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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.

Gorgeous mistress does a slave

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 ...dis....any..thing...don'"

Eager slaveboy

Wednesday, October 29th, 2008

"I'll deal with your fucking tits!" I roared, in a sexual rage now, and smashed her hands out of the way with my fists before mercilessly beating her bruised tits until they were swollen to almost twice normal size and had turned blue-black. Then I hit her low down in the stomach and followed it up with a hard right hand smash to the side of her mouth. This last blow knocked her head sharply to one side, splitting her lip again and blood splattered across the carpet.

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.

Online bondage story

Sunday, June 8th, 2008

I had never been an actual slave in “real life”, although I had had
strong fantasies about being a slave for just about as long as I could
remember. I have a very submissive nature, especially around someone who
is able to bring out that side of me. This story is about a Mistress I
Mistress R. was my online Mistress. We had never actually met; we
only corresponded through the email on a local BBS. All I knew about her
was what I could read in her “bio”. She was 33 years old, 5′9″ tall and
weighed 140 pounds. She was married and had red hair. Most of the other
answers in her bio were normal enough, but under a question about
personality types, she had selected “dominant”. Of course, with my
submissive side, I had to write to her and explore just what she meant by
that answer, and I was happy to learn that she liked to fantasize about
being a Mistress. Based on this, we soon formed an online relationship
with her as the Mistress and me as the slave. (more…)

Immediate erection

Friday, February 29th, 2008

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.”

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…)

Move In With Mistress

Tuesday, October 16th, 2007

Several times when we were
standing at a bar and a stool vacated next to us, she would reach
down, slide one hand under my buttocks and lift me effortlessly
off the floor to place me on the empty stool, much to the amuse-
ment of the others in the bar and to my embarrassment. When I
would plead with her to be a little more discreet, she would
laugh and asked me what I thought I could do about it, and I
could only lapse into helpless silence.
Finally my savings gave out and, when my landlord was
threatening to evict me, I tearfully pleaded with Bonnie to let
me keep enough money to at least pay my bills. Instead, she an-
nounced that I would move in with her and become her housemaid
and personal, live-in playtoy, and that for the privilege of
sharing her quarters and giving her my paycheck every week, I
would be obliged to take care of her home after work. She paid
off the balance of my rent and other bills, sold my few pieces of
furniture and moved me in with her. Although I was initially
concerned that my body could not stand on a daily basis the kind
of treatment to which she had been subjecting me each week, she
obviously had the same concern, for on week nights she contented
herself with lifting, tickling and fondling me, and only occasi-
onally making love to me, but always being careful not to hurt
me. Only on weekends did she give me the full treatment.

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.

Bondage Femdom

Wednesday, October 3rd, 2007

She would make me spend Saturdays
helping her clean her apartment, and Saturday nights she would
take me out, either to dinner or to a movie before taking me to
my apartment, tossing me into my bed and raping me a couple more
times for good measure, leaving me Sunday to recover from my
ordeal. To make matters worse, after several weeks she started
taking me out with her friends, to whom she would brag about how
easily she could beat me up and rape me at will, paying no
attention to how embarrassing her boasts were to me. After a
while, her friends made no secret of their contempt for me,
referring to me as “Bonnie’s battered boyfriend” or “Bonnie’s
love toy.”

Femdom Sexuality

Sunday, September 2nd, 2007

She grinned at my helplessness. “Can’t you guess? You
know, beating you up really turned me on in a big way. And that
soft, sexy little body of yours–well, it’s enough to drive a
girl wild. I damn near raped you just carrying you up here. But
now that I’ve got you in bed, baby, I’m going to bang you like
you’ve never been banged before. And you’re going to love every
minute of it.”
I gasped in dismay. That would be the final blow. Being
raped by a girl! The thought sent chills down my spine. “That–
that’s impossible!” I croaked.
She laughed. “Wanta bet? I’ll bet you your paycheck I can
do anything I want to with you. Watch!”
Still holding my wrists pinned behind my head with one hand
and my crotch firmly in the grip of her other hand, she lowered
her head to capture my mouth with her own in a crushing french
kiss that took my breath away. Then, before I could recover, she
was biting and kissing my face and neck with a passion that
amazed me. As she did so, I felt the hand cupping my crotch
start to massage and stroke me intimately, tickling the inside of
my thighs and caressing my testicles while I struggled helplessly
in her grip.

Femdom Lessons

Wednesday, August 15th, 2007

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.

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…)

Female Domination Story

Wednesday, August 1st, 2007

I awoke with a jerk, and quickly looked around. I was no longer tied up
and was free to move around. The girls were not in the room, and I got
up and started to look for them. They were no where around! Not in the
house or outside it! Linda’s car was also gone, but Cathy’s van was
still there but no keys. Not knowing just what to do, I returned to
the house, and went into the kitchen to eat. On the counter next to a
full pot of coffee, was a note….. (more…)

Bitchy Dominatress

Sunday, July 29th, 2007

You went to the college mixer without expecting a lot. You knew that
your roommate was away for the weekend, but as you didn’t have a date set up,
you figured on a lonely weekend.

Then Dave came up and introduced himself to you. He was very
hansome, in a sort of Steve Guttenberg way, Curly Black hair, good
muscles, and his tight jeans gave you a good view of his ass. After asking
you to dance he begins coming on strong. You decide, What the hell, and
mention that you have your apartment to yourself for the weekend. Even
the Family that lives downstairs in the house is away visiting relatives. (more…)

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Saturday, August 5th, 2006

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