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Saturday, February 11th, 2012
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The heroine's head wrenched in the opposite direction as the powerful blow hit her. Saliva spewed from her mouth as she fell to her knees, her incredible body tilting to the side, her head hanging low over her breasts, her eyes half-open. Her hands dangled at her sides as she reeled, looking as if she were about to fall to the floor. The green simulacrum reached out, filling one fist with Wonder Woman's silky dark hair. Without any sign of strain, she lifted the dazed amazon completely off the ground like a trophy, the heroine's red boots hanging inched off the floor. As Wonder Woman slowly regained her senses, her green clone wrapped her arms around the amazon princess, locking her fists in the small of the heroine's back. "Auggh!!" the trapped amazon cried out in pain as her green twin squeezed. Wonder Woman arched backwards, tossing her head in pain, as her legs straddled the waist of her captor. Wonder Woman slowly raised her hands, pushing at the emerald amazon's face. Slowly, Wonder Woman's superior strength began to push her nemesis' face back, weakening the grip on the heroine.

Bruised tits

Thursday, August 28th, 2008

“Now smash me in the cunt you fucking pig!” She yelled, and yanked
her nipples hard before twisting them. Call it blood lust if you like
but I was past caring now. Pulling her legs up, I pressed my left arm
against the back of her knees to give me an open target, then brought my
right fist down with every ounce of strength I possessed to really smash
my hard knuckles into her soft undefended pussy flesh.

“Oooooowwwrrrgghh!” She gurgled through her bloody mouth as the
first blow landed, the force pushing her along the floor. I moved so I
could stay in control and bludgeoned my tightly clenched fist into her
pulpy labia a second time. She really yelped this time making me look
round, but she was still tugging at her nipples although her breasts had
turned blue with bruising. I pushed her legs further back until her ass
lifted off the floor and I pressed my knee on her free arm to stop her
body from riding the blows. Then, ignoring her yelps of pain, I repeatedly smashed my clenched fist into her cunt at least twenty or thirty
times until the whole area between her thighs was an angry reddish-blue
and swollen, and several blood blisters had begun to appear where some
of her weaker veins couldn’t take my vicious pounding.

Hit her on her nipples

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008

Not wanting to disappoint her again I took a step back before
swinging with most of my strength to smash my fist into her mouth. The
force of the blow sent her falling backwards, and as she landed on the
carpet I heard a sharp thud when her head hit the floor. My punch had
split her lip open and blood was running down the side of her face now.
I also noticed that her legs had swung open wide exposing a delicious
selection of goodies to play with, except that she was already playing
with them and furiously at that.

“Now thump me in the tits just as hard!” Her face was beginning to
swell up now and it sounded as though it was painful when she spoke.
But I was actually getting into the mood now so I got down and hit her
hard three or four times right on her nipples. Each time I punched her
she gasped with pain and her body bounced off the floor.

I love to be in control

Wednesday, February 13th, 2008

Diana is a very nice looking blonde who was introduced to me by a
friend and his wife. Diana worked with my friend’s wife, and after
setting us up on a blind date, we began going out together. On our fourth
date she looked at me across the dinner table and said “I want you” in a
very sexy voice. I asked the timeless question about who’s place we would
use, and she suggested her place.
Diana is a small, slender gal who is tempting enough with her clothes
on, and I was anxious to get my lips around her firm little tits, and see
if she was a natural blonde. On the way to her place, she seemed nervous,
and I held her tighter.
“Um, I have to tell you something.”, she said nervously. I thought
that she’d say something about birth-control or the dreaded “A” word. We’d
already discussed the “A” situation, and both of us had tested negative. I
told her she could trust me not to freak out.
“Well, I like to be in control. Sexually.”, she said softly. She ran
her fingers over my leg, tantalizing and inviting. I said that she could
be in control all she wanted.
“I mean it. Really in control!”, Diana said forcefully.
“You want to tie me up and ravage my body?”, I asked humorously. “I’d
be delighted to do anything you tell me, within reason.”
“Well, that’s part of it.”, Diana said, obviously debating if she
should tell me all.
“What else?”, I asked. “Whips and chains? Leather? I’m not into pain.
At least not very much.”
“Neither am I. But, well, you don’t mind a little B&D?”, she asked.
I looked at her and her eyes were wide blue orbs, searching my face to see
if I really was into B&D. I agreed, telling her that I’d read about it,
and never really found anyone to explore it with me.
Diana kissed my cheek and snuggled into my arm, staying that way
until we reached her small rented house. I kissed her passionately in the
car, and she responded in kind. Her palm rubbed the thick, swelling mass
of genitalia in my lap, causing my hips to press against her hand. We
broke our kiss and entered the house. (more…)

German Mistress Claudia

Friday, December 14th, 2007

This encounter was the result of my answering an ad placed
by a Frankfurt couple in a contact magazine. They were looking for
male or female sex slaves or couples. I was staying alone in
Frankfurt on a business trip, so I thought, “what the hell? I’ll
give it try.” I gave them a call and arranged to meet them one
Saturday afternoon.

Claudia is not a real young woman, probably between 35 and
40, perfect age for her role. She seemed to be well educated, and
spoke faultless English (my German is not perfect, by any means).
She is a tall woman, with blonde hair that was pulled up tight and
fastened in kind of a bun on the top of her head. She was darkly
tanned, and had an athletic look. She is definitely a dominant
female. Michael is even younger, maybe in his twenties, good-
looking, but did not take an active part in any of this. He was more
like her servant. What followed will probably seem like some wild
fantasy to you, but I can assure you that “it happened to me”. (more…)

Slave hit me

Monday, November 19th, 2007

Bonnie put her hands on her hips, looking down at me.
“Well,” she said quietly, “since you’re being so agreeable, why
don’t you get down on your knees and show the girls the only way
I’ll let you kiss me.”
That was too much. My face burning with embarrassment, I
whispered, “Bonnie, no. Please.”
She laughed and, placing one hand on top of my head, forced
me to my knees in front of her. She stepped forward, straddling
my body with her powerful legs, and then pulled my head up under
her skirt to mash my face firmly into her womanhood. “Open your
mouth, Baby Buns, and show the girls how you give your mistress
pleasure.”
I had no choice. My nose was buried between her legs, and I
couldn’t breathe. As I opened my mouth, my head was mashed up
even tighter into her hairy bush as she gave a deep sigh and then
released me. “That was pretty good, Baby Buns,” she chuckled.
“Any of you girls want to try this with him? If you get his nose
up there just right, it’s almost as good as the real thing!”
At that point something in my mind snapped. With a sob of
frustration and humiliation I spun away from her, rose to my
feet, whirled completely around and tried to backhand her across
the face. Although caught completely by surprise, she reacted
instantly, catching my wrist in a bonecrushing grip and bending
me backward across her thighs. “Did you see that?” she gasped.
“My little toy actually tried to hit me!” With that, she slid
one hand down my back to grasp my belt firmly and lift me bodily
off the floor, holding me at arm’s length like a sack of feathers
while I thrashed about helplessly in the grip of her single hand.
Carrying me to a high chair in the center of the room and
slamming me face down across her lap with a force that took my
breath away, she quickly pulled my pants and underwear down to
expose my bare buttocks. “Boys and girls,” she announced to her
guests, “you are about to witness how a real woman handles a
naughty little man toy who gets out of line.” And with that, she
proceeded to spank my bare bottom with the palm of her hand as
though I were a child.

Exhaustion In Bondage

Friday, September 14th, 2007

That was the beginning. Every Friday night after that she
would be waiting for me after work in her convertible to take me
home with her. A couple of times I tried to resist, but she
simply reached out to take my wrist in a bonecrushing grip and
force me into the car. At her home, she would strip me naked,
change into tights and, after making me bet her my paycheck that
she could do whatever she wanted with me, spend the next hour or
so doing whatever she wanted with me. I tried to reason with
her, pointing out that she was leaving me nothing but my savings
to live on, but she simply laughed and told me to let her know
when my savings were exhausted. After a few weeks, when it
became apparent that I was completely defenseless against her,
she stopped going through the formality of betting me and would
simply take my paycheck and whatever else she wanted away from
me. After she had finished with me, and I was lying at her feet
either unconscious or sobbing and begging for mercy, she would
pick me up, throw me over her shoulder, carry me upstairs to her
bedroom and spend the rest of the night raping me until I finally
fainted from sheer exhaustion.

Man In Bondage

Wednesday, August 29th, 2007

Seeing my eyes open, she
chuckled and leaned down to kiss me lightly on the tip of my
nose. “Welcome back, baby,” she said. “I was beginning to think
you’d never come around.”
“How–how did I get here?” I blurted.
She laughed. “Why, I carried you up here, of course. After
I took your clothes off. You know, baby, you have a very nice,
soft, little body, just the kind I like to play with. And you
made a marvelous armful as I was carrying you up here, so cute
and cuddly. I think I’m going to have lots of fun with you.”
I gasped and tried to get up, only to find that both my
wrists were locked back over my head in the powerful grasp of her
left hand. As I continued to struggle I felt her other hand
slide between my thighs to firmly cup my penis and testicles in
her palm. I stopped struggling in a hurry. “What–what are you
going to do with me?” I stammered.

Sensual Bondage

Thursday, August 16th, 2007

I tried to cover up and
dodge her blows, but she seemed to anticipate my every move, and
the accuracy of her punches was phenomenal. In the next few
seconds she hit me thirty or forty times, and, although her
punches weren’t hard, my head was reeling from their cumulative
effect. Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, her onslaught
stopped, and she stood watching me, a smile decorating her lovely
face as I swayed back and forth in front of her. “Nighty night,
lover,” she said softly. “No more lovetaps. I’m going to put
your lights out with one punch.” Alarmed, I started to back
away, but her body became a blur of motion, and then something
slammed into my jaw with the force of a sledgehammer, spun me
almost completely around and tumbled me backward into oblivion.
When I came to I was lying naked in her bed, and she was
lying on her side next to me looking down at me and running one
hand lightly up and down my body.

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Tuesday, July 24th, 2007

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Thursday, June 8th, 2006


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Tuesday, June 6th, 2006

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Medical Fetish Story

Thursday, May 18th, 2006

123 This story is about a loneley man who lived in Ontario. He move out when he was 40.
Ok, what we can teel you about him? He was sexy male and like gyno exams. He like to peep on his neighbor girl when she had visited her gyn.
He liked and enjoyed very much by her sexy spreaded legs…and so on…