the sheets, the fabric baptized in cerise and alabaster.
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why my eyes are looking at the ground
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Posted:Jun 2, 2006 5:28 am
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Bound to a Katherine Wheel, Nina spun round and round. To her left stood a Sanguine Knight, in his hands a pair of feathers. To her right stood a Scarlet Maiden, in her hands a pair of blades. And in the middle stood Crimson Succubus, her hands empty.
When the wheel stopped and Nina’s feet faced the Sanguine Knight, he tickled the arches.
"In honor of the pagan philosophers," whispered Succubus.
When her feet faced the Scarlet Woman, she drew blood.
"In honor of Maximus."
And when her feet faced Succubus, she licked the tiny wounds.
"To spite the angels."
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over by hightways where traffic was the only sound
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Posted:Jun 2, 2006 5:23 am
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As I wake up in the morning, cotton mouthed and achy, I realize that the hangover I expected is much more severe than I anticipated. Groaning, I roll over, only to find your not there. Puzzled, recalling our intense and slightly frenzied lovemaking the night before, I wonder where you had gotten to.
I slide out of bed on shaky legs, see my torn and crumpled clothing on the floor, and smile. You were so upset when I got home last night, from an evening out with the girls. I listened with sadness as you told me how worried you were, cried a little when I realized how stupid it was to drive in my condition, and then we went to the bedroom. Your embrace had been passionate, the hurried removal of our clothing the cause of such disarray on my floor. I felt all had been forgotten and forgiven, but as I stumbled to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I recalled the last thing you said to me before I fell asleep. "You worried me terribly tonight. In the morning, we will discuss your punishment."
Shrugging my shoulders, I think 'cant punish me if your not here' and proceed to get ready for the day. I run the shower, and brush my long blonde hair of the tangles we created last night. Stepping in to the hot water, I begin to wash my body, touching the sore and tender nipples you love to chew and twist, lathering my slippery pussy, feeling how slick it becomes with soap. I cant stop thinking of you, and begin to finger my clit, pinching and pulling at my hard little nub as I imagine your lips there. The hot water runs over my head and back, the steam is a cloud around me, and I cum quickly moaning your name softly.
I finish my shower, and dry off with the big pink towels I have laid out, and begin the pampering process of lotion and powder, all the feminine things I love to do to be clean and sweet for you when you come to me again. As I begin to dry my hair, I think I hear the front door slam and turn off the dryer. "Hello? Honey? Is that you?" but no response. I figure its the neighbors, and turn on the dryer again.
When I am done, I am completely naked, very clean, and my hair is long and shiny. Knowing I will see you shortly, I add some perfume and makeup, Lipstick of a darker color to accentuate my full lips, and grin at myself. My hangover is about gone, and I have completely forgotten your statement the night before.
*******
You can hear me in the bathroom, singing to the radio as I get ready for the day. You have everything prepared, and are determined to make sure I do not worry you again. As the door clicks open your ready to make your move. Quickly stepping behind my naked body, you wrap your hands around my waist and arms, and press your body close behind me. Your hand you bring up, clamping over my mouth. 'Did you forget pet? You have been bad." So saying, you push lightly on my shoulders, and I drop to my knees, awaiting in fear and anticipation your discipline. I put my hands behind my back as trained, thrust out my chest and straighten to a proper posture, legs spread wide, head down, chest out. You pace behind me, quiet. "Little one, you have disappointed me. I expect you to take care of all of my property, ALL of it, and you belong to me. Last night you did a terrible thing. Tell me what you did"
"Master, I drank too much alcohol"
"and,"
"and I drove your vehicle while intoxicated, but I did it to be home with you!'
I feel a fast, hard slap to my buttocks, and rock forward before regaining my balance. You have your large leather paddle in hand, the one that hurts so much, and I know I am in for a real hard discipline. The blows continue to fall, rhythmically striking my ass, hard thrusts that make it difficult to balance on my knees.
"Do not talk back to me!. As we both understand what you did, and you cannot seem to realize the pain you put me through with your disrespect, I feel like a severe punishment is necessary. Do you realize what that entails?"
I hang my head, and feel the tears rise in my eyes. Yes, I do know what that means. I take a deep breath and answer "Yes Master, punish me as you see fit. I have risked damage to your property, and disappointed you. Please punish me Sir.'
You strike me harder, a few stinging solid spanks, then stop. "I will, darling. I will punish you severely, and you will come to understand who owns you. You will not forget again."
So saying, you tap me gently on the shoulder, my signal to get up, and I follow you to the closet. You pick out the tallest of my short ankle boots, the ones that pinch slightly and make my calves ache with the strain. You have already laid out the silky black stockings, and you pull out the long corset we use when you prefer to do more strict bondage. I slip on the stockings and shoes, and stand very still for you as you slip the corset around me, sliding the black satin and boning up my hips and thighs, bringing my arms through the armholes, and tucking my large breasts carefully into the stiff demi-cups that lift me, but leave my nipples and the majority of my breasts exposed.I raise my hands dutifully, and you begin to lace me in, tighter and tighter, adjusting the fittings until my breath comes out a short pant, and my whole figure is taller and stiffly erect. This simple act, of being bound into my corset, has a profound effect on me - I become still and pliant, awaiting your control and command. When my corset is completely fitted to me, you adjust the shoulder straps, bringing my shoulders back even further, thrusting my breasts out and over the cups, and you bring my hands again to rest at the small of my back. I hang my head, and watch you as you connect the straps of the garters to the tops of my stockings, and adjust the bottom of the corset so it frames my ass and leaves my cleanly shaven pussy exposed to you. You lead me, tottering a little in my high boots, to the top of the stairs and slowly guide me down to your dungeon. Your domain, where you are My lord and Master and I am completely your slave, in mind body and soul. I remember all the times you have claimed me, all the times you have heard me speak my submission to you - how many times I have proclaimed I am your possession, and begin to realize what I did - how badly I betrayed my commitment to you, by risking such damage to your property - to myself.
Inside your dungeon, the room glows with the lights of all the candles you have arranged around, gleaming softly on the leather and steel toys you have artfully displayed. All the implements of pain and pleasure, some familiar some frighteningly strange. To me, its all beautiful.
You bring me to the center, where you have eyebolts in the floor, and spread my legs wide to parallel the bolts. I am ordered to stand straight, and you slip the ankle cuffs over my legs, and bolt me by the short chains to the floor. You then cross my arms behind me, hands to elbow, and wrap the arm binders around them as well. My hands are now completely encased, along with my arms up to the elbow, and you clip the single clip centered to the bottom ring in my corset. The effect is staggering. With my arms behind me, I have no choice but to thrust my already full breasts even further out, and with my legs spread, the only balance I have is to arch my back and push my ass out even further. I look to my left, and see in the mirrors you have that my position is completely wanton, and my white flesh almost glows in the candlelight.
You come to my face, looking deeply into my eyes, and express once more your disappointment. 'Are you ready for your punishment?" and I nod yes. I am beyond speech at this moment, my breath comes in such short pants. You bring from behind your back the ball gag, the one I despise, and bring it close to my face. For the first time in the whole day, I resist you. The look on your face when you see me turn my head is enough to break my heart. No words are spoken, but with an inward breaking, I lift my chin for you, lick my lips, and open my mouth wide to accept this thing you require of me. It slips in easily, and I bite down into the soft rubber ball. You slip the straps over my chin and cheeks, and buckle it behind my head, adjusting my hair to keep it from pulling. I hear you behind me, and feel my arms lifted, which in turn tugs my behind further out. You clip the long chain from the ceiling to my arms for support, and bend me over as far as the corset will allow. Now my breasts almost swing free of the cups they are supported by, and the cool air hardens my nipples. Your hand move freely over my body, touching me through the sheerness of the stockings, slipping under the garter straps and snapping them back with small stinging slaps. You gather my hair, and drop it over one shoulder, leaving the rest of me completely without its cover. I can feel the ache in my calves, the beginning of aches in my arms, and know this punishment will be severe if you continue to leave me to support myself in this manner.
I feel my tongue continue to lap at the ball in my mouth, and it annoys me. I hate this thing! But I cannot stop, my tongue lapping and licking, my teeth gripping and clamping down. I ache to spit it out, and knowing I cant frustrates me. I realize your watching me, watching me struggle for balance, and for control, and moan softly, looking at you, hoping you will understand my need for more support. "My pet, you look uncomfortable. Would you like some help?" I nod at you, pleading with my eyes for more support something to take the ache out of my arms and calves. You bring around a tall stool, padded on top, and lean me over so my stomach rests on the top, but my breasts swing even more free. You do not remove the chains from my arms and legs, and they stretch in opposite directions, calves burning more, arms now flexed up behind, aching at the shoulder. I moan low, aching for you to see how I am suffering for you, but you simply smile at me, pat my ass, and bring around a strap to bind my belly to the stool. I feel completely exposed, my ass is thrust up so high, my head and breast hang so low, and everything is so tightly bound, I cannot move. You have never been so cruel in your bondage, never had me so strained, and I struggle a little against the straps and chains, trying to free myself, and can only feel my hips lift a little, my breast begin to swing in rhythm to my struggles. Crying softly, I hang my head low.
"oh, that's what I forgot', you exclaim, and come close to me with something very stiff and black. You lift my hair again, and slip an extremely tall collar around my neck. it lifts my chin, so I am forced to look straight ahead at you, and at the image of myself bound at your mercy in the mirror ahead. I grimace at the red ball separating my lips, and cry softly when I hear the click of the lock on my posture collar.
You begin to bind my breasts, in tighter and tighter loops of leather, making the nipples bulge and ache with the trapped blood. You leave a small amount of nipple and aureola exposed, and lower your handsome face to lick softly at the bulging flesh. I shiver and my body yearns toward you, wishing to feel you closer.
You bring closer the vicious nipple clamps and slowly close one clip over my bulging and achingly tender nipple. As it closes, I squeal in pain, breathing with difficulty through the ache. You wait until I settle down, then bring the chain up to my mouth. What? I dont... then I realize your clipping the chain to the ring in my chinstrap. As I chew on the gag, and twist my head, it tug's mercilessly on my poor trapped nipple. You bring the chain down, and the clip to my other nipple and I see you watch my face intently. As you slowly close the vicious teeth over the tender flesh, I cannot help but scream and twist my head. This in turn tug's more frantically at my sore nipples and causes another shudder of pain and pleasure to race through me. You smile at me softly, and as I calm down and begin to adjust, you lean close and lick my lips around the gag in my mouth. Tenderly kissing me, over and around my gag. I lap softly at the ball, so aching for your mouth and to feel your tender kiss with my lips. And then you walk behind me, leaving me to stare at my tortured image. Your hands slide over my ass, up and down over my legs. I can hear you, talking to me, speaking of how you want to take me, how you own me, how much I belong to you. I moan in agreement, and push back as best I can with my ass, hoping you will stop now and take me, because I am very aroused and so in need of my Masters cock. With every little dirty word, every time I hear you call me your toy, your slut your baby girl, I can feel the juices run down over my thighs. You excite me beyond words just by your presence.
I hear you get into a drawer, and know that means you will be bringing in some toys. In wonderment, I feel you touch me softly, slipping your fingers into my slick juices, and begin to touch me tenderly. Slowly, you slide your fingers inside, one after another, until you can easily fit 3 inside me. I am feeling so full, aching for you and can feel my cunt clench around your digits. Instead, you withdraw then, and I feel cold plastic replace them. The vibrator you slip in is large, and long and fits deeply into my exposed pussy. You slam it into me, over and over a few times, and order me to fuck it back. I attempt, but am unable to move. 'Poor baby - cant get what you want can you?' I sob slowly, aching inside for the orgasm you know I crave, aching to please you and give you what you desire. You slip the toy in, and return with another. Holding me still, you careful begin to intrude on my ass, sliding what feels like a very large plug into my rectum. I wiggle, struggle, hoping you will not force both such large things into my body - but you are persistent, and you do. I cant begin to tell you how full I feel, so plugged on all ends, so full at your hands, so completely at your mercy. The indignity continues, and you reach below me, and clip slowly a clamp to my hard and extended clit. I see fireworks, complete blackness for a moment as my whole body screams and cries out in pain and pleasure. You hold me still, watch me write in my bondage, and lean close to me. I hear you whisper in my ear. "You will cum, weather you want to or not' and feel the vibrator in my cunt begin to hummm.
I no longer am anything but an animal. I am so completely aware of my body, so completely aware of your ownership and your dominance I know I am yours, and you will do to me as you please.
Strapping a leather thong to the front of my corset, you string it through my legs, and pull it tight over the toys torturing my pussy. You clip it to the corset, the same ring you have my hands clipped to. With every struggle of my hands, it pulls the strap tight over my tortured clit. With every wiggle I internally fuck the huge toys you have impaled me with. The low buzzing of the vibrator is just enough to make me crazy, not enough to set me over the top. I am completely at your mercy.
You come to me, and kneel down so you are face to face with me. "You are mine. I will do with you as I please, and you will respect my authority and be careful with my property." Knowing it will hurt, I still nod, tearing at my tortured nipples with my agreement of ownership.
"Now it is time for your punishment" you say.
Punishment? Isn't that what this is I think. But you continue.
"I want you to stay here, to think of all the pleasure you have had at my hands, to think of what it means to be owned by me, and to think of what it means to be without me. I know how you do not like to be alone. I know you do not like to suffer without an audience. But, you left me to suffer without you last night, left me to ache and worry for you. I will leave you here until I am sure you understand what it means to be mine.'
And with those astonishing words you slip a blindfold over my eyes, and whisper "if you cum, you do so alone. Without me to observe, without me to enjoy your suffering, without me. Think of what it means to be without me and know how I felt to think of being without you". You reach to me and turn the vibrator up to full. I hear you dimly walk to the door, and leave me alone in my suffering.
******
When you return, I am a sopping mess of sweat and cum, tears have streaked my cheeks and I no longer can control the drool that has dripped from my lips. In the candle light you can see the glisten of my cum streaking down my legs, the shine of sweat on my limp body. You smile, knowing as I do not how long I struggled, knowing as I do not, that I was never truly alone, that behind that mirror is a room for you to watch me, to watch your toy struggle. You watched, and knew when I orgasmed despite my desire not to. You watched, and enjoyed my continued fight, to not cum again, each time it overwhelmed me hearing the moans and cries leaking out from behind my gag. You almost relented when you noticed that I ws trying to say your name, almost relented when the cries became heartbreakingly sad, lonely in there with mybelief that I suffered unobserved, and my belief I was nothing but an animal, alone in my belief that I wanted none of this without you there. But even as you watched, I came again and again, crying out to you with my tortured mouth, sobbing inside low and quiet as I spasmed without your love to support me. I was weak and limp from my struggle, soft and compliant, vibrating with my continued unwanted pleasure and suffering. As I heard you, you watched me come alive. The whole of my bodylanguage changed. No longer did I silently struggle to avoid the pleasure, but knowing you were there to observe I welcomed it. Arching my limp and tired body, I thrust my ass further into the air, tried hard to wiggle my body in a seductive manner, attempted to draw your attention to me. Because without you, none of this mattered. Without you, it is simply spasms. I hear you walk to the wall, and remove your long thin belt. Without a word you begin to whip me with it, laying long stripes of pain from my calves to my ass, over and over, pain so intense and pleasure from your presence so intoxicating, I moan deep and low in my throat, almost a growl of pleasure. I am yours! I am here for you to use.
Time passes in a whirl, as the orgasm roll unchecked through me, no longer aware of when the pain stops and the pleasure begins. At long last you stop, and I feel your fingers at my Ass. You remove the plug, and drop it to the floor. I know what you want, and begin to thurst my slut ass back toward you, aching for your cock. You grab my ass cheeks, and slide the head of your cock into my hot tunnel. You can feel the muscels clench arround you, and the vibration of the toy inside my pussy through the thin membrane between increases your pleasure. Your cock slides deep within with a hard thrust, and you begin to fuck me hard, mercilessly pounding my aching hole faster and faster, slapping my hot and wounded ass cheeks, using me as the toy I am for your pleasure. I feel your cock tense up, feel you begin the slower, harder thrusts that mean you are about to cum, and you shout out 'cum with me my slut, cum with me now!' and as you flood my ass with your juices, I orgasm hard, screaming in delerium from the pleasure you have given me, babbling behind my gag crys of complete joy.
Slowly, you remove your now flaccid cock from my ass, reach arround my head to remove my gag and allow me to speak for the first time. You say'who do you belong to?'
"you Master' I say.
"what do you say to me'
"I am sorry and I love you and will never disrespect you again Master'
You begin to unchain me then, whispering words of love and encouragement to my aching body. When you finally have me completely unbound, you hold my shaking and limp body close to you on the dungeon floor, hugging me while I cry softly to you, loving you for what you give me, then slowly carry me upstairs to the warm bath you have drawn. Together, we bathe and relax, and go to bed for a long loving nap, snuggled in each others arms.
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i went to the edge of town
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Posted:Jun 2, 2006 5:21 am
Last Updated:Jun 2, 2006 5:26 am
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Slim is a tall guy and a little skinny. He don't have much respect for women but he sure likes to fuck. I will tell you my first encounter with him.
I went over to his house. I had seen him in a club the night before. I gave him my phone number and he called me and I went over to his house. It was about 10 30 in the morning.
I rang the door bell. In a moment he opened the door and let me in. He opened another door just to my right and motioned me in. I sat down on the couch and he sat down beside me. I thought he would kiss me or something but he just ask me if I would like to fuck.
He didn't give me time to answer. He riped my blouse of unhooked my bra and then he tore my skirt off and then he ripped my panties off. He then pushed me down on the couch which he had earlier opened to make a bed. I could see him removeing his pants and underwair. His cock was long and hard.
I don't think I have seen a longer cock in all of my life. He got on the couch and nealed over me and started slapping me in the face with his cock. Open your mouth bitch he said. As I opened my mouth he started slipping his cock in it. I couldn't take all of it and so I started gagging. He then took it out and started going twords my pussy. He rubbed it against my pussy a couple of times and then he started putting it in. As I told you earlier it is long. I could feal it in the back of my pussy in places where a cock isn't suppose to go. That was a little scary. As he began to move back and forth it started fealing good. I could feel the full length of his cock in my pussy.
We both started to get hot. About that time he started pounding me hard. His bones hurt a little because he is a skinny man but it felt good too. He started pounding me so hard I thought he would never stop. I was getting to the point to where I wanted to cum. I knew it was going to happen soon because I could see his back boe up and I knew that he wanted to cum also. His pounding got harder and faster and as I started to cum I could feal big loads of his hot cum shooting into my pussy. O Got yes yes yes oooooo oh oshit ooooo I'm cumming I'm cumming oh oh oh oh oh god please keed fucking me. Oh oh oh ooooooo oh oh God yes. ooooooo oh oh shit oh shit damn it feels good.
After it was over he didn't even kiss me. He said get your clothes on bitch. I did and he walked me to the door and closed it behind me. He didn't say a word. As I was walking back to my car I could feal his cum running down my legs. I felt a little empty though because he has no feelings. All he wants to do is fuck. Although he is like that I can't wait to be with him again and there were lots of other times.
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