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Slave boy fucked up the ass

Administrator — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 15:01:08 +0000

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My own blood was roaring through my veins now, creating a need inside to totally dominate this cheap little slut. "You fucking bitch whore! I screamed at her, "You'd better not be using any birth control or I'll break your scrawny fucking neck!" She remained silent so I thumped her again in the stomach. "Answer me you no-good fucking slut cow!" I demanded, jerking my cock hard inside her. "Nooo..." Was all she gurgled so I smacked her a good one in her damaged tits. "Whaddya mean 'no'!" I was shouting at her. "Are you on the pill?" She shook her head. "Dutch Cap? Coil? IUD? Sponge?" She kept on shaking her head. I hit her again. "Fucking bitch! Don't think you can fucking well fool me!" Another slow shake of the head. "I bet you're on some kind of lousy pill you fucking little cheat!" I thumped her again, hard. "Now tell me properly you fucking cow!" I roared. "Noooooooo!" She moaned. "There's nothing!" She stuttered through bloodied lips. "I promise you there's NOTHING!

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Administrator — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 16:18:25 +0000

We took the highway early in the morning to our weekend’s destination. My
slave girl and I in a nice rental car. Our costumes were in the trunk, the
fresh coffee was aromatic in the car, we shared a muffin while Mina drove. My
private property… She was wearing white lacy garters under her pants. I
passed my hands along her smooth neck and through hair every once in a while
and she would turn around to give me a pleasant smile of deep contentment
within…

After passing through the U.S. border which was guiding us along our way
to New York — the city of opportunities, I ordered her to stop at a gas
station, I took her to the restroom, unbuttoned her pants, lowered them, and
then inserted a butt plug — gliding it against her clit — nice and smooth
while I cleaned up the excess of Jelly… Then kissed her bum and gave her a
slim sexy skirt which exposed her beautiful legs. As we left the restroom a
couple of men waiting for their own woman to come out commented on her legs.
They wished they could enjoy her for at least the evening. I felt proud.
Mina’s beautiful cheeks turned pink as she blushed. She passionately kissed
me on the lips as I felt the juices beginning to flow between my legs.

Our journey continued… and we eventually reached destination. As the
doorman at the Penta greeted us, and took our bags I couldn’t help but notice
him staring at Mina’s exposed bum. I felt jealous as well as proud. It was a
funny feeling. I am a woman after all…

The day was turning into late afternoon — Friday night in New York City.
I ordered Mina to prepare our bath. She did as requested. When I reached the
marbled floor of the bathroom, she was kneeling down in the sumptuously
decorated room.

She kissed my bare feet for a while, massaged my lower legs. We caressed
one another’s naked bodies, touched our hardened nipples, and tasted them…
When I then removed her butt plug I was greeted by her relaxed orafice primed
for my dildo. We entered the bathtub, and I put my fingers into her open
hole. She was in heaven. She proceeded to massage my body completely with her
sensuous mouth, her tongue gliding over all my sensitive areas. When I had
had enough I took her out of the tub, took her to the bed and proceeded to
manacle her with my furry cuffs, her bum exposed. I couldn’t resist awarding
her at least twenty strokes with my bare hands. Then caressed the heat coming
out of ass cheeks with my tongue. I took a drink out of the mini-bar, and
while drinking I rubbed some on her bare chest and then tasted the alcohol. A
little more spanking, and she was even hotter. It was time for me to tease
her some more. Taking out my dildo I slid the soft rubber against her clit.
She began to moan with my movements, her heavy breathing served only to
aroused me even more. She achieved her orgasm with her entire body was
quivering, then she released a golden shower.

I presented my clit to her mouth. Now it was my time to have more fun. I
ordered her to put three fingers into my vagina as she lapped my juices away.
I was in Heaven… I called her sweet names. She was my “Candy Teddy, my Sex
Kitten, my Slut”, whatever she was, she was heaven to me. My orgasm was
tremendous. She drank my juices, and I kissed her wet face — tasting myself.

We caressed each other for a while. A caress which meant “thank-you” to
my slave. I took her out shopping for a while. We bought her a beautiful
Victorian corset for some waist reduction. It suited her so much. She
thanked me and then expressed that her existance was only for me. That was a
great satisfaction for a Mistress.

After eating in Tempo, an expensive Italian restaurant, where many men had
admired us, we went on to have a drink at the Hilton and listen to the pianist
playing the forgotten tunes of yesterdays.

The next morning we woke up with light caressing our nude and tangled
bodies. It was time to go and join the convention members. We met and
exchanged ideas with many others there from around the world who were also
shared our interest in S&M.

That night as were dressing for the Ball, we assisted one other with our
royal outfits. I was wore a black velvet gold trimmed dress, suited for a
Princess, and Mina had worn a beautiful pink dress, reminding me a young girl
going to her Ball Debutante.

When we made the royal entrance to the big ballroom, practically everyone
turned to catch a glance of us. Most had worn latex, rubber or leather.
However, no one was like us. We made our Royal Statement. The whole night we
danced, met more people into the scene, and exchanged addresses. Than we went
to Vaults, a very bizarre S&M club in New York, unique it’s own way. Many
commented about my beautiful slave girl. Besides Mina, I had trained a few
others there.

Early Saturday morning we returned to our hotel, made passionate love and
then fell asleep in each other’s arms until the check out time. I woke up
earlier than her to watch her sleep in the morning light. God, she was
beautiful…

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Administrator — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 06:50:47 +0000

She looked down at my raging hard-on with a smile and said,
“It looks like you enjoyed the show.” I nodded in approval. She
smiled a wicked smile as she untied me from the chair and removed
the gag. “The fun’s not over yet little slave.” She said. “Now
go get on your knees at the edge of the bed.” I hobbled, as
before, over to the edge of the bed, not knowing what could
possibly be in store for me now. When I got into position she
walked over and sat on the edge of the bed in front of me. She
then opened her legs and stuck her finger into her still sopping
cunt. She then grabbed my balls with her other hand, eased her
gooey finger out, and held it up to my mouth. “Lick it slave!”
she commanded. I licked her finger like a lollipop until it was
clean.
I could taste the cum of the young stud that had just
serviced her, mixed with her own sexual secretions. She giggled
as she offered me another gooey finger to lick clean and said.
“We’ve got to make sure we get every last drop, huh?” I nodded,
and continued to lick and suck her finger. When she finished
feeding me she looked down at my crotch and said, “I’ll bet you’d
like to relive some pressure.” “Yes.” I gasped, as it was all I
could do to keep from cumming at this point. She just giggled and
said, “Well, I don’t want you to make a mess all over so just
wait here a minute.”

Dominant Wife Happy Husband

Administrator — Tue, 26 Feb 2008 20:12:32 +0000

I love to be sexually dominated, and I am married to a very
beautiful woman who utilizes my obedience to the maximum.
She knows that when I am sexually aroused there is nothing I
won’t do for her. She often makes me go a few days without
cumming, knowing that I will be that much more aroused and
submissive. The other night I arrived home and found her laying
on the couch wearing a short satin robe. As soon as I saw her I
developed an immediate erection, thus becoming a slave to her
desires. She ordered me onto my hands and knees and commanded me
to crawl to her side. She then raised her foot to my face and
said “Lick my foot slave!” I happily licked her foot as she
rubbed it all over my face. She then pushed my face away with
her foot and tossed a satin G-string at me saying, “Put on your
uniform, and go draw me a bath slave!” I answered, “Yes Master.”
And went to the bathroom to change into the G-string and prepare
her bath.
As soon as I finished readying her bath she entered the
bathroom and told me to get on my hands and knees in the tub. I
started to remove the G-string, but she told me to leave it on.
I got on my hands and knees and she removed her robe to reveal
her beautiful naked body. She sat down in the tub in front of me
and said, “Stick your head under the water and eat my pussy
slave!” I stuck my head down between her legs and started
lapping away. When I came up for a breath, she would count to
three and then push my head back into her crotch. When she tired
of this she had me wash her entire body. When I finished, she
stepped out of the tub, dried herself off, and threw me the wet
towel to dry off with. “I know you love to wear that G-string.”
She said. “So just keep it on slave, and go into the bedroom
when you’re done drying off.”
I finished drying, except for the soggy G-string, and went
into the bedroom. My raging hard-on was sticking out the top of
the pouch on the G-string. She walked into the bedroom a few
minutes later wearing a red satin camisole, garter belt, nylons
and black patent leather pumps. She came over to the edge of the
bed where I was sitting, grabbed my balls through the pouch, and
told me to open my mouth. She then stuffed my mouth with a couple
pairs of her panties and tied a scarf around my head to form a
gag. She then found a thick rubber band and doubled it, and slipped
it over my balls- the pain was excrusating. Now she bound my
wrists behind my back and tied my ankles together to insure I was
fairly immobile. My balls really began to hurt. As she finished
tying me up I wondered what she had in store for me this evening.
She usually didn’t tie me up, since I’m always very cooperative.
“Get up, slave!” She ordered. I stood up unsteadily and
she pushed me toward the closet. We have a walk-in closet in our
bedroom with a mirror on the door. I hobbled toward the closet
as quickly as the bonds on my ankles would permit. She opened
the door and inside was a chair which she motioned for me to sit
in. Once I was seated, she securely tied me to the chair with
rope. She reached down and seized my rock-hard cock in her hand
and said, “Don’t make a sound until I return. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head. She walked out of the closet and closed the
door behind her. I was left sitting in the darkness of the closet
with a raging hard-on, not knowing what was next.
I sat in darkness for at least a half-hour before I heard
anything outside the closet. I heard the bedroom light switch
click and when the lights in the bedroom came on I was startled
by the fact that I could see into the bedroom from within the
closet. My wife had installed a one-way mirror on the closet
door in place of the mirror that had been there. I could see the
entire bed from where I was sitting and nobody could see me. I
about died when my wife entered the bedroom followed by a young
man I had never seen before. She was still wearing the lingerie
she had on earlier, but he was completely naked. He looked to be
in his early twenties and was probably a local college student.
He had his hands all over her as he followed her onto the bed.
Soon this guy was banging my wife from behind with a
vengeance as they moaned in ecstasy. I thought I would be
jealous, but instead I was extremely turned on. The more my wife
enjoyed it, the more arousing it was for me. My cock was so hard
it hurt. They paused briefly to change to the missionary
position and I heard my wife say, “You’d better hurry because my
husband will be home soon.” This guy didn’t need any more
encouragement. He started pumping like you wouldn’t believe. My
wife started moaning and trembling in orgasm as he continued
pumping. She then reached around his ass and tickled his balls
with her fingernails. That was all it took for him, as he pumped
a load of come into my wife’s pussy.
As soon as his convulsions ceased, my wife told him that her
husband would be home any minute and that he had better go. He
quickly thanked her and left the bedroom to collect his clothes
and leave. My wife remained on the bed with her legs spread,
pointed her glistening cunt in my direction. My cock was so hard
now that it felt like I was sitting on a steel pipe. My wife
rose when she knew her visitor had departed and walked over to
the closet. She opened the door and I thought I would soon be
released from my bonds, But I was wrong.
She looked down at my raging hard-on with a smile and said,
“It looks like you enjoyed the show.” I nodded in approval. She
smiled a wicked smile as she untied me from the chair and removed
the gag. “The fun’s not over yet little slave.” She said. “Now
go get on your knees at the edge of the bed.” I hobbled, as
before, over to the edge of the bed, not knowing what could
possibly be in store for me now. When I got into position she
walked over and sat on the edge of the bed in front of me. She
then opened her legs and stuck her finger into her still sopping
cunt. She then grabbed my balls with her other hand, eased her
gooey finger out, and held it up to my mouth. “Lick it slave!”
she commanded. I licked her finger like a lollipop until it was
clean.
I could taste the cum of the young stud that had just
serviced her, mixed with her own sexual secretions. She giggled
as she offered me another gooey finger to lick clean and said.
“We’ve got to make sure we get every last drop, huh?” I nodded,
and continued to lick and suck her finger. When she finished
feeding me she looked down at my crotch and said, “I’ll bet you’d
like to relive some pressure.” “Yes.” I gasped, as it was all I
could do to keep from cumming at this point. She just giggled and
said, “Well, I don’t want you to make a mess all over so just
wait here a minute.”
She then left the room and quickly returned with a box of
plastic wrap. She sat back down in front of me and unraveled a
couple feet of the plastic wrap. “This ought to do,” she said,
as she tore the wrap from the box. She then carefully wrapped
and sealed my engorged cock in plastic wrap, forming a reservoir
at the top. “Now you won’t make a mess!” She said giggling.
She then spread some K-Y jelly all over the plastic wrap and
began firmly and stongly jagging my cock off. She kept pumping
my cock harder and harder until I couldn’t take it any more as
she spurted every last drop of cum out of me.
I watched as I quickly swelled the reservoir at the tip of my
cock. The last damn thing she did was to pull off that rubber band
still tightly wrapped around my balls. As she did so, it gave off
a little twang and one more cum shot dripped out.
I was now completely exhausted!

I love to be in control

Administrator — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 20:37:18 +0000

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.
I’d been there before, a small three bedroom stucco flat in a nice
part of town. Diana shared it with Michelle and Loni, all three girls
being in their early twenties. Michelle was the only one home when we
arrived.
We walked in, holding hands, to find Michelle watching TV and wearing
a very short, sheer nightie. Michelle is a brunette with large breasts
that sag a little, giving her a beautifully shaped chest. Her cold grey
eyes shine from her dark features, and when she smiles, she could melt
polar ice-caps. And smile she did as we came in. Michelle made no effort
to conceal her charms, sitting with her legs up on the couch.
“I need to change first.”, Diana said, “Make yourself comfortable.”
She added as she disappeared down the short hallway. I sat in a
comfortable chair, across the coffee table from Michelle. She seemed to
be very interested in a show, Falcon Crest or some such. I kept glancing
at her tits through the thin material, and at the way her flat stomach
slid under her panties forming a flat vee between her long legs. It was
very erotic to see Michelle sitting there, finishing a bowl of ice-cream,
wearing next to nothing, and being fully dressed myself.
“Michelle, I need a hand.”, Diana called from the other room.
Michelle got up, smiled at me quickly, and left, leaving the empty bowl on
the coffee table. A few moments went by and then Diana emerged from the
hallway. What I saw surprised me somewhat, and made me very horny.
Diana was wearing a leather halter that had no bra. Rather it crossed
her chest, leaving her tits exposed. Between her legs ran a leather strap
that covered her pussy, and it was tied to the waist of her halter by a
large metal ring. Her legs were clad with stockings and a leather
garterbelt held them up. She wore long elbow length gloves, and high
heels. The effect was striking. Even more so, for as she stopped in the
room, Michelle stood behind her, hands tied with leather thongs, a leather
collar to which Diana held a leather leash, and a pair of heels. Other
than that, Michelle was bare assed naked. I began to stand up.
“Sit down!”, Diana said forcefully. “Michelle, undress our pet.”
Michelle kept her head bowed, and came over to me shyly. With her
bound hands, she began by removing my shoes, then my socks. She worked up
from the bottom, leaving my shorts for last. The bulge kept her eye as
she unbuttoned my shirt. I didn’t complain, and I didn’t help her. It
was all I could do not to cum in my shorts, inches from her lovely tits.
Once I was naked, Diana resumed command, sitting on the arm of the couch.
“Suck his cock, Michelle.”, Diana ordered.
Michelle complied, opening her mouth and lowering it over the head.
Her mouth enveloped me slowly, and I could feel her tongue swirling all
around me. She sucked about half my seven inches, and kept bobbing her
head up and down.
Diana stepped over by the chair. “You can do better than that!”, She
barked. “Take it all the way. Suck his whole cock. Let him fuck your
throat.”
Michelle suddenly descended the entire length of my shaft into her
throat, and I groaned. She made sucking noises as she worked up and down
slowly, working her lips to pull the last inch of me into her mouth.
“She’s a good cocksucker isn’t she?”, Diana asked me. I groaned and
nodded. “She’d love to drink your cum. Go ahead. Fill her mouth with your
jism.”
I groaned, almost ready to do that anyway. Just as I thought I would
come, Diana pulled Michelle off my cock by the hair. “That’s enough for
you. Help me with him.”
Diana produced straps of soft, but tough, leather with which she tied
my hands behind me. Next, the girls put straps on my ankles, then moved
me to the coffee table. Each ankle was tied to a leg of the table,
spreading my legs wide, but not uncomfortably so. Next, Diana ordered me
to lean back and hold the opposite edge of the table. She tied a cord to
my bonds, then ran it under the table, tying it off so that I couldn’t sit
up. Tied this way, I was holding my hips forward, legs spread. My crotch
was wide open for them. I could lay down, but not sit up.
“Rub that cock all over your face and tits Michelle.”, Diana ordered.
Michelle did, using both her tied hands to rub me over her face,
spreading the sticky pre-cum on her upper lip. She jerked on me a little,
forcing more of my slippery juice out onto her chest. Each time she
brought me by her lips, she pursed them into soft fleshy lips and looked
up at me. Oh but I wanted to come in her face then!!
Diana walked over to a cabinet for a few moments, hidden from my
view. When she returned, she stood behind me. “That’s a good slut
Michelle, now make him cum all over you.” Michelle’s eyes seemed to be
glazed, looking past me. I couldn’t turn around to see Diana, but I could
hear her breathing pretty hard. Michelle now began sucking me and jerking
me off at the same time. Her sloppy blow job was getting to me,
especially since every few strokes, she would let go and rub me all over
her face, or her tits. My hips began to rock, and I want to cum for her.
“That’s it. Get it nice and wet. Hold him to your face when he cums.
Let me see him soak your face with his jizz. Let me see you lick the cum
off his cock. You love the taste of cum in your mouth don’t you? You love
it. Make him cum!” Diana’s lusty talking had it’s effect on me, not
Michelle. It was meant to get me off, and Michelle was clearly enjoying my
reactions to it. “Let me see you make her face drip with your cum.” Diana
whispered in my ear.
I blasted off just after that. I looked down, moaning as I began to
cum. Michelle held my cock against her face, the head pressed firmly to
her lips. Thick, warm, creamy jizz shot out, quickly streaming over her
lips and cheeks. I pulsed and squirted, and watched as my sperm flowed
down her lips, drooling down and dripping off her chin. Michelle moved
and let the drops land on her tits, then began to milk the remaining sperm
from my throbbing shaft. She licked the head off, kissed it, then began
to rub the head all over her spermy face.
Diana walked over to the chair I had used, holding her hand in front
of her pussy. “Come over here!”, she barked at Michelle. Michelle scooted
over on her knees, making the strands of cum dripping from her chin sway.
Diana ordered her to bend over, standing just slightly behind her. I
watched with wide eyes as Diana pulled a thick black dildo from her own
cunt, then pushed it evenly up the brunette’s asshole. Michelle let out a
long groaning moan until Diana stopped with only a little of the dildo
showing between Michelle’s cheeks. Diana sat down in the chair and spread
her legs wide, hanging them over the arms of the chair.
“Now show him what a hot slut you are and suck my cunt.”, Diana
ordered.
Michelle’s head lowered into Diana’s lap, and I heard snaps pop and
saw the leather strap move aside. Just as Michelle began to lightly tongue
her, Diana grabbed her roommate by the hair.
“Suck it! Ooooh, yeah! Suck that clit! Rub your face in my pussy!
Make me wet! Make me cum in your face too!” Diana was humping her hips up,
and grinding Michelle’s face in her soft twat. I heard the slick, slippery
noises, and I could see the edge of Michelle’s sperm sodden jaw working up
and down. My eyes drifted down to the black dildo still in Michelle’s
ass, and I could see it moving every time Michelle’s muscles twitched.
Her pussy gaped open at me too. Her shiny, pink lips were splayed, and I
could see her cream leaking down her slit, wetting her light brown curls.
“Lick me you hot slut!” Diana cried. “Eat my cunt! Lick it! Suck it!
Drink my cum! Lap me up you hot little bitch!”
I was almost rock hard again, fascinated by their lusty coupling. It
wasn’t too long before Diana was cumming like crazy, shouting and bucking
her hips into Michelle’s face. As she stopped, Michelle sat up, arching
her back from the dildo up her tail. Her hips rocked sensuously, and she
tried to use her heels to grab it and work it in and out of her asshole,
all to no avail. Diana got up.
“You nasty slut. You want a good butt-fucking?”, She asked Michelle.
Michelle nodded.
Diana pulled her to her feet, and untied her hands, warning her to
follow instructions exactly. She led her friend over by me, both of them
standing over me. Diana turned Michelle’s back to me and told her to back
up and straddle me. As she did, and as she backed up, I could smell her
fragrant scent, and see the thick fluid oozing from her pussy.
“Pull that dildo out of her.”, Diana ordered me.
With my hands tied, I leaned forward as far as I could, which wasn’t
much. Diana guided Michelle’s ass back, until I could grip the black dildo
with my teeth. I began to pull back.
“Stop!”, Diana ordered. “Suck the end of it.” She ordered me. I
looked up at her, surprised. “Suck it you prick!”
I did as I was told. It was extremely wide, and I could only get a
small bit of it in my mouth. “Now FUCK her asshole with it!”, Diana
ordered me.
Using my neck muscles, I pulled back and then pushed, getting a groan
from Michelle. I could feel her tightness as the dildo wanted to push back
into me. Back and forth we went, and I watched her asshole expand and
pulse as I moved it back and forth. Diana stood there, the flap of her
leather bottoms hanging in front of her, her hands pulling on her nipples
roughly.
Each forward thrust put my nose almost against Michelle’s ass cheeks,
and facial cheeks pressed against her soft buns. Her fragrance was
mingling with anal ones, and with sweat and cum. I was rock hard again,
and sorely aware that I needed some sort of touch “down there”.
“Enough, pull it out of her.”, Diana ordered. I did as she
instructed, pulling the ten inches free of Michelle’s butt. Her asshole
made a small, wet noise, and then I watched her gaping hole pulse and
quiver, closing slowly. Diana took the black dildo and put it aside.
“Now sit on his cock!”, Diana ordered Michelle. “Put him in your
asshole.”
Michelle moved and sat down, pressing her anus to the head of my
cock. She lowered her stretched asshole onto me, taking me much easier
than I’ve ever been taken into that tight realm. As she lowered her ass,
her hole tightened repeatedly around me, then released. Diana moved
around, standing in front of Michelle.
“Spread your legs wide you naked little butt-fucker!”, Diana told
her.
Doing so put the Michelle’s full weight on my cock, and thus onto my
lap. My cock was rammed to the hilt in her butt, her buns squeezing and
gripping me. Diana stepped between our outstretched legs, and pulled
Michelle’s legs upwards, shoving my cock just a fraction of an inch
further into the girl. It was incredible!
Then I felt something pressing against my cock, from inside
Michelle’s pussy. Diana was leaning forward, holding onto Michelle’s hips
and getting closer to the two of us. The feeling slid up my cock, then
down, then up again. Diana was fucking Michelle with a dildo! While I
was in Michelle’s asshole, Diana put on a strap-on dildo and was fucking
the girl’s pussy, stroking my cock too.
“Is this what you like?”, Diana hissed at Michelle. “Hot fucking? Hot
nasty butt-fucking while you let a girl fuck your pussy? Michelle’s a
nasty, naked, butt-fucking, cunt-licking little slut and she’s got cum all
over her. Maybe you’ll get cum in your butt-hole too.”
Michelle was tossing her head from side to side, moaning and grunting
as Diana and I filled both her holes. I couldn’t move, yet Michelle was
constantly moving her hips and ass, milking me with her tight asshole.
Diana was fucking harder and faster, and I could feel her rough ramming of
Michelle’s snatch through the thin walls. Michelle began to cry out, then
began to cum like she was on fire.
Michelle’s legs flung wide open and she leaned back against me as
Diana sucked her tits. Michelle’s legs wrapped around Diana, and she was
humping that plastic cock hard, dragging my cock in and out of her ass.
Her excitement took me along too.
“Cum in my ass! Fuck my asshole you prick! CUM IN MEEEE!” Michelle
shouted. Her moans and writhing body were too much and I began to cum. I
told them that I was cumming too.
“Here! I’m cumming!” I cried. “I’m gonna fill your ass full of sperm!
NOW!!”
My cock twitched and began spraying deep in her ass. Diana reached
down and tickled my balls with her fingernails, making me drain them into
Michelle’s tight butt. Michelle kept rocking and shuddering between us,
and then she gasped loudly and went stiff all over. When Michelle stopped
a few moments later, she lay against me, limp as a rag doll.
Diana got up, and after a moment, she grabbed Michelle by the
shoulders and pulled her roughly off of me. My cock plopped out of
Michelle’s asshole, and she cried out at it’s sudden removal. “sit down
there you cum-covered slut!”, Diana said, pushing Michelle into a chair.
“And don’t you get the chair all gooey or you’ll lick it off!”
I looked at Michelle, and she was even prettier now. Her hair was
wildly toussled, her tits glistened with sweat, and her cunt gaped at me
with the outline of her entrance clearly visible. Her face showed a nice
flush, and her flat stomach was corded yet soft.
Diana came back with a washcloth, and roughly cleansed my cock and
balls several times. She stood over me on the coffee table, looking down.
I looked up at her. “Now it’s MY turn!”, she said. “Lay down!”
I leaned back, the table supporting my back, not my head. Diana
stepped off the table and straddled my face. She pulled the strap away
from her crotch. Above me was the prettiest, shaved cunt I’d ever seen!
Her cunt was an open flower, glistening wetly, the lips spread wide open
and pink. The skin was smooth, fair, and unblemished, and her clit was
clearly protruding. She lowered her steaming twat towards my lips, and I
eagerly began licking her slit greedily.
“Oohhh yeah! Lick me slave!”, she hissed. “Lick that hot, wet snatch,
suck my cunt. Tongue fuck my quim, my twat, my CUNT!”
I was licking, sucking and fucking her with my tongue, pointing it
and making it hard, then shoving it up her hole and wriggling it around.
Diana’s pussy was sopping wet, and her creamy juices were making my face
slick. She began rubbing her twat back and forth, holding her fingers to
either side of her throbbing clit. I lapped at her little bud, and she
ground her cunt into my face, holding the back of my head with her hands.
She began to cum, and I could feel her pussy contracting and pulsing
in my face. I stopped licking her clit, instead, pressing my tongue to her
entrance and let her enjoy her sensations. After she stopped, she stood
on unsteady legs, and looked down at me. “Not bad.” She said calmly, “For
a man.”

Cooking For Mistress

Administrator — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 15:43:45 +0000

Mistress,
It is a long drive home, even longer because I take my time. I
can’t go into my apartment until my roomates have gone to bed.
While I realize that I am being punished, I have no desire to
explain my condition to my brother or to confront his girlfriend “au-
naturele”.

Lesson One has been learned the hard way. “Restrain yourself
in the presence of your Mistress”. If you had wanted me to pleasure
you I would have been told to do so. I overstepped my bounds, and
will work to control myself in the future.

The collar around my neck feels strangely comfortable. I am
pleased that you thought I have served someone before. Truth is you
are the first woman I have let fully dominate me. I could easily
pick the lock and free myself from its constraint, but I do not want
to. For some reason that I have yet to fathom, I do not want to
breach your trust. I have so much to learn about pleasing a woman
and I know that you will teach me well.

I have trouble sleeping. My cock aches for relief, and as much
as I feel like masturbating I don’t. I remember back to one of the
earliest messages I recieved from you on the board. It is no longer
my cock it is yours. Somehow I feel relieving myself will be
breaching your trust. I am confused as to why that is so important
to me. When sleep finally overtakes me, I find myself reliving the
events of the day.

It is Saturday morning and my sleep is broken by a phone call
from you. I am to be at your house at 5pm sharp, not sooner, not
later. I am to clean the house, do the laundry that is in the
basket and be prepared to show you what redeeming domestic value I
have.

I clean up and get to the task at hand. At 5pm sharp, I arrive
at your house with my bag of goodies. As soon as I enter I remove
my clothes and hang them in the closet. I put on the apron I
purchased to protect myself as I do my chores, and hope that you
will not disapprove of it.

I start dinner before setting to clean the house. The basket
of clothing that I was told to launder turns out to be all panties
and lingerie. I do not dare risk washing them in the machine, so I
set to the task of hand washing them all. I hang them in the
bathroom and pray that they will be dry before you return home. I
have no doubts that panties drying in the shower will be
unacceptable.

I set the table for one. Tonight you will dine by
candlelight. I have prepared a simple dinner, french onion soup au
gratin, a small salad, fresh bread, white wine and for desert
chocolate ice cream and cappocino, but hope you will approve. In
front of your place setting there is a single red rose, in a bud
vase. On the plate is a small gift wrapped box.

I am rather pleased with myself, until the front door opens and
I remember the lingerie hanging to dry. You call my name and I am
removing my apron as I come to you. I can tell that you are pleased
by what you see, but my face has given away that I have done
something wrong.

You pull me to you and kiss me on the cheek. “Perhaps, little
boy, I will keep you after all. Wait here while I see what you have
accomplished.”

You return without saying a word about the bathroom. “You may
serve dinner, now.” I help you with the chair and you notice the
gift. Opening it you find a leather leash. You smile and reach out
to give my cock a gentle stroke, and I know that it is going to be a
long night.

Femdom Story

Administrator — Tue, 08 Jan 2008 18:09:46 +0000

After what seemed like hours you finally hear me come
through the door. After that, nothing. You know I’m in the house
but you can’t hear where I am. You suddenly feel a presence
behind you but you discount it as your imagination but the
feeling persists and you start feeling scared. You feel two
rubber-clad hands gently grasp your head where the lower jaw
connects with your skull. You know better than to speak or move.
I rotate your head 90 degrees and you feel two soft lips pressed
to yours as a sweet tasting tounge sweeps through your mouth and
just as quickly the tounge and lips leave and your head is
returned to the forward position. You feel two clothed arms wrap
around your shoulders and my soft lips nibbling on your ear.

“Stay perfectly still, little boy, and you’ll be just fine,”
I whisper in your ear, followed by a quick tounge flick. I then
sit on your lap — you sense what feels like a leather skirt –
and rest one arm over your shoulder while my other hand is
stroking your thigh and hip — avoiding your very rigid penis. I
gently press my cheek to yours and say, “You did pretty well for
a boy except you didn’t put ‘hospital corners’ on the bed so I’ll
have to punish you for that. Mrs. Schueler next door said that
she saw you take out the trash wearing only a dish towel over
your crotch. She liked what she saw, and so do I. Come, time to
have a bit of fun!”

I hop up off your lap and order you to get on your hands and
knees. You do as you are told and instinctively spread your legs
wide apart. “Very good, Slave, I see you’ve done this before,”
say right before a on your buttocks. “What do
you say, Slave?”

“Thank you, Mistress, may I have another!”

“ Thank you, Mistress, may I have another!”

“That’s enough for now, slave. When you come back tomorrow,
I will expect everything to be perfect or you’ll wish you were’nt
here. Now, close your eyes as I remove the blindfold. It’s
about time you saw your Mistress, who you will be serving.”

I stand in front of you and remove the blindfold. I tell
you to open your eyes and slowly rise and behold me. First thing
you see when you open your eyes are my black leather (low heel)
shoes and black stockings. As you rise to your knees, you follow
my stockings up until they stop about two inches below my black
leather miniskirt but my black silk garters bridge the skin gap.
As you rise to your feet you see my slim, bare midriff between my
skirt and a tight-fitting knit black long sleeve halter top with
a crew neck. You see my nipples pressing against the fabric at
the tips of two beautifully shaped breasts. Your eyes wander up
to my face and gaze at my wavy shoulder-length light brown hair,
my two deep blue eyes, my petite nose, and my very kissable lips.
You are in awe of my angelic face on an angelic body dressed like
a harlot. I break your blank gaze at me by snapping the black
latex gloves off my hand and tossing them aside.

“What do you think,” I snarl.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh…” You babble.

“Shut up, slave, and put your hands on top of your head,” I
growl.

You wonder how such a sweet looking thing like me can take
such command over you instead of the other way around. I toss
your shirt at you from behind and order you to put it on. I then
come up behind you and attach a heavy leather belt around your
waist and buckle it in back with the click of a padlock. I then
buckle leather bonds to your wrists and padlock them to the rings
on their respective sides of the belt. To finish off the package
I attach a collar around your neck and lock it into place with a
little silver lock. I take you to a full length mirror so you
can admire yourself.

I can tell you like what you see because your cock is
standing straight out and jiggling away. “Slave, lay on the
floor on your back!” I command.

You have a bit of trouble but you manage it without damaging
the goods. I then straddle your head so you can see right up my
short miniskirt. I ask you what you see. You reply black
panties. I tell you they are black leather panties complete with
little cilia inside tickling my lips and twat. I tell you that
whenever I walk, sit, or even move my lower body, those little
cilia do their little dirty work on me. I tell you that someday
you will have the privilege to remove those panties and take over
for those little cilia but until that time you must prove to me
that you are as good as those little cilia. Since obviously
housework isn’t your speciality, I expect you to have a
speciality which will make my home life easer PLUS be able to
have my house perfectly clean or else your little friend between
your legs will never know what is under these panties.

I stand away from you and order you on your stomach. Again,
you have difficulty but only slightly damage the goods because it
kept getting in the way. You finally get into position with your
dick hanging between your spread legs. I unlock the belt and
wrist cuffs. I then order you to your feet. You stand before me
looking so crestfallen because you’re not getting any pussy
tonight.

“Aww, poor baby. Just to encourage good behaviour, I want
you to hold me close,” I purr. I put my arms around you with one
hand firmly grasping your ass while you slip one hand under my
top while the other pats my buttocks. We kiss passionately as we
trade tounges and our lips lock. I’m so busy kissing you and
feeling your ass that I don’t feel your hand sliding down my ass
and pull up slightly on my skirt and then tickle the crotch of my
panties.

“YOW!!” I squeal, jumping away from you but falling on my
face because your hand got caught in my hem. “Why you dirty
little boy! I’ll show you!” I laughingly scream. I order you up
against the wall on your back. I get out a sheer condom and a
big, fluffy feather.

I put the condom on you and then tell you that I’m gonna
show you how that felt. I take the feather and tickle your cock.
We’re both laughing to tears as you and your cock jiggle
violently while I’m tickling your friend. When you finally cum,
I remove and dispose of the cum filled condom as you lean against
the wall to rest. When I return I have regained most of my
composure and only have a big grin on my face.

“You are so beautiful and wonderful, Mistress,” you say
while giving your cock a rubdown.

“Get out,” I exclaim.

“What?”

“Get out. Don’t forget to come back tomorrow with cleaning
skills and some other domestic skill.”

“What about my pants and this collar?” you whine, your
laughter ceased.

“I have to punish you somehow. Your punishment is to go home
pantless and wearing a dog collar. Be thankful I don’t make you
go home totally naked with you hands cuffed in front of you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” you say heading for the door. But just
before you go over the threshold, I decide that maybe you should
go totally naked. You take off your shirt and head out to your
car and go home.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow, Slave,” I snarl to myself.

Being Slave Is Arousing

Administrator — Fri, 23 Nov 2007 14:41:29 +0000

I don’t know what hurt the most, the stinging power of her
big hand as it descended again and again with sledgehammer force
against my bare flesh or the realization that I, a grown man,
was being publicly spanked by this beautiful Amazon in front of
all our friends. Regardless, within moments I was screaming and
sobbing with pain and humiliation as I thrashed helplessly in her
steel grip, unable to even slow the tempo of her blows. How long
she continued to spank me I don’t know; all I remember is that
toward the end my body was engulfed in a swirling cauldren of
pain and I was sobbing and begging incoherently for her to stop.
Finally she did, lifting me off her lap and setting me on my feet
only to grip my buttocks again with a single hand that sent fiery
fingers of pain shooting through my body and march me, with my
feet barely touching the floor, to a corner of the room and stand
me there, facing the wall with my nose pushed firmly into the
corner. “For the rest of this night, little toy,” she told me
grimly, “you will stand in this corner with that blistered rear
of yours in plain sight for all the girls to see and play with,
and you will not take your eyes off that wall. Do you under-
stand?”
“Y-yes,” I sobbed. “Whatever you–you say.”
And so for the rest of that evening I stood there, facing
the wall, my nose firmly in the corner, with my pants and drawers
down around my ankles and my blistered rear exposed for all to
see and fondle. And they did, much to my physical and psycholog-
ical discomfort. Finally, after several hours, they left, and
Bonnie came over to the corner to get me. Sliding one arm around
my waist, she picked me up, tucked securely under her arm, and
carried me to the center of the room, where she stood me on my
feet in front of her, my eyes barely reaching to her shoulder in
the six inch heels she was wearing. Cupping my chin in her thumb
and forefinger, she tilted my head back, forcing me to look up at
her. “Now, little toy man,” she said grimly, “you’re going to
clean up this mess starting right now. And when you’ve finished,
I’d better be able to eat off the floor or you’ll get another
session across my knee that will make the last one feel like love
pats. I’ll be waiting for you upstairs when you’re finished, and
I don’t want to have to wait too long. So hop to it!” As she
turned to go, she hesitated. “And by the way, if you ever try to
hit me in public again, I’ll break you in two like the ten cent
toy you are. Any questions?”

Sensual Bondage

Administrator — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 15:23:03 +0000

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.

Femdom Lessons

Administrator — Wed, 15 Aug 2007 10:07:14 +0000

After I had regained my breath and some semblance of com-
posure, she asked me if I thought I could beat her at anything.
I told her that I had done some boxing in college, but that I
would never dream of fighting a girl. She laughed and asked,
“What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll clean your clock for you?” and
produced two pair of boxing gloves. I hesitated, but finally
decided this girl needed a lesson, so I put them on and we
squared off. Initially, she seemed content to fight defensively;
I used every trick I knew, but she was incredibly fast, and her
bobbing and weaving caused me to miss almost every punch I threw.
The few that were on target she easily slipped or blocked.
Finally, in desperation, I threw a roundhouse right, but she
stepped inside it and, taking the initiative, began peppering me
with jabs and hooks to my face and body that came with blurring
speed and sent me reeling backward.

Cruel Feminist

Administrator — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 16:09:31 +0000

I have always been into feminism. Being a feminist does not
mean that I am quite as radical as the other women in the
movement. But I do have one radical purpose in life, and that is
to make men my sex slaves.
It’s not that I hate men. On the contrary, I don’t think
that I could live without them. But on the other hand, I live
for the opportunity to have them serve me as their mistress. I
haven’t had any trouble finding males to do my bidding. I’ve got
a stable of four male slaves right now. They are only too happy
to come to me on their knees and do everything that I command of
them.
They know that their mistress craves satisfaction, and if
she does not receive it, my puny slaves will fell my wrath. I
don’t think that men are good for fucking a pussy. But they are
good for sucking a pussy! A man’s tongue can do things that an
ordinary penis cannot. It is more flexible, more able to dip
deep for my buried cunt treasure.
I won’t keep a man in my salve stable unless he can really
make me come. He as to give me a tongue fuck unlike anything
that I have ever experienced before. Of my four slaves, the most
sexually adept at licking my slit is Lenny. He works his tongue
like a master’s paintbrush. He has a special place in my slave
stable.
When Lenny comes over to my house for a typical session, the
first thing that I do is make him lick my glossy black patent
pumps. It is sort of a tongue exercise for him, to get his
tongue in working order for when he scours another part of my
anatomy.
Once my shoes are very shiny, I take a pair of handcuffs and
cuff his hands behind his back. Then I rip off his clothing and
cuff his ankles together as well. I strip down to my leather
corsette and nylons and take up a position clear across the room.
“Crawl over to your mistress, you puny slave,” I command.
Likely if I took up a position six miles down the road, Lenny
wouldn’t mind crawling to get his reward between by thighs. It
can be awkward with his hands behind his back like that. It’s
difficult for Lenny to keep his balance. I like to make it as
hard as possible. Men should suffer frustration before they get
to the pleasure.
It is a slow precess for Lenny. It usually takes him about
five minutes to ge to me. I further give him an ultimatum by
telling him that if he doesn’t get to me within six minutes then
he will be denied my slit and other forms of sexual pleasures for
the rest of the evening.
By the time that Lenny gets to me, my pussy is almost on
fire. My cunt is like a steam bath, my tender twat desperately
needing to be soothed. Lenny pushes his tongue against my
swollen pussylips and licks all over them before he enters my
cunt.
His tongue feels like a dagger as it penetrates my sex hole.
I tell him to lick like he means it, as I reach up and give a
hard yank on his hair. Sometimes I push his face so hard into my
crotch that the guy almost suffocates from lack of air.
Lenny’s tongue travels in a dozen directions as he does his
best to satisfy me. All the while I taunt him, telling him to
suck like he means it. He craves verbal abuse as if he’s a lousy
cunt licker. For five solid minutes, Lenny swills out my slit
until he brings me over the line into the world of orgasmic
release.
My slit really goes mushy as my cunt cream gushes onto his
tongue. I don’t want him to get too much of it, so after his
first mouthful, I push his head away from my slit, replacing it
with my fingers. I catch all of my sauce as it flows freely. I
lap up my own juice. Why should a slave enjoy my discharge like
that?
What I do to males my seem like cruel and unusual
punishment. That’s what I want it to be.

Lesbian Dominatrix Sex Story

Administrator — Sat, 04 Aug 2007 11:22:27 +0000

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.
When we added tickling to our bondage this opened a whole new
world of possibilities for me because we are both terribly tick-
lish and I don’t view tickling as inflicting pain. It seems that
the last little torture I dreamed up for her was the most out of
control she has ever been and showed her just how merciless I can
be given the right situation. Not to be upstaged, she was deter-
mined to show me that she hadn’t lost her touch when it came to
torturing me. She insisted on using the device I had designed.
Considering the amount of bondage in our sexual lives I didn’t
see that I really had much of a choice (besides I was kind of
excited about it), it was just a matter of time until she had me
in a position where I couldn’t resist. I agreed that she would
get her chance Friday night and so after our usual evening at the
gym we returned to my house with her toting along a bag of toys.

Soon after we got to my house Alex had me strip then grabbed
her bag of toys and led me down to the basement where we had
stored my famous torture stool. Once there she put leather cuffs
on my wrists and fastened them behind my back. She dragged the
stool out to the center of the basement play area and sat me in
it. Then she took two lengths of rope and attached them to screw
eyes about 7′ off the floor on the walls on either side of the
stool I was sitting in. The other ends of the ropes had snap
hooks which she attached to the cuffs on my wrists after releas-
ing them from behind my back. As she tightened the ropes, draw-
ing my arms up and out, I began to get the idea, she wanted to be
able to get to the areas under my arms and along the sides of my
chest. She seemed proud of her little innovation and I knew I
was in trouble. Using two more lengths of rope, she bound my
ankles back along the sides of the stool as high as she could.
It was hard to keep from swaying forward but she soon had a fix
for that. She put a 3″ wide leather strap across my back below
my shoulder blades, ran it under my arms, over my shoulders and
buckled it behind my head. Standing on the rungs of the stool,
she attached a length of rope to an overhead screw eye and then
tied the other end to the D ring on the strap across my back.
She attached another piece of rope to the D-ring but just let it
hang behind me. Now I was curious, I was certain she was going
to attach it to the back of the stool to hold me down as I had
done with her.

My repeated questions earned me a piece of tape over my
mouth. Now that I was quite helpless to change the course of the
evening she promised me that my ordeal would be something that I
wouldn’t soon forget. She slowly removed her clothes while
fondling my body and stroking my pussy. When she was completely
naked, and had driven me to the brink of orgasm, she picked up my
10″ dildo and pulled a directors chair over in front of me and
sat in it. She told me that if I squirmed around and brought
myself to orgasm that my next orgasm would be with her working on
my breasts with a riding crop. Sliding down into the chair, she
put her legs up over the arm rests presenting me with a good view
of her pussy. While I watched she slowly worked the dildo into
her pussy and began fucking herself with it while fingering her
clit. As she worked on herself she went into vivid detail about
what it was going to be like to be tickle tortured in my current
position. I was beginning to wonder how good an idea it was to
let her tie me this way, my earlier excitement was giving way to
a feeling of apprehension. It wasn’t long before she had brought
herself to orgasm. When she had calmed down she got out of the
chair, picked up a small wooden dowel and came over to me holding
up the moist dildo and telling me that it was now my turn. She
reached under the stool and I felt the dildo slid up under me
until the tip was touching my pussy lips. Using two fingers to
part my pussy lips, she worked the dildo into me until I thought
it wouldn’t go any further then she pushed it a little deeper.
Taking the dowel, she pinned the dildo into place on the under-
side of the stool. I now knew what she had felt like when I had
put her into this position, every move I made caused my muscles
to grip the dildo that was impaling me. She laughed at the
expression on my face and told me that that was just a start.

From her bag of toys she removed a gag with a 6″ dildo on it,
the gag was designed to go in the mouth and leave the dildo free
to be used for fucking. At first I couldn’t see why she would
use a gag like that on me since I was in no position to use the
dildo on her. Then out came the tube of KY and as she began
greasing the dildo my stomach dropped out. She was going to put
it in my ass! I knew it was useless but I screamed and struggled
anyway. She seemed to love my reaction and with a wicked grin
she moved around behind me carrying the greased dildo. I tried
to rock my weight back so she couldn’t get to my asshole but she
put her weight into me and forced me to lean forward then I felt
the cold tip of the dildo enter my ass. I knew from experience
that fighting it would only make it hurt more so I stopped my
struggling and relaxed and let her slid the dildo into my ass.
When she had it completely in me she used a leather thong to tie
the gag to the top of the stool. She then tied the rope hanging
from the D ring to the back leg of the stool while explaining to
me that she was leaving plenty of slack so I would get the full
effect of both dildos moving in and out of me when I raised up
off the stool. I was now completely stuffed, I could feel the
two dildos rubbing against each other within my body. My feeling
of dread was rapidly increasing, I could still vividly remember
Alex bouncing around on the dildo while I tickled her. She stood
in front of me now and admired her work then she told me she
wanted me to know what it was going to be like when I struggled
and reached forward and tickled my ribs. I had never been fucked
in my ass and pussy at the same time before and the feeling of
both dildos moving in and out of me as I jumped was like nothing
I imagined. She said I should see the look on my face when I
moved then she produced a long feather and placed it in the
directors chair in front of me. She peeled the tape off my
mouth, stepped up on a rung on the stool and kissed me then
pointed to the feather and said “Think about it lover”. I was
already begging as she left the basement.

She gave me a while to think about what was going to happen
as I had done with her. The time alone was quite effective, it
gave me an opportunity to see just how helpless I was and to
think about all the things she could do to me in this position.
I tried to work my wrists out of the cuffs but she had been
careful to tighten them correctly and every move I made reminded
me of the dildos that were in me. When she returned she told me
she wasn’t going to gag me yet. She wanted to hear me scream the
way she had screamed and when I got too loud she would use the
same technique I did with the inflatable gag. Then she remarked
that I seemed to be sweating a little, was I nervous? Using the
long feather she started at the insides of my knees and, despite
my pleading, quickly worked her way up my inner thighs. By the
time she had reached my stomach my eyes were watering so much I
couldn’t see, I was laughing hysterically and bouncing around on
the dildos that impaled me. Before she could get to my ribs I
had my first orgasm and thought I was going to pass out. At this
point she stopped and got out the inflatable gag. She made a
show of making sure it was fully deflated while reminding me that
I had tortured her through six orgasms and that I still had 5 to
go. I refused to let her put the gag in my mouth and tried to
bargain with her, if she would remove the dildo from my ass I’d
let her gag me. This didn’t work very well, she stepped around
behind me and, grabbing a handful of hair, pulled my head back
until she could force the gag in. After strapping the gag on she
changed to a short stiff feather and started in on my ribs. I
had completely lost any sense of time, all I was aware of was the
feather traveling over my ribs and up into my arm pits, the
dildos moving in and out of me, the sweat running down my body
and my screams. After pumping up the gag a little she got a good
laugh out of the way I rode the dildos while she tickled my ass
cheeks and the crack of my ass. Finally she changed to a small
paint brush, one of the most devious tickle torture implements we
had come up with. She pumped the gag up to fully fill my mouth
and let me know that she hadn’t forgot about my feet and toes.
When she started on my feet I thought I would die, I couldn’t
think straight, I couldn’t scream through the gag and I couldn’t
control the spasms running through my body. My eyes were so
teared that I couldn’t see, my awareness was limited to the brush
traveling over my feet, the dildos moving inside me, the uncon-
trollable spasms running through me, sweat running off my body
and blurs of color in front of my eyes.

The torture seemed to go on forever, when she stopped again I
wasn’t sure how many orgasms I had had but I knew I had had
several violent ones. When my eyes cleared she was standing in
front of me watching me. She ran her hands over my sweaty body
and told me that she had one other torment in mind for me and
that my fighting her attempts to gag me had convinced her that
she should use it. She untied the small dildo from the stool and
removed it from my ass then she unpinned the larger one and slid
it out of me. I was getting quite sore and I was glad to have
the dildos removed but I was afraid of what she might have in
mind for me. Alex has her sadistic spells as I have my masochis-
tic ones and I was certain she was planning to cause me some
pain. Out of her bag of toys she produced a Japanese sewing
clamp to which she attached a short leather thong then she at-
tached a spring and a large weight to the other end of the thong.
She held the clamp with its attachments up in front of my eyes
and asked me if I remembered how she had used this on me before.
Nodding “yes”, I closed my eyes and waited for what I knew was
next. When I felt her fingers expose my swollen clit I couldn’t
help but remember the time she had tied me standing spread eagle
and attached a clamp with a weighted spring to my clit then
whipped me. She was very gentle when she closed the clamp on my
clit and positioned the thong so that the weight and spring hung
off the edge of the stool. But I knew that when I started to
struggle again the bouncing weight would take its toll on my
clit. I knew she was going to whip me but I wasn’t prepared for
the doubled up piece of neoprene tubing that she produced from
her bag. It had been a while since she had really inflicted
heavy pain on me, this was going to be one of those times.

Though I knew what to expect from a whipping, I wasn’t ready
for the pain the tubing could inflict. When the first lash
landed across the exposed part of my ass I think I screamed
louder than ever before. Everytime I jerked from a lash of the
whip, my clit would be mercilessly tugged by the bouncing weight
and spring. She delivered a total of ten lashes across my ass
while telling me how much my struggles and muffled screams excit-
ed her. When she stepped around in front of me I could see that
she was working on her clit with her left hand and I knew she
would work me over until she came. She brushed my left breast
with the tubing and smiled as I frantically shook my head “no”.
When the first lash landed on my breast it triggered one of the
most violent orgasms I think I’ve ever had. I don’t remember
struggling very much while she continued whipping my breasts, I
just remember the sound of the whip, the pain in my breasts and
my screaming. She had delivered eight slow lashes, five to my
left breast and three to my right, before she brought herself to
orgasm and collapsed into the chair in front of me. I think the
weighted clamp on my clit was wasted at this point, I hardly
noticed its tugging during the whipping, all my senses were
centered on the impact of the tubing with my breasts. Having
your breasts whipped with a small diameter plastic tube is some-
thing a woman will not easily forget, hardly any marks are left
but the pain is tremendous.

When Alex had recovered, she removed the clamp from my clit,
the gag from my mouth and took me down off the stool. I was so
weak and sore I could hardly walk. She helped me up the stairs
and put me into a hot bath while she cleaned up downstairs and
took a shower in the other bathroom. When she returned she
dragged me out of the bath, helped me dry off then took me to
bed. That was several days ago and I’m still sore from the
ordeal she put me through. As I said before, I’m not much into
inflicting pain on Alex but I’m considering giving her a taste of
her own medicine. I’m still looking for a few good ideas but now
I’m willing to consider things that are a little more sadistic
than tickling although probably nothing too serious. Any good
ideas out there??

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