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Wednesday, November 19th, 2008

Her pain-filled eyes met mine. "I'm com-plete-ly un-pro-tected! HON-EST-LY! She moaned as I thumped her again in the stomach. "Just do it!....Cum off and shoot everything inside me!....I swear to God I'm not on any pill or anything!....Just spunk it right up me! I hit her again and could see the pain in her eyes as she pleaded with me. Please don't kill me! I swear to God I'm not us-ing any kind of birth con-trol!...I prom-ise its the truth!" I stared straight into her eyes and shoved my cock in hard up against her cervix, then thumped the more bruised one of her tits, causing her to squeal in pain. I didn't want her looking at me, so I back-handed her face until her head lay on its side and her eyes stayed closed. She was dazed and moaning, and rambled through her bloodied mouth as I bashed my cockhead against her womb. "Spunk me... no pill ...promise...cum in me...don't care...fuck...don't care...baby ...dis....any..thing...don't..care....do..me..."

Eager To Be Bondaged

Tuesday, October 9th, 2007

Yet, after each of these
sessions when she had me in bed raping me, she gave me such
intense ecstacy that I found myself more and more willing to
endure the pain and humiliation which preceded her lovemaking.
There was one aspect of our relationship, however, that I
could not endure. That was the way she treated me in public. In
every way she made it clear to anyone watching us that, in
addition to towering over me, she was the stronger and dominant
partner. She would always walk ahead of me with long strides,
forcing me to trot to keep up with her. She would open doors for
me and order for me in restaurants. On the dancefloor, she would
lead, with her right arm firmly around my waist bending me
backward and molding my body to hers as we danced, my eyes about
level with her throat. Worst of all, she thought nothing of
fondling me in public, squeezing my buttocks or tickling the
inside of my thighs, or running her hands up and down my body
sensuously to stimulate an erection.

Abused At Her Pleasure

Sunday, October 7th, 2007

Then I began to notice that every couple of weeks or so she
would have added new weightlifting and bodybuilding equipment to
her gameroom (purchased with my money, undoubtedly!). During
this same period, subtle changes in her body began to become
apparent; her chest and shoulders became broader and deeper, her
body harder and her arms and legs bigger and more muscular, until
my own arms and legs seemed like broomsticks by comparison. She
even gained a couple of inches in height so that, now at an even
six feet, she towered three inches above me which, since she
always wore 5″ heels when we went out together, made me feel like
a small child when I stood next to her. Moreover, as she became
bigger and stronger, overpowering me on the wrestling mat or
beating me into submission in her new boxing ring became such a
quick and effortless exercise for her–and even more painful for
me–that she seemed almost bored. Finally she discovered that
she could arouse herself sexually by simply picking me up in her
hands and, holding me at arms’ length, tickling, squeezing,
bending and twisting my body at will while I screamed and
thrashed about helplessly in her grip. In short, she had become
a complete sadist, and my body had become her defenseless toy, to
be used or abused at her pleasure.

Lesbian Dominatrix Sex Story

Saturday, August 4th, 2007

Before I start I should probably explain a few things about
Alex and myself. We have been lovers for several years now and
while we regularly tie and torment each other, I view myself as
being submissive and masochistic and Alex as dominant and sadis-
tic (oh how she can be sadistic!) Fortunately this works out
quite well for us :-) . In devising torments for Alex it is quite
rare that I actually manage to out do things she has previously
done to me mainly because I’m not much into inflicting pain on
her and I think she knows this and uses it to her advantage. (more…)

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Tuesday, July 24th, 2007

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Sunday, December 3rd, 2006

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Wednesday, June 21st, 2006

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Monday, June 12th, 2006

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Friday, June 9th, 2006

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Tuesday, June 6th, 2006

Ask any teacher what the worst day is, and surprisingly few will remember the first day of work. The rumble in their tummy as they stand before a blackboard for the very first time, alone and without a supervisor seems to fade for them. It has never faded away for me, and I recall it vividly.

In my case it was even worse than average. I had come back to my hometown after graduating college; disappointing my parents who had expected me to move out and be a big success “away” somewhere. I explained that I’d come home to “give something back to the community”, but it was complete balderdash. What I was really doing was burying myself in my work, trying to avoid admitting something that no-one else knew.

In college I had become Mistress to a lithe blond tart named Jacqueline “Tennisball” Turner. In some way, we’d been very much in love. I’d revelled in every whipping or spanking I gave her. She gloried in the loving abuse I heaped on her. But eventually I’d convinced myself that this wasn’t what I wanted.

I was a “normal” woman, with normal desires. I wanted a husband and kids and. . . .And I wanted Tennie, or piggy, as I’d sometimes called her, crawling to lick a pair of black leather boots with four-inch heels that clung so tightly to my legs that my slave often had to yank them off me while I broke the suction with a shoehorn. I wanted her head bobbing vigorously between my thighs as the little electric shocks of pleasure shot from my clitoris. I wanted to hang her from the ceiling beam of my little house and beat her ass raw for breaking dishes, to set her impossible tasks and punish her for failing at them.

But I wanted other things too: the touch of her breath on my neck when I let her sleep in my bed; the soft look in her eyes when she knelt at the foot of that bed with my morning coffee; the contented hum of her when all the happy violence was over, the sweat and sometimes tears dried, and she cuddled into my arms during decompression.

And I wanted all of this while leading a June-Cleaver-with-a-career existence? It was too much, and I knew it. But while I sorted all this out I still had rent to pay, first to my parents, then to a landlord, and finally to a mortgage company. I found a job at a high school in town (not the Catholic school I’d attended, but a newer secular school called Park West Secondary).

On the first day of classes, I was way too early. Only the school custodian was in the hall as I entered the Old Building (the one built in 1976 was the New Building) and made my way to room 108 West. The classroom was empty, and I unlocked the door but left the light off. Instead I went to the door at the back of the class. In other days it would have been a storage space. The teacher I had replaced, one Mr. Carruthers, had been in the habit of smoking a pipe quietly in there while grading papers, and the room had that lovely “gentleman’s club” smell of old leather armchair, shoe polish, and pipe tobacco. It’s a smell I’ve always associated with luxury.

There was a little narrow window facing the soccer field, and long shelves of dusty textbooks along the wall with the door in. I put my necessary things into the desk and cupboards, my clipboard, a pack of marking pens, chalk (any teacher will tell you, you bring your own and hoard your supply), and my coffee mug.

My coffee mug.

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Medical Fetish Story

Tuesday, May 9th, 2006

Story is about a loneley man who lived in Ontario. He move out when he was 40.
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He liked and enjoyed very much by her sexy spreaded legs…and so on…