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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 care...baby ...dis....any..thing...don't..care....do..me..."

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.

Claire Adams electrocutes slave dick

Wednesday, September 10th, 2008

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Wet opening

Saturday, August 2nd, 2008

“More!” She was shouting now, “Beat me some more, you bastard!”
Well, I really laid into her this time, thumping her really hard in her
tits about ten times before hitting her twice in the stomach. This made
her jump up until her head was almost upright, so I knocked her back
with my other fist, before wading in with both fists until her face was
a bloody mess.

Suddenly her body started to shudder violently. I couldn’t believe
it! After the pasting I had just given her, she was having one of the
most intense orgasms I’ve ever witnessed. It took about a minute before
her spasms slowed then stopped altogether. She then lifted her hands to
her breasts and winced as she tweaked the bruised nipples into erection.
Now her legs stretched open wider, making her puffy labia part to reveal
her very wet opening.

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.

Slave With A Hardon

Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008

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.

Cooking For Mistress

Tuesday, January 15th, 2008

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. (more…)

Male Slave

Thursday, November 29th, 2007

N–no,” I said, and started cleaning up the mess. When I
was finished, I went upstairs, where she made me sleep at the
foot of her bed, under her heel where, as she had said earlier, I
belonged. For the entire next week, as further punishment for my
attempted rebellion, she forced me to satisfy her with oral sex,
permitting me absolutely no sexual pleasure or satisfaction whatsoever. When she finally did relent and take me to bed with her,
however, she gave me orgasm after orgasm at heights I had never
before experienced, even at her hands, and by the time she had
finished all I wanted was to please her and to be taken into her
body and become a part of her.
We have lived together ever since. Contrary to what she
said that night, she has never tired of me, at least not yet.
And I am content to be the male love toy of my beautiful, Amazonian mistress.

Being Slave Is Arousing

Friday, November 23rd, 2007

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?”

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.

Shame and red cheeks

Sunday, November 4th, 2007

Beet red, I tried to spin away from her. “Bonnie,
please…” But her hand slid around my hips and forced itself
between my thighs to firmly encase my crotch and again lift me an
inch or two off the floor. And this time her voice had an edge
to it. “Tell Jeannie what you are to me,” she said again. “And
don’t make me tell you a third time.”
My voice quivering with embarrassment, I said quietly, “I’m
your playtoy.”
“My LITTLE playtoy. Right?”
I nodded, looking at the floor. “Yes. Your little playtoy.”
Bonnie chuckled and turned to face her friend. “See? Even
he knows what he is. And he loves every minute of it. Don’t
you, Baby Buns.”
Redfaced with shame, I nodded humbly.

Rebel Against Her Will

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007

Nevertheless, I still found myself rebelling against her
fondling me in public, and the matter came to a head one night,
after I had been living with her about six weeks, when she was
entertaining her friends at her home. I was circulating through
the crowd serving drinks and hors d’oeuvres when I heard one of
Bonnie’s girl friends asking her when she was going to marry me.
Bonnie threw back her head and roared with laughter. “Marry
him!” she exclaimed. “Why should I marry him? I own him! He’s
my little toy. You don’t marry a toy; you play with it, and when
you get bored with it you throw it away.” Turning to me, where I
was serving drinks several feet away, she said, “Isn’t that
right, Baby Buns?”
I put the tray down and went over to her. “I didn’t hear
that,” I said.
She chuckled, put one arm around my waist and pulled me
against her. “I made up a little poem about you, Baby Buns. Want
to hear it?”
I flushed. “Well, I don’t know…”

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.

Sexual Bet

Wednesday, September 12th, 2007

Finally, after what seemed like hours, she let me up, forced
me to sign my weekly paycheck over to her as payment for the bet
she had made me (I didn’t recall accepting her bet, but with my
left arm twisted up behind my back I really had no choice),
helped me to get dressed and guided me on unsteady feet to the
door. As I opened the door she suddenly put her arms around my
waist and pulled me forward, crushing me against her and bending
me backward in a french kiss that took my breath away. Then,
stooping slightly, she wrapped her arms around my hips and
straightened, lifting me several inches off the floor, and backed
me against the door, looking up at me with a smile decorating her
lovely face. “You were good tonight, baby,” she said softly.
“So I’ll pick you up after work next Friday and we can spend next
weekend having some more fun. Wouldn’t you like that?”
I gasped. “I–I don’t know…” I stammered.
She chuckled. “I do. I’ll pick you up next Friday.
Bodily, if necessary.” She set me down and, with a pat on my
backside, sent me on my way.

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…)

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Tuesday, July 24th, 2007

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