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Factory Fun

davesmistress — Thu, 29 Jan 2015 21:09:15 UTC

Author: Playmate89
Factory Fun
chris.nsk@hotmail.co.uk

'Bump' 'Bump' 'Bump' 'Bump' 'Bump' it is dark, damp and even more
uncomfortable than one would imagine being tied up in the back of a van
I thought. At least we seamed to be slowing down now, the bumps had
become less violent and I was no longer sliding from one side of the
van to the other.

She had beautiful long dark hair, an intoxicating aroma and a evil grin
to bring any man to his knees. I didn't even know her name yet I just
knew that she had put me in the back of this van, text my wife I was
going to be away on a last minute business long weekend. Dressed me up
in slutty outfits, given me a bottle of 'water' which was actually just
a weeks collection of her spit and that was all I had to keep myself
hydrated in the hot summer sun.

When I arrived she took me out of the van and made me walk into an old
glue factory. She chucked me a butt plug and a chastity cage. 'Put them
on' she calmly ordered. 'When I have finished with you today, IF indeed
I finish with you today all the glue in this old factory couldn't
repair your self esteem.

She carefully tied me up, being careful not to touch 'such a pathetic
maggot' and there I was tied, unable to move with a cage on my cock and
a plug in my ass on the dusty floor with mistress towering above me.

'RULES for MAGGOTS'

'Your cock is tiny, worthless and as such will remind locked up so it is
no harm to women kind. Your poor wife the things she has put up with
for all these years.'

'But don't worry slave, whilst your're here, I've got some hunky, big
dicked men going round to finish all those jobs your never did. Once
they've finished being the men you wife needs she will drop to her
knees and suck of the biggest dicks she has seen. Shortly after she
will do things for them she has never done for you. You sweet innocent
wife will change for good.'

'And you cannot do a thing about it, become instead of protecting your
wife you are here, cock in a cage, tied up drinking my spit.'

Then she did something I didn't expect. She stepped over me, bent down
about an inch above my face and showed me her ass and her vagina. She
has never shown me those before and oh my how beautiful they were. 'I
have never done this before and you will likely never see this again
but I am doing this so you know how to please your wife.'

Then she pushed and massive really massive amounts of cum started to
dribble out of her vagina and ass all over my face! It didn't take long
and I looked like a bukkakke bitch. She stood up and 'SNAP' took a
photo of my cum smothered face.

She then kicked me onto my front and removed my plug, in replacement she
slowly inserted her heal. Although thinner than the plug is was deeper
and the way she slower slid it in and out, in and out. She said 'Can
you feel that? A thin rod slowly trying to make love to you? Welcome to
your wifes world! The poor woman has had years of frustration built up
feeling sex but not being able to gain any pleasure from it.'

I'm not sure if it was the rapidly drying bull cum on my face, the spit
in my mouth, the fact my arse was involuntary making love to a high
heel or the knowledge my wife was enjoying other men and no knew what
was out there! Oh and the photo 'SNAP' another photo what are these
for!

Before you know a thing you start groaning and OH MY GOD you start to
cum within the cage! It is both ruined due to the pain and frustrating!

Not long after she removes her heel, wipes it under your nose and
leaves. Not before saying that only a true loser cums at that level of
humiliation.

I can't find my clothes? She has my clothes! Great so now I have to walk
home/hail a lift covered in someone else's cum on my face, my own
chastity cages dripping with my own frustrations, the smell of own arse
under my nose, and NOW no clothes!

I'm not sure how I am supposed to live this one down!

The Violation and Domination of Valerie Miles: Part V

msatyr — Wed, 27 Mar 2013 18:49:21 UTC

The Violation and Domination of Valerie Miles: Part V Valerie had been held in captivity by Galloway and Ramon for over a month, and apart from the rape and toruture they have treated her fairly well. Her beautiful 34C breasts had some bruises from her torture and her ass showed some contusions as well, but otherwise she remained in good shape because of Ramon's insistence or her running and muscle toning exercise. Ramon continued to fuck her once or twice every day. Sometimes she would ask him to fuck her more, but he usually refused with a smile. He had trained her to take at least a ten inch cock down her throat for several seconds before coming up for air, and he had been able to get her to ride the ten inch dildo in her cunt and the nine inch dildo in her ass at the same time on the horse. She had learned to enjoy the anal fuck as well in the time she had been held in the cabin. One evening after a light supper Ramon informed her that she would be tortured before a paying audience of men that night. He told her that she would wear a very thin chemise that would barely cover her breasts and ass. He told her to give her cunt a fresh shave so that it would be totally bare for the torture audience to appreciate, and to put some pink rouge on her nipples to accentuate their appeal. Later Ramon led her out clad only in the very sheer chemise before an audience of about twenty older men. Most of them looked to Valerie to be 40 to 60 years of age. They had been given some sort of toga like garment to wear so that their cocks were allowed to be available for masturbation Ramon had noted to her when he came to fetch her. Ramon placed her in the middle of the torture room and the audience gathered in a cirlce around her as he strapped her hands in leather straps and lifted them high above her head and attached to "O" rings in the ceiling. Her stretched body pulled the chemise up so that it showed the bottom of her beautiful round ass cheeks and almost uncovered her cunt lips. "Now, gentlemen, you will witness the beautiful and delectable Valerie have the garment that barely covers her vulnerable and lovely naked young body slowly stripped from her by the action of this bull whip. I shall use the whip on her so that it will not seriously mark her lovely torso. A few red streaks will result but nothing to mar her voluptuous tits, belly, or ass. Only when I have stripped her with this whip will the real torture begin. You will be able to witness her horrible distress as I put her to very severe tests of the limits of her pain and pleasure," Ramon announced to the leering audience. Ramon took the whip in his hand and began to apply it to Valerie's sheer shemise. He started at the top wrapping the whip around her breasts and back. In only three lashes he had stripped the thin cloth off her beautiful pear shaped tits. Several of the men in the audience had already started stroking their cocks to erections. With the top part of the chemise stripped from the helpless girl, the audience could see that her body had been stretched up so high that her rib cage was pushing against her sides. Her roughed nipples were taut and erect to their full one half inch length. In a few more lashes Ramon had stripped the chemise off her lovely flat belly revealing her deep set navel. The sheer garment now held up over by her jutting ass as she squirmed and screamed at each last even though Ramon's skillful handling of the lash had left almost no marks on her almost alabaster skin. She was writhing and thrusting her breasts upward as he applied the bull whip to the remaining shreds of the garment. The chemise had been stripped away so that it barely covered her ass cheeks and shaven cunt. With a final few light lashes the cloth finally slid down her lovely ass and she spread her legs and stopped it from fully uncovering her beautiful cunt lips. The garment hung just below the curve of her ass and only an inch above her sex. Her ass cheeks were spread open so that the men standing at her back were able to see her anus and just the slightest part of her sweet pussy lips. They began to cheer and yell, "Strip it all off the cunt." Ramon smiled and pulled the whip back and responded, "You want to see the bitch totally naked?" "Yes," the men cried in unison. "What would you like to do to the body of this beautiful damsel?" he asked, still holding the whip. Some of the men responded rather sheepishly, "Fucking torture her to death." "We can't do that to one so beautiful, but we can torture her enough to make her wish we would. Would none of you like to fuck her ass, cunt and mouth? To sodomize her, to push your hard cocks in her anus and spill your jism in her guts? To force your cock all the way to her tonsils? To impregnate her womb?Would none of you like to see her impaled on a black man's twelve inch cock? Next week you can see that here as well." Ramon then deftly stripped away the final shreds of the chemise to reveal Valerie's nude body totally.And then he spread her legs wide open and strapped them to rings in the floor. The helpless girl now stood fully exposed to the lustful stares of the audience, her rib cage stretched taut toward the ceiling, her breasts jutting out from her slender frame, and her round firm ass proudly displayed for their eyes. "Now, Valerie, I am going to put my hand in your tight vulva and fist fuck you for the first time in your life for these fuckers. They would all like to do the same I am sure," Ramon said. With is left hand he grabbed her right tit and crushed it in his hand as he inserted his hand slowly into her pussy lips. She gasped as he pushed his hand into her up to the wrist. She felt his fist doubling up in her vagina and he pumped his arm up into her to the cervix slowly but firmy. She opened her mouth groaning in agony as he had his fist in her two or three inches above his wrist. He began to fist fuck her harder as she screamed and writhed. She felt a combination of horrible pain with a tinge of pleasure, and she surprized herself by become sexually aroused despite the pain. She began to push her belly down to meet his fist as it thrust upwards. "Look at that, gentlemen, the slut is starting to enjoy being fisted. Do you want more of this, Valerie?" "NO, NO, yeesss, give me more. Then fuck me hard with your cock." Ramon responded by slugging his fist into her cervix with such force that it took her breath away. He gave her a few more thrusts before he pulled his fist out of her dripping cunt and forced her to lick her own cunt juice from his hand as he stroked and squeezed each of her tits and pinched her nipplesl He then turned away from her and walked around her addressing the cirlced men many of whom were vigorously stroking their erect penises by now. He told them that he would now proceed with the torture of the beauty which they had paid so dearly to see. He released Valerie from the straps around her arms and ankles, and lowered a chain from the ceiling with a crank. The chain had a strong steel rod with two narrow leather belts attached. Valerie stood staring at the floor as Ramon put each belt around one of her breasts and tighted it securely around the base of the firm orbs. When he had the breasts secured tightly so that the breasts were turning red from the severe constriction, he put a ball gag in her mouth and secured her hands behind her back with handcuffs. He then turned the crank and raised Valerie on the chain a foot off the floor by her breasts. The audience heard the muffled scream in spite of the ball gag as she threw her head bac in pain. Ramon smiled as he pulled each of her legs back behind her bending her knees and placed a two foot separator bar between the legs and cuffed it on and cuffed her legs back behing her to the bar. This had the effect of exposing her asshole and cunt to view while also increasing the stress on Valerie's body. She was moaning as the saliva dripped down on her chest. Next, he raised the chain so that she was two or three feet from the floor as she dangled by her constricted breasts, her breasts forced to accept the downward drag of her 105 pound body. To add to her discomfort he shoved her body so that it swung by her tits to and fro. She felt as it her tits would be torn from her body. "Now my friends, we will discover how much pain the helpless, tortured Valerie can take. I will be applying electrical shocks to her tits, navel ass and cunt with this electrified stainless steel rod that resembles a little a cattle prod but specially created by a torture artist friend of mine in Mexico to be pushed deep into the vagina and anus for optimum effect upon the female body. I will apply it to her clitoris first at the lowest level which should have the effect of producing a spasm of pleasure to her body to arouse her so that she will enjoy being fucked by the shocking steel cock when I penetrate her deep in her cunt." He put clothes pins on her cunt lips and pulled them open with strings attached revealing her slightly white tipped clit to the watchers who now all were grouped in front of the helpless Valerie. He applied the slight shock to the clit and she squealed through the ball gag and thrust forward against the pain/pleasure of the slight spasm of electricity. He shoved the electrical charged rod up into her wide open cunt a few inches and began to fuck the girl while also giving her short bursts of electricity. She was moaning and screaming as she became aroused by the strange combination of pleasure and pain that was now consuming her body. She began to thrust back into the rod as he fucked her deeper. She forgot about the pain in her tortured breasts as she began to grow more consumed by desire to be fucked by the instrument as it moved in and out of her cunt arousing her. Ramon increased the juice of electricity slightly as he shoved the rod deeper into her dripping vagina. The rod grew warmed as he shoved it yet deeper into her. He had it in in wet pussy at least ten inches and it actually entered into the opening of her fallopian tube. She was moaning and bucking wildly as Ramon was bringing her to a fantastic orgasm. Several of the watches had already jerked their cocks off emptying their cum on the floor. There were some calls to shove the rod deeper into the thrasing body of their victim, but Ramon knew what he wanted to do. He had brought Valerie to the edge of a fantastic orgasm when he pulled the rod out. She was begging for it to be reinserted so she could reach the orgasm, but he wanted to deny her that pleasure. Instead it increased the strength of the shock and applied it to her inset navel and she lunged out tightening the nooses on her breast in the process. She was beginning to lose consciousness as her breasts were seemingly being torn form her body. They were purple with blood now and Ramon next applied the juice to each of her nipples bringing shrieks from the tortured lass. Her body thrashed helplessly as she fought to stay conscious. "Now for the best part," Ramon said turing to the audience. "He went behind her and pushed the rod in her rectum a few inches and gave her the strongest jolt of electricity yet. Her body spasmed and shook and she went limp from the agonizing pain of being shocked deep in her anus. He pulled the rod out with a pop. He took the restraints off the beautiful girl and carried her to a sawhorse and belted her hands and ankles to the legs with her face down and beautiful ass raised high. "Now, each of you gets one good fuck before you go. Take her mouth or ass or cunt and empty your jism in her. She may remain unconscious, but you will never have your cock in a sweeter piece of girl meat," he said. When all the 15 participants had fucked her once, Valeries limp cream stained body was carried into her room. Ramon bathed her lovingly and left her in her bed. Later in the middle of the night, Galloway came in and brought her to consciousness and fucked her violently in both cunt and ass doggy style as he mauled her tits with his hands. "You have been well used tonight, bitch. Next week you'll be even more fucked when those big cocked black lads have at you." he told her as he left her exhausted on the bed.

The Violation and Domination of Valarie Miles IV

msatyr — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 17:25:08 UTC

The Violation and Domination of Valerie Miles: Part IV

One day Galloway came to the cabin in the early evening before Ramon had brought her evening meal and ordered Ramon to strip Valerie and bring her to the torture room. Ramon obeyed and when he brought the naked girl into the torture room he discovered that Galloway had stripped to his shorts and was holding a willow rod. He ordered Ramon to place Valerie against a steel rack and attach her wrists in the metal restrainsts on the top bar of the rack so that her arms were raised above her head. He then had Ramon raise a ten inch plastic phallus on a steel rod which was attached at the floor and shove it into Valerie's dry pussy a good nine inches, and put a ball gag in her mouth. When the phallus penetrated her so deeply the pain of the cold plastic dildo caused her to scream through the gag. She knew it had impaled her beyond her vagina's limits and was pushing deep into her cervix. Ramon noticed that Galloway was enjoying the girl's immense pain and had taken his shorts off with his cock fully erect now. He watched as Galloway walked behind the steel rack and pinched the beautiful girl's erect hard nipples causing her further pain. Tears began to stream down her cheeks as the cruel Galloway pinched her tits harder. Ramon's own cock grew hard at the sight of the helpless suffering girl, and he wanted to see Galloway get even rougher with the beauty.

Galloway took a steel breast crusher from the wall and placed it on Valeries tits. The instrument had two steel plates that were designed to squeeze the breasts between them by the adjustment of thumb screws. Galloway adjusted the screws slowly and Valerie felt her tits being crushed as the steel plates tightened around her firm pear shaped breasts. She screamed as the pressing plates tightened unbearably flattening her soft flesh. When Galloway was satisfied that he had her breasts crushed enough he watched the redness as the blood flowed to her lovely tits. He knew they would be bruised for days. Then to increase her torture he attached clips with half pound weights to each of her nipples. The effect was electric on Valeries nipples and breasts. The weights pulled her nipples stretching them and dragging them downward. The pain in her breasts was immense. Ramon began to stroke his hard penis as he watched the suffering girl writhe on the impaling phallus, her tits being tortured horribly.

Galloway then picked up his willow rod and began to whip her belly and thighs. The rod would not cut into her flesh but would leave red marks on her white skin. He whipped her across her ass through the bars of the rack as she sobbed from the intense pain of her torture. Galloway stroked his hard erection as he applied the rod. He gave her several more strokes before he took off her breast clamp and weighted nipple clips. But he was not through with his punishment of Valerie.

He lashed the rod across the tops of her purple tortured tits causing her even more pain. Ramon watched as he stroked his own cock through his pants. Galloway took the ball gag out of Valeries mouth so they could hear her screams for mercy as he whipped her breasts with more hard lashes. He struck her nipples with direct short blows as she moved. Her movement caused the phallus to pushj even deeper into her tortured cunt adding to her torture. Galloway halted his whipping of the poor girl and ordered Ramon to take the plastic phallus off the steel rod and replace it with the steel pear. Ramon lowed the rod and withdrew the phallus from the girl's cunt. He put the pear on the end of the rod.

"This will hurt you even more, Valerie, my dear," he told her, "because once it is in your cunt we can expand it to a most painful size stretching your vagina to unbelieveable limits."

The pear had rounded studs on each element, and Valerie's screams echoed off the walls as he instrument was inserted in her vagina. Ramon pushed the pear into her open pussy and pulled her legs apart with ankle cuffs attached to the bars of the rack. Valerie felt the rough studs pushing against her vagina walls as he slowly opened the pear inside her with a thumb screw. Now her suffering was screwed to the limits as she felt her vagina being widened, the studs pushing against the walls of her vagina and the top of the pear pushing against the cervix. Her screams and sobs excited her torturers even more. Galloway shoved his eight inch cock in her ass as from behind the rack as Ramon increased the pear inside her cunt to the limit.

Galloway had almost the full length of his stiff cock in her anus and was clutching her breasts as he drove his cock deep inside her rectum. He meant to ream her ass as roughly as he could. He was crushing her tits as he drove his cock deeper into her bowels. Ramon had pulled his own erect cock from his pants and moved to the girls naked body and shoved his prick into her navel. He grabbed her waist and pushed his cock into her belly fucking her belly button and knocking the breath out of her. Valerie fainted as the torture continued until both men emptied their sperm--Galloway filled her bowels with a huge load and Ramon's dripped out of her navel and down her belly.

Her vagina and asshole gaped when Galloway withdrew his cock and Ramon took out the pear. They took the girl from the rack and held her up between them and double fucked the unconscious girl in her expanded pussy. They knew it would take a few days for her to recover from this latest assault.

The Violation and Domination of Valerie Miles: Part III

msatyr — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 15:09:18 UTC

The Violation and Domination of Valerie Miles: Part III Ramon was in his late twenties, and he was as cruel as he was handsome. He delighted in finding methods to torment beautiful women. Therefore, Valerie provided a challenging opportunity because she combined beauty, youth and innocence and it made his days pleasurable. Of course, her experiences to date had chinked away some of her innocence, but her fair skin tone, beautiful blue green eyes and innocent face had not yet been destroyed. Of course, he knew when those traits were gone that his employer would lose interest in the beauty. She also had the advantage of possessing a very voluptuous body, a body almost sculpted for providing pleasurable entertainment for the lust of men. Her breasts sat pert and high on her slender body and perfectly pear shaped jutting out temptingly. Her measurments were 34C 24 35. Her belly was flat with an inverted navel. Her nipples were pinkish brown and when hard stood out at least a half inch long. Her hips were round and firm and her shaven cunt was nothing short of breathtaking when it was slightly open. She had a very pronounced clitoris that begged to be tortured, and a tight rectum that begged fucking. All in all she was the best specimen his employer had ever brought to him. The sight of her tight naked young body always aroused his lust and cruelty to great heights. He wanted to break her, to despoil her thoroughly, to watch her suffer. He set about his work with gusto each day. He got her up from her night's rest early each morning and made her run with him through a path in the woods for five miles. He knew the exercises to apply to keep her body firm and give her energy to take her through her difficult days and nights, to make her last longer during her nights of fucking and torture. She grew to both hate him and at the same time desire his seven inches of manhood thrusting into her pussy as often as possible. He possessed her as no other man to date had been capable of. With him she achieved the perfect combination of sensuality and cruelty that could bring her to a sexual climax. A few days after her night of providing sexual pleasure for her owner and his four young guests, Ramon told her that she had to pass the "Phallus Penetration Test." He took her to the torture room where he had mounted several wooden cocks on a sort of extended saw horse. They were arranged in stages from as short as 5 inches to 10 inches, each one longer and slightly thicker that the last. He could slide them into position on the horse so that the rear ones could penetrate her rectum and the forward one could slide into her vagina. Each was an inch longer and thicker as one moved forward on the horse. "If you are able to take each one and keep your feet firmly on the floor, Valerie, I will fuck you today. If you fail the test, you will get no fucking from me for a week." He had lubed each of the wooden shafts so that would slide into her orifices with relative ease, and she mounted the five inch cock in her ass and the six inch cock easily. The six inch cock in her ass and the seven inch cunt cock caused her some pain as each stretched her anus and pussy a little. He told her to move up and down on these cocks and allow them to arouse her. He watched as she grew more excited with the friction of these bigger phalluses in her upward and downward thrusts on their shafts. Her face was flushed with pleasure as she took the wooden shafts harder and harder. "Now move up to the next pair of cocks," he ordered. The next two phalluses seemed easier than the last becuase she her passages had become more lubricated and she began to fuck the seven inch cock in her anus and the eight inch cock in her pussy even harder. She was fully aroused as the bigger shafts pushed deep into her. The eight inch cock was ramming her to her cervix, and its shaft was stroking her clitoris and driving her almost insane with desire. Ramon in turn was not fully aroused by the sight of the beautiful and sensual Valerie and his cock was rigid with desire. He wanted her desperately. He moved to the wildly thrusting girl and cupped her firm breasts and lifted her slender body by her tits off the horse and thrust his thick seven inches into her slick warm center and carried her to the nearest wall fully impaled on his cock. He shoved her back against the wall and took her violently until they both climaxed in a frenzy. She had never come so wildly in her life. He took her to the floor and pounded her cunt with his still hard cock and he came a second time. She came two or three times as he fucked her wildly. They were both consumed by their desperate lust. He continued to fuck her in several positions and finished by fucking her asshole standing her on her shoulders and power fucking her until she passed out from the overwhelming combination of pleasure and pain. He then knew that she was totally hers to use her as he pleased. He had mastered her.

The Organisation of Sluts for the Pleasure of select men - Chapter Four, Induction

DirtyDomWriter — Thu, 15 Mar 2012 11:41:11 UTC

If you havent read my other stories please do, as this follows on!!! After cumming in Bex last night doggy style I collapsed in bed my arms around her groping her tits as I slept. I remember my last order to Steph being for her to sleep on the floor, I was being really cruel to that girl. I awoke the next morning to an amazing sensation on my cock, I lie there enjoying the warmth of what I guessed to be a mouth. I moan a little as I feel another mouth sucking on my balls. The mouth around my cock begins bobbing up and down getting almost all of it in her mouth.
I open my eyes and look down to see Bex sucking hungrily up and down on my cock and Steph licking and sucking my hairy balls, both girls are naked their bodies pressed against the bed as they focus intently. I lie there enjoying the sensation, Bex gets faster and faster bringing my nearer and nearer to the point where I will cum. Just before I come she removes her mouth and uses her hand to wank my cock really fast, I let out a loan moan as cum begins to shoot out the end of my cock. Both girls grin and watch as my cock lets out my white seed. It begins to run down and all over Bex's hand as she continues to pump my cock, the girls then set about licking as much of it up as possible. I know what it is to be in heaven now two girls licking up my cum from my cock, it feels so good.
Once the girls had finished cleaning my cock I instructed Steph to go and run the shower and get in and for Bex to go and make breakfast - scrambled eggs. I get up out of bed grinning I check my phone and notice I have a picture message, it was a photo of Amy (my induction fuck) standing wearing a hot red bra. The text reads "Looking forward to getting to see these tonight Sir? Xxx."
I reply, "Can't wait, hope you like rough men and being bitten xxx."
"Sir my body is yours xxx," she replies, I feel my cock getting harder again. I walk off to the shower and spend my day fucking both girls having a great time. The girls never tire, always knowing how to get me hard again. At 5pm I go in the shower again and have Steph clean and wash me all over, making sure I am ready for tonight. When I get out of the shower I get Steph to trim my pubic hair to the acceptable length and then to dress me in my dinner suit.
Once Steph has helped me to look my best and groomed me it is around 6pm. I eat the dinner Bex has prepared for me and then watch the girls get dressed into their dresses. Both girls wear no underwear, Bex's dress has no back just a strap round her neck to hold it up, it shows of her cleavage and comes down to just above her knees. Steph's dress is a dark navy blue strapless dress, which just covers both of her big tits and comes down to just above her knees. Both dresses could get away with being worn to a normal party, if the girls had underwear on.
Once they are both dressed we got into the waiting taxi and drove off. "Where does the ceremony happen," I ask.
Steph replies, "It will be at the Mansion, the Mansion is the place where everyone lives, there is a girl’s dormitory and then each man has his own quarters that he can use for fucking and sleeping in. Each of the male’s quarters has 2 bedrooms, a master room for himself and a second room for his pet and groom to sleep in, a lounge with a TV, PS3, surround sound and comfy chairs, a kitchen area with stocked fridge and cupboard and a big bathroom. The bathroom is my favourite bit," Steph continues, "Each bathroom has a big Jacuzzi bath big enough for at least 10 people as well as a power shower, the shower can hold 5 people and has jets coming from all angles, it’s pretty amazing Sir."
I grin at her, "It does sound pretty good, so how come you girls don't live there?"
"That isn't our house sir it was just used as a place for our first fuck, we couldn't go back to the mansion on our first date," she replies. At 6:50 the taxi pulls onto a long tree lined driveway and after getting waved passed by female security guards goes on towards the mansion. The drive twists round to reveal the massive mansion, it is at least 5 stories high, and really wide. It is surrounded by lovely and well kept grounds. "There is a rooftop swimming pool, as well as a 25 meter indoor one, a full gym, a theatre and cinema, restaurant/cafe/bar, games room and much more Sir," Steph explains excitedly.
"Wow," I say, as I think of all the amazing facilities, it is really a boys dream come true. The car pulls up at a small side entrance and we all get out. Steph and Bex lead me into a small room where there is a 16 yr old girl knelt on the floor completely naked, she looks up and smiles.
"This is where we leave you Sir, this is Nat she will get you ready," Steph says before kissing me on the lips. Nat has what must be B cups tits, and a hot body to die for, clearly all the girls must have to exercise. She stands walks to me.
She asks, "May I strip you and prepare you for the ceremony," in a light sexy voice.
"Yes girl you may," I reply. Her hands begin to remove my suit, I watch her tits bounce around a little. Within 2 minutes she has me expertly stripped standing naked, her hands run down my chest and too my cock. She gently plays with my cock before getting some lube and rubbing it in, making my cock shinny. She then gets the red sash and ties it around my waist hiding my cock, which is now semi hard.
"You're ready Sir," she tells me, "Follow me and I will take you through." I follow her pert little ass with my eyes as she leads me down a maze of corridors. We finally arrive at some double doors she pushes them both open and leads me into a massive room, filled with people. I look round the room to see the 10 males standing completely naked a slut either side of them who is knelt down chest out. A look round the rest of the room to see what must be over 100 females aged from 16 to around 30 all knelt down in rows, completely naked their chests pushed out tits on display. It looks amazing, I grin as I look over the best view any guy could ever have. Nat leads me over to the guys and begins to introduce me. She leads me first to Steph's granddad, I shake his hand as Nat strokes his cock, clearly that's the tradition. I get introduced down the line of men, shaking each guys hand, most are considerably older than me. The youngest I estimate to be about 35, he is last in line. Everything think is just a blur of faces, I can't really remember any of the names. Nat then leads me to a bed in the middle of the room that I haven't noticed yet, on the bed is the 16 yr old Amy, she is the most clothed person in the whole room, wearing a red bra and matching g-string.
"Rip them off her Sir, this is going to be your initiation fuck, remember you can’t cum in her you must cum in Grandma Sluts mouth," Nat explains to me. I notice and old woman knelt at the side of the bed, her body has seen better days, but understand tradition is tradition. I advance on Amy who is lying there legs spread her perfect tits hidden under her red bra. I grab her g-string and pull, the flimsy material breaks under my grip, I throw it aside before grabbing her bra and ripping that off. Her tits are perfect round circles, and nipples that are nice and big and puffy. At this point Nat removes the red sash around my waist revelling my hard cock, she gently guides it to Amy's pussy, and she whispers, "Slam her hard Sir."
Once my cock is lined up with her pussy, I ram it all the way in to the hilt. Amy screams in pleasure as I pull my cock all the way back out before slamming in again, doing this over and over again. I don't notice this but each of the males are having their cocks wanked by their pets as they watch. I moan as I ram in and out of her really fast, it doesn't take me long to for me to get close to cumming. I pull out and tell Amy, "Wank my cock slut into this old sluts mouth."
Amy grabs my cock and wanks its hard and fast right next to Steph's Grandmas open mouth, I look at Amy's amazing tits as I begin to cum. My cum spurts right into the old woman’s mouth as all the females in the room begin to clap and cheer. She swallows as Amy begins to stop pumping my cock, I grin as Amy kisses me on the lips and whispers, "Welcome."
I look around at all the males and get approving nods from them all, each with a hard cock getting wanked by their pets. Steph's granddad walks over and shakes my hand saying, "Well done, now you’re one of the men. Come and join us for a drink Amy will be your pet for the evening. She will show you to your private quarters later on where Steph will be waiting." I grin as he explains all this I follow him into a bar area where there are a number of girls waiting on the men getting them drinks all completely naked. I look around thinking wow, as I walk to a table with Steph's granddad and we sit down with 2 other males on it maybe 45 and 55. I order a pint of cider from the hot girl who asks me, the males both grin as they watch my eyes - which never leave her tits.
One guy explains, "You can just grope her she won't mind and if you’re feeling really nervous about it get your pet to sort it out for you." As he sits there he just reaches out and fingers the girl’s pussy as she puts down my pint. I grin thinking this is the best life ever. I sit drinking my pint chatting with the guys as the naked waitresses wander around tending to our every need. I chat too many of the males getting to know them all a bit better, distinguishing them from being just a blur of faces as they had been when I first met them. Slowly men retire to their quarters some taking waitresses with them, I sit talking to Steph's granddad about all sorts of things, from more detail on how the club started to his favourite kinks.
At 1am I decide to head to my quarters, only a couple of the other guys remained in the bar, I kissed the girl who had been serving me all night, before getting Amy to show me to my quarters. Amy shows me down a maze of corridors and through various different doors, before arriving at a nice door with the gold metal letters 'JOHN' on it. There is a finger print scanner above the door handle, Amy explains to me, "This scanner is programmed so only you, your pet, or your groom can enter into your private quarters. The rooms behind this door belong to you, you can do what you want with them, decorate them how you want. There is also an office which has another finger print scanner on the door which only opens for you, you can keep anything private in there. Any other questions Steph will be able to answer for you."
"Thanks, baby. I want you to come shopping with me and Steph tomorrow, so be here at my door at 10:30 on your knees," I say to her. Before she leaves I grab her pussy pull her close and give her a love bite on her left tit. She grins and then leaves, as I scan my finger print. The door unlocks and I open it, behind the door is the most amazing room I have ever seen, it is massive. It is a big living space with a big 50 inch TV on the wall, kitted out with a Playstation 3, surround sound and all sort of other things. There are 2 massive leather sofas, one which is a corner sofa which looks great for snuggling up in. The room flows through into a kitchen which is split by a breakfast bar. It looks like anyone’s dream, and to top it all off, Steph is on her knees in front of me, her hands behind her back tits thrust out. She is smiling up and me clearly happy to see me, I wonder how long she has been waiting for me.
"Hey Steph," I say grinning down at her, feeling rather tired I look round for the door the bedroom. I see two doors at the far side of the room, one with a scanner on the lock which must be to the office, the other just a plain door. "Lead me to the bedroom," I instruct Steph.

The Organisation of Sluts for the Pleasure of select men - Chapter Three, The Night Before Induction

DirtyDomWriter — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 01:06:05 UTC

This is the third chapter in the series so I would recommend reading the other two first. Please comment and tell me what you think and where I could improve!!!!

On the way back from the restaurant to my house we pick up Bex, she puts a tight low cut t-shirt on over her tits with no bra so people can still make out her tits pretty well. She gets into the taxi, I am sat in the middle with these stunning girls either side. Steph (19) on my left, Bex (16) on my right, I slip a hand down the front of Bex's jeans, in any normal situation the guy would get slapped for this, but because I was being invited to join the Organisation of Sluts I could do whatever I wanted with these girls. My hand slipped down to her smooth bald pussy I felt the lips of it part for my fingers to enter. I brush over the entrance to her pussy lightly and feel her shudder a little, I notice how wet she is as I bring my fingers up to her clit. I begin to rub her clit, round and round in little circles, as she begins to moan.

"We are back," Steph says to the two of us engrossed in what we are doing. I remove my fingers from Bex's clit, bringing the fingers to my own mouth to lick. I thank the driver as we get out of the car and walk up to the front door of my apartment block. I open the door and we climb the stairs to my flat, I let the 2 girls go in first.

"Bex strip for me like a good girl, Steph you need to tell me what I need to do tomorrow," I say. I sit down on the sofa as Bex, strips for me and Steph walks over and sits with me. As Bex removes her jeans revealing her legs and pussy, I moan out loud, it is so perfect and she knows it. Bex then gets down on her knees, her chest pushed forward her tits out in the position she has been taught called. I don't know about the position but presume correctly that it is some sort of position to show they are giving themselves to the master. "Good girl Bex, stay there please," I say as I turn to Steph and place a hand on her leg, "So tell me, tell me everything."

As I move my hand up and down her leg, she begins to explain about the following day, "You will arrive at 7pm and be met by a nominated slut she will be 17 or under, she will take you into a room and strip you naked. She will then place a red sash around you that covers your cock, this will be removed later. At 7:15 you will be led from the room into the main hall, where you will be introduced to all the other males, they will all be naked. Each male will have a girl either side of him, knelt down in the position Bex is in now." I look over at Bex her tits pointing out and grin feeling my cock growing as I bring my hand up to Steph's pussy. She moans a little before she continues, "The girl to the male’s right will be his pet, like I will be to you although you don't have to keep me as your pet you may get a new one. A males pet is the only girl that is exclusive to that male she is the girl he can keep for himself, often this is the girl that he may call his girlfriend outside of the organisation. On the left of the males is his personal groom, this is often one of the younger girls and is there to clean and wash the male, often used to clean his cock after sex as well as be his personal toilet. You will get to choose a personal groom later on. Once you have shook hands with all the males, you will be led over to a bed, on the bed will be Amy your nominated induction fuck. Once you have entered her pussy you will officially be a master of the club. You will fuck her in front of everyone but you will not cum inside her, all new males must cum for the first time in my Grandmas mouth, she is 70 years old it is tradition. That is the only time you will ever have to fuck anyone that age, although you may fuck people that age through choice of your own. Once that has happened everyone relaxes a bit, you will spend time talking to the other males and fucking various girls. I will then be presented to you as a present from my grandfather. The party will last all night."

By this point I am fully hard imagining the orgy that will happen tomorrow wondering how many times I will come. I remove my hand from Steph's wet pussy and push my fingers into her mouth for her to clean. She does so tasting her own sweet juices. "So what are the rules?" I ask, "What can I and can't I do?"

I remove my fingers from her mouth and begin to unbutton my trousers wondering what Bex's pussy will feel like around my cock. I pull my cock from my boxers setting it free both Bex and Steph look at it with longing. "I have a list of rules in my bag if I may go and get," she tells me.

"Go and get them but on your way back I want you to strip naked and crawl in the rules in your mouth," I demand as I look over at Bex. "Bex come here, I hope your wet," I say. She crawls over and I motion for her to sit astride of me one leg on either side, I don't bother to see if she is wet before saying, "Sit on my cock Bex, all the way in first time without pausing." She does exactly as I say, sinking right down onto my 8 inch hard cock I let out a long deep moan as I feel how wet and tight she is. She sits there waiting for my next command getting used to the feel of my cock. If she wasn't under my command she would pull off me and run away teasing me until I had caught her but she knows unless told to do so she would get punished severely for doing something like that. I look in her eyes and say, "Bounce up and down, and fuck yourself on my cock baby."

She began going up and down on my cock getting rather fast, holy shit I think to myself, never having felt a girl so tight or as good. She felt even better than Steph's pussy did, I grab her and ram her down on my cock and hold her there, my full length deep inside her. As I hold her there Steph comes crawling back in on all fours her tits swinging, I knew that if Bex or I moved she would make me cum instantly I was so turned on. "Steph my slut I am so horny right now I could cum, how do you make sure I can perform again quickly?" I ask, as I begin to feel less horny knowing I could begin to fuck Bex again. I begin to bounce Bex up and down again my hands on her ass.

Steph answers, "All the girls are taught how to give the best blowjobs sir and these can usually get any man hard again. We don't use any drugs or stimulates, just our body's Sir!" She stays on all fours her big tits swinging below her, looking like a good little dog. It isn't long before I am at the stage I was before this time I don’t stop Bex but move her faster and faster.

"Go on slut, bounce on my cock faster. Go on I am going to cum," I moan out loud as she gets faster her amazing tight pussy around my cock. With one last bounce I pull her down my cock all the way in her as I let out a long loud moan and begin to cum in her pussy. Stream after stream of cum goes deep into her pussy as I hold her there, I pull her close and kiss her hard on the lips. She moans into my mouth as she feels her pussy filling up, I move her up and down a couple of times before pulling her off my cock covered in my cum. Cum is also running out of her pussy, "Catch the cum from your pussy baby and eat it like a good girl, don’t waist a drop."

Kneeling on the sofa next to me she begins to scoop up my cum from her pussy and legs and licks it from her hand, this is so fucking hot I think young girls at my command. Bex pushes 2 fingers into her pussy and brings them out covered in my cum and begins to lick them. I look over at Steph who is jealously looking on wishing she was serving me, I pat my leg and motion her over as if she was a dog. I take the rules from her mouth as she crawls over her big tits swinging, I then reach down and pull her by her chin towards my semi-hard cock. I move her so that her lips are against the shaft of my cock covered in mine and Bex's juices, she gets the idea that I want her to lick and clean my cock. She sticks her tongue out and begins to lick up and down the shaft of my cock like a pro, I moan and it’s not long before I feel myself getting hard again. Bex has finished cleaning herself so is just knelt on the sofa her legs spread, as I begin to read the rules:

This document sets out the rules that you agree to upon becoming a member of the Organization of Sluts, it sets out what males can and can't do and what they can expect from all females.

1) All members’ females and males agree to undergo test for STIs every week at the nominated discreet doctors.

2) There is no membership fee for males, all monies females earn goes into the organization.

3) All females are for the exclusive use of members only and no member shall allow a non member any sexual contact what so ever.

4) No images or videos of anything that goes on within the club may be shown to any outsider (videos/images may be taken for personal use).

5) Male members may have sexual contact with non-members but must be tested within 24 hours of contact, the male member may only use his personal toy before being tested and she must be tested at the same time.

6) Any male may choose any female (apart from personal pets) at any time of day or night. All the male needs to do is text the female and she will be there within 30 minutes.

7) Males must follow the punishment and breeding guidelines.

The rules go on in the same manner, mostly what I would expect. By now my cock is fully hard again from Steph's tongue which she is still running up and down my shaft. "Good girl my pet," I say to Steph, "Now Steph go and put your thong back on, I won't be fucking you again not until your my personal pet. Then go into the bedroom and get it ready for me and Bex, we are going to be lovers for the night." Steph tries hard to hide her disappointment, she will get to know how I will use her over the coming years, using her to get my hard before I fuck another girl. I look at Bex who is just knelt on the sofa her legs spread a little, for the first time I get a proper look at her pussy. It is well kept, not a hair in sight and looking like it gets care with moisturiser. I grin to myself loving that I have 16 year old pussy so close and at my command. I stand up my dick sticking ram rod straight out in front of me I take Bex's hand making her stand up, she is about a head taller than me as I lead her into the bedroom. As we go I slowly strip naked.

The bedroom is lit only by candles which Steph has dottered around the room, there is the faint scent of incense. Steph is knelt at the foot of the bed pushing her tits out wanting to be noticed, I ignore her as I lead Bex into the room. I turn to Bex and pull her close, so close so that our naked bodies are touching, her warm perky B tits against my chest my cock brushing against her belly. I kiss her hard and passionately as if we were lovers, as I run my hands down her back towards her arse. After a couple of minutes of playing with her tongue I push her onto the bed, I tell her to, "Get in the middle of the bed and spread your legs baby." I crawl into the bed and get in between her legs, I lower my mouth to her pussy and begin to lick it, Bex squeals in delight as she feels my tongue lick against her sweet young mound. It isn't long before I am tongue fucking her on her way to orgasm. "Slut you may cum when you want," I say, looking up briefly from my work. I push my tongue deep into her pussy before moving up and lapping at her clit. That seems to really get her going, I keep going for about 5 minutes before she because to thrash about the bed and scream in ecstasy as she cums. I grin as I look up at her face, keeping her in the position she is in I move up her body, bringing my cock up to her pussy.

"Guide my cock into your pussy baby, and you better cum again before I do otherwise you will be sleeping outside," I bite her bottom lip as I say the threat menacingly. She lines my hard cock up with the entrance to her hole as I push forward. In one swift movement my whole 8 inches is once again in the best feeling pussy I have ever known. It wasn't long before I was slamming in and out of her fucking fast, the whole bed moving. I moan out loud as I fuck her going faster than I have ever gone before with any girl. She screams in pleasure as I pull my cock all the way out of her and then ram it all the way back in. It isn't long before she is cumming hard over and over again. After about 15 minutes of fucking her in the missionary position, I pull out of her and instruct her to get on all fours. Her ass in the air I line up my cock with her pussy and begin to fuck her doggy style. This has to be one of my favourite positions it makes me feel so powerful as I tower above the girl I am fucking. I grab her sides as I slide in and out of her getting faster and faster. I reach round and rub her clit, I can feel my cock moving in and out of her as I rub it. She screams in pleasure at the touch of my fingers. This rough fucking continues for a while, before I remove my fingers, getting back into my towering position and getting faster. I feel myself about to reach climax so I ram my cock deep into her and hold it there and for the second time in 3 hours I cum inside Bex. "Fuck yes, you dirty slut, Fuck Yes," I say as I cum.

Once I have finished, I pull out of her. I look down to see cum running down her legs, "Steph come here like a good slut, me and Bex need cleaning. Clean my cock first and then suck all the cum from Bex's pussy," I say grinning I am so happy.

The Organisation of Sluts for the Pleasure of select men - Chapter Two, Meeting the Owner

DirtyDomWriter — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 18:06:45 UTC

If you haven't read my first story I would recommend it! It gives relevant background detail, and this story follows on. Please leave comments on what you think.

It was 3 days since the night with Steph, my mind was still jumping at the thought of this organisation of sluts. We had swapped numbers and she had been dirty texting me the whole time. I thought I would try and push my luck on one occasion, I sent her a text telling her that I wanted her to go into a toilet (immediately) and send me a picture of her pussy. Within 5 minutes of sending the text I had a picture message in return of her amazing pussy. I was loving this.

I arranged with Steph to meet her grandfather for a meal, it would be at this very posh restaurant and Steph told me I would need a suit. She went with me and picked out a nice dinner suit that I hired.

"I'll be your date," she informs me, "I'll be wearing my red dress, a red bra but no knickers, pick me up at 7pm if you come a little earlier I'll give you a blowjob."

"Ok," I say giving her an instruction as well, "I want a picture of you naked when you get dressed." We went our separate ways then to get ready for the evenings dinner, I was getting more and more nervous wondering what her granddad would be like. An hour before I am due to pick her up, I get a photo message from her, it is of her completely naked, full body tits out. I notice that it looks like she didn't take the picture. I reply 'Fuck me your tits and body is so hot! Who took the picture x.'

She replies, 'Was my friend Bex! Glad you like my tits x'

'I will be round at 6:45 for my bj I hope Bex will be there topless for me x,' I reply, before going to get ready myself having a quick shower, running gel through my hair and putting my suit on.

'Yes Sir x,' she replies, as she slips into her cocktail dress.

I arrive at the door bang on time, and ring the door bell. The door is opened by a pretty blond girl with no top on, she has amazing perky B tits, wearing only a pair of denim jeans. "You must be John," she says. My eyes staring at her tits, hardly noticing she has spoken. "I am Bex," she continues, "Come in."

She stands aside to let me into the house, I walk in my eyes never off her tits. I look up to see Steph coming down the stairs, she looks fucking stunning. Her blond hair flowing down over her shoulders, her tits beautiful under the stunning red dress, her shapely legs carrying her towards me. "I see you met Bex, she is my sister and is 16. You look very handsome," she says as she kisses me on the cheek.

"I want my blowjob Steph, while I play with Bex's tits," I say getting right to the point. Steph drops to her knees and begins to unbutton my trousers as I pull Bex to me, "Only 16 huh that's a bit naughty." She just grins at me as I push my tongue into her mouth. I wonder how young this organisation goes with its girls, or how old for that matter. It's not long with these two young girls playing with me that I am fully hard as Steph does her magic on my cock. I am soon moaning as she cups my balls and begins to bob up and down.

I have no idea what she is doing with her mouth one bit but I am in heaven, her mouth giving its best. I pull away from Bex so that I can encourage Steph with my hands, I run them through her hair. I then begin to push my cock further into her mouth, forcing her to go faster and faster, it isn't long before I am face fucking her quite hard. I look down at Steph and see she is looking up at me, her eyes filled with pleasure, at seeing her eyes looking into mine I feel myself getting close to cumming. Without saying anything I have one final thrust before pushing my cock deep into her mouth and letting off stream after stream of cum. I groan in pleasure as she swallows my cum, I give a few more final thrusts into her mouth before pulling out. A few bits of cum remain on my cock, without even prompting Steph cleans my cock, before putting it away in my trousers

"Thank you, your such a good slut," I say giving praise where it’s due. She grins at me as she stands up, and licks her lips. What pleases me even more is that she doesn't even need to go and clean her teeth she is quite happy leaving with the taste of cum still on her lips.

"It's just gone 7 the taxi should be here now," she says and then she turns to Bex, "I don't know when I will be home baby, stay here no fingering unless one of the guys call." With those instructions she takes my arm and leads me out the front door, I take one last look at her young tits before following Steph. We leave her house and get into the awaiting car, "Hi Gary," Steph says to the driver as we get in. Clearly this is a discrete company Steph uses often, to emphasise this she places her hand on my crotch rubbing it gently been a good girl to me.

It isn't long before we arrive at a small little Italian restaurant. Something tells me this place is very discreet as well. We are shown to an enclosed booth were an old man sits wearing a dinner suit and a young girl wearing a dress with a plunging neckline sits. The girl can be no more than 17 and with the dress she is wearing she can't wear a bra as the neckline goes below each breast, she is fucking stunning knowing every guy I know (myself include) would give and arm to fuck her.

Steph's grandfather, the older gentleman, stands and introduces himself as Jim Sullivan, I shake his firm grip as he motions me into the booth and to sit down. Only once I am sat does he introduce the girl he is with, he says, "This is Amy she is 15 nice and tight, I thought she could be your first fuck as a member. I know Steph brought you in," he continues, "And she will continue to be your personal pet, but I would recommend Amy for the ceremony."

"Ok," I say rather shocked at how forward he is, my eyes drawn to Amy's C cup tits.

We small talk for a little while mainly about me, what I want to do, my girlfriends, it isn't long before he begins to ask me about me past sexual experience. He completely ignores both girls, as if they were table decorations, I follow his example as he talks to me, understanding that this is how the girls should be treated. I am still unsure as to if he wants me to join the organisation or not but I understand that he is just trying to get to know me. He asks me about my fantasies, and I explain that I love the thought of being in charge of girls and have always wanted a threesome. He grins as I say that.

"Let me tell you a little bit about the history of the organisation," Jim says, "I lost my virginity when I was 13 to a girl who was 17, nothing special but it was after our 4th fuck I began to realise how submissive she was. She would do anything I say, it wasn't long before me and my friends were all using her. I got a little tired of her and she was getting loose but the feeling of power I had found I loved, I just had to find willing girls. By the time I was 17 I had found and used over 40 girls aged from 14 to 30, I have photographs of every single one completely naked which makes for quite a collection. When I was 18, I met Steph's Grandma, she was 14 and had a pussy to die for. She was a virgin when I took her which made my mind up for me that she was going to be my wife and pet. It took me a year to train and perfect her at which point I had her move in with me. I began breading her although it wasn't for another 20 years that Steph's mum was born. It wasn't long before I had recruited a further 8 or 9 sluts, most willing some had to be forced. When the number got to 25, that's including 9 babies I decided I needed some help. I was 30 at the time, not working but most of the girls I had all had jobs which is how I made money, I had known a man called Mitch for a long time and he knew I was a bit of a player. He was 25 at the time and when I brought him in he loved it. He is Steph's Dad but I am sure Steph will fill in on her family history later. Over the years I have bread and gained more and more girls all living with me and the 10 other males. We all live in a big house out of town all the girls have full or part time jobs, and serve our every desire the rest of the time. All the males in the group are over 50 so we are looking for some fresh blood to carry on when we are gone." By this time my cock is rock hard thinking about all these girls, he finishes with, "I would like to invite you to join our organisation of sluts as our youngest Master."

Without hesitating, I reply, "Yes please."

"Great," he says, "The initiation ceremony will be tomorrow at 7pm, Steph and he sister will go with you back to yours tonight and help you get ready for the ceremony, you may use them both as you wish. I will have Amy prepared and ready as your first fuck as a Master."

"Fantastic," I say, sensing this is the time to leave I stand up shaking his hand as I do. Steph rises with me as I look at Amy's covered tits knowing tomorrow they will be mine.

The Organisation of Sluts for the Pleasure of select men - Chapter One, Introduction

DirtyDomWriter — Thu, 12 Jan 2012 14:21:26 UTC

Ok, so this is my first story on here. This is the first chapter and although at first it doesn't appear like a BDSM story as is progresses it will. Hope you like it.

It had been a long time since my last sexual encounter with a girl as I was stood flirting a little nervously with this beautiful blond. She was 5ft4 must have been dress size 8, amazing 32 DD tits that I kept on sneaking a peak at. She was wearing a stunning red dress that came down to just above her knees and showed off her ample cleavage. Her hair was flowing down around her shoulders and she was flirting with me, I couldn't believe it. I had seen her a couple of times around campus and I shamefully admit thinking about her while masturbating.

Maybe I should tell you about myself before I go much further. I am 21 in my final year of studying physics and maths at university, I know it sounds geeky but I am not really a geek maybe just clever. I had plenty of nerdy friends who all got excited over complicated equations, admittedly I do as well - sometimes. I am 5ft8 tall with short brown hair and blue eyes, I am not athletically fit but not fat either. I have an 8 inch long and 6 inches around cock which I didn't think was big until my last girlfriend told half my class my size.

Sex wise I had a fairly boring sheltered time so far. I have only slept with one girl so far, she was a slightly chubby maths student with big tits - you will notice I have a thing for big tits. The first time we tried to have sex was a bit of a disaster I was naked and hard and she got out a condom. I had never even tried to use one before, as she tried to put the condom on it became apparent it wouldn't fit. She turned and grinned at me saying it won’t fit. So my first time was delayed until I could get some bigger condoms. Sex with her was good but it never seemed to be able to satisfy my desires and urges. After 6 months I broke it off as I just didn't feel the same way about her. That was about a year ago since then I had flirted and kissed but nothing more.

Then here I was stood in this bar talking to this total hottie. The guys from my course who I had come in were all gobsmacked that I was chatting to her. After maybe an hour of chatting - I had bought her 2 or 3 drinks she asked if I wanted to go back to hers where she had a nice chilled bottle of white wine. I wasn't going to refuse this girl anything, I waited as she got her coat and then followed her out of the bar winking at my friends.

We made small talk on the way back to hers, I found out she was doing a degree in Dance which explain why she was so toned and fit. She was in her 2nd year and really enjoying it. I asked jokingly how you could get a degree in dance, and she quickly pointed out all the technical things that you have to learn. It wasn't long before we were at her student flat, and wow it was amazing. She had a big kitchen coming living room with a 40"plasma TV on the wall. Nice plush red sofas and lovely velvet carpet.

"How on earth do you pay for all this," I ask.

"My daddy is rich," she giggles, as she bends over letting me stare at her lovely arse as she gets the wine out of the fridge. Now I am not a great fan of wine but here is a rule, if a hot girl offers you wine you take it!

"Wow this is a seriously nice place," completing her flat.

"Thanks, wine?" she asked as she wandered back over.

She sat down on the sofa next to me and hands me a glass, after one sip she leans in and kisses me hard on the lips. I kiss her back, oh my god I say to myself. Her lips are so soft and warm, it isn’t long before her tongue was pushing into my mouth. We kissed like this for at least 30 minutes it was so heavenly, my cock getting so hard. It wasn't long before her hands found their way down to my cock straining now to get out of my pants. She begins stroking my trousers rubbing right above where my enlarged cock is.

"My my," she says, "Your getting hard. Go on undo my dress, let my tits out"

"Ok," I reply as I hastily put my hands around her back and zip down her dress, pushing the straps off her shoulders letting the dress fall to her waist. It reveals a red lacy bra, which makes me think again oh my god. I stare at the tits enclosed by the beautiful bra as I reach around and undo her bra.

"Fuck me your tits are amazing!"

"Thanks," she replies grinning shyly.

I bend down and without asking just take a nipple into my mouth and begin to suck. "Shit," she moans, "Suck harder." I pull it further into my mouth as my hand reaches for her other tit. I massage her big tit in my hand as I suck her nipple hard. I pull off from her tit and put my other hand where my mouth was and firmly grope her big breasts. I begin to kiss her again and it’s not long before her hands have undone the buttons on my trousers and are pulling them down. She then gets her hand inside my boxers and begins to feel my cock.

"Wow, you’re big," she whispers.

I don't reply as she begins to stroke my cock, I pull her dress from under her, revealing that she is wearing a red thong. There is quite a wet patch already on the thong as I pull that off so that she is completely naked. Her pussy is shaven completely bald, so smooth just the way I like it. I push two fingers against her bare slit and feel how wet it is. I slip them into her warm wet pussy as she moans.

"Oh fuck," she moans as I begin to finger fuck her pussy. "I want your big cock inside me. Don't worry I am on the pill."

Without a further word a pull off my trousers and boxers letting my cock free. She moves so she is lying lengthways along the sofa her legs spread. I get on top of her and line my cock up, I slowly push my cock into her pussy as I groan. Her pussy is so warm and tight, I push my full length into her before pulling out. Fucking her ever so slowly to begin with, enjoying the sensation of her pussy. "Fuck," I whisper, "Your pussy is so amazing." I grab her legs and lift them up onto my shoulders so I can get a better angle and begin to get faster.

"Fuck me faster," she moaned, "Oh shit you’re filling me right up."

I get faster and faster ramming my cock in and out of her tight pussy. Being so long since I last had sex it’s not long before I feel the urges to cum. Not wanting to cum just yet a slowed down a little and distracted my mind with things. I flipped her over onto all fours and continued to pound her from behind knowing I was going to have to cum soon. I put my hand round and felt her clit, I began to attack it with my fingers. This seems to send her over the edge as I ram into her from behind.

"Don't stop," she begs, "Oh fuck I am going to cum."

Her whole body shudders as she orgasms on my cock, I don't stop my pounding. Her orgasm last at least a minute 2 minutes, her pussy seems even tighter. As she finishes orgasming she turns around and asks, "So where do you want to cum?"

This is the first time I have ever been asked this, I feel like I am in heaven. "In your mouth," I reply.

I pull out of her as she turns getting onto her knees on the floor, "Stand up," she instructs me. I stand in front of her my cock standing out hard and almost touching her face. She begins to kiss the tip of my cock, I moan. This is the best a girl has ever treated my cock, I have had a few (very few) blowjob's in my time and no girl had ever done anything like what she was doing. She then took the head of my cock slowly into her mouth teasing it with her tongue, before beginning to bob up and down on my cock. As I was almost about to she pulled off my cock with a teasing grin. She then began to lick and suck on my hairy balls, with her hand gently stroking my cock. I moan a little in frustration needing to cum now.

She slowly licks her way up my cock and as she gets to the tip she again engulfs it, and begins to bob up and down again. I place my hand on the back of her head and apply a little pressure pressing my cock in more and making her move faster. This feels amazing on my cock and she seems to be enjoying my hand on her head. She goes faster, knowing I am getting very close.

"Fuck I am cumming," I say, as I hold her head, my cock deep in her mouth. I shoot stream after stream of cum into her mouth which she swallows. She swallows my whole load to my amazement, I let out a low moan of satisfaction, having had the best sexual experience of my life so far.

She continues to kiss and suck my cock as it slowly deflates back to its normal size. "My name is John by the way," I say having not yet exchanged names.

"Steph," she replies looking up at me with a grin her hands still rubbing my cock. That's not the last time we fucked, we have sex 3 or 4 more times before falling asleep around 4 in the morning. Having cum in her mouth twice once on her tits and once in her pussy.

We collapse in a sweaty happy pile in her double bed both still naked.

I am awakened by a nice lovely feeling, a hand on my balls another on my cock. "Fuck, you love sex don't you," I say with a grin as I feel myself getting hard again.

"I just thought you should have a wake up blowjob," she says with a little grin. She doesn't attempt to cover up her tits. She begins to stroke my cock a little faster as she says, "What I am about to tell you will shock you, but will also turn you on."

"Ok," I reply a little puzzled.

"I am part of a club/organisation of girls who are used by a select group of men for their entertainment. It was started by my grandfather 60 years ago when he was your age, every now and then they look for a new male to join. There are 10 males in the group and over 100 girls. You have been selected after a long process to become the new member if you like," Steph explains, her hand still stroking my now fully hard cock.

"Fuck, and I would get use of all these girls," I reply my head reeling with the possibilities of loads of girls.

"Yes, you would have full access to all the girls, apart from the ones being used by other males, anytime of day or night. All you have to do is text the relevant girl and tell her where to meet you and she will go instantly, she will do anything you want, there is very little you can't do with her," her hand getting faster and faster on my cock as she explains this. "Do you want this?" Steph asks.

"Yes," I moan as she brings me near to the point of cumming.

"Cum for me, cum for your slut my new master," Steph says as she wanks my cock ever so fast.

I close my eyes as I cum hard, shooting over her hand thigh and bed. I collapse back onto the bed as she cleans my cock with her tongue. "Now you need to meet my grandfather," Steph tells me.

Trained to Serve

tony2010 — Tue, 21 Sep 2010 16:24:36 UTC

INTRODUCTION: My name is Tony, I'm 40 yrs. old and divorced.

After a very destructive divorce, which left me with only the clothes on my back and a couple of hundred dollars in my pocket, I decided to move to New York and hope to start a new life.

I had moved into a one room furnished apartment, and paid weekly, so it was important I got a job as soon as possible. Only problem was, jobs were not that plentiful and I wound up finding part time work cleaning floors and urinals in a bar on 7th ave. When I first got the job, I didn't realize it was a gay bar, but it didn't matter, I was desperate and would have taken any job to make money.

I was now on my third week and getting used to what I had to do ... even cleaning the men's room was now getting easier. It was late on a Friday night, when the bartender told me to bring some drinks over to the table at the rear of the bar. The same 3 guys always sat at this table and usually the bartender served them the drinks, but he now had me do it.

Once I put the drinks on the table and was getting ready to go back, the one guy said, so what's your name ... replying "Tony", he said his name was Dave and the other two were Bob and Sam. Why don't you sit down and talk with us for a while, the bartender won't mind ... I ordered you a drink, so relax; with that Bob and Sam got out of the booth and gestured for me to slide in. I was sitting between Dave and Bob.

Knowing the bar was a gay hangout, these guys did not look or act like the regulars, so I thought they might not be gay. When the drink came over, Dave raised his glass and said "Welcome Tony". I finished my drink and another one was brought over. Dave did most of the talking, while Bob and Sam listened, once in a while, I would feel Dave or Bob brush their hand against my leg as if they were adjusting there sitting position. I started to feel a little light headed, probably from the drinks, and also I was becoming relaxed and answering questions as they were asked; all the questions were about me and where I came from and where I was staying. Dave at one point asked if I had any friends in New York, when I told him I knew no one, he laughed, well you know 3 guys now.

Not sure of how long I was sitting with them, but a guy that Dave knew came over to the table and asked Dave if he could dance with me. When Dave said "yes", I looked at Dave and said "I don't want to dance, and I'm NOT gay". He laughed and said go ahead as Bob was now pulling me out of my seat and pushed me towards the guy. Before I could stop him, the guy pulled me into him and began to grind himself into me, grabbing my ass over my jeans. I wanted to push him away, but I had no strength and as he kept squeezing my butt, I just let him do it. By the time the music stopped, he had forced his hand down the back of my pants and was trying to put his finger in my ass hole. He finally released the hold on me and before leaving, he put $10 in my hand and patted my ass.

Bob pulled me back into my seat and another drink was wait ting for me. Well guys what do you think ... here Tony is getting money for just dancing; wonder what else he would do for money, Dave asked. Not aware, but Sam and Bob traded seats, and Sam was now sitting next to me. Sam was about 35, over 6 feet and muscular. When he put his arm around me and pulled me to him, with his other hand, he grabbed my hand and put it in his lap. I almost jumped out of my seat when I found my hand was on his cock which was out of his pants. As I tried to pull my hand away, he put pressure on my neck, telling me to play with his cock or he was going to slap me around. Afraid of what he might do, I began to rub his cock following his instructions. His cock felt like I was holding a beer can. Dave leaned next to me and said that I would make him happy if I would suck Sam's cock. Without being able to reply, Sam pushed my head down onto his hard cock and forced it into my mouth, making me gag as he pushed it to the back of my throat.

He let up the pressure, after I did as he said and began to suck his cock taking as much as I could get in my mouth ... he finally let me up, just so he could pull me out of the booth and have me kneel in front of him and starting sucking his cock again. He told me to run my tongue around the head and fuck his piss hole with my tongue. As I did it, I tasted the bitter pre-cum then I went back to sucking him as he held my head and began to fuck my mouth. I felt his cock getting harder, then he pushed it back down my throat and told me not to lose one drop ... he began to shoot his load in my mouth, and I swallowed as fast as I could before he finished.

To Be Continued.

Betty Black, part 4 - The Master's Choice

mr_johnson — Sat, 04 Sep 2010 00:51:32 UTC

Tuesday morning could not have gone by any slower, as far as Betty Black was concerned. She was so keyed up and excited that this day had finally arrived, that she scarcely knew what to do with herself. Even after 6 months as Dom Jim Fredericksâ€™ Tuesday slave girl, the new had hardly worn off. It had only gotten better and better. The more she got to know about her Dom, the more attached to him she became. Whether he knew it or not, yet, she was totally his property, in her own mind and heart. She still enjoyed all the attention other men lavished on her, she still wore skimpy, sexy outfits to work, and took unnecessary trips down the hall just to let those nasty boys ogle her, and make remarks about her curvaceous form quietly, as if they thought she couldnâ€™t hear, or didnâ€™t care. But these things only enhanced her appreciation for the man she saw once a week, and strengthened her devotion to him. It made her tingle when the men in the office made lewd remarks about her body in â€˜privateâ€™. It made her look all the more forward to this evening, when she would give her entire body and soul to her Dom Jim, and submit to his every lustful whim and desire, hopefully while tightly bound, gagged, bare, and helplessly under his total control, as usual.

Noontime finally arrived, and her substitute secretary was just coming in. Betty was now free to leave work, and head for home to prepare for tonight. Something in her gut made her feel that tonight held something very special, but she had no idea what it was. â€œJust utter enthusiasmâ€, she figured, as she drove home as fast as legally possible. When she arrived at home, she went upstairs and into the master bathroom to start running her bath water. She added a generous supply of scented oil to the fairly hot water, and let it fill up while she disrobed. Betty stared at herself in her full-length mirror, now nude, and ready for a long soak in the tub. She inspected her body in sharp detail. It made her proud, as she gazed at her own form, that she had taken care of herself well enough to have this opportunity. Being her Domâ€™s â€˜Tuesday delightâ€™ was the satisfaction and fulfillment in life that sheâ€™d always hoped for. She kept thinking that tonight might be ultra special, but she still had no idea why. As she bathed, and scrubbed her entire body thoroughly, she also paid particular attention to giving her pussy a closer-than-ever shave. She tweaked her own hard nipples while she soaked, and felt the rush of adrenalin course through her body, and all the way down to her genitals. She was so horny. She threw her head back, and enjoyed the very warm water engulf her luscious female form. How she had yearned for these moments all week, and now, they had arrived, and not a single moment too soon.

Betty looked at the dresses sheâ€™d laid out on the bed, deciding which one to wear tonight. She stood there naked, with arms crossed, and a finger tapping her chin. â€œHmm, letâ€™s see, I know I have to wear a black dress for my Dom, but which black dress will it be?â€ she pondered. Finally, she made her choice. It was a peasant dress. The one she picked out didnâ€™t fit as tight as some of the stretchy ones she had plenty of. It had a single strap that hung from one shoulder, and glided across her neckline to the opposite breast. Though loose, itâ€™s allure was unmistakable. It was actually way too short on one side, the hem ending an inch or two below her waist line, but then it started to angle down, as it came to the other side of her body. But, even on the â€˜longâ€™ side, it barely hung low enough to hide everything it was expected to, at least when she stood straight up. The tiniest thread of a black nylon thong was the only other piece of clothing, besides her 5â€ heels. The thong was only allowed now, by the Dom, because it held the cell-vibe close to her clit where it would do the most â€˜goodâ€™ whenever he decided to call. Slave Betty had remained more antsy than usual, ever since the cell-vibe had been introduced to her. She anticipated feeling it silently go off all day and night long. Not that it didnâ€™t, regularly. Dom Jim made sure his little Tuesday sex toy got plenty of â€˜added incentiveâ€™ to show up on time every Tuesday evening.

On the road again, Betty had her stereo turned up almost as loud as it would go. She rocked out as she zoomed down the highway to her beloved Master. As she zoomed, she happened to pass a motorist whoâ€™d been stopped by a highway patrolman. She slowed just enough to see that the motorist was a very attractive-looking woman, and that the trooper stopping her was none other than Mike â€˜Big Dickâ€™ (haha) McMasters. â€œGood luck, girl. Save yourself the disappointment. Just take the ticket,â€ she laughed to herself.

4:55 PM, she handed Arty, the ever-polite valet her car keys, and heard him say, â€œGood evening Miss Black. I hope you have a pleasant evening here at the Fredericks Compound.â€ â€œThank you, Arty. I believe I will,â€ answered Betty, with a bigger-than-usual grin. Now, up the 13 marble steps, and she rang the bell at precisely 5:00 PM. Dom Jim answered the door personally, showed (now) slave betty inside, and closed the door behind her. When he turned around, she was already on her knees, with hands held behind her back, â€œReady to serve you, Master.â€ She immediately said. â€œUp slave! Follow.â€ Dom Jim answered back abruptly. His tone was stern, and Betty surmised that he was upset about something, but she simply followed silently, head bowed.

â€œIn,â€ was all Jim said as he opened the â€˜playroomâ€™ door. After slave betty hurried in, he closed and locked the door immediately. â€œStrip,â€ was his next one-word command, and she obeyed hastily. â€œOn the bed, on your back, legs spread, arms above your head. Move slave!â€ the Dom was very forceful with this command. When she had done as commanded, he ripped open his shirt, tearing all the buttons off as he thrust it open, then he hurried just as impatiently with his trousers, dropping them and his briefs in a pile. Then, he quite literally dove on top of slave betty, and as he was diving, she noticed, he was already rock-hard. He thrust his big cock into her all-too-eager pussy, and though she hadnâ€™t had time to get very well lubed, she didnâ€™t care, she was loving this! And, as one might guess, she was very well lubed in a matter of seconds, as he fucked her with reckless abandon like sheâ€™d never seen him do, before. He didnâ€™t even bother to tie her up, first. That, was a real first. But, he was the Master, she figured, and it is his choice.

In the heat of such passion, slave betty still had the presence of mind to realize that this was a golden opportunity. Never before had she had the freedom to fuck him back, the way he was fucking her. She had always been so restricted by the bondage, that sheâ€™d never been afforded the chance to do things to him that she wanted to do. Now, she could. First, she wrapped her legs around his ass, and rode his thrusts like a bucking bronco. Faster and faster, harder and harder his thrusts pounded into her now sweating flesh, and she returned his fucking with some of her own, pulling herself closer to him with her free legs and arms, grabbing him under his arms and begging out loud, needing his fucking like she needed air to breath, pulling, pushing, grinding her tits into his face as he lowered his head to meet them. â€œFuck me baby, fuck me harder!â€ she shouted. They looked like a well-oiled machine working in overdrive. When she said this, Dom Jim responded by putting more strength into his thrusts. He was actually obeying her! What a first! Then he grabbed her under her shoulders for added leverage, and began pulling, as well as pushing with his legs. Slave betty knew she was going to be awfully sore tomorrow. â€œWho the fuck cares?â€ was her only thought. Finally, he started groaning. It had been 45 minutes since he dove on top of his fuck toy. Dom Jim had Control with a capital C. She knew he was about to cum. It thrilled her that she was on the brink herself. In the middle of his ejaculation, she came too. They were in total unison. â€œOh, my god!â€ was all either of them could say. As it wound down, they began kissing. Their kissing went on for an hour after the sex was over. They both finally fell asleep in each otherâ€™s arms.

4:00 AM in the morning. Only the milkman, and a couple of hungry birds are up at 4:00 in the morning. Dom Jim woke up next to his slave/lover betty, and gently tapped her on the shoulder. When she awoke, and turned her head to see her blessed Dom looking down at her as she lay there with her ass against his cock, she said, â€œHow may I serve you, Master?â€ Dom Jim wanted to ask her something, and when he heard the way she answered him, out of a sound sleep, at 4:00 â€œin the fucking morningâ€, he thought, he really knew he had something to ask her. â€œslave betty, will you accompany me on my upcoming trip to Aruba? Weâ€™ll be gone about 2 weeks. Will that be possible for yâ€¦â€ slave betty cut him off, â€œYes, Master. OH, YES, YES and a thousand times, YES!â€ First, she hugged him harder than she may have ever hugged anyone in her life. Then, remembering she had felt his stiff cock when she woke up, slid down to his crotch, took said member in hand, and pleasured him with two free hands, AND a mouth. Then, she got bold. Before he could cum, she pushed him onto his back, and got on top of him. Straddling his hips, she raised herself up, grabbed hold of his big dick, and slid it into her soaking wet, ever-tight pussy. She would dare say herself, that she rode him that morning like she was a bull-riding champion, or something. As much as she adored this manâ€™s domination over her, and as much as she craved him putting every kind of restraint on her weak, nubile little body, making her helpless, vulnerable, and oh so horny almost perpetually, she was loving having this freedom with him tonight. And now, to top it all off, he had chosen her, the newest of the harem, to accompany him on an unusually long trip to a Caribbean island. She was right, Tuesday morning. This did turn out to be a very special night, just as sheâ€™d predicted in her heart.

â€œOne problem,â€ Betty thought, â€œMy mind was racing, getting ready for tonight. Who knows what gear Iâ€™ll bust, getting ready for two weeks, alone, with my Dom all to myself, nothing to do but please him all day, day after day. Whew!â€

Betty Black, part 3 - Her Master Called

mr_johnson — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 20:10:54 UTC

There were parties that Betty Black enjoyed going to, and ones that were more obligatory than voluntary, like the company Christmas party, the occasional birthday party for a â€˜higher-upâ€™ in the company Betty worked for, Sedgeworth Corp., and such, but for the most part, Betty was a homebody. She enjoyed working in her garden, where she grew beautiful roses, gardenias, and lilies mainly. She loved their fragrance in the morning, while they were still covered in dew. So delicate, needy, and full of life, they were a lot like Betty Black herself.

Betty had rushed to the courthouse shortly after her last appointment with Dom Fredericks. Sheâ€™d had no trouble taking care of the name change he had ordered her to make. Sheâ€™d had the expense put on the credit card Dom Jim had given her, which she was to keep, and use whenever, and for whatever he ordered her to do. Each of the six slaves had one of these cards, and each proved trustworthy to only use it when and for what their Master told them to. Betty was now in the middle of getting all her notifications out, to all interested or need-to-know parties. She ordered new checks from her bank, changed the name on all her personal charge accounts, and at work, where people closer to her had wondered what the change was for, but didnâ€™t really bother her about it. She was the personal secretary to the Senior Vice-President, and so she garnered the respect afforded a woman in her position, and didnâ€™t get the kind of scrutiny someone of lower rank might have gotten.

She had several nice perks that suited her situation well. One of these perks, was that whenever she felt the need to take time off, she simply ordered a temp replacement to cover for her. She never needed to ask permission from anyone. Her dress at work, was business-casual, and so she usually wore slacks or shorts, high heels, and very low-cut tops. â€œFunny how men never question why a woman dresses sexy,â€ she thought to herself. â€œThey just enjoy the view.â€ Her boss was, in himself, a perk. He treated her with the utmost respect, and dignity, and afforded her the freedom to come and go as she wanted, or needed. She appreciated Dan Wilde, Sr. V.P. so much. And so, now that she had a regular â€˜appointmentâ€™ that she had to go to every Tuesday afternoon, she simply arranged for it, and a temp covered for her from Noon on, every Tuesday. No questions were ever asked.

Sure, Dan was like all men. And when he stood over Betty at her desk, his stare at her cleavage was sometimes cause for awkward moments, but Betty thought very little of it. If she didnâ€™t want men to admire her beauty, she wouldnâ€™t dress in the hot outfits she wore every day. Dan would sometimes embarrass himself, because his gaze down her blouse made him look like a deer caught in the headlights on a dark roadway. He would just freeze, as if in a stupor. Betty enjoyed these moments, and basked in his ogling gaze. It usually even made her nipples harden, which she was sure Dan was aware of, because she always wore shelf bras, the kind that supported her breasts, but didnâ€™t cover her nipples. So, her hard buds could easily be seen poking through her thin, tight tops. Dan sighed, as he daydreamed. Then, he realized what he was doing, and would always act a bit sheepish. But Betty would just ignore him, and stand up. That always gave him an easy way to regain his composure, and go on about his business. But Betty was well known all over the office, which had a total of 357 employees, about 50-50 men & women. Whenever she walked down a hallway, if there was a group of men standing there talking, about anything, the conversation ceased when Betty walked by. They got out of her way, and then seemed to always be much more interested in counting her steps as she walked, than resuming their conversations.

The only thing difference about her week now, besides the obvious on Tuesday, was the additional item she always wore, at Dom Jimâ€™s command; a tiny devise that she kept inside her slit, pressed up against her clit, held in place by her thong panty. Whether at work, at home, or in bed sound asleep, she always kept the little button in place. Itâ€™s function was simple, and Betty found it most appealing, to be reminded constantly that she belonged to her Master. The little button was a cell phone operated vibrator, which only Jim Fredericks had the number to. Whenever he wanted, he would call the phone number the button was designated for, and the little, otherwise dormant button would begin to silently vibrate, and send a shock wave through Betty Blackâ€™s body. It wasnâ€™t a very strong pulse, and she had never been surprised so badly, as to cause her the slightest embarrassment. It simply reminded her, that her Master, for whatever reason, had decided to call and turn the little clit buzzer on. It reminded her, excited her, and pleasured her intensely.

It (the buzzer) had almost embarrassed her one day at work. Dan was asking her a question, staring down as usual at her tits, when at that moment the vibrator started its little dance on Bettyâ€™s clitoris. She looked up, with a start, straight into Danâ€™s eyes, hoping he didnâ€™t know what was going on! Of course he didnâ€™t know, but it nevertheless shocked her, because it was the first time it had gone off at work while someone, not to mention a man, not to mention her boss, was looking at her. She kept her composure as she stared up at Dan, who suddenly looked a little perplexed. She stood up, and said, â€œI just remembered some work I need to collect from a couple of the girls (other secretaries), Iâ€™ll be right back, Dan. And off she went, avoiding any further embarrassing reactions the little clit massager might induce.

Now, Betty Black was home for the evening. It was Thursday, and she wondered how her friend and fellow slave, Norma was doing. Tonight was Normaâ€™s night to be Dom Jimâ€™s slave-designate. Betty poured herself a cup of coffee, and settled into her easy chair in the den, opened the John Grisham novel sheâ€™d been reading for the past week, and prepared to enjoy a quiet evening at home. All her obligations were behind her for now, and it felt good to be able to truly relax tonight.

It was only 8:10 PM, and so she reached down between her legs, as had become a habit by now, made sure her button was firmly and properly in place, and leaned back in her easy chair to take a 10 minute power nap. Suddenly, the phone rang, and Betty sprang up to answer it. To her amazement, it was her Master himself, Dom Jim Fredericks. â€œHi, Betty. Did I disturb you?â€ He politely asked. â€œNo, not at all Master. I am always available for you. How may I serve you, Master?â€ Betty replied, like the well-trained pet she was becoming. â€œIâ€™m afraid slave Norma has taken ill tonight. I was wondering if you could come take her place for the rest of the evening.â€ Jim inquired sweetly. Betty couldnâ€™t believe her good fortune. She didnâ€™t want Norma to be deathly ill, but if she could see her beloved Master again, before next Tuesdayâ€¦..

â€œOh Master, you know Iâ€™d be delighted to come help out,â€ the good slave said. â€œIâ€™ll be there as fast as I can. See you soon, sir. Goodbye.â€ And with that, she was off and running. She threw on her black halter dress, stepped into black spike heels, and was on the highway in no time. On her way there, her clit buzzer went off. Dom Jim was letting her know he appreciated what she was doing for him. Betty was in heaven. She was mindful not to exceed the speed limit. Poor Trooper McTinyDick would have to stop some other woman tonight.

â€œIs Norma going to be alright, Master?â€ Betty inquired, as she kissed her Dom hello at the door. â€œOh yes, she just had some bug, and I didnâ€™t want to catch it, so I sent her home,â€ Jim replied. â€œYou look marvelous, slave Betty. Come, Iâ€™ll get you situated.â€ Betty couldnâ€™t wait for her Master, whom she thought she would not be seeing for 5 more days, to get her situated. Right this way, slave Betty with the nice boobs,â€ Jim reminisced from their first ever encounter. Betty realized when she walked into the â€˜playroomâ€™ that things were going to be a little different tonight. She was going to be substituting for another of Dom Jimâ€™s slaves, and he might do things a tad different with his other girls, than he did with her. It appeared from the way the playroom was laid out, that that was going to be the case tonight.

Betty was mistaken about the furnishings being bolted to the floor. Upon further inspection, it was revealed that the anchors used to keep certain pieces of furniture in place were actually toggle bolts, which could be lifted quickly and easily by a little handle on each one, and the entire apparatus could then be moved and replaced with something else. Tonight, all the pieces of furniture had been moved to the walls, and so the floor in the middle was clear. However, overhead was where Bettyâ€™s attention was drawn, for hanging from the ceiling was the devise that Dom Jim had planned to use this evening. Betty understood when she saw it, that it was obviously meant for someone tall, with long legs like Norma. Norma was a good 5â€ taller than Betty, and was built long & lean. She basically was a bean pole with boobs. Big boobs. At least on her they looked big. She was a 38C cup, and for a girl as tall and skinny as she was, they looked more like double Ds. She was, in a word, top heavy. The 5 foot spreader bar that hung from the ceiling was to be used to hoist Norma upside down, with her ankles attached to each end of the bar. The usefulness of this position was unquestionable, even for a novice, like slave Betty. For one, 69 maneuvers could be comfortably carried out, with Dom Jim standing in front of the naked upside down girl, raising her high enough that her mouth was level with his cock, then, a small matter for the free-standing Dom to hold ass cheeks with both hands, and enjoy the deliciousness of upside down pussy, while the slave serviced him, inverted style. â€œSweet!â€ was all slave Betty said.

â€œYou like this idea, slave? You think youâ€™d like to have a go?â€ asked Jim. â€œOh yes, definitely Master. Iâ€™ve always thought this would be fun,â€ Betty drooled. â€œWell then, shall we?â€ the Dom knew how to take a hint. â€œYou think you want a shorter bar? This one may stretch your legs too much,â€ Jim cautioned. â€œOh, uh uh, I want this one please, Master.â€ Betty insisted. â€œVery well then, strip.â€ The Dom commanded.

Perhaps the Dom was right, but it was too late now. He had managed to attach her ankles to each end of the long bar, but it made her look like she was doing the splits, upside down. She was afraid that such a stretch would be painful. It was not very comfortable, but she was fairly confident she could endure it long enough for she and the Dom to have some fun. The fact that he didnâ€™t gag her was evidence that her imagination about this situation was right on track. He would have a use for her open mouth. He did tie her hands behind her back, and her elbows as well, and a line held her wrists up, even with her butt. Nothing yet, had made her feel so helpless as this. She could do absolutely nothing on her own, and she hoped the equipment was sturdy, or she could fall right on her head, and break her neck. She didnâ€™t worry, much.

As Jim moved over toward her, she found she was right a second time. Her mouth was even with his now erect cock. First, he maneuvered his Johnson into her open mouth, and felt the warm, wet sensations of her oral cavity envelope his hard, sensitive penis. Then, he bent over, and began licking her juicy, fresh shaven female parts. The stretching had opened her up nicely, and Jim was enjoying digging in deep. At this angle, he could press down hard with his tongue, and really sink his teeth into her drenching wet snatch, while she worked at holding onto his manhood by sucking as hard as she could. They were both loving this. Jim was almost glad Norma got sick, and Bettyâ€¦.Well, she was living the dream.

Never had she imagined that she could be living such a satisfying life. She did wish, in the back of her mind, that she could be Jim Frederickâ€™s only slave girl, 24/7, but she certainly didnâ€™t wish any harm to any of the other girls. They had their place in the Domâ€™s heart, too. But she was all but too willing to always be ready, anytime her Master called.

Betty Black - sequel to Thai Chicken

mr_johnson — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 20:03:12 UTC

Jim Fredericks was a busy man. A billionaire many times over, Jim had no need to make any more money, but he had a sixth sense for opportunities in the business world, and when the entrepreneurial spirit hit him, he couldnâ€™t resist taking the plunge into a new and interesting venture. 9 times out of 10, he hit dead on, or close enough to it, to make yet another small fortune. Everyone else might be sinking in the latest tidal wave of catastrophe, but Jim is the one who would have woken up the night before the disaster, and just felt in his gut it was time to sell that particular stock, and got out while the getting was solid gold. His head butler once smirked, and told him, â€œSir, you made more money just today, than I have made in 30 years as a professional. I think I shall go shoot myself now, if I may be excused, sir.â€ He was joking, of course, about the shooting, but not about Mr. Fredericks nose for a â€˜little $-sign making ideaâ€™, as Jim often put it. Today, Mr. Jim Fredericks was head-over-heels into just such a project. He only had one distraction, it was Tuesday.

Betty cursed! A very unusual thing for miss Betty Standwick to do, but these were extenuating circumstances. She was running late for her appointment, and to actually be late would mean, as Mr. Fredericks warned her, losing her place as his Tuesday slave girl. He would simply have another party, invite friends and tell them each to bring a friend, and take his pick of dozens of eligible young women to take Bettyâ€™s place if she didnâ€™t follow his instructions to the letter. She was well aware that he meant it when he said it. He had often, in her 3 months as his designated â€˜Tuesday Delightâ€™, suffered hardship upon himself, just for the sake of keeping his word to someone. He seemed to rather die, than go back on his word, once he gave it to someone. It was this realization that forced Betty to make a quick, determined, and very risky decision.

One of the first compliments Master Jim had paid slave Betty, was how she sounded when she moaned, with a ball-gag in her mouth, or when she was giving him head. â€œNothing in my vast array of memories, thoughts, imaginations, or experiences gives me an erection quicker than hearing you moan, slave Betty.â€ Jim noted on her first day as his Tuesday slave girl. The remark had stuck with her, and had often motivated her to give him just such a serenade when she especially wanted to please him, since that fateful day. It was this remembrance that gave her the idea, that now had her on her knees, in the bushes, on the roadside, with Mr. Son-of-a-Bitch Highway Patrolman, Trooper McMasters.

Getting stopped for speeding while trying desperately to get to the Fredericks Compound on time, had put her whole new, wonderful weekly â€˜careerâ€™ in jeopardy. As she waited for this State-Trooper-from-hell to finish writing her up, making her sit in his patrol cruiser while he took his sweet time with the ticket, no doubt so he could get several eye-fulls of her curvaceous body, and long bare legs sticking out from under that wonderfully short black dress, Betty concocted what she hoped would be a workable plan to speed the process up, and get her back on the road in time to meet her 5:00 PM deadline. It was presently 4:30, and she had another 15 minutes to get to her destination, get through security, and be ringing that door bell at precisely five oâ€™clock, as instructed, â€œno sooner, no later.â€

There was no doubt that Trooper McMasters was attune to Bettyâ€™s offer when she made it. â€œExcuse me, Mr. McMasters. That is your name on your badge, isnâ€™t it?â€ â€œItâ€™s Trooper McMasters, miss. Now, uh, whut is it?â€ he retorted, like the Alabama redneck he was. â€œI just wondered if there was inny little oâ€™ thing a little girl like me could do to maybe speed up this whole â€˜getting a ticketâ€™ thing. Iâ€™m just in a dreadful oâ€™ hurry, you see, and I thought maybe (as she gave him her patented cow-eyed pout) if I could do something to make it worth your little oâ€™ while to let little oâ€™ me goâ€¦(batting her magnetic blue eyes at him), Iâ€™d surely be more than proud to accommodate you, sir.â€ â€œWell, uh, whut xackly dâ€™ju have in mind, miss uh, Stand-wick?â€ â€œWell, my boyfriend tells me I give awful good head. And I donâ€™t never tell him, cause he donâ€™t need no silly encouragement from me, but I love to do it for him, and so I was wondering if youâ€™d maybe let me practice on you, and maybe instead of that nasty ticket, weâ€¦..

Betty didnâ€™t have to finish the whole proposal. Trooper McMasters saw a chance of a lifetime staring him in the face, and he threw open his cruiser door, ran around to the passenger side, got Betty by the right hand, and practically drug her into the roadside bushes, where he proceeded to make himself ready for this â€˜trade agreementâ€™, he hoped before he shot off pre-maturely from the sheer thrill he was feeling right now! This girl was a knock-out in his, or any other human maleâ€™s book, and he was gonna get a blow job from her?! For free!? Shit-Fire!!! He stood in front of her steaming-hot form, unzipped his fly, and revealed what to Betty, was the shortest, fattest, stubbiest, poor excuse for a dick she had ever seen. She gulped back a laugh, kept a straight face, and exclaimed in her best â€˜OMGâ€™ tone, what an enormous piece of manhood he had, and then she got the idea that saved her. As she wrapped her lips around his tiny fat prick, she began to moan. That sound, and vibration that always served to please Master Jim to no end, had an even more immediate effect on Trooper McMasterâ€™s tiny tool, and he came in 60 seconds flat. When he finished squirting his two or three drops, hardly enough for Betty to even have to taste, he leaned back against the tree behind him, grinned the most smart-aleck grin sheâ€™s ever seen, and said, â€œWell miss Stand-whutever, I guess that was a mighty big jolt for a little filly like you, but thatâ€™s the way us big strong troopers are.â€

She just gave him the best â€˜O dear me!â€™ look she could muster, said, â€œMy my, that was really something, Trooper McMastersâ€¦.but Iâ€™ve just got to be running along now, yâ€™all do understand, sir?â€ she said in her best fake southern accent. He gave her a sly grin, and said, â€œThatâ€™s okay little one, you run along now. And next time youâ€™re on this stretch oâ€™ road, you jus â€˜member to look ole Trooper Mike up again. I reckon we can make the same sweet deal any ole time, darlinâ€™.â€ She thanked him profusely, then turned and ran back to her car, and got on her way, leaving that spent half-dick feeling like heâ€™d just conquered Cleopatra herself.

4:55 PM, Betty turned into the Fredericks Compound drive. She couldnâ€™t just speed straight up to the door. First she had to show her i.d. to the guard, even though heâ€™d become accustomed to seeing her arrive at about the same time each week for a while now. â€œGood to see you again, Miss Standwick. Please proceed with caution,â€ the guard nodded politely. Betty drove the remaining Â¼ mile, to the circle drive that came up to the main houseâ€™s front steps. The valet opened her door immediately, knowing full-well she was in a hurry, took her keys from her with a doff of his cap, bidding her good evening, and she scurried to the front door, ringing the bell atâ€¦.5:02 PM. No one answered. Betty rang the bell another 4 times, hoping against hope she hadnâ€™t missed her deadline too badly. At 5:10, she hung her head, dejected, and started to softly cry.

Vain to the end, though, she came to her senses, and before any of her mascara could start to run, she reached into her tiny black purse, and pulled out a white handkerchief. She wiped her nose, and then patted her eyes. Inspecting the white cloth, she saw no sign of black marks, and stuffed the rag back in her bag, then turned to leave. As she slowly made the trek down the 13 steps of Frederick Manor, she saw the valet walking back from parking her car. He saw her at the same time, smiled, and cocked his head to hear her better as she gave a deep sigh, beginning to ask him if he could please retrieve her little Chevy Camaro, as she would be needing to leave again, sadlyâ€¦.

Jim Fredericks was furious! Not only had this schmuk from Paduccah, New Fucking Jersey kept him on the phone too long, but he was such a blabber mouth, going on and on about â€˜who-the-fuck-knows-what!â€™ Jim complained to his assistant. Whatever thought he had at Noon today, about investing in this sinking ship of a company, was long gone now, and if that ass-hole called back, he was to be put on proverbial hold, was Jimâ€™s exact instructions to Herbert. Now, Jim was jogging through the hallway, running actually. He was fucking late! He was NEVER fucking late, goddammit! NEVER!! He would shoot one of his assistants if they were ever late, now he was running late for the most important part of this otherwise pointless day! â€œDamnâ€¦IT!!â€ he fumed. Striding to the front door, he flung it open without bothering to know if anyone was there, had been there, he was just eager as hell to see slave Betty standing there, and when she wasnâ€™t, he raised his hands, looked up in the sky and shouted â€œMother Fucker!!! Kill that fucking bastard!!!â€ meaning the fucking bastard from New Jersey who had now caused him to miss his Tuesday delight.

Betty wasnâ€™t far away, yet. She had made it down the stairs, and was standing near the valet booth, waiting for her car to be brought around, when suddenly she heard all this ranting and raving coming from the front door. She turned and looked, and to her amazement, it was her Master, Jim himself. She could hardly speak from excitement. She choked down some air, and shouted up at him, â€œMaster Jim, is that you?â€

No matter what you have to do, when the goal set before you is valuable enough to be worth the doing, itâ€™s no problem at all. And if you have to suck a few tiny cocks to get the job done, how is that even a problem? These were some of the thoughts going through slave Bettyâ€™s mind now, as she sat contented, happily waiting for her beloved Master to finish tying off her elbows, and finish hog-tying her, as she lay face down, naked and gagged, on his luxurious king size bed. â€œYou know, Iâ€™ve seen a lot of beautiful women in little black dresses, Betty,â€ Jim said as he double-checked some of the knots holding his slave immobile and curled up, ready for his pleasure. â€œBut you are by far the most incredible. That body-stocking you wore tonight is your signature outfit. In fact, thatâ€™s what Iâ€™ll make it,â€ Jim thoughtfully proclaimed, â€œBetty Black will now be your name. When you get home, youâ€™re to go to the courthouse, and have your name legally changed to Betty Black. Whatever such a procedure costs, just send me the bill.â€ Betty turned her head until she could make eye contact with her captor-lover, and simply nodded in obedience. He understood she couldnâ€™t speak. The bit-gag heâ€™d used on her tonight was too prohibitive of such, not that she minded, at all.

Nor did she mind any of the elements of her bondage, tonight. Master Jim had done a wonderful job of making her immobile, and yet in every way, available. Her hands were curled up behind her back, in a position called a reverse prayer. Her palms faced each other, but were turned around so that her fingers pointed upward, and her hands rested in between her shoulder blades. The rope coupling them, was then drawn over her shoulders, and around her bare breasts to make a secure harness for her luscious globes, and the pressure of the rope also helped keep her nipples hard, something Betty knew was pleasing to her Master, and thus was, to her also. This positioning also kept her hands from interfering with anything Jim had in mind to do with her lovely bare ass. And it kept her shoulders pinned back nicely, which magnified how well her tits stuck out, for her Masterâ€™s visual and sensual delight.

But, he also did a nice job with her feet, and legs. With ankles crossed, he bound them together, and drew them up tightly, securing the other end of the tether to the slaveâ€™s breast harness, thus keeping all the lines close to her body, and out of his way. He could touch plenty of bare skin, without too many ropes obstructing his view, nor any of his further maneuvering. Back at her knees, he tied a two foot long spreader bar between them, which opened her pussy nicely, but also made it damn near impossible for her to roll over. He could turn her any time he wanted, so she was movable, but not without his direct intervention. A pillow placed under her belly sufficiently raised her torso, and arched her back, so that from the rear it was obviously an easy entry into both her vagina, and her asshole. Sliding her to the edge of the bed, so that her head hung over the side, made for comfortable face fucking, especially since Master Jimâ€™s bed set up so high. Her head was already level with his erect cock.

Speaking of cock, Betty had gleefully admired Master Jimâ€™s, while he tied her up. He was anything but bashful about being naked in front of her, and often got hard just from seeing how he was getting her positioned, thinking she looked so sexy in those ropes. But slave Betty was especially thankful for how nice-sized he was, remembering the â€˜other oneâ€™ sheâ€™d had to deal with this afternoon. She was enthusiastically content.

But, as pleasant and sweet as this all was, Jim was still in command, still the Master, and he had his slave here, nude, bound, helpless, horny, and silenced for a reason, and that was because he was one horny bastard. And, he loved shocking his slave, stinging her flesh with whip and/or crop or paddle, just to hear her scream through whatever gag he chose to silence her voice with. He loved to use several different methods of torture; clamps, clips, pins, needles, blindfolding her to add to the severity of her sensitivity. He loved to fuck her mouth with his cock, while he fucked her pussy simultaneously with a vibrating dildo, all the while allowing another vibrator to run in her asshole. Three holes at once was a delight for him to do to his slave, whichever one, on whichever day of the week it was. He had six regular slaves for every day except Sunday. Betty was the newest, having been serving him for 3 months, and Sylvia, Jimâ€™s Monday slave, was the senior member, about to celebrate her 5th anniversary as his slave, and also his Public Relations Rep.

Whenever Jim Fredericks traveled for a period of time, he chose one from his harem to accompany him, and this was always a real treat for the chosen member. She had him consecutive days, without having to share with anyone. These trips took place frequently, and were always an incentive for all his girls to be on their very best behavior. Since Betty had been on, no traveling had taken place, so she didnâ€™t know yet, what chance she had of being the chosen member. But, she was about to find out, and it would turn out to be one of the most memorable experiences of her young life, as you will see in the upcoming continuation of â€˜Betty Blackâ€™ the series.

Janie's Big Day, part II

mr_johnson — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 10:53:43 UTC

Janieâ€™s Big Day part II

Jism, spunk, sperm, fluid, gel, cream, semen, squirt, load, junk, jazz, cum, cumming, lava, ooze, and ejaculation juice. Whatever you call it, that stuff that comes out of a manâ€™s cock when he has an orgasm was drenching Janieâ€™s face, neck, hair, and the top of her bare tits, right now. It felt, and smelt so good.

Letâ€™s remember that â€˜Janieâ€™sâ€™ real name is Margaret Jenkins. But all Billy, her â€˜realityâ€™ Master, wanted to call her, was Janie. And when he was in her house, he was in charge of everything. You may recall from part I, â€˜Janieâ€™ is Margaretâ€™s cyber-sex name, and thatâ€™s where Billy met her. Then, through some skillful computer hacking, he managed to find her exact physical location, a nice country home, nestled on some forested, secluded land outside Jackson, MS. After prying his way in through the back door, he snuck up on, subdued, bound, and had his way with Janie on his first â€˜visitâ€™. She took to him, and his massive 12â€ cock, and invited him back for dinner, and some more Master/slave exploration. Now, they were in the middle of that second encounter.

After dinner, Billy rose from the table, walked behind Janie and pulled her arms behind her, over the back of her chair. He tied her elbows and wrists with soft, cotton cord, so that her forearms were practically welded together behind her back. It wasnâ€™t uncomfortable for her, but it made her aware of what â€˜total helplessnessâ€™ felt like. He then disrobed her, tied her ankles crossing each other, and had her stand on her knees on some pillows for comfort (heâ€™s such a sweetie), and then attached her wrists to her ankles with a short piece of rope. She was hogtied standing up. After playing with her tits for a while, he was erect and ready. He â€˜madeâ€™ her service his plow with her mouth, and unlike their first encounter, shot his load into her gaping oral cavity. But, that much cock emits a sizeable volume of warm, pungent sperm. Much more than little Janie could ever hope to swallow. Hence, the covering she received when he pulled out before he was finished erupting, dumping a goodly amount on her face, neck, hair, and tits. She loved it.

To her, nothing smelled as erotic as a manâ€™s cum. It made her want more. It wasnâ€™t a pleasant smell, but it was very intoxicating to her. Salty and kind of nutty to the taste (maybe because Billy ate a bag of peanuts on his way to her house), she savored every drop she was able to taste and swallow. But now he was spent, for the time being, and he had something special for his new slave to keep her occupied while he rested and recharged.

He was in her bedroom for a little while, and then he came for her. Easier than untying her and making her walk, he simply picked her up and carried her to the bedroom (â€œour playroomâ€, he called it), and showed her what was waiting for her. He set her on the floor, standing her up on her knees as before, and thoughtfully placed pillows under her knees, so the hardwood floor wouldnâ€™t damage any ligaments. Sliding her over to the foot of her king size brass bed, he placed her in front of the â€˜presentâ€™ he had gotten her. It was an almost perfect replica of his own enormous tool, only in dildo form. It was made of a kind of rubber that gave it a close resemblance in texture, to a real, erect penis. Billy had tied it to a cross-bar of the bed frame, so that it was just a little higher than Janieâ€™s mouth. She stood there on her knees in wonder.

Next, Billy showed her the other new â€˜presentâ€™ heâ€™d bought her; a fresh new leather collar, with O rings on three sides, and a padlocking, adjustable closure, to fit it snug to her neck. He fastened the collar in place, padlocking it behind her head, and then took out a new leash, and snapped it onto the front O ring. â€œNow, Janie, open wide and get that fake dick in your mouth nice and deep.â€ Billy commanded. Janie did as she was told. When the dildo was embedded in her jaw a good 4 â€“ 5 inches, he tied the leash to a bedpost. Now, she had only enough slack to move her mouth back and forth on the pseudo-phallus, without having enough slack to pull all the way back and remove it from her now well-gagged mouth. â€œNow, while I rest and recharge, you can practice. Practice makes perfect, you know.â€ Billy grinned.

The angle that the dildo kept her head locked into also prevented Janie from being able to look down. Her head was tilted upward, so that she was forced to stare at the ceiling, while she â€˜practicedâ€™. So, she couldnâ€™t see when Master Billy reached around and gave her luscious firm tits a good massaging. She only moaned in surprise, and pleasure at his attentions. When he rolled her nipples tightly between his thumbs and fingers, the sensations went straight south, to her drenched, yearning pussy, making her clit swell to an impressive and ultra-sensitive state. With her ankles tied in criss-cross fashion, her thighs were held open, reminding her of how readily available she was to her Master at all times.

â€œIâ€™m going to go lie down in the living room, and watch some TV, slave Janie. You have fun, but behave yourself while Iâ€™m gone, okay?â€ Billy had such a sense of humor, Janie thought. â€œBehaveâ€. How could she not? She giggled a muffled giggle through her new gag/cock/practice tool. When he was out of the room, and had shut the door, she tried to make the most of this situation. She did practice, moving her tongue in creative ways around the rubber dicky, and also trying some new moaning and whimpering, and cooing noises to arouse her Master when she was working on the real McCoy. After half an hour though, she began to tire. Just then, Master Billy came into the room and asked, â€œHow ya doinâ€™ slave? You behaving yourself? Are you having a lot of fun?â€ Janie moaned to try and tell him she was getting really tired. But Billy wasnâ€™t interested. He came for a specific reason. â€œHere. Its time for another new present. Youâ€™ll love these.â€

Master Billy produced an impressive pair of gold plated nipple clamps, which he wasted no time securing onto Janieâ€™s hard nipples. Even though she was tired, as soon as Master Billy entered the room, she got excited, which directly affected her nipples. He had no trouble fastening the pinchers onto her half-inch-long nubs. They hurt a little. Billy said, â€œThose will give you something to look forward to. I promise Iâ€™ll take them off when I come back.â€ After another half hour, Janie was feeling the pain. She was more than ready for her Master to come back. She continued sliding the dildo in and out of her restrained mouth, and tried, futile as it was, to wiggle free of her wrist restraints. With her elbows tethered together tightly as well, this proved to be a true waste of time. The chain that joined her nipple clamps, and hung between her bare breasts tapped against her abdomen as she moved back and forth on the fake man-meat.

All this movement, straining and struggling, only resulted in making poor helpless Janie intensely horny. She couldnâ€™t stand waiting for her Master to come back and attend to her, any way that he wanted. She was ready for absolutely anything. She didnâ€™t have to wait much longer. Just a few minutes later, Billy sauntered into the â€˜playroomâ€™. Janie could tell he was in there by the sound of bare footsteps on the hardwood, though she couldnâ€™t turn to look. A gentle, but huge hand on her shoulder let her know he was near. â€œBehaving? Practicing like a good slave girl?â€ Billy softly inquired, not needing a response. He could see she was right where heâ€™d left her, tied, tethered, gagged and anchored at the foot of the bed. He was fully recharged, too, and ready to spend his newfound energy on her.

â€œLetâ€™s get you up,â€ he said, and untied the leash holding her mouth around the big phallus plug. He pulled her head back slowly, so she wouldnâ€™t hurt her jaw, and let her get used to closing her mouth, and being able to lick her lips after such a long time not being able to. She finally said, â€œThank you, Master, for my practice time.â€ She was a hell-of-a-slave, for sure. â€œThatâ€™s a good girl,â€ he replied. â€œNow, letâ€™s get you on the bed. I want to reposition you.â€ He untied the connecting rope, that held wrists to ankles, and helped her up off her knees. Then, he untied her ankles, so she could stand flat-footed in front of him, with her back still to him. Then, he even untied her wrists and elbows, and allowed her to lift her arms over her head, and stretch. She yawned a big yawn, too. Now relaxed, she waited for her command.

â€œOn the bed, slave,â€ the Master ordered matter-of-factly. She walked around to the side, and reclined on the big king mattress, sandwiched between two impressive brass frame ends. Billy gazed at her. She was so enticing to him. No matter how she posed, she had an allure that captivated his every attention. He also sat on the bed, and began preparing a long strand of cotton cord. â€œLay on your back,â€ he ordered, and she obeyed without question. He took her wrists in his big hands, and pressed her palms together in front of her. Then, he wrapped them up tight with the cord, tying the strand off at her upper wrist, on the back side of her hands, so she couldnâ€™t reach the knots, even with her teeth. Another piece of rope fastened wrists to head-frame, and held them up about a foot from the mattress.

More rope for ankles and thighs, and Janie was frog tied. Her legs were doubled, so that each ankle was bound flat up against itâ€™s adjoining thigh. Thus, her legs were unalterably folded up, and out of commission, and also, this made it very hard for her to close her legs. But Billy didnâ€™t stop there. He looped a line through each knee bend, and pulled her legs to opposite sides of the bed, thus butterflying her legs, spreading them the ultimate distance apart. This didnâ€™t bother Janie. She was very limber, from years of doing yoga, and pilates exercises at the gym. But, she was certainly splayed wide open, no doubt. Next, Billy stuffed a holey ball-gag in her mouth, and buckled it behind her raised head. When she drooled, lying on her back, it would have a way to exit, and not get caught in her throat. Billy was a very thoughtful Dom, to be sure.
Billy enjoyed blindfolding her this time, and saying, â€œSee if you can tell itâ€™s me inside your pussy, slave,â€ and he chuckled. She had to chuckle, too. Who else carried a horse-sized dick around with them? No one she knew of. Billy went over to the stereo, and put on some upbeat jazz cd that Janie had handy. He began to sway to the music, and he swayed over to the bed. Already naked, he climbed on top of Janieâ€™s outstretched, helpless form, and began stroking his already erect cock. As he gazed into her pink pussy folds, he became so aroused, he thought he might do the pre-mature thing. But, he got hold of himself in time, and eased up.

Now, he stood on all fours, hands & knees, and let his long hose dangle above its intended target. He looked her over, and let his snake rub across her labia, and up onto her belly button, then slowly, he moved it back down again. â€œYou want something, slave?â€ He baited her. She moaned and tried her best to say, â€œI want your cock!â€ He didnâ€™t make her wait long. Billy was poised and ready. He positioned his pole in front of her glistening wet lips, and in just a couple thrusts, because she was so incredibly wet, he was inside, to the hilt. Janie gasped!

To have that much massive manhood inside her tiny, tight canal, stretching the walls to their absolute limits, gave her a rush that forced her to scream, OOOOOHHHHH GOOOOOOD, YEEESSSS YESSSSSS!!!!! Then, she came in no time flat, while he pumped his drill bit in and out, in and out, harder and harder, until he also was climaxing with a yell, AAAAAAAHHHHHHH YEAH YEAH YEAAAAH!

Billy slowly rolled off her to one side, and his boa followed reluctantly. They both lay there, utterly spent, and utterly fulfilled and happy. Billy left Janie bound, while he stroked her belly, and her breasts, licking her still-hardened nipples to her continued moaning in blissful submission to his desires. â€œAre you finished with me, Master?â€ she asked with a tone that hoped for more. â€œThat will do it for tonight, my pet,â€ he said, as he began untying her, and allowing circulation to come back into her legs, causing them to tingle wildly. â€œNext Saturday, then?â€ she hoped. â€œOf course, slave Janie. Wouldnâ€™t have it any other way.â€

A Good Caning

mr_johnson — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 01:06:11 UTC

Andy and Sissy, the All-American couple. The couple you watch when theyâ€™re walking hand in hand down the hall in school, and begin to daydream what itâ€™d be like to be either of them. So gorgeous (both of them), so in love, so easy to like (but, hate at the same time), both of them carrying themselves in such a prim & proper fashion that you are certain that their shit REALLY doesnâ€™t stink. And to top it off, they are even polite to one another. â€œHere Sissy, let me carry your books for you darling.â€ â€œWhy thank you ever so much, Andy dear. You are such a kind and gentle man.â€ She drips sweetness. He exudes manliness and confidence, and friendliness to boot. They are indeed, the pillars-of-their-community, to be. Why, you couldnâ€™t find a fault in either of them if you put cameras in every corner of their lives.

Or, could you?

Andy and Sissy, out in a secluded neck of the woods, where no one ever was seen (they checked for days and days), walking hand in hand. They passed through a lovely meadow, where several varieties of birds serenaded them as they ambled by. Presently, they came to a babbling brook. The water, so clear and crisp and cold, and, â€œWill this spot do for me to serve you, Master Andy?â€ sweet Sissy inquired. OH, did I mention? As they ambled through this nature-paradise, they were indeed walking hand in hand. Itâ€™s just that, Sissyâ€™s hands were tied tightly behind her back. Andy held her hand(s) while they walked.

After they parked a couple miles away, and before taking their little hike, Andy came around to open Sissyâ€™s door (a gentleman always), and upon opening it, commanded sweet, darling Sissy, â€œYour back to me, hands behind your back.â€ She immediately obeyed her Master Andy, as always. When they were truly alone, they had a little different way with one another. Andy reached in the back seat of his Sebring convertible, and grabbed a handful of zip-ties. When he was finished with his sweet slave Sissy, she was absolutely at his mercy. First, he fastened her wrists tightly together, facing each other. Then, the elbows were lashed with several of the ties, to keep any one of them from digging in too deep. Once done with that, he told her to stand on the ground, so she stepped out of the car, and now stood on some grassy terf.

Andy removed first, her shoes & bobby socks (pitiful, ainâ€™t it?), then he reached under her mini-skirt and slipped her panties off, then he unbuttoned her blouse, and since she had forgotten to wear a strapless bra, like Andy had told her to, he ripped that stinker off with a SNAP CRACKLE POP! Sheâ€™d remember, next time. Then, he buttoned a couple of the lower buttons back, just so her blouse wouldnâ€™t flap in the air, like a flag or something. A collar, leash, and some shackles to keep her from running away (fat chance), and her ensemble was complete. â€œYou look just darling, Sugar Plum.â€ Andy mimicked himself from the way he talked to her in public. â€œWhy thank you, kind sir,â€ she responded. â€œOkay, letâ€™s walk.â€

Now, they are at the aforementioned babbling brook, where Sissy has just inquired as to whether or not â€˜Masterâ€™ Andy would care to be served. OH, you remember. Well, to move on then, Andy simply looked around to give one last survey, looked down at slave Sissy, and nodded. Which means, â€œYou may commence to serve.â€ The poor dear was so tightly bound, she needed a little help from her Master, to kneel without falling into the aforementioned babblingâ€¦you know. Andy made haste to unzip his trousers, and thereupon reveal the REAL reason why Sissy was willing to play these otherwise ridiculous role-playing games with her â€˜seven-years-running, boyfriendâ€™. She may have had (and did have) the nicest, fullest, firmest, roundest, sweetest, tits you ever saw, but HE was the one who was well endowed. Oh my word! That bratwurst was a foot long, and at least 7â€ thick, Iâ€™m not lying. He always made Sissyâ€™s mouth and pussy SO SORE, but she loved it and craved it SO MUCH. This little bondage game? If it made that â€˜throat stretcherâ€™ hard and excited, then, So Be It, she would play along like a BDSM queen! Can I get an AMEN!!??

She knelt, doing as she knew she mustâ€¦eyes on the ground, not looking up at his cock, or in his eyes, but down, like a good little submissive slut, getting ready for a good, and I mean very good face fucking. How he got this monstrosity is anybodyâ€™s guess, because his dadâ€™s was pretty punyâ€¦but I digress. So, eh hem, there they were, the finest of the finest in male & female prepster-hood, preparing for a blissful, cum-filled afternoon. Andy let his wrecking ball hang straight out, and with both hands free, picked up Sissyâ€™s chin with one hand, and played swirly-swirl with one of her very hard nipples, with the other. â€œOh, you look so hot, all tied up and helpless like that, slave girl.â€ Andy blurted. â€œOpen wide now, bitch.â€ He seldom used that word, bitch, but the excitement kind of overwhelmed him. He wasnâ€™t a Total Donny Osmond, after all.

She really did open her mouth as wide as she could, but it was never enough. His Mandingo was so huge, it stretched her jaw open, till she was straining not to gag on it with every desperate breath, through her nose of course. J Now, the hard part J , was that she was also given another command. â€œSwallow every drop today, or you get the cane.â€ Uh huh huh, OMG, not that! Sissy was so full of excitement, fear, exhilaration, COCK, and dread, she just knelt there trembling, and moaning, and whimpering, and begging with her big eyes, â€œplease please, not the cane!â€ â€œOh, yes,,,bitch. You do it right, or youâ€™ll be getting caned, for sure.

Andy was skilled at taking hold of her hair, and controlling the tempo of her head movements. While he manhandled her head with one hand, he diddled and piddled, and doe-dee-doe skittled with those fan-fucking-tastic nipples of hers. Damn, it was good to be him! I could kill him, personally, and Iâ€™m just the storyteller! I mean, when this kid went out for football, he was NOT impressive, by any means. When the coach called his two favorite players over, and told them to pick teams for a scrimmage, Andy was the third to last boy to get picked. He could catch okay, he ran kinda funny though, and he couldnâ€™t throw worth a damn. But, after catching a glimpse of him in the shower (the coach was a closet-gay man), he immediately made him starting quarterback, and captain of the team. â€œHe hands off pretty good,â€ was how he defended his decision. Slave Sissyâ€™s wrists and elbows, and ankles were getting sore, but nothing like her mouth was.

FINALLY, he came! Buckets of the stuff, volcanoed out of his Saturn V rocket, and ran all over Sissy. It oozed out of her mouth like cream filling out of a Hostess Twinkie. It dripped all over her luscious tits, ran down her bare, smooth, flat belly, streamed its way all the way to her bare, freshly shaven slit, and on it traveled down her silky, milky white inner thighs, and came to puddle up on the ground beneath her. Oh, I forgot, yeah, he stripped her naked before he began. Anyway, it was obvious to any passer-by, that she had failed the command that came with an ultimatum, â€œswallow it all, or get the cane.â€ Sissy was so full of creamy jism, and so turned on, she didnâ€™t fucking know, or care what â€˜the caneâ€™ meant, but sheâ€™d take her punishment, if she could just do this for the rest of her life. Andy just lingered there for a few minutes, soaking in the satisfaction that naturally came from such an explosive orgasm. He got a little weak in the knees, but he held his ground. Eventually, he slowly slid his crocodile out of her mouth, and then stepped back, to get a good view of his beauty, his slave, his cock-sucking champion of a woman, slave Sissy.

He admired her, up and down, down and up, over and under, through and through. â€œYou are awesome, slave.â€ He said proudly. â€œIâ€™m so glad youâ€™re mine.â€ Sissy sat up a little straighter when she heard that. She was proud of herself tooâ€¦and spent, and still horny, because she wanted that lumber yard in her still-wet canal oâ€™ love, and soon! â€œI want to fuck you good and hard now, bitch,â€ the words were music to Sissyâ€™s ears. â€œYes Master Andy, sir. Right away, sir.â€ And she stood up somehow, and hobbled over to where he was reclining. â€œHow do you want me, sir?â€ she asked, as if asking a photographer how to pose, so she could become world famous, or something. â€œNo, first comes the cane.â€ Andy answered. What he really meant, was the Cane, the Cane River was the name of the babbling brook they were having their afternoon delight next to, and it was a spring-fed river, and it was ice cold year â€˜round. Andy picked her up, walked over to the edge of the stream, and tossed her in. She was under water for a little while. Andy started to worry. Suddenly, like an under-water rocket, she shot up out of the freezing brook, screaming at the top of her lungs, â€œOOOOHHHHH, SHHHiiiiiTTTTTT !!!!!!!â€

Since she was still tightly bound, screaming was her only means of expressing any of her surprise, or dismay, or unbelief, or agony, or anything. She was cold and wet, but make no mistake, she was still her Masterâ€™s slave, and she still wanted that oil derrick in her twat. She hobbled her way to the bank, relied on Andyâ€™s strong arms to lift her back out of the painfully cold water, and dry her off with her own clothes. It was all that was handy. Then he laid the clothing in the open, to dry in the sun, and led his slave to a clearing, where he gently laid her down on her back, and slowly, methodically, gave her the mind-bending-est fucking she could ever hope to have. As cold as sheâ€™d been, she was wet with sweat by the time he was finished, not to mention ~ very sore indeed.

With extra zip ties within easy reach, Andy undid the ones around slave Sissyâ€™s feet. Then, he used the two trees that he had cleverly positioned her between, to tie her ankles, so that her wondrous inner thigh paradise was in full view, fully visible, touchable, lickable, fuckable, and her sweet nectar-producing pink pussy lips were so delicious-looking, and nicely swollen. With legs well spread, arms bound behind back, the young sex slave was looking like the most appetizing buffet imaginable. Andy kinda got carried away with his manly exuberance. But, one thing is for sure ~ nobody was complaining.

They napped there for an hour or so, cuddled up in each otherâ€™s arms (Andy untied her after her pounding), and they awoke and kissed, every now and then. â€œNext Saturday? Same place, same time?â€ Andy proposed. â€œDeal, Master,â€ slave Sissy whispered. Then, they got up, got dressed, and headed back to the car, and no one would ever be the wiser.

They thought.

George Bethwit was a friendless kid. He always tried to find secluded places to sit and have his lunch. Today, as luck would have it, he found a nice tree stump to sit on, in a thicket beside a babbling brook. He saw the two teenagers come down to the stream, on the other side, and wondered at first, why the girl walked so funny, with her arms behind her back, and taking baby steps, and all. He soon found out, as he watched in secret. He watched the whole affair, from no more than 50 feet away, very quietly. When the two lovers laid down for their nap, George finished off his peanut butter & jelly sandwich, opened his fly, and masturbated like it was going out of style. He shot a wad bigger than heâ€™d ever imagined he ever would. When he was done, and had cleaned himself off with a napkin, he stood up, gathered his trash, took one last look at that gorgeous naked girl, and said to himself, â€œBest lunch break I EVER had.â€

Janie's BIG Day

mr_johnson — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 00:53:06 UTC

â€œOOOOHH, YES SIR! Oh give it to me good, master Billy! Oh sir, Iâ€™m going to cum! OH, OH, OOOOOOHHH!! Oh sir, that was the best! Youâ€™re such a virile, strong man, master Billy. You really know how to give it to a young helpless girl like me. Can you come give me your expert love more often? I need it almost every day like that sir. I donâ€™t want no other man but you! Can you move here, so I can be your slave, and be here for you, bound and ready to serve you at a momentâ€™s notice every day?â€ Janie was asking her newest cyber-sex customer.

â€œOf courseâ€, he replied the same as they all did, â€œWhy of course, Janie. Being independantly wellthy, and free of all day to day problens, I see coming to live in your home town, and being your full-time Master a genine posibillity. Where do you live? I will have the movers notifyied immedately. I will tell them move the most nec. of my belogings from my Summer estat, so I can move in rite away. They can work on moving other things later. Then, we can be togeter without delay. Whatâ€™s that adress, baby?â€

â€œThis one spells as well as the others, tooâ€, she muttered under her breath. â€œOh that would be my dream come true. We will live happy ever after, and I will be your full-time sex toy. I live inâ€¦â€ Janie stopped composing her chat line, which was how she made her living, and thought about what town sheâ€™d like to be from, this time. â€œI live in Enid, Oklahoma. Can you come live with me in Enidâ€? she asked, looking at a Mapquest window in the corner of her screen and picking the most out of the way place she could see on that map. Of course, he said he absolutely could, and would get right on it. Moving there, that is.

And on and on it went for Janie, one after the other, for 6 hours a day. It wasnâ€™t a bad business. Sheâ€™d paid very little, relatively speaking, for the necessary licenses, equipment, and so on, to set up her own online business, and now she was working it as hard as she could. She hoped that by this time next year, she would have enough clients built up, that she could hire someone else to do the writing, and she could concentrate on just the call-ins. But â€˜from scratchâ€™ is where she was right now. She had to do it all herself. Sheâ€™d gotten pretty talented at multi-tasking in a hurry. She actually was one of the best little cyber-sex BDSM slave professionals out there, and word was getting around. She was overwhelmed with hits to her chat line, and phone line at the same time. Sometimes, there were 20 or 30 waiting to text-chat, like the little hill-Billy sheâ€™d just been chatting with (â€œwhat a goof ballâ€), and there would be 10 more wanting her attention on the phone. Her smartest investment was turning out to be a little message recorder devise that put incoming calls on hold. It reassured each caller that their call was so important to her, and Janie would get to him as soon as humanly possible, â€œsir master.â€

Of course, the real trick to this game was knowing how to spot a â€˜ringerâ€™, and go for the big prizes. When a visitor to one of the designated BDSM dating websites came on, a pop-up window in the corner of the screen showed the person Janieâ€™s photo, and offered to chat with him â€˜live, and in personâ€™. When he clicked on her balloon, he was given the choice of chatting over email, or for an extra fee, he could talk with her over the phone, and have a real date with a real submissive for a bondage, and/or other fantasy-realizing, chance-of-a-lifetime encounter. Most opted to chat over email, like the hillbilly who couldnâ€™t spell worth a shit that sheâ€™d just finished stroking for half an hour. If he really enjoyed his date with her, he could â€˜favoriteâ€™ her, for easy repeat dates in the future. And Janie had thought it wise to install another offer to her site. If a visitor really really liked her, he could contribute extra money to help support her, just like a real â€˜sugar daddy.â€™ No one ever actually opted to throw extra money her way, but there was always the chance someone would, so why not ask?

But, this shift was over, and she was tired, and ready for dinner and a little alone time. So, after her â€˜dateâ€™ with the hill-Billy, â€˜master Billyâ€™, she closed her window, and turned off her computer. She then turned off the light to her office, and walked out of it, and straight into her kitchen to get something she could nuke real quick to eat, have a cigarette, some coffee, and relax in front of the TV for an hour before bed. Just a normal working girl, she was. And as always, as she tried to relax, and put work behind her for the night, thoughts of her lastest â€˜dateâ€™ filled her memory. This was really not to her liking, usually, but she just couldnâ€™t help re-thinking her last â€˜dateâ€™, and how it went. This time, she chuckled to herself, â€œWonder how old Billy is doing? Think heâ€™s on his way to Enid?â€ she laughed to herself.

Next day, Margaret Jenkins got up bright and early at Noon. She fixed herself some coffee, lit a cig, and walked into her office, and fired up her pc. It would go through a short process of securing all the necessary features designed to keep hackers, and other malicious neâ€™er-do-wells out of her system. Then, she could go online whenever she felt like it. Usually she started at about 4:00 PM, and finished around 10:00 at night. She could work 16 hours a day if she wanted to, but she knew better than to try that. She had a hard enough time not getting burned out after 6 hours a day of non-stop bullshit. She figured she belonged in the Army, because â€˜Janieâ€™ â€œwent through more bullshit by 9:00 PM, than most people encountered in a week,â€ she laughed to herself. Why sheâ€™d chosen the alias â€˜Janieâ€™ was anybodyâ€™s guess. It sounded like a perky little name to call herself online, so she stuck with it.

Margaret was just about to head to her office and start her shift, when she heard a noise at her back door. It didnâ€™t really scare her or anything. It was just that she lived alone out in the country, and had never gotten used to all the creatures that wandered up to her porch, and she didnâ€™t want it to be another damn raccoon trying to find a way into her house. If it was, sheâ€™d shoo him away, but quick. When she got to the door, which was almost all glass, she looked out, but didnâ€™t see anything except a bare porch, and her lawn behind it. She guessed it was just the wind, and turned to go get to work.

As she turned to go to her office, a large hairy hand came across her mouth, and pulled her backward. Before she could react to this surprise, another hand grabbed both her hands and yanked them behind her back. A couple of ratchet clicks later, and she was handcuffed and helpless, a captive of someone. She was breathless. By the time she had a chance to take a breath, and scream for help, her attacker produced a ball gag, and stuffed it into her open, traumatized mouth, strapping and padlocking it behind her head. Next, still without a word being said, she was pushed over to a chair, where the strong assailant made her stand on her knees, and quickly handcuffed her ankles. But, he wasnâ€™t done. While she was immobilized in the chair, he took the time to buckle a collar around her neck, and with a strand of rope, tied her elbows behind her back so tightly that her forearms were now practically welded together. Margaret Jenkins was quickly becoming, against her will, everything â€˜Janieâ€™ became willingly for 6 hours a day. And before she could even think about moving from the chair, this very large, muscular invader attached a leash to the O-ring in front of her collar, and lashed it to the chair back that she presently leaned against. Margaret was now, for all practical purposes, just who she portrayed herself to be online, sex-slave Janie.

Working out of her own home afforded Margaret certain perks that just werenâ€™t available to anyone who worked at a real office in town. One of those perks was now a bit of an extra problem for her. She didnâ€™t like walking around her house totally naked, but she did like being utterly comfortable. The sheer, silky night shirt she was wearing, that she didnâ€™t ever bother to button, was the only thing she wore, and it was now adding to the danger of her predicament. The big man that had now fully captured and subdued her, now took a few steps back to review his handiwork. All he could say, the only thing he did say after being in her presence for over half an hour was, â€œWow! What a body!!â€ Then, he looked her up and down, over and over, and his eyes got bigger and bigger. She was indeed a sight for lustful eyes, and was presently on full display for this filthy intruder. â€œThose are some nice tits, babe. Slim waist, gorgeous, round, firm ass and legs. But the thing I like best is probably that fresh shaved pussy. Weâ€™re gonna have us a time, girlfriend! Margaret, or maybe I should call you Janie, we are gonna have us a time, you can bet on that.â€

The reality of what was transpiring was gradually seeping into â€˜Janieâ€™sâ€™ brain. Her home had been broken into by someone who, incomprehensibly, knew both her real and online name. â€œHow is that possible?â€ she wondered. Nobody knew her alias AND her real name. â€œWho is this guy!?â€ Never mind. The real problem was that this guy knew what she talked about online, and he was fast making it reality for her, and mostly for himself. She exclaimed, â€œPlease sir, let me go!â€ But all either of them heard was a muffled moan through that tight ball gag, and the only effect it had was to cause drool to start flowing out of the corners of her mouth, and fall cold onto her bare breasts. The shock of that cold spit hitting her tits made her look down with a start. Her reaction of beginning to cry about getting spit on herself, was translated a totally different way by her captor. He saw her look down, as if it had just occurred to her that she was naked, and then begin to cry and whimper about it. It excited him. He got very erect.

Looking up, Janie couldnâ€™t help noticing the bulge poking out from under his Leviâ€™s. She moaned, â€œOh no!â€ But he perceived it as, â€œWow, youâ€™ve got a nice cock!â€ He smiled a big smile, looked down at himself, back up at her, grabbed his crotch with one hand and pointed a finger at Janie. Shaking it at her, he said, â€œNow look at what youâ€™ve gone and did. You know who I am?â€ Of course, she didnâ€™t, but she was dying to learn, almost as much as she was dying to be set free from those inescapable hand and ankle cuffs, and everything else that held her fast in the chair, displaying, for this burglarâ€™s visual pleasure her entire naked little body.

She was without doubt, a hottie. At 5â€™2â€, 102 pounds, she was a petite little bombshell. She probably got into this line of work because men constantly reminded her how desirable she was to them. She found a way to safely harness that allure for her own gain, and took it. Safe that is, until now. Now, she was a strange intruderâ€™s naked, bound, helpless, squirming, moaning little sex toy. â€œNo, who the hell are you!?â€ she was dying to ask, if only she wasnâ€™t gagged.

â€œIâ€™m Billy. We â€˜datedâ€™ last night, you remember? You asked me to come be your master. You lied and said you lived in Enid, Oklahoma. Why hell, you live right here in my own town, girl! How long you lived in good old Jackson, Mississippi? Anyway, you need to be more careful when you set up a website. You know that little link that lets some joker give you extra â€˜sugar daddyâ€™ money? Well, for a bit of a computer wiz like me, it wasnâ€™t too hard to trace where that money went. I found your bank, then your account number, your real name and address, and well, here I am, sugar! Daddyâ€™s home! Meet your new sugar daddy, master Billy. Ta Da! Now, what say we get down to doinâ€™ some of them things we talked about last night online, hmmm?â€

Janie was mortified, awestruck, angry with herself for being greedy, which was why she added that link in the first place, and scared. What had they talked about doing, last night? She didnâ€™t remember, but she was pretty damn certain it involved her being bound, naked, helpless, and ready to serve and please her master. Well, it looked to her like she was off to a great start.

â€œLetâ€™s get you outa that chair, and somewhere you can be of more use ta me, darlinâ€™. How â€˜bout this coffee table here?â€ Billy said. He led her by her leash over to the coffee table in her living room. He had to be patient, or pick her up and carry her. She could only take baby steps with her ankles in leg irons. But, he let her walk. He thoroughly enjoyed the show. â€œMy my! Donâ€™t you have a delicious lookinâ€™ little ass?!â€ he exclaimed, then gave her a good firm swat on her bare behind. She jumped, and squealed; something that delighted Billy a great deal. â€œDo that again.â€ He swatted her again, only harder this time. She made the same squeal, and jumped with a jolt.

Eventually, she made it over to the coffee table, with Billy holding tight to her leash. He wasnâ€™t worried about this little sex-pistol getting away. He just enjoyed the feeling of being in absolute, total control of her. While she made her way to the table, he reached out and tweaked one of her already hardened nipples. â€œMan, thatâ€™s niceâ€, he said, while rolling the hard nub between his thumb and forefinger. He was a very large, muscular man, about twice her size, and a foot or so taller. When he put one of his hands behind her head, his fingers and thumb could cover both her ears. She was every bit his captive play-toy, and he was getting more turned on all the time, watching her shuffle slowly over to where he planned to have no small amount of fun with her.

He made her sit on one end of the 4 foot long table, that stood about 2 feet off the ground. It was plenty sturdy, with thick wooden legs at each corner. The best part about it, he thought, was that it had a glass top. When she laid on it, he could view her sweet, firm ass from underneath whenever he liked. Now, he reached in the duffle bag he had brought along, and pulled out some more cotton cord. He secured her feet to the end of the table with this piece of rope. Then, he reached in his pocket, and pulled out a key. He unfastened one of the handcuffs from her wrist, and untied the elbow rope. Now, he laid her on her back, and pulled her weak little arms underneath the heavy piece of furniture, and re-cuffed her hands. Then, another piece of rope fastened wrists to ankles. He stepped back, and looked. â€œNo, thatâ€™s not what I wantâ€, he said, and unfastened her feet from the cuffs.

More rope later, he had what he liked. Her legs were spread apart, with knees turned under, and ankles roped together, and to her wrists. This position made her pussy more open, which he figured it needed to be, or heâ€™d have a hard time getting his massive cock inside her. Then, he stripped. Janieâ€™s eyes got big. She moaned in amazement. His cock was enormous. She had seen such before, on a horse, but not on a human being. The length AND breadth were not to be believed. She squirmed and writhed in a panic. For the first time, she genuinely made an honest effort to get free.

The very thought of that massive thing being thrust inside her tiny, ever dampening pussy was an orgasmic experience in itself. She thought she might cum before he ever got it any nearer to her. She didnâ€™t have to tell him she was thrilled about it. She was quite well gagged, and she didnâ€™t have to reveal her true thoughts about anything right now. She had no way of escape, no way to cry for help, and this beast of a man was about to give her the fucking sheâ€™d only dreamt about till now. Let him think she was opposed to it. She didnâ€™t care what he thought about anything. She just squirmed and wiggled, moaned and squealed, and waited for the inevitable, gladly (shhhh). But first, he had other ideas, and she was about to learn what they were.

Billy straddled the table, and stood over her head. When she looked up, all she could see was enormous man meat, and two big balls. He bent over and reached around to the back of her head, unfastening the ball gag, and pulling it out of her sore mouth. â€œThank you for un-gagging me, sir. I promise Iâ€™llâ€¦â€Shhh, quietâ€, he interrupted. â€œOpen your mouth, Janie. You need a good face-fucking first.â€ And with that, he tilted her head up and pointed his rod toward her mouth. He went slow, letting her get used to the size, and how it stretched her mouth wide open, even wider than the gag had stretched her. Little by little, he pulled her head toward him, and thrust his throbbing boner into her mouth with patience, but unrelenting determination. Only when she showed she was about to start gagging, did he stop pushing it in. She had taken 3/4ths of it. That was good, in his book. Most women could only take about half. He was proud of her, and felt a certain compassion that he hadnâ€™t, till now.

He didnâ€™t cum, but eventually pulled his raging hard-on back out of her still-gaping mouth, and positioned himself at her pussy. With the same determined patience, he eventually managed to get it all into her canal. He must have stroked her clit, and her g-spot at the same time, because she came with a buck, and a jolt, and a scream he hadnâ€™t heard in a while. In fact, she came about 6 times. Then, it was his turn. He increased the speed of his thrusting, and the depth of each stroke, until his orgasm shot through his body with such a volcanic eruption, he did something he didnâ€™t usually do, he yelled out loud. AAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!, which made her react with the same intensity, and she came again, along with him. Twice!

They were both thoroughly spent. Billy would have squashed her if he had lain on top of her on the table, so he rolled off her, eventually, and laid on the adjoining couch, leaving her bound to the table. After an hour nap, he released her, and she joined him on the couch, snuggling up to him, as he put his big arms around her tiny, very satisfied, and tired body.

â€œYouâ€™re awful trusting, little Janieâ€, Billy finally said, â€œwhy the change?â€ She thought for a moment. â€œYou untied me, Billy. Youâ€™re not holding me hostage, or prisoner, or â€˜captive anythingâ€™. I could have gotten up, and gone and called the police. But what would I tell them? Sure, you broke and entered. But then, the only thing you did tonight, was the exact same thing that I told you last night that I wanted you to do to me. And, am I going to lie, and say I didnâ€™t cum 10 or 12 times tonight while you manhandled me? You could show them the transcript of our conversations from last night. Are they going to believe that you did anything to me that was really against my will? I donâ€™t think soâ€, Janie said confidently. Then, she put her arms around Billy, kissed him deeply, and then tilted her head meekly, pouted, and asked, â€œCould you maybe come back, through the front door this Saturday night? Iâ€™ll make dinner, and we can do a little more master/slave exploring. Would you like that?â€ Billy just nodded, yes.

â€œWill you also do one other thing for me?â€ Janie asked, â€œWill you fix the broken latch on my back door?â€ She laughed. They both laughed. â€œYou know, in the professional world, such an occurrence as this, has a name. You know what it isâ€, Billy asked. â€œNo. What?â€ Janie replied. â€œThis was your BIG day.â€ They both laughed again.

â€œBut seriously Janie, my new â€˜realityâ€™ sex slave, you should check your account balance whenever you have time, and see what a nice BIG sugar daddy I was for you, last night.â€ Janie looked astonished, then draped her arms around Billy and kissed him even more deeply. Then she said, â€œYou came nice and hard in my tight wet pussy. Think you can repeat that, in my big hungry mouth?â€ Then, she slithered down his reclined, bare physique, and found what she was there for. â€œMay I, master?â€ she asked with a pout. He was in a stupor, and just nodded, YES!!

Balancing Act

mr_johnson — Sat, 28 Aug 2010 20:26:00 UTC

â€œMaybe Iâ€™m the weird one. Maybe going to extremes is the more normal approach, and I need to let go more than I do. It seems more popular, indeed, to go hard core & heavy on the pain and torture when it comes to BDSM. But, I just canâ€™t get into it that way. It turns me off to think about inflicting a great deal of discomfort in any fashion. Maybe it sells better ~ the extreme stuff, but I remain happy, no, ecstatically happy with the softer side of bondage, and domination aimed at a lovely, submissive girl, whoâ€™s pleasure it is to serve and to please me. This excites her. Thatâ€™s cool. It excites me to give her the avenues with which to express her passion, without the thought of giving her a sound beating later, or planning to torture her to no end. That kind of thing, to me, just shows a complete lack of self-control, and self-discipline, and itâ€™s just plain mean, to me. If you and your partner are into it consentually, then fine. Go beat each othersâ€™ brains out in private. But, a woman who gets enjoyment out of being restrained, dominated, and reasonably disciplined; who enjoys being teased some, and tortured a little, and loves being submissive to her man; thatâ€™s for me. Itâ€™s just a fucking rush to have anything in life thatâ€™s as enjoyable, and passion-stirring as BDSM is, when itâ€™s taken to a reasonable degree, and not overblown. A girl is bound because she consents to be, because she loves being under her trusted manâ€™s control, and loves the feelings she gets from being unable to make any decisions for herself. She does as sheâ€™s told, and thatâ€™s a good thing. She loves being gagged for the same reasons. Sheâ€™s not allowed to speak, or complain, or offer her opinion. Sheâ€™s under his control, which is very freeing to her. If she only can do as sheâ€™s told, and canâ€™t utter a word to the contrary, then she also is released from many kinds, and degrees of stress, and so she gets a rush of sheer joy from these constraints. And I likewise, am equally pleasured by being handed all the control. It breeds love, and tender feelings for one another, to walk in such harmony together, and even get sexually gratified from it all. Thereâ€™s just no need for any of it to be taken past a safe, sane level, in my opinion. Maybe you wish I was wearing the gag, because you hate my opinion. Fair enough. Then stop listening to me. Go do something else. It really only matters to me, and the sweet piece of pussy Iâ€™m with, anyway. Thatâ€™s how I feel. How you doinâ€™? You terribly uncomfortable, baby?â€

Mary just shook her head. The ball gag kept her from doing much else, except nod or shake her head to express herself. She could moan, whimper, squeal a little, and that was about all. She was acutely aware that any real complaining wouldnâ€™t cause her captor to change the way he had her bound and subdued, and she was fully resigned to this fact. Sitting here listening to him go on & on about his love for BDSM, or any other bullshit was out of her control. â€œWhy bother,â€ she thought. â€œIâ€™m as helpless as a tied-up naked girl can be. Why should I make him angry, and bring harm to myself?â€

Mary was a bright girl. She was enduring the first 24 hours of being kidnapped, and held by this stranger for God knows what reason, with calmness, and sensibility. She was aware, of course, that she was a very attractive woman. Yes, she made a habit of wearing revealing, sexy outfits in public. â€œSo, sue me if I like looking my sexiest and best,â€ she thought to herself while being forced by those infernal ropes to remain seated in the chair she was relegated to. for now. All she hoped, was that Mr. BDSM to a Reasonable Degree over there would let her get up and stretch her legs pretty soon, because the truth was, she was damn uncomfortable, thank you!

â€œIt canâ€™t be money,â€ she thought, â€œunless he picked up the wrong woman by mistake. Maybe if I get a chance to tell him Iâ€™m poor, and he needs to kidnap someone wealthy instead, heâ€™ll realize his booboo, and let me go. Weâ€™ll have a big laugh about this, and Iâ€™ll go back to my normal, work-a-day existence. Iâ€™ll get to be with my boyfriend again, and everything will just get back to normal.â€ Mary entertained herself with these kinds of thoughts, but she knew she was just stroking herself. This man had gone to a lot of trouble to pull this abduction off, in broad daylight, without anyone noticing. And she knew he knew what he was doing. She just wished she knew why. Was he just this hard-up for a piece of ass? She wondered if he maybe just enjoyed this, like some kind of sick adventure. He sure wasnâ€™t going to find anyone to pay a lot of money for her release. â€œSo, what the hell could this be for,â€ she wondered. But, for now, she would have to stay bound, gagged, and ignorant, and depend on this slob for everything.

There wasnâ€™t much to keep her mind occupied in the shack he had her confined in. She could see out the front window of the little house, and see nothing but dense forest. She guessed they were somewhere far away from any chance of being discovered, because heâ€™d have closed off those windows, otherwise. She knew this wasnâ€™t a good thing, but also grateful she had something to look at besides four walls, and that son-of-bitch in the corner, who was watching TV at the moment, oblivious to everything. She couldnâ€™t see the TV from where he had her sitting. It probably wasnâ€™t intentional, she thought, but it was damn unthoughtful. If only she could have a chance to say, â€œExcuse me, sir, I hate to bother you, but could you possibly turn the TV toward me a little, so I can have something to look at besides Rocky & Bullwinkle out the window? Thank you so much.â€ She whiled away her time with these frustrating little thoughts. It had been a few hours since she had eaten, or drank anything, and she knew she was probably dehydrated, since the drool had stopped dripping out of the sides of her tightly gagged mouth, a few minutes ago. And, the more obvious, she didnâ€™t need to pee. Which was probably good, because, whenever she tried to get Mr. Reasonableâ€™s attention, he either didnâ€™t hear her, or didnâ€™t care. If she did have to go, she was aware that it meant sheâ€™d be sitting in her own pee for who-knows-how-long.

At least he hadnâ€™t beaten her, or hurt her in any way. She knew she could be thankful for that. Some of her dates had been rougher with her in the past, than he had been over the past hours. She did have things to be thankful for, no doubt. And when he did fuck her, which had been twice, so far, and two face fuckings, he used lube, and didnâ€™t get so forceful as to do her any real harm. â€œOkay, and he also has a nice big cock. I know it could be worse. Shut up!â€ she told herself. But, could this be the only reason for kidnapping her? She presently had no way of knowing.

As she sat there, she couldnâ€™t help the occasional need to try and get more comfortable. The unpadded wooden chair she was bound to was not the best place to be stuck for what was going on 2 hours, now. And the way he had her tied was none too pleasant either. Her arms were draped over the back of the chair, with cotton cord binding her wrists and elbows together. All the way together! It did wonders for her posture, and made her already-prominent tits stand out to the max, which, no doubt was the reason he had tied her this way. It didnâ€™t cause her any confusion whatsoever that he had her sitting naked. She knew her body. It was, as her boyfriend said often, â€œprime stockâ€. And even though Nature Boy over there didnâ€™t spend an inordinate amount of time ogling her, he always made a point of stopping on his way to the kitchen, or bathroom, or wherever he went in the small cabin, and playing with her nipples until they got hard. Her legs were bound together at knee and ankle, and a line from her ankles to her wrists kept her seated, and upright for sure. Another loop or two around her waist, like a seatbelt, did itâ€™s part to keep her planted, too. She was quietly glad he tied her this way, and not with her legs spread wide open. For one, that would have been an embarrassing way to sit in front to this stranger, and for another thing, it kept her from emitting as much female fragrance as she would, if her legs were open. Still, when he started tweaking her nipples, she was painfully aware of how it made her juices start flowing, and how pungent that smell was. She couldnâ€™t hide it, and she couldnâ€™t kid herself into thinking he didnâ€™t notice. That was probably the very reason he toyed with her nips, and why, after doing it for a few minutes, he always chuckled under his breath. She was assuming that it gratified him to see that what he did to her was obviously stimulating her, sexually. It did more than just make her nipples hard. It made her fucking horny! It probably didnâ€™t help, she thought, that he was a very handsome hunk of a guy, with a very nice sized cock. He could please any woman with that tool. So, why was he doing this criminal act with her? She wondered.

A knock at the door sent both the occupants inside into a tailspin of shock and surprise, and panic. With the front windows uncovered, whoever it was could see straight in, to where Mary was seated, bound and naked, in her little wooden chair. Her instinctive reaction, after the shock wore off a little, was to try and scream. But all anyone heard was a soft, muffled kind of noise. She felt so helpless, â€œdamn, I canâ€™t even scream when I need to!â€ she thought. But she then realized she had no need to. The person at the door was going to see her desperate predicament, and come to her immediate rescue! She was saved! Hallelujah! Hopefully the person at the door had looked into the window, and was now poised to free her from her horrible ordeal! She would be out of here, and back in her loving manâ€™s arms in no time. She was hoping, hoping, hoping! She wasâ€¦.confused, all of a sudden. Her kidnapper was not alarmed. He walked over, and nonchalantly opened the front door. And in walked Mike, her boyfriend. â€œHey Frank, howâ€™s it going buddy?â€ The two men shook hands. â€œEverything going good?â€ Mike asked. â€œOh hell yeah. Weâ€™ve been havinâ€™ a great time together.â€ Frank replied. â€œOkay, well, hereâ€™s what I owe you.â€ Mike said, and then handed Frank a wad of bills. â€œTake it easy, buddy.â€ Mike said, and patted Frank on the back, showing him to the door.

Mary was dumbfounded. She just sat there, still gagged, staring a hole through this man she once knew as her boyfriend. Now, she wanted to be untied, un-gagged, and allowed a chance to scream good and loud, and then she wanted to go the fuck home. She didnâ€™t even think yet, that she also wanted a good explanation, but when it occurred to her, she thought he would have ample time to explain in a court of law. A criminal court of law, before they carried him and â€˜Frankâ€™ to the proverbial pokey.

Mike shut the front door after waving goodbye to Frank one last time. He then turned and walked over to where Mary was still anchored. â€œHi, baby. I know youâ€™ve been through a lot, and Iâ€™m going to let you loose in a minute. But while I have your undivided attention, I want to talk to you first. You know, I planned this whole thing. I knew when youâ€™d be at the park, and I knew there was hardly any chance that anyone else would be there. There never is. Not at 2:00 in the afternoon. So, I called Frank, and he knew where to go, and what to do from there. He took fairly good care of you, didnâ€™t he?â€ Mary nodded approvingly, like she was happy to give a good report. â€œOkay, hereâ€™s the deal. Remember, about a month ago, when I brought up my desire to do some bondage role playing with you, and you totally shunned the whole idea, like I was having some kind of brain fart, or something? Remember?â€ Mary, thought for a second, looked up like she was trying to give the question her best consideration, and then turned back to Mike, and nodded â€˜yesâ€™. â€œOkay, apparently you didnâ€™t get it. This is how itâ€™s going to be, if you stay with me. Occasionally, weâ€™re going to have these bondage episodes, and youâ€™re going to enjoy doing them with me. OR, youâ€™re going to go your way, and Iâ€™ll go mine. I canâ€™t believe how fast, and callous you were, in shooting me down after I opened up to you, and shared my deepest desires. But I got to thinking that, if you had a chance to experience one of these scenarios first hand, youâ€™d be open to doing more of it with me. I know youâ€™re mad right now, but I want you to think after you cool off. Didnâ€™t you get wet several times when Frank touched you, while you were bound and helpless? Didnâ€™t you get a rush, from being bound and gagged, and naked in front of this total stranger, who you didnâ€™t know, and had no idea what he might do to you? It excited you. I know it did. Frank kept me up to date, constantly. Did you think he really had to go to the bathroom every half hour? He went in there to call me on his cell, and tell me the latest. When I felt the time was right, I came on over. Now, you are going to be untied in just a minute. But, I want you to relax, take some time. This is Frankâ€™s house. We can stay here as long as we want. Think about how much you really enjoyed this kind of thing. All I want is for you to make a decision. Either you stay, and we install bondage and other things to our relationship, or you say â€˜so longâ€™. I went to a lot of trouble, and no small expense to try and keep you, and my deepest longings together, and intact. Now, itâ€™s up to you.

Mary knew he was finally finished talking, and she took a deep breath. Mike got up, and un-gagged her, and then untied her and handed her some clothes. She took the clothes, and excused herself to the bathroom to dress without saying anything. Mike sat down on the couch, unsure of everything. Sure, it was outlandish. Sure, it wasâ€¦a lot of things. But, he didnâ€™t know a better way, so he chose this one. Now, he waited.

After about 20 minutes, Mary emerged from the bathroom and walked slowly over to Mike. He stood to face her. He was poised for whatever she might do. Slap his face, kick him in the groin, he didnâ€™t know what sheâ€™d do, but he was ready for anything. Mary just stared up into his eyes, as he stared down into hers. After a moment, she put both her hands on his big, muscular chest and watched her hands glide over his body. Then she looked back up at him, and after a short pause, she said, â€œI love you, Master. Iâ€™m yours to command.â€ Tears began to well up in her eyes, and then the same tears began to show in Mikeâ€™s eyes, as they continued gazing at one another. â€œPlease, just take better care of me than Frank did. He didnâ€™t give me enough water to drink.â€ Mike started, and instantly nodded, unable to speak from the emotion he was bombarded with. â€œLetâ€™s go home.â€ Mary said, â€œI need a shower, and Iâ€™m hungry. Will you order out for some pizza? I donâ€™t feel much like cooking tonight.â€ Mike smiled an awkward smile, and finally said, â€œSure honey. Anything you want.â€ Then he embraced her, and kissed her deeply for a long time. Finally, they turned and walked out the door of the cabin. Mike closed it behind the two of them, showed Mary to the passenger side of his pickup, and they headed home.

Three months later, they were married.

Frank was not the best man. Mike thought that would be too much. Better to keep a good balance on things.

They lived happy, and uninhibited, ever after.

Thai Chicken

mr_johnson — Sat, 28 Aug 2010 13:40:33 UTC

Betty was scared, but not so scared that she wasn't actually there right now, in front of his door, ringing the bell. And how she came to be there, was quite surreal. And, why she was wearing the particular outfit she had on right now, unbelievable. It was all so incomprehensible to her, that she just blocked all of it out of her mind, and since it had been about 5 minutes since she'd rung that infernal bell, she decided it was time to ring it again. So she did! "Talk about BOLD," she thought to herself. She would never....

Moments later, HE was standing in front of her, bidding her to step inside the palatial estate, and welcoming her back. Yes, BACK! Because, this was Betty's second trip to this mansion in the past 3 days. She wasn't a woman of great means herself, and just being here at all, was a shock to her system. But she took some deep breaths, composed herself nicely, and said, "Hello again, Mr. Fredericks. Thank you for..." But, he cut her off, "Just call me Sir. Alright, slave Betty?" That command, and make no mistake, it WAS a command, just like the other ones she was now in the process of 'obeying', made her melt. "Yes, Sir." "That's good." her new Master said, and ushered her to the stairs, just to the right of the kitchen entry she was so familiar with by now.

Her first visit to the Fredericks Compound, was simply to tag along with a girlfriend of hers, who'd been given an invitation to a company party here, last Saturday night. The invite stated that each guest could bring one other person, and so her friend invited her. She had a ball! Betty burned up the dance floor, she ate & drank a little too much, she just had a great time. At some point, while she was wandering around the main house, she heard someone in the kitchen as she passed by, and decided to investigate. That's where she met Mr. Fredericks for the first time. But, at that point, he had simply introduced himself, as Jim.

Jim was preparing something that Betty couldn't quite see from her vantage point, coming into the kitchen from behind him. But, upon further inspection, she found that he was doing something with a whole chicken. She enjoyed her drink, watching him. He took a long piece of string, and tied the legs of the bird together, and then around the thighs, to keep the legs drawn tight while it was cooking. He told her all this, as she inched in closer to Jim, 'for a better look'.

Jim quietly noticed her advances, and as most of his closer friends would have predicted, he took the opportunity to make an advance of his own. "This little recipe is the only thing I know how to make. But I think you'll like it, miss. It's called Thai Chicken. It's a little spicy, but..." "Oh I love spicy dishes!" Betty exclaimed.

Just the opening Jim was fishing for... "Well, I think you're quite the spicy dish too, Betty. What do you think? Can you see yourself, tied up nice and helpless, like this little chicken, and be at someone else's mercy, and control? Would you allow yourself the chance, and dare I say, the pleasure of experiencing such an interesting and exhilarating situation?" All Betty could do, was stand there in awe of this man, and nod her head, yes, yes, YES! How many years had she fantasized about just such a thing happening to her? And at 25, she figured she wasn't about to let this, perhaps once-in-a-lifetime opportunity go to waste. Jim stepped back, crossed his arms, and took a long thorough look at Betty. She was definitely well-built. Only about 5'2", Jim assumed, looking down from his 6'2" vantage point, she was remarkably well proportioned, in his opinion. Not BIG, but prominent tits, tapering to a very small waist, and an ass that wouldn't quit. Not to mention, Betty was a high school track star, and she had the firm legs to prove that it hadn't been THAT long ago. "Here's what you do Betty, Tuesday you....

So, here she was, as ordered, right on time as ordered, and dressed as ordered, in a tiny black, backless, nylon mini-sundress that looked like it had been painted on, extremely high spike heels, and nothing, I repeat, NOTHING else. And when the word 'mini-sundress' was used, well, this little number gave it a new meaning. It almost didn't keep her legal in public. If she ever bent over to pick something up, she was sure she'd be arrested for indecent exposure. "If you're going to obey a guy, you might as well go all out." she thought to herself.

Once up the stairs, Jim directed her to an open door, and she walked in. She was startled by what she saw, and turned to run back out. But Jim blocked her path, and quickly shut and locked the door with a key he then quickly thrust into his trouser pocket. "There there, slave Betty. Don't be afraid. It's only some harmless bondage furnishings. You'll see. They make the whole experience a lot more fun. Relax. Let me pour you a drink." Betty nodded nervously. She needed at least one stiff drink, to calm down. This 'room' was a f#@*^ing dungeon!. Every way she looked, there were thick wooden chairs bolted to the floor with hooks and metal rings riveted to every inch, there were bars hanging from the ceiling with what looked to her like leather handcuffs dangling from each end. And so much more, it was overwhelming to her.

"Just do as you're told, slave, and you won't have to worry about anything. Hesitate to obey instantly, and you'll be punished severely, I promise you. Understand, slave Betty with the nice boobs?"

Betty forced a nod, and bowed her head in submission to her new Dom, who was becoming more and more forceful as things progressed. "Now. Slave. Go over to that 3 foot high beam to your right, and kneel in front of it. I'm going to handcuff your wrists behind your back, and fasten you to the beam." "Oh sir!" Betty exclaimed, "Nothing like this has ever been done to me before! But, I am interested. Just be gentle, I beg of you, sir." "Do as you're told then. NOW!!"

The command made Betty tremble, and she practically bounded toward the beam. She knelt down on her knees in front of it, and almost instinctively draped her arms over the beam, directly behind her now. It was almost like she knew what to do before she was told. Jim saw this, and laughed. "Why, you're already an expert slave, slave Betty. Should I even bother telling you what to do? You seem to know already." Now, for a split second, they both laughed out loud. "I'm sorry, Master. I just figured this was how you..."

"Never mind, slave. Stay just like that. That's perfect." Jim walked over to a large wooden dresser, opened a drawer and pulled out an impressive pair of well-padded leather cuffs, with padlocks hanging from each cuff, which Jim opened with another key he had in his pocket. He wasted no more time, and quickly fastened the seemingly enormous 'manacles' onto Betty's tiny wrists. Once secured, he fastened them to each other with another small padlock, and then performed the same ritual with her elbows, securing them so tightly, they touched. Ankles were next, and another huge pair of leather cuffs were used. But when he had locked the ankle cuffs in place, he didn't fasten them together. Instead, he pulled one, and then the other ankle to the two posts that held the cross-beam up that the slave's arms were draped over. The posts were about 6 feet apart, and the Dom looped a strand of rope through eyes in each of his slave's cuffs, and then pulled her ankles toward the posts so that when he was done, her ankles were then held at least 4 feet apart. This also meant that the slave could forget about having any notion of closing her thighs to protect her female region. She was splayed open like a...

"Thai chicken. You remind me of a nicely prepped Thai chicken, slave. But I'm not quite done. Dom Fredericks brought out some more strands of rope. He secured his new slave's wrists tightly to the floor (there were lots of metal loops everywhere), and then, he brought around a ball gag to let the helpless 'chicken' see what was in store for her. "Oh no. No! Please Master! I'll be a good girl, I promise. Please don't put that on me!" The Dom loved hearing a girl say those words. His Dominator's heart was touched. And he realized at that moment something about Betty that he knew she didn't even know about herself. She had ALWAYS wanted this. He was glad he could oblige.

Just before the red rubber sphere was stuffed into this slave's wide open mouth, so that all possibility of speech was cut off, and the only thing her mouth would be able to do, would be to drool, the slave shouted in desperation, "My friend Norma knows I came here!" Norma was the friend that had invited Betty to come to last Saturday's party. "Oh, I'm sure she does, Betty. She's my Thursday slave. In fact, last Thursday, she was kneeling in the same spot you are, now. Come to think of it, when she was leaving, she asked if I would do the same thing to her next week. I think I will. And so, now, you will be my new Tuesday slave, if you come back next week. But, if you don't show, don't EVER show up here again as long as you live. Understand?"

Betty, the Dom Fredericks' new Tuesday slave girl nodded in complete agreement, and then was gagged for what seemed to her like a whole day. Actually, it was for only an hour and a half. The Dom also took the liberty of removing the painted-on dress, and the heels. Then, he made sure she would be looking forward to his return. He put a pair of small nipple clamps on her hard little nips, and said, "I'll remove those when I return. I want your nipples staying hard while I'm gone." At first, the clamps didn't hurt, but after a while the pinching began to have it's effect, and slave Betty was SO looking forward to Dom Jim's return, so they could be removed.

When Dom Jim returned from who-knows-where, he unfastened the gag from the slave girl's mouth, stood directly in front of her, removed the nipple clamps, to the slave's screams, because they didn't hurt while on her, nearly as much as when he took them off. He slipped off his trousers to reveal not only that he wore no underwear, but also that he was VERY well hung, with an enormous cock, which was quickly becoming fully erect. "Did you enjoy yourself, slave?" The slave-girl nodded, YES! "Good. Now, it's my turn."

And with that, the helpless, naked slave was once again gagged, only this time, with the real thing, and it went deeper. The Dom helped himself to a handful of the slave's short brown hair, and used it as a handle to control the tempo of her head, bobbing and swaying up & down, back & forth, all over his gigantic pole, to his immense delight. When he came, her head SHOT BACK, like she'd been hit in the face with a fist. The thrust of his explosive orgasm often had this effect on his subjects. He enjoyed seeing the look in slave Betty's eyes when he erupted. And, he thoroughly enjoyed the show, as she hung there helplessly, exhausted and spent herself, oozing jism out of her mouth, because it was much more than she could ever swallow. And you know what? She left happy. And you know what else?

She returned every Tuesday, after that.

"The Violation and Domination of Valerie Miles" by M. Satyr

msatyr — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 07:35:47 UTC

THE VIOLATION AND DOMINATION OF VALERIE MILES: Part I
by Marc Satyr

Valerie Miles was actually a beautiful 19 year old, but she considered herself plain. As a college Sophomore at a small college in the Midwest she had been asked out by several of the male students, but she had turned most of them down. She never "put out" on dates, so she soon found she got fewer invitations. She was considered cold and aloof, perhaps even a Lesbian by the men. "Hot girl but she hates sex," they contended. They admired her curvaceous body with its firm "C" cup breasts that jutted out from her slender 5'3" inch body and her shapely hips that seemed to be so inviting. They also admired her innocent face with its pretty though slightly longish nose and high cheekbones that gave her the profile of a film actress. Her bright green eyes were inviting pools they would love to immerse themselves in. Her light brown shoulder length hair was always well coiffed and they wanted to hold her by it and use her mouth with its full well shaped lips for a second pussy. But she focused on her studies as a pre-med student and had achieved a straight A average all the way through high school and college.

She was not, however, as cold as they thought. At home she often used the large round bed posts of her bed to rub her clitoris on until she achieved a climax. It was safe. She could not impale herself and destroy her hymen. Sometimes she used the handle of a hair brush to bring herself off as she lay naked on her bed in the dorm being careful not to push the handle too far in her inviting young vagina. Or she sometimes combined the brush with her long slender fingers to massage around her clitoris and come with gasping passionate sighs when she was alone.She was not cold; she was shy and wanted to please her physician father. She focused on her goal to become a physician and join the staff of the large hospital in which he was the head surgeon.

She was an avid swimmer and instead of using the college pool she joined a health club where she went 4 or 5 days a week to swim, ride exercise bikes and do some minor lifting focusing on keeping her lovely body trim and hard. She worried most about her thighs. They were firm but larger than she would like. She always wore a two piece blue bathing suit that revealed her well shaped breasts, her flat belly and her beautiful ass. She kept the hair on her Venus mound trimmed but not shaved because of the bathing suit. Her cunt lips were surrounded by a light brown mound of hair through which her pink slit peeked in an alluring way.

The owner of the gym where she worked out had noticed her the first time he saw her. Unknown to the women who used the health spa he had installed t.v. cameras in their shower and locker rooms. He always watched Valerie as she undressed and put on her swim suit. His cock grew hard at the sight of her sexy young body. When she showered he admired the way she gently stroked her find cone shaped breasts with their beautiful long pink nipples and carefully ran the wash cloth over her pink labia and puckered tight anus. He watched as she toweled her beautiful sculpted body and jerked off. He knew he wanted to fuck her. What's more he laid plans to make her his sex slave.

One day when she arrived at the gym she noted that it was unusually empty. She was almost the only one in the pool. Two other well built young men lolled by the side of the pool. They were muscular and wore small bathing suits that outlined their large penises. She felt a lump in her throat as she noticed them eyeing her as she dove in. She had swum only a lap or two when one of them dived in, and suddenly she felt his hands around her stomach. He came up from under water and pulled her down with him. She struggled. He grabbed her swim suit bra and she got away although her top had been pulled down around her stomach. He grabbed at her trunks and as she pulled herself up on the side of the pool she felt the bottom of her tight swim suit sliding off her firm round hips. The other man now ran to her and pulled her up. He pushed her against the wall and began kissing her. Her swim suit bra was around her belly and her swim suit trunks around her knees and he was tonguing her as he kissed her brutally and fingering her vagina.

"No, please don't" she screamed.

"Take her to the locker room and fuck her," she heard someone call from the entrance to the men's locker room. The two men dragged her to the locker room where they threw her over a bench and clawed her swim suit off her body. She lay on her belly over the wooden bench kicking and struggling against her attackers. It was to no avail. One of them grabbed her by the back of the head and forced his cock into her mouth while the other pulled her legs apart and began to take her with his tongue as he inserted a finger in her anus.

"Fuck the shit out of her," the voice commanded.

She recognized the voice. It was the owner of the gym, Mr. Galloway. How could he do this to her. He had always been so nice, and now he was ordering these two big guys to rape her.

She felt the man behind her forcing his big penis into her tight vagina entrance. She felt her hymen being ripped open as he violently thrust in her the full length of his big cock. The other man was forced his cock deeper in her mouth and fucking her face so she choked and gagged. She gave up fighting the rape as the man fucked her hard and deep, plowing her violently. The two men took turns fucking her over the bench in both her mouth and vagina.

"You like this, don't you, bitch."

"She fucking loves it, man."

The two men came in her. She heard them grunting with satisfaction as they pumped their cocks dry in her mouth and pussy.

"Now I'll take her in the place she will learn to love most, her sweet young ass," the owner of the gym said.

He grabbed her by her breasts and held them firmly as he positioned himself behind her. She felt his cock rip into her only remaining virgin hole and pushing through her sphincter violently. She shoved in and out of her dry anus until he had the full length of his big hard cock in her. Her insides burned as her thrust the full length of his pole in her tight ass hole reaming her with a vengence.

"Save something for us," the other men said as the man fucked her rectum.

"There'll be plenty left of this fine ass when I finish," Galloway said thrusting into her even harder.

He came in her ass. She felt the cock contracting as it spewed the warm cum deep in her bowels. Then each of the others took her in the same place and equally roughly. When they finished fucking her ass they stood her on her feet. She could hardly remain standing and one of them held her up from behind by her breasts kneading them in his paws. Mr. Galloway stood towering over her as she struggled to remain standing.

"You bastard," she said, "why did you do this?"

He hit her in the belly and knocked the breath out of her and slapped her across her cheek.

"You, my sweet young cunt, will respond to me with respect. You will be my sex slave and learn to service me and learn to enjoy it. Do you understand?"

She slumped to her knees gasping for breath and began to sob quietly. She knew the ordeal would not end there.

TO BE CONTINUED.

Master and I - 1

Knuffelberin — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 15:43:24 UTC

My pussy feels sore. My nipples feel sore... but I still can't stop touching myself. The last few days have been wonderful. Master and I stayed in a hotel room for 3 days. We hadn't been able to see each other for months, so all the sexual frustration had built up to an explosion of hornyness!

Here's a report of our sexual excesses:
Master picked me up from the station. The moment I saw Him, I just wanted to drop to my knees and kiss His feet. Instead, He grabbed me tight and gave me a long passionate kiss. Then W/we walked to His car, hand in hand, while I told Him how much I'd missed Him. It was a short drive to the hotel. He started questioning me.
"Have you been a good girl?" I answered: "Yes Sir."
"Did you think of me while your boyfriend fucked you?" "Yes Sir."
"Every single time? Be honest Ayana!" I hesitated. "...No Sir..."
"So I guess we should start with your punishment when we arrive... to remind you how to be a good slut for Master." "Please Sir..." I whispered, while remembering how red He turned my ass cheeks during my last punishment. And how good the fuck was afterwards!
We stayed quiet for the rest of the drive. I guess we were both thinking about the pleasures that lay ahead of us.

I had just stepped inside our hotel room, He immediately grabbed my right nipple and pinched it hard, then He pulled me down to force me on my knees. "Get down Ayana! Good pets know their place..." The sudden pain rush made me gasp, but looking up at my Master made me feel good. Yes, this is my place, kneeling down beside my Master.
"Take your clothes off and wait here..." He said while making His way to the closet. He put down his suitcase on the bed and started unpacking. I sat by the door, naked, and saw various toys being taken from the suitcase: whips, floggers, clamps, bondage rope, dildo's, vibrators... I could tell He was in the mood to get rough. Then He turned towards me and called to me: "Come pet... let's begin..." I crawled to Him, my gaze shyly directed at the floor. He pulled my hands behind me and tied them together. Then He pushed me onto the table, spread my legs and tied each one of them to a table-leg. I love the feeling of being unable to move, being unable to control what happens, to completely surrender myself to Him. I knew He would start with spanking, but I did not know which tool He would use. He started gently caressing my butt and the inside of my thighs, creating the illusion that He wouldn't hurt me. But I deserved to get punished. I wanted to get punished too. It had been so long since I had felt the strong touch of Master. So long since I had felt like a real woman, so long since I had felt alive! Finally the first blow landed on my ass cheek. I yelped because of the stinging pain. He flogged me, in a steady rhythm. Left.. right.. left... right... left! "Quiet pet.. let's not alarm the neighbours." I bit my lip in an attempt to stop making sounds, but I couldn't help moaning and groaning. He continued flogging me, but picked up the pace. "If you can't stay quiet I'll have to gag you." He warned me "and we both know how much you hate that." "I'm sorry..." I sobbed, but still wasn't able to stay completely quiet. "Goddamn it Ayana, I warned you!" the raise of His voice startled me. He strapped a ball-gag around my head and changed his spanking tool. I screamed onto the ball as the whip landed on my shoulder. I hadn't expected Him to work my back too, since my arms were tied behind me. The whip hurted much more than the flogger, it almost felt like a sharp knife splitting my flesh. I knew it would leave marks. Marks that had to be gone within 3 days, otherwise I'd have some explaning to do. My boyfriend still doesn't know about this part of me. He whipped my back and ass and I cried. I wasn't even trying to stay quiet anymore. Suddenly He stopped hitting me and I heard the zipper of His pants being opened. His pants fell to the floor, still around his ankles while His cock penetrated me from behind. He started fucking me hard, His balls slapping against my pussylips. Then He grabbed me by the hair and yerked my head back. "Look at me Ayana! Look at your Master while he's fucking you!" I tried to turn my head towards Him, but could hardly see His face. He was rough, plunging His hard cock deep inside of me. Grabbing my body, squeezing me, tracing the bruises with His fingers. Then He erupted, pumping His cum inside of me. As He pulled out, O/our mixed fluids dripped down my legs. He left me tied up for a while longer, then removed the rope from my hands and feet and the gag from my mouth. "Thank you Master..." I whispered, but I wasn't even sure if He had heard me. He lay on the bed, still wearing His shirt, but without His pants. His cock was still half swollen, slowly starting to get limp.
"Come pet.." He beckoned me to the bed. "You will learn how to serve your Master". I crawled onto the bed, waiting for His next command. He pushed my head down onto His cock. I greedily started licking and sucking, tasting O/our fluids; the saltiness of my wetness mixed with the bitterness of His semen. I moaned in pleasure as I felt His cock get hard again. I wrapped my lips around it, taking it in as deep as possible, swallowing to try and force it deeper down my throat. I moved my head up and down, twirling my tongue around His shaft. His hands found my breasts, turning me on even more. His hips started shaking, humping up at my mouth; I knew He was close to His next ejaculation. He pulled my head away by my hair and shot His cum all over my face and breasts. "You wear my cum beautifully.." He said while grinning. I was smiling too. I feel proud wearing His cum, it's proof of O/our lust for each other. Proof that I did a good job. He took me in His arms and W/we lay on the bed, resting 'till He decided it was time for the next play session.

I'll tell more in my next submission ;)

Meeting my new Master

Knuffelberin — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 17:06:17 UTC

"Take off your clothes and kneel." He said in a low and stern voice.
Without hesitating I obeyed. I let the dress slip from my body, removed my bra and panties and stepped out of my high heeled shoes. The room was completely dark, but while I got down on my knees suddenly the lights were switched on. The bright light blinded me for a moment. I started seeing a vague figure approach me. I blinked my eyes in an attempt to see more clearly, but before I could see a blindfold was tied around my head. He and the room around us remained a mystery.
"So..." He started talking while I heard his footsteps circle around me "..you're Ayana? You're the one who begged me to be your Master?" He didn't wait to let me answer but continued talking. "I can see you're a horny little bitch, yearning to be possessed, to be owned by a strong Master..." He let his hands explore my body, causing shivers down my spine. "Look at how hard your nipples are... and your pussy dripping wet already!" His hands had found their way between my legs. Only briefly He tickled my clit, then He moved His hands back up and started squeezing my tits. "I demand complete submission!" The raise of His voice startled me, and I think He enjoyed seeing me cringe. "I will train you to become a good sub... you'll learn how to serve Me and get enjoyment out of that.." His hand had discovered my clit again and a moan escaped from my lips. I felt a stinging pain as he squeezed my nipples hard. "You're only allowed to cum with My permission, do not forget!" He continued arousing me, His hands on my hot body, grabbing me, carressing me, alternating between being gentle and rough.
Suddenly I felt His cock press against my lips. I opened them a little and stuck my tongue out, but He pulled away. "You're a horny little slut, aren't you? ... You're a horny little slut and can't wait to get a taste of my cock!" "Do you want it Ayana? Do you want my hard cock in your mouth?" I nodded. He firmly grabbed my jaw in His hand and asked me again. "Speak up girl, do you want to suck on My cock?" My voice was trembling as I replied with: "Yes Sir, please Sir." Immediately He shoved His cock down my throat. I tried to take it all in, but it was too big to swallow in one go. He held my face in both hands and moved in and out of me, slowly at first, then changing to faster and deeper strokes. I suckled like a starved little baby, desperately trying to please my Master. Taking His cock deeper down my throat than any other cock had gone before. Moaning out of pleasure and excitement. I felt His cock throb and knew He was close to orgasm. He pulled out and at the same time removed my blindfold in a swift movement. The first thing I saw was His red swollen cock erupting in my face. As I gasped for air His warm cum landed on my cheeks and in my mouth. I gratefully swallowed while I tilted my head upwards to finally get to see the face of the man who now owned me. My Master, my Teacher, my Dom...
He grabbed my hair tightly and pushed my face onto His cock again. Moving my head slowly back and forth over the length of His cock. I greedily moved my tongue around, trying to get to taste as much of his semen as possible.
Then He pulled away from me and stopped to take a look at His new pet. There I was, naked on the cold concrete floor, looking up at Him, wearing His cum on my face, my eyes begging for more.
"You please me Ayana..." He said and His approvement of me made me crave Him even more. "You've shown potential to become a good cum slut. You are now worthy to wear my initial." That being said He put a collar around my neck with a large silver "C"; proof that I was now owned by Him.
He attached a leash to it and began making His way to the other side of the room, dragging me behind him, making me crawl on the cold concrete floor. He took big steps and I scraped my knees trying to keep up with him.

He made me stand up straight and attached my wrists to a chain high above me. My ankles were then bound to the floor. I stood there, unable to move, forced to accept whatever He had in store for me. He started spanking me. His big strong hand landed on my ass cheeks, making them jiggle. This only turned me on even more. My ass felt warm glowing red from the spanking and I thought he was done hurting me. But then he showed me a flogger with black leather strings. The torture had only just begun. He flogged my entire body, first the front then the back. I screamed every time the strings landed on my body, leaving red bruises, marking me as His submissive. "This is a reminder Ayana.. a reminder of what happens when sluts don't know their place."
Tears were running down my face, dripping on my bruised tits. I started drifting away, like everyting became numbed. So this is what they call 'sub-heaven'? I wondered. My whole body felt sore. But after the punishment came the reward. His big swollen cock was about to penetrate me.
He released my wrists from their chains and made me kneel. I was placed on hands and knees and He positioned Himself behind me. "You're so wet, Ayana..." He said right before He mounted me and with a thrust buried His cock inside of me. His cock felt enormous, parting my pussylips to the point that it even hurt a little. Then He started slamming His cock into me while His hands were roughly grabbing my tits. I was panting and grinding myself into Him to get Him to fuck me even harder. Meanwhile His hand had found my clit, making me moan and groan like crazy. He drove into me faster while encouraging me to orgasm: "Cum Ayana.. cum for your Master!" I let myself go... My cunt-muscles tightened and relaxed, massaging his cock to a simultaneous climax. With a few deep strokes He emptied His balls inside of me, coating my insides with His warm cum.

I lay on the cold concrete floor.. exhausted.. sore.. and satisfied...