Mistress' Farm Slave

The Mistress prepared Farm Slave Boy for his day’s work on the ranch. It was a hot day and the Mistress knew that the work would get the boy hot, sweaty and horny.

Naked, the boy waited, arms and legs spreadeagled to the wooden columns holding up the barn. The obligatory Farm Slaves were slung around his neck, and the three stuffed into his mouth made his cheeks bulge. They tasted bitter from the cum which had soaked them the previous night when his Mistress had subjected him to a ruthless Farm Slave wank, making his cock sore yet ache for more.

The Mistress arrived with the restraints. A rubber chastity belt was tightened around his waist and his cock and balls pulled through the hole in the front. The Mistress pulled the bottom strap tightly back between the boy’s legs and used it to secure a wide double door knocker butt plug into Farm Slave Boy’s arse. The whole device was secured with padlocks.

Next his cock and balls were wrapped in a Farm Slave and his cock fastened up against the front piece of the chastity belt by tight rubber straps which made any expansion of his cock difficult and very painful.

Around the Farm Slave-covered balls the Mistress locked four metal shackles which stretched and tightened the balls, making them stand well proud of his body.

The boy was told to get dressed and he put on a flannel shirt and loose button-fly jeans. He knew what was expected and buttoned the fly around his balls which stuck out through the gaps in the buttons showing his Farm Slave bondage off to the world should it ever stray this way.

The Mistress reached inside the shirt and put clamps on the boy’s tits. These she pulled upwards with leather thongs which she clamped onto the boys ear lobes. Each head movement would pull on one or other tit, yet the clamps were so designed to tighten with tension rather than slip.

Next Farm Slave Boy’s feet were wrapped in piss soaked socks and thrust roughly into leather work boots which the Mistress laced up tightly.

Around Farm Slave Boy’s waist the Mistress locked a wide leather belt from each side of which ran a chain which ended in a lockable cuff. The chains were long enough to enable the boy to do his work but short enough to prevent him from reaching his tits or arse or head.

The gags in his mouth were secured with a wide folded piss soaked sock, another tied as a mask over his nose and mouth and a further one as a cover for his head.

Finally his hands were gloved in Farm Slaves so that the only parts of his own anatomy that could be seen were his deep dark eyes looking expectantly at his Mistress.

He worked all day collecting straw, sawing and piling logs, sweeping out the barn and obeying his Mistress’s orders. Never once did he shed a single item despite his arse tingling and twitching from the stimulation of the plug, his mouth aching from the gag, and his bladder bursting to piss the two pints of water he has been told to drink before leaving the house.

As it got dark the Mistress undid the chains and belt and the boy lay face down on the floor. The Mistress pulled some ropes down from a hook on the wall and secured first the boy’s feet, then his hands together, pulling them together until Farm Slave Boy was just one hog-tied Farm Slave bundle.

The ropes pulled his tits harder and pushed the plug deeper into his ass. His balls bore his own weight as they lay sandwiched between his thighs and the hard floor.

The Mistress took the mask off the boy and replaced it with the sodden rag, taking the old mask with her across the floor where she sat against a wall but well within view of the bound boy.

Folding the cun-soaked cloth in two, the Mistress double- masked the boy and left him for the evening to breathe in his Mistress’s smells and to strain against his Farm Slave bondage.

Originally posted 2011-07-20 06:47:51.

Halloween Spanking Mistress

Holiday Corporal Punishment

By Clyde

This happened when I was a senior in high school. I must have been held back a grade when I was younger because I turned 18 at the beginning of the school year. I didn’t have to stay in school, but I was told that I should. This made me very rebellious. I just wanted to do the least possible to graduate.

Anyway, when Halloween came around, I thought I would cause a lot of mischief. I hid behind trees, and if I saw kids without their parents, I would take their candy from them. As it grew darker outside, I set off firecrackers and smashed pumpkins. I was having a jolly old time. Then I picked a house at random, and threw toilet paper all over the trees.

I was standing in front of the neighbor’s house admiring my work, when I felt someone grip my arm. I turned around and a big woman was holding me tightly so I couldn’t move. “You’re coming with me,” she said. I was dragged into her living room and forced to sit on a chair. She stood in front of me so that I was unable to move out of the chair.

“I’ve been watching you all evening. I saw you take kids candy, break pumpkins, set off firecrackers, and T P my neighbors yard. How old are you?”

“Eighteen,” I said.

“You’re legally an adult, now. If I call the police on you, you could spend time in jail.”

“I’m sorry! I must have gotten carried away with myself. Please don’t call the police on me!”

“I’ll give you an alternative. Either take a spanking from me, and everything that goes along with it, or I’ll call the police.”

I thought a spanking from her would he hit over my jeans with a paddle, so I said, “I’ll take your spanking.”

“Good choice,” She said. “If you don’t like your punishment and spanking, I’ll stop at any point, but then I will call the police.”

“Okay.”

“You will not say a word unless you are spoken to or I tell you to talk.”

“Okay.”

“You will do exactly what I tell you to do, without complaint.”

“Okay.”

“And you will call me Mistress.”

“Okay.”

“From now on, you should say “Yes, Mistress’ or ‘No, Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Very good! Now what is your first name?”

“Joe.”

“Joe, I want you to take off your shirt, shoes and socks.”

“Yes. Mistress.” I thought this was strange, but I did as I was told.

Then she came out with something from the kitchen. “These are wrist cuffs. After I have them on your wrists, please turn around so that I can secure your arms behind you.”

Now I had wrist cuffs on and my arms were secured behind me. “Let’s go downstairs where your spanking will take place.” Once we got downstairs, she opened a room that had whips and paddles, a wooden horse, and a wooden X on the wall. This would be more than a simple spanking, I said to myself. “If this is too much for you, you can back out now and I will call the police.”

“I’ll still go ahead with it.”

She sat on the only chair in the room and said, “Now I want you to stand in front of me and not say a word.” Then she proceeded to unbuckle my belt, unbutton my jeans, and unzip my zipper. I was helpless, because my hands were secured behind my back.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I told you not to talk. If you say anything else, your spanking will be more severe. You need to be completely naked for my spankings.” Then she put her fingertips in my briefs. And soon they were also around my ankles. I felt so embarrassed. Only the boys in gym class had seen my naked like this, and my mother. “Step out of them, now.”

She looked me over and said, “Let’s go over to the wooden X for the first part of your spanking. Stand with your nose almost touching the wooden X.” Then I felt her undo my wrists in back of me, and immediately secured them spread apart above my head. Next she attached anklets to my ankles, and secured my legs together.

“I am going to start you out using the flogger on you. It contains many fingers of leather. They will turn your skin pink and they will sting a lot. Are you ready for m to begin.”

There was nothing else to say but, “Yes, Mistress.” She started up near my neck and worked her way down my whole body. Everytime time the flogger hit me, it felt like a hundred little pins had been stuck into my skin. She also had it wrap around the sides of my body. It made my entire skin tingle.

She quit flogging me and I felt her down by my feet. “Spread those legs.” She commanded. I spread them apart and she still said, “Spread them even further than that.” I spread my legs as far as I could. Then I felt her attach each leg to the ends of the wooden X. I felt completely vulnerable. My cock and balls were now completely exposed and hanging down.

“Now I will be able to get to your inner thighs and other sensitive places.” Then she started to flog me some more. I wanted to get away from the flogger, but I was secured in place. It really shocked me when she flogged me between my legs.

“You look pink all over, now. I am going to switch to a paddle and concentrate on your butt.” Then I felt the sting of the paddle on my bottom. She spanked me first on one cheek and then the other. I felt my butt getting real warm.

After spanking me for about ten minutes with the paddle, she said, “Now I am going to use the riding crop on you.” Where the paddle seemed to sting me in a wide area, the crop was painful in a straight line. She was also able to cover small areas where the paddle hadn’t reached. Then she flicked it a few times between my legs. It really stung my cock and balls and I wiggled about. “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t falling asleep on me.” My bottom was now feeling very warm and tender.

“I am now going to release you and put you over the wooden horse.” I felt her release one foot then the other and she said, “You can put your legs together, now.” It felt so good having my legs together, but now I was aware of how tender my inner thighs had become.

She unhooked my hands above my head and then she lead me over to the wooden horse. “Please bend over it so that your hands and feet are touching the floor.” First she attached my arms to each of the legs in the front. Then she grabbed one of my legs at a time, and spread and secured them to each leg of the horse. In this position, I could look between my legs and see her.

“Now I am going to give you six strokes of the cane. Have you ever been caned before?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Well, it can be quite painful. I want you to count each stroke out loud, and also say ‘Thank you, Mistress’. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I felt a tapping on my butt, heard a whistle, and then it felt like a hundred bees had stung my butt in a straight line. I tried to stand up to rub my butt, but I was held in place by the horse. I yelled out, “Ouch! That really hurt.”

“Yes were suppose to say, ‘One. Thank you, Mistress.’ But since you didn’t, that stroke will be repeated again. So this will be stroke number one, again. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I felt a tapping again, heard the whistle, then the pain again. This time I said, “One, Thank you, Mistress.”

“Hopefully, after your spanking, you will never behave like you did tonight, ever again.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Here comes number two.”

I felt the intense pain, again and said, “Two, Thank you, Mistress.”

“Tomorrow, after school, I also want you to apologize to my neighbor, and help him clean up the mess.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Then I felt the next stroke of the cane. “Ouch, that hurts. Three, Thank you, Mistress.”

“And if I ever catch you making trouble in this neighborhood again, you can expect another spanking like this one. Is that understood?”

I felt the next stroke on my tender butt. “Yes, Mistress. Four. Thank you, Mistress.”

“Will you stay out of trouble?”

I felt the next stroke on my tender butt. “Yes, Mistress. Five. Thank you, Mistress.”

“This will be your last stoke, unless you forget to count it out.”

I felt a tapping. Heard the whistle sound, then the pain. “Six. Thank you, Mistress.”

“Let me put some lotion on your poor butt.” She said. Then I felt her soothing hands on my butt, rubbing in the lotion. “You have seven parallel welts on your bottom. It will probably be somewhat painful to sit down for a couple of days.” She released me from the horse, took off my anklets and wristlets, and said, “You can get dressed now.”

It was painful putting on my briefs and jeans. We went upstairs and I finished getting dressed. The spanking was quite painful and more than I had expected, but it was better than going to jail. As I was going out her front door, she patted me on my tender butt and said, “Remember to apologize to my neighbor, and help him clean up the mess.

“Yes, Mistress.” I replied.

My behavior drastically improved after that weekend. I will never forget that Halloween.

Originally posted 2013-04-11 15:59:26.

Mistress’ Night of Confusion

By Sergio

I always end up working after midnight. It’s my favorite time for creative thinking. Nobody around wanting to talk to you, no sudden telephone calls, no background noise… Only me and the computer, in an empty computer building, where I can stay for hours and hours writing term papers. I can pace back and forth, talking aloud to myself, discussing with my alter ego all the scholarly details of my next masterpiece, without being frowned upon. All those books around me… waiting to be opened and read, their fragrant smell so enticing to the intellect. So much information that needs to be understood, put in order, made clear and put to good use as a new approach to an old problem. Ah, that will be a good paper, sure enough. It had better be; it is due tomorrow. “Some Remarks on the Comparative Morphology of Northern Amazonian Languages”. Good title! Hmm… maybe I’ll center that. OK. Looks better. Now, my name under it… should it be in parentheses? Or should I reduce the font size? Or change it to Helvetica? Gosh, a scholar-to-be’s life is full of hard decisions. There is no running away from them.

I looked at the ceiling with a sigh, which coincided almost exactly with the noise of the door behind me suddenly opening.

“Helen?” I said, turning around to face the woman in the black dress who entered the room where I was working. She looked distressed; although she was moving slowly, almost softly, there was an aura of nervousness about her that I could simply not ignore. Her beautiful eyes looked deeper than usual, and her hands, which would usually be playing with her red hair, were now hanging almost motionless. Worse yet, there was no smile on her lips. “Did something happen?”

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I Sold You Today : Part 1

by eosuchus

“I thought about just letting you go,” she said, shifting her position on the massage table so he could work on her inner thighs, smoothing, pressing, removing tension.
“But then I thought, what about all the work I’ve put in to make you into a really good slave? I figured I deserved to get something for all that. So I decided to sell you.”
“Sell me?” He was stunned. He knew things had been going downhill for a few months. He knew that his lovely, dominant wife was no longer interested in dominating him very much. She wasn’t even bothering to cuckold him in obvious ways like she had during the winter. Back then she’d made him dress her for her dates and
then clean her up with his tongue when she got home. She’d really enjoyed that, he knew, because while he swallowed some other man’s sperm she would tell him all about her date and how they’d gone to some fabulous hotel and how much money the guy had spent to impress her and how she’d made the guy strip naked for her, and introduced the guy to the beginning stages of Female Domination, and then how she’d fucked the guy’s brains out and how big his cock was and how hard it stayed, for hours at a time.
And all the time, while she was having the guy give her the rumpy-pumpy to orgasm after orgasm she knew that her slave husband was at home handwashing her panties, scrubbing the kitchen and vacuum cleaning the house. She got a huge kick out of all that.
But he was so totally dominated now, so completely enslaved, that for her the
thrill was gone.

“See, what I like is the chase,” she’d told him many times. “I like to get a guy hot for me, desperate for me, begging on his knees. Then I like to break him and take him down. Get him used to my ass on his face. Get him into taking a good beating whenever I feel like giving him one. Take him with the strap on like he’s the girl. Turning him into my personal servant, my housemaid, my total slave.
She would grin, listening to the sound of his kisses on her toes.
“Like you.”
That had been then, this was now.

“But…” he sputtered. He’d stopped massaging her. Normally that would have
put him in acute danger of a whipping.
“You heard me. I checked out the Slave Market Report at the Femme Domme Society. They have a rating system?”
She was up-talking, so he knew she was really excited.
“What?” He was still shaking, only in his bare feet though, since he wore nothing in the house except his chastity device and his slave panties. Well, since he hadn’t been outside in more than a year, that was all that he ever wore.
“Yeah, you feed in some pictures of the slave and fill out a form, you know? It asks questions like– how big is the slave’s cock, how good is the slave at cooking, or giving oral, or whatever.”
He was feeling a chill down his spine. This didn’t sound like a joke, unh-uh. Not at all.
“Wait, you can’t sell me. I mean, we’re married.”
She laughed. Put her head back and roared.
“Oh, baby, you are such a deluded dude.”
He felt terribly foolish and vulnerable. What did she know that he didn’t?
She was studying him, her green eyes could penetrate his mind, he knew. She’d always been able to read him like an open book. He’d loved her, he still did, he worshipped her in fact, but he knew she was no longer interested in him.
It was heartbreaking. He felt tears welling up in his eyes.
“I did what you wanted. I thought you liked having me as your, uh, ..” He couldn’t finish. Couldn’t say the word.
“My slave. And you didn’t read the Advanced Marriage Contract either, did you?”
Her smile was cruel now. She was loving this.
“N-n-n-no, I didn’t.”
“In a marriage set up under Female Lead Relationship Rules, okay? Where the Wife is the acknowledged Primary Income earner and has the primary share in all property ownership?”
He stared at her. He’d given up his job on her orders. He’d signed everything over to her on her demand. He’d surrendered completely to her will.
“Then the male party may sign himself over as Chattel Property to the Wife. It was Clause Eleven. You signed it, I know. I made sure of that.”
All he remembered was a fat contract, that he had to sign in several places in duplicate. It had been under the Department of Health and Human Services, the
Marriage Division. He remembered the headline. And afterward, she’d spanked him and sat on his face for hours.
So now he learned that he’d signed himself over to her as a piece of property. Well, he’d always felt that he belonged to her that way. He’d been happy to be her slave.
“See,” she said. “They put that in after the National Femme Domme Society got Senator Julia Masterman to get it through the Senate. You don’t remember that?”
He shook his head. He didn’t know things like that. He was just a slave to a Dominant Wife. He knew about cooking and cleaning and doing her pedicure. The days when he watched the news, or used a computer seemed long ago, in another life.
“Yeah, it was just for the FemDom community, but you know, we’re an important group in this state. So the President signed it. I bet the First Lady was leaning hard on him over that too.”
The President was a man. The first male president in a while too, and he’d heard that he might be the last one, ever. Women had definitely taken over the government.
“So, anyway, we’ll file for divorce under the Female Lead rules. That means I keep everything, except your chastity device and one pair of panties. Everything else will be provided by your new owner. Doesn’t that sound great?”
“My 401K?” he said in a kind of despairing bleat.
“Honey, you’re a slave now. You don’t contribute to that anymore. I get all that, all your belongings. You know, they’re working on slave retirement schemes right now, because some older slaves are already being retired by their owners, and of course they don’t have anything to live on. So the state is setting up slave farms, where old slaves will spend their final years, working for the good of society, growing vegetables and stuff.”
He didn’t know what to say.
“Don’t worry, women are in charge now. You won’t be making any decisions, ever again.”
He stared at her. She was so beautiful, so deadly, so irresistible, he ached to be allowed to kneel before her and provide oral servitude. He longed to feel the collar on his neck and the tug of the leash towards the bedroom. But now, he knew, that tug would never come again.
Suddenly she snapped her fingers. “I don’t recall telling you to stop.”
He dropped his eyes and resumed massaging her lovely, left leg, smoothing and pressing the hamstring muscle between his fingers. She played tennis, jogged,worked out at the gym and did yoga. Her body was a thing of perfection, and she knew perfectly well how to use it as a weapon to subdue and enslave men. As he reached her knee, she brought her legs together and then rolled onto her stomach.
“Massage my ass,” she said with a chuckle.
She knew his weakness in that direction. Her ass was sculpted by exercise and diet into a gorgeous testament to the beauty of Woman. He had kissed those smooth, perfect globes many, many times and had worshipped with his face pressed between them for many, many hours.
Just working on those sacred muscles, which were firm, even hard under pressure, brought his penis up tightly into the chastity tube. It bucked a little until the chain tightened and held him down. He could not have erections. Erections were only allowed under the gaze and control of his owner, whoever She might be. She held the key to his chastity device and thereby to his sexuality.
He continued the massage and after a while she spoke again.
“You always loved my ass, didn’t you?” she chuckled. “I know you did, you were always so responsive to it. Well, don’t worry, your new owner will have one too. Perhaps not quite as pretty as mine, but you’ll get used to it.”
He squeezed, released, gathered his hands together and squeezed again, trying not to weep at the thought of never worshiping at this altar of Female Beauty again.
“Anyway, I visited a slave agency today and talked to a broker. She gave me the documents, pointed me to their website and even helped upload the pictures of you.”
He listened in a state of stunned disbelief. It sounded so mundane, so normal. A Dominant Wife went in and sold her husband and then went out and got another one. Slave husbands had become goods, like cars, or horses, or something.
“Guess what? I had five responses in an hour. Three in-state, one from Florida and one from Hawaii. Isn’t that great?”
He felt an uptick of interest. Was five responses good? He didn’t have the faintest idea. Hawaii?
“You always were a cute guy, and I’ve kept you nice and slim and well toned, and you do have a nice, big cock. Plus, you got your cooking diploma and you passed the State Housecleaning Boards with an A. The broker said you would get some interest. Ladies like men who can cook, and if they’re big down there, then that’s a bonus. So, anyway, I called the two local ladies who bid for you? One underbid on you, so I went with the other.”
“You sold me?” it just slipped out. He sucked in a breath, terrified that he’d gone too far and would get a whipping.
“Yep. Her name is Brenda McKay, she’s forty two and really rather, uh, voluptuous. She bid $6,000, and we settled at $7,500, which isn’t bad at all, really. She’s coming to collect you in about half an hour, too.”
“What?” He’d stopped massaging again. His jaw had dropped too. He gasped. She turned her head, her eyebrows were drawn together in a frown. He trembled.
“If you stop my massage again without permission, she’ll be picking up her new slave with a red hot, striped, purple ass on him. You hear me?”
He forced himself to concentrate on the job at hand. Gathering the marvelous, solid ass muscle in his hand and pressing, squeezing and relaxing it.
“I have the documentation, so I can transfer title to her. You’ll have to have a cyber wedding too, to make it legal. But it only takes a couple of minutes now. You see, once you’ve married into a Female Lead Marriage under the law, you stay there unless the Wife specifically releases you. And I didn’t, did I?’
He could imagine the cruel little smile on her lips as she said that.
Her phone rang. He hurried to fetch it from the sofa in the living room. The number was unfamiliar to him, but he handed it to her and resumed massaging her ass.
“Oh, hi,” she said. “Yes, Floral Park. Just go right down sixty two until you come to the big box mall there. Take the right, then the first left turn. I’m about half a mile farther down. The house is pink with white trim, my neighbors are pale blue on one side and white on the other.
“Yes, he’s all ready. Nothing to pack, after all, is there?” She chuckled. “Well, it was a bit of a shock, but I’m sure you’ll have him warmed up quickly. You sound very experienced.”
Was that good? An experienced Domme? He had no idea. She’d been his first and she’d been experienced enough by the time he fell under her control and signed that fatal marriage contract.
Press together the beautiful ass-flesh of the left buttock. Compress it smoothly between his hands, dig his thumbs in and bring them down together, placing smooth, stress releasing pressure on the big muscles there. He tried to concentrate entirely on the task in hand.
Of course, now that she had her phone in her hand she called Annie, her best friend and co-conspirator in things fun and devilish.
“Yeah, he’s sold. $7,500. Great, yeah? Let’s go out later. Coco’s? Maybe we can pick up some studs, take them to the Pink House. Could be good. Celebrate, yeah?
“How did he take it? Oh, he’s sobbing a little. Well, I know, and he’s gonna miss my ass. Well, I know, it’s the best looking ass for miles.” She laughed.
“Yeah. Yeah. I know. Yeah. Totally. Like, what else is new?” She laughed some more.
“Oh, he’ll get over it. What’s she like? Well, not like me, a bit heavier, shall we say. Oh no, not fat or anything. Oh no, she’s more, like, well, voluptuous is the word that keeps coming up in my mind. The picture she sent me to use for the cyber wedding was pretty amazing. Where? Oh, up in the hills somewhere. Nice looking house. Bigger than mine. I don’t think she has other slaves. I mean, you can only marry one.”
More laughter.
“Have to wait for the next President for that! I could use two or three at a time, I guess. But you know, you’d have to do stuff with each one to keep them happy. You don’t want sulky slaves that you have to whip all the time. And they’re expensive. Did you see they hiked the price of Science Diet by two dollars? Plus the Slave Health Plan went up forty bucks this month. It all adds up.”
He continued massaging the prettiest ass for miles around, but his mind was full of questions. Voluptuous? Brenda McKay?
And behind the questions was the looming certainty. He had been sold. He
was going to be divorced, and then remarried via a website and then taken away by his new Dominant Wife to a new life, somewhere up in the hills.
And there it was, underneath his sorrow, lurking like some crazy, unbeatable
weed, that thrilling FemDom lust. He knew it had gone out of his marriage. He knew she didn’t even care to whip him anymore. But he still loved her and that made him sad
And yet, the thought of this Brenda McKay coming to take him away was arousing that old FemDom lust in his soul. He felt torn in half by it all. But he never stopped massaging her, aware that she would make good on that threatened whipping no matter what.
And then they heard a cardoor slam. Heels clicked up the walk and the doorbell rang.
She got off the table, pointed to the slave corner and went to answer the door herself.
He knelt down in the corne penitent, humble, and yet aroused. His fate had been determined. There was nothing he could do about it. He’d been sold to another woman.
He heard their voices, hers, and another female’s, that one a little deeper, a little huskie. Heels clacked on the floor.
“He’s in here, all yours.”

End of Part One.

Copyright Permian Systems 2008.

Originally posted 2009-07-07 21:26:48.

Slave Training: His First Lesson

Justin was so excited. After he watching the infomercial “How to get gorgeous women to sleep with you” and dutifully sending off his $19.99 (plus shipping and handling of course) his tape had finally arrived! It is not of course that Justin really needed the tape in reality. He was actually kind of attractive. Six foot three inches tall, 180 lbs., fairly muscular (he worked out regularly), but his confidence lately had been shaken. Justin had been involved in a series of relatively long term encounters with beautiful women, all of which had ended badly. This shook the as before, very confident Justin to his core and is usual winning ways with women eluded him. Now when he approached some gorgeous babe at a bar, or wherever, he fumbled for words, looking quite the pathetic idiot. And pathetic and fumbling, regardless of what women tell you is NEVER an effective pick up strategy.

Justin sat down and watched the tape, making careful notes on the section called “Opening lines that cannot fail”. All Saturday long Justin prepared. Armed now with (he thought) good technique he showered, shaved put on his tightest jeans and black T-shirt (all designed to highlight the chiseled body he had been working on). With a new confidence in his step, he got into his car and headed downtown to the club district. He was ready, and his mouth began to water as he thought of all the beautiful and hot women who would be his tonight. It is so sad that he was SOOOOOO wrong!

As he sat casually in the bar (La Traviata) he with as much macho dispassion as the tape had instructed, surveyed the landscape. Man, was this place just completely jammed pack with gorgeous women. He was totally in heaven. As he coolly scoped the room, his hungry eyes came upon Carmen. What a beauty she was. She was a burgundy haired woman wearing a fairly revealing little black miniskirt. Her white blouse revealed ample breasts, so suckable he thought. But by far her best feature were her long luxurious legs. My god they simply did not stop. She was tall. Six feet in fact and those lovely legs just went on and on up into an ass that begged out for his oral attentions.

She too was coolly surveying the landscape. What got Justin’s attention was on her left foot her black strappy sandal was dangling as she sat there with her legs crossed. God she was gorgeous! Justin felt that old familiar stirring in his groin as he watched, totally mesmerized her every move. She sat there, lazily rocking her leg back and forth, her sandal bouncing, dangling to the beat of the music. She was smoking a cheroot! How Freudian he thought as he imagined those thick ruby red lips engulfing his throbbing cock. Yes, she was the one! She would be the one he would approach and no other. What finally convinced him was eventually they made eye contact. She glared at him, not in a menacing way but in a hungry way, the way a cat views a mouse, unblinking, unflinching, ready to pounce. Justin felt his pulse rise as he sensed her eyes on him. With his stomach full of butterflies he made his approach.

Remember lesson 3, remember lesson 3, he chanted to himself as he walked up to her.

“I am calling St. Peter” Justin opened “Because obviously Heaven is missing an angel!”

It took all of Carmen’s powers of concentration not to bust out laughing. My God, she thought to herself, that fucking book. Now here was a guy she would gladly have seduced, taken home and given the fuck of his life to and he had to go and be just another one of those pathetic dweebs buying a “how-to” manual for women. She was about to brush him off when that little devilish part of her brain spoke up. In the words of Susan Powter, it said, STOP THE INSANITY! She would allow this cloddish behavior to succeed, at least initially. Perhaps Justin could be saved, saved from himself. He was after all, quite attractive and in some sort of bizarre materialistic instinct, Carmen wanted to help him.

“HI!!!!” she responded with as much treacle cheerleaderesque fake girlish gusto as she could manage. Thus began the completely boorish tete-a-tete played right by the book. Man, she thought to herself as she saw Justin struggle, he may have bad taste in advice, but he certainly is a quick study. You see, about three months ago, as a lark, Carmen and her girl friends from work had bought this tape as a lark. Sort of a method to study up on the enemy so to speak, so she knew every line in the book and Justiny boy was going right down the list line by line. She, of course, armed also with the same dubious advice responded just as the book suggested these “gorgeous women” would respond. She touched his arm. She curled her hair around her finger and played with it, she giggled (although sometimes it was a struggle) at his lame jokes and not for one second did she take her eyes off of him.

Justin on the other hand could not believe his luck! He kept thinking to himself as he saw his machinations working that that was the best $19.95 he had ever spent. As he was trying desperately to remember the lessons from “show her you are sensitive but no wimp” he completely went blank as he felt her bare foot begin snaking up his leg.

Carmen chuckled as she saw Justin begin to lose his composure. Sure she wasn’t playing fair. She had noticed him staring at her legs and her feet and so she knew she had him. She could do WHATEVER she wanted, he was doomed, but did not know it yet. As she wriggled her toes up his inner thigh and over his crotch, she felt his cock stir in its denim prison. She giggled as she noticed a few beads of sweat begin to form on Justin’s head and run down his cheek. He was losing it, he was fumbling and she was enjoying every damn minute of it.

Justin’s mind raced as he tried desperately to maintain control of himself, but MY GOD! This woman is tormenting him. Within five minutes his composure went from swing lounge lothario back to bumbling Justin. He was thoroughly enjoying her podiatry work on his crotch, but was so afraid he was going to blow it. The book had made it quite clear that the secret to getting a gorgeous woman into your bed was to never lose control, and it was quite obvious, he was completely out of control. As he fumbled for words, Carmen leaned over and grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and pulled him to her. “Take me home, NOW!” she hissed into his ear.

The drive to her apartment was all a blur. Justin had a hard time concentrating on just keeping the car on the road, this woman was incredible. As he drove, she ran her hands up his shirt and began raking her long nails over his chest hair, tickling and teasing his nipples. Deftly she chewed on his ear as her tongue made little circles down his neck. Several times, Justin had to jerk the car back onto the road as his eyes had rolled back into his head.

When they finally got to her place, Justin was impressed. Her apartment was very tastefully decorated. In the center of her living room was a large fireplace and in front of that a big black leather couch, just begging to be used for some horizontal refreshments. Justin grabbed her and kissed her deeply. He was so turned on he was practically crazed. Carmen giggled and said “Not so fast stud, lets get comfortable! Now, I am going to go into the bedroom and put on something a little more, er, revealing, why don’t you just relax and sit down for a while.” Justin nodded, unable to speak.

After a few minutes, Carmen emerged and one could almost hear the sound of Justin’s jaw hitting the floor. She was stunning. Her tall statuesque body was framed with a black silk teddy. Her cleavage just bubbled over and was so inviting. Those breasts, that hair, those eyes, and of course, those long long legs, Justin was instantly enslaved. Carmen plopped down on the couch and recrossed her legs.

Justin could not keep his eyes off of her. Every inch of her was gorgeous. She was truly a goddess. He was planning on sending the producers of his tape a thank you note, when she reached up with her left toe and began to unzip his pants.

“Justin” she cooed “Please get naked for me.”

That was all the encouragement Justin needed. Clothes began to fly off of his body and before he knew it he was standing in front of her, totally stark naked, and completely erect. He was a bit shy so he tried vainly to hide his erection with his hands.

Ooooooh, Carmen cooed with fake enthusiasm, such muscles. Although she was faking this conversation, she was impressed. Justin was quite a specimen, the years of work at the gym showed on him, from his 6pack abs to his chiseled pectorals. She again raised her foot from the floor and shewed his hands away from his crotch. With both feet she gently prodded his balls, now dangling, obviously full of boiling cum. She enjoyed hearing Justin’s breathing get heavier as her toes teased the tip of his cock. “Do you want me Justin” she giggled as she spread her legs wide for him. Her g-string barely concealed her wet snatch, and Justin was delighted to see the wet stains on it. Laughing as she did it she raked her long nails down her legs and over her snatch. “ Do you want to make love to me tonight?”

Justin almost burst into tears on the spot. He was so horny, he was overcome. “OH GOD YES!!!” he cried out, knowing that he had violated rule # 8, never let a woman know that she is driving you crazy. Without thinking he dropped to his knees and began licking her inner thigh.

Good boy, she said as she ran her fingers through his hair. With two flicks of her wrists she untied her panties and draped them over Justins throbbing dick. The feel of the wet silk drove him mad as she slowly pulled them back and forth over him, sending wave after wave of pleasure through his body. He dove into her pussy, so hungry, eager. Carmen was so wet, she literally gushed! Her hot tasty juices were all over Justin, on his face, up his nose, down his chin, he was covered in her. Carmen removed her top and lazily began rubbing her nipples in-between her fingers as Justin hungrily devoured her.

He wasn’t bad she thought, but needs work, as his tongue teased and pleased her clit. Alternating between hard sucking and light licking. She shuddered and twitched as he gave her sweet pussy one long luxurious lick after another, playfully teasing her hot little love knob with his mouth. After a few minutes of this she could finally take no more, her thighs tensed up and clamped down on Justin’s ears, nearly suffocating him as she cried out in a very pleasant, if blasé, orgasm.

Like a little puppy dog that wants to be rewarded for good behavior, Justin stared up at her from in-between her legs, searching her face for some sign that she was satisfied. “Did you like that?” he asked sheepishly. “Yes Justin, I did, but…”

“But?” Justin replied. She, sensing this consternation, reached down and cradled his face in her hand. “Yes Justin, that was very good, but I want more, will you give me more, will you do as I say? I want to please you now! Give you something you have never had!”

Crazed with lust Justin agreed. Hell, at that moment, Justin would have agreed to anything.

“OK, now stand up for me, and put you hands behind your back and close your eyes.” Justin complied, ready to have the what he guessed would be the blow job of his life, his eyes quickly opened as he heard the click of the cuffs and felt the cool steel of the manacles around his wrists.

“What are you doing!” he cried.

“Shhhhhh, be calm Justin!” Carmen reassured as she gingerly cupped his balls in her hand. “I told you I was going to give you something you have never had, and I am. I am going to train you in how to please a woman. It is obvious to me that you bought that stupid tape because of some lack of confidence in yourself. Well, do not fear Justin. When I am through with you, you will no longer have any trouble with women once you learn some basic truths.”

“But, but, but, Pleasssssssse, I am so horny, please let me cum” He begged, his cock now hot to the touch throbbing in the palm of her hand.

“HEHE, well Justin, I am afraid I am not going to be able to let you cum for a while” she cackled “But trust me, you will cum, if you are a good study.”

“Now, time for lesson one – Pussy rules all!”

With that she plopped back down on the couch and pulled Justin’s mouth back onto her. Justin, realizing he was whooped, but actually not at all sad about it, eagerly began to lick her sweet snatch again. Justin was glad to have found an eager teacher and he was a most eager student.

“Oh, and by the way Justin” she moaned as he continued slurping away on her lucious coos “This is the first lesson of 200, so I hope you don’t have any plans for the next week! But once you graduate, we will take care of your little problem there” she laughed as she smacked his hard dick with her foot.

Justin groaned as he continued lapping away. Bound and horny for a week. How would he ever survive.

A Simple Solution 3

A Simple Solution 3

By: Love My Wife

As I leaned against the counter she took my left nipple in her mouth and lightly kissed and then suckled it. My cock got even harder and I moaned. She then moved to the other nipple, never even touching my penis. My hips jerked involuntarily.
She stood up and looked at me. “You like that”
“YES” was all I could gasp.
She slowly rolled both wet nipples between her thumb and forefinger as she looked at my cock. My gasping reaction and lurching hips were a direct indication of the effect she was having on me. This sucking and rolling continued for over a minute as she increased her sexual attack on my nipples and I became audibly and physically more responsive, now gasping and catching my breath. My eyes were closed tight and I was grasping the edge of the counter, embarrassed in my nudity and spread legs, my erection, trying to compose myself enough to take all of her attention without moving from her grasp. I willed myself to stay under her twisting fingers and mouth but I was squirming and my cock pulsing and swinging, my knees starting to fail me. I couldn’t allow myself to pull away because I needed her over stimulation and I needed her to see the dramatic effect of her attention and how badly I needed this. And still not a touch to my cock making the onslaught all the more erotic.
I imagined what I looked like now in total slutty, willing submission to her and no longer caring that she knows, that she controls, that I am as venerable as a husband can be with his wife. I am slipping into a state of mind that is peaceful, concentrating only on my acquiescence of control. I half open my eyes, gazed directly into her eyes and say, “please, I need to cum, please make me eat my cum”.
She smiles and says, “In one more minute I will. Do you like what I’m doing to you?”
“God yes…look at me.” I loved the words “doing to you”, she knows her control.
“I’m almost in sexual overload, I have never felt so naked”. I said No one could be more naked, stripped, shaved and on the edge of an orgasm for many minutes at the hands of my fully dressed, loving wife.
“Please kiss me.” I said.
She leans in, kissing lightly, then deeper, then with passion and tongue. I moan loudly.
She leans back but doesn’t let go of my nipples and looks me up and down, a smile on her lips.
“You are so totally mine”
“I always have been yours, but this time you have taken me”
“Yes, that’s true, but now that I have taken you this far, what if I want more?”
“Anything you want, I will do”
“We’ll see about that.” She said with a smile.
“I’m going to make you cum now” I agreed, it was totally her orgasm to give.
She picks up the glass in one hand and grabs my cock in the other, firmly pushing back against my body. The head of my cock wet with pre-cum and bulging purple in her grasp. Another moan from me knowing this will not take long.
She pumped slowly, with me now wildly thrusting forward toward release.
Four more pumps and I said, “I’m going to cum”
She positions the glass and I think I may have screamed, I know I shot one, two, three, at least four spurts into the bottom of the glass. She kept milking and then after, wiped the edge of the glass against my now ultra sensitive cock head to get the last drop or two.
“Oh my God.” That was the extent of my commentary.
She stepped back and handed me the glass.
“This time, you get to do this all on your own, as your proof to me that you want this”
I reached out and took the glass with a post orgasmic shaking hand. I looked at it, a fair amount of my sperm in the bottom. It was no longer sexy, it was no longer desirable, it wasn’t what I wanted to do any longer. It was sperm in a glass, and I was a guy and guys don’t drink sperm from a glass.
“It’s important that you do this now, not just for me, but for you. Don’t think about it, what it is or what you want or don’t want. I am asking you to do this because you need me to ask you to do this. I will not force you, but if you don’t do it now, on your own, we will never do it again”.
I poured the sperm into my mouth.
“Hold it in your mouth for a second”
I did, looking at her, not wanting to move or to think.
“Swallow”
I did.
She took the glass from me and put it in the sink. She handed me her martini and I took a sip.
“I’m going to need to cum tonight, and you may get a third dose if you’re up for it, but right now let’s get dinner on the table. Throw on your pants and shirt and put your socks and underwear in the laundry room.”
I did as I was told and slowly came back to reality. We had a simple dinner and continued with husband and wife chatter. I felt great knowing we were so happy together, so normal. I guess that is what marriage after all these years really means, trust, no inhibitions, sharing secrets and fantasies and love. I hugged her and kissed her neck, and felt a slight stirring in my groin, again. Would I actually be eating a third load of sperm today? I bet even my wife hasn’t ever done that!
Did I say we were so normal? You know, I bet we are.

Originally posted 2008-06-15 18:00:31.

Cum Eating Husband’s Story Part III

As I leaned against the counter she took my left nipple in her mouth and lightly kissed and then suckled it. My cock got even harder and I moaned. She then moved to the other nipple, never even touching my penis. My hips jerked involuntarily.

She stood up and looked at me. “You like that”

“YES” was all I could gasp.

She slowly rolled both wet nipples between her thumb and forefinger as she looked at my cock. My gasping reaction and lurching hips were a direct indication of the effect she was having on me. This sucking and rolling continued for over a minute as she increased her sexual attack on my nipples and I became audibly and physically more responsive, now gasping and catching my breath. My eyes were closed tight and I was grasping the edge of the counter, embarrassed in my nudity and spread legs, my erection, trying to compose myself enough to take all of her attention without moving from her grasp. I willed myself to stay under her twisting fingers and mouth but I was squirming and my cock pulsing and swinging, my knees starting to fail me. I couldn’t allow myself to pull away because I needed her over stimulation and I needed her to see the dramatic effect of her attention and how badly I needed this. And still not a touch to my cock making the onslaught all the more erotic.

I imagined what I looked like now in total slutty, willing submission to her and no longer caring that she knows, that she controls, that I am as venerable as a husband can be with his wife. I am slipping into a state of mind that is peaceful, concentrating only on my acquiescence of control. I half open my eyes, gazed directly into her eyes and say, “please, I need to cum, please make me eat my cum”.

She smiles and says, “In one more minute I will. Do you like what I’m doing to you?”

“God yes…look at me.” I loved the words “doing to you”, she knows her control.

“I’m almost in sexual overload, I have never felt so naked”. I said No one could be more naked, stripped, shaved and on the edge of an orgasm for many minutes at the hands of my fully dressed, loving wife.

“Please kiss me.” I said.

She leans in, kissing lightly, then deeper, then with passion and tongue. I moan loudly.

She leans back but doesn’t let go of my nipples and looks me up and down, a smile on her lips.

“You are so totally mine”

“I always have been yours, but this time you have taken me”

“Yes, that’s true, but now that I have taken you this far, what if I want more?”

“Anything you want, I will do”

“We’ll see about that.” She said with a smile.

“I’m going to make you cum now” I agreed, it was totally her orgasm to give.

She picks up the glass in one hand and grabs my cock in the other, firmly pushing back against my body. The head of my cock wet with pre-cum and bulging purple in her grasp. Another moan from me knowing this will not take long.

She pumped slowly, with me now wildly thrusting forward toward release.

Four more pumps and I said, “I’m going to cum”

She positions the glass and I think I may have screamed, I know I shot one, two, three, at least four spurts into the bottom of the glass. She kept milking and then after, wiped the edge of the glass against my now ultra sensitive cock head to get the last drop or two.

“Oh my God.” That was the extent of my commentary.

She stepped back and handed me the glass.

“This time, you get to do this all on your own, as your proof to me that you want this”

I reached out and took the glass with a post orgasmic shaking hand. I looked at it, a fair amount of my sperm in the bottom. It was no longer sexy, it was no longer desirable, it wasn’t what I wanted to do any longer. It was sperm in a glass, and I was a guy and guys don’t drink sperm from a glass.

“It’s important that you do this now, not just for me, but for you. Don’t think about it, what it is or what you want or don’t want. I am asking you to do this because you need me to ask you to do this. I will not force you, but if you don’t do it now, on your own, we will never do it again”.

I poured the sperm into my mouth.

“Hold it in your mouth for a second”

I did, looking at her, not wanting to move or to think.

“Swallow”

I did.

She took the glass from me and put it in the sink. She handed me her martini and I took a sip.

“I’m going to need to cum tonight, and you may get a third dose if you’re up for it, but right now let’s get dinner on the table. Throw on your pants and shirt and put your socks and underwear in the laundry room.”

I did as I was told and slowly came back to reality. We had a simple dinner and continued with husband and wife chatter. I felt great knowing we were so happy together, so normal. I guess that is what marriage after all these years really means, trust, no inhibitions, sharing secrets and fantasies and love. I hugged her and kissed her neck, and felt a slight stirring in my groin, again. Would I actually be eating a third load of sperm today? I bet even my wife hasn’t ever done that!

Did I say we were so normal? You know, I bet we are.

He Becomes Her Toy II

Continued from Part I

“I’d like to take you into my bed and fuck you longer and harder than I ever
fucked anyone in my LIFE!”, he blurted. The words just came out. He felt almost
as though someone else had said them.

“FUCK?”, she laughed deviously, “I don’t think so. Certainly not tonight. And
probably not EVER! Here’s the program, Greg. You’re going to be MY play toy.
You will do whatever I say, whenever I say it! And what I want from you is
pleasure, amusement, and servitude.”

“Aren’t you pushing your luck a little bit? One day you’re going to mess with
the wrong guy, and he’s gonna do whatever he wants with you.”, Greg suggested,
his anger slightly rising.

“Ah, but you’re not that guy, ARE you?”, she quickly retorted, effectively
disarming his anger.

“N-no, I guess not.”, he meekly replied, feeling foolish for even mentioning
it.

“No, I didn’t think so. But it doesn’t matter anyway unless you’re at least a
third degree black belt. I’m not stupid enough to play this game without being
able to protect myself.” she calmly explained, crossing her legs again. Nikki
then allowed her heeled black pump to dangle off the end of her bare foot.

“Okay, let’s get back to my question. How many times have you gotten laid in
the past year?”, she continued.

“Three.”, he sullenly admitted.

“That’s not much. Any relationships in the past year?”, she inquired.

“No.”, he replied.

“You’re attractive and in good shape. You should at least be able to attract
women your age. What’s the problem? “, she inquired.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m too selective for my own good.”, he offered.

“Hmm. Do you still masturbate?”, she asked.

“Once in a while.”, he admitted, feeling flush.

“How often, Greg?”, she pressed, recognizing and enjoying his embarrassment.

“A couple times a month, maybe.”, he responded, starting to feel oddly aroused
by his embarrassment.

“Well, I’m gonna change that, Greg. If you stay with the program, you’ll
masturbate for my amusement often. You see, that’s going to be your reward for
pleasing me. Now take off your clothes and sit down on the floor by me. Just
drop your clothes in a pile on the floor”, she instructed.

He removed his clothes, exposing his full hard on. She smiled in satisfaction
and motioned him over. He sat on the floor in front of her feet.

“Take my shoes off, pet. Tonight, you’re going to learn how to serve my feet. I
want you to start off by giving them a massage.”, she instructed.

He removed her shoes and studied her feet. He found them to be far more erotic
than he ever had expected to. He began to massage them, surprised at his
enjoyment. Soon, she spread her legs enough for him to clearly see that she was
not wearing panties.

A few minutes later, her breathing became more labored. She announced that she
felt warm, and interrupted him just long enough to remove her clothing. Greg
watched in awe as she stripped. The rest of her magnificent body was just as
lean and defined as her luscious legs. Her dark bush was neatly trimmed short.
She sat down and Greg immediately resumed her foot massage with added
enthusiasm, often looking up at her body.

“I want you to learn how to make love to my feet. All of my play toys start
there before I allow them to worship the rest of my body. You’ll be no
exception. You will kiss them, lick them, and even suck on my toes. I’m not
going to tell you exactly what to do because I want to see what you’ve got. I
will only suggest that you cover every square inch, and pay special attention
to my toes. Especially in between my toes. Do you understand?”, Nikki asked.

“Yes!”, Greg replied.

“Good! Now, if you please me well enough, I will allow you to masturbate
tonight. If I am NOT pleased, you will NOT be allowed to masturbate.
Furthermore, you will also be punished! If you refuse your punishment, tonight
will be the last time you’ll ever see me. Is that clear? “, she asked.

“Yes.”, Greg agreed, already hopelessly addicted to her body.

Although Greg had never even touched a woman’s feet before, he fervently
kissed, licked, and sucked on Nikki’s. As she had suggested, he also paid
special attention to her toes. It came very natural to him, and he found
himself wondering why he’d never even noticed women’s feet before. Nikki
alternately played with her pussy and her breasts as she encouraged him on. She
brought herself to several orgasms in the process, which in turn, drew plenty
of pre cum from Greg’s throbbing cock.

“You’re off to a good start, my pet! I’m pleased enough for you to have your
reward for the evening. But I doubt that you’ll want to cum all over your
carpet. So crawl on your hands and knees and follow me into your bathroom.”,
she instructed.

Greg was too horny at the moment to even care about the added humiliation.
Nikki stood up and walked very slowly towards the bathroom, hips swaying
seductively. Greg crawled behind her, awestricken at her physical beauty.

Once inside Greg’s relatively small bathroom, Nikki instructed him to kneel. As
she inspected the cleanliness of his bathroom, she strategically bent down so
that her luscious ass came within a few inches of his face. She was very
displeased with the filth that she found everywhere. She stood up, and turned
to face him. Pinched between her thumb and index finger was a mass of hair and
dust.

“Do you think this floor is appropriate for my bare feet to walk on?”, she
asked.

“No.”, he sheepishly replied, feeling embarrassed. It really WAS a mess.

“The next time I come here, your entire condo will be IMMACULATE. Do you
understand?”, she demanded, as she deposited the filth in the wastebasket.

“Yes.”, he replied.

“Worshipping me, my body, AND the very ground that I walk on are all parts of
the program, my pet. And I’m NOT kidding! I’m gonna give your place the white
glove test next time. So every INCH of this bathroom had better be clean enough
for you to LICK. And don’t you DARE hire someone else to do it! Do you
understand me, pig?”, she asked as she washed her hands in the vanity basin.

“Clearly.”, he responded, feeling feverishly humiliated.

“Okay then! Go ahead and masturbate for my amusement, my little play toy.
Stroke your cock and show me how far you can shoot your cum. Show me how hot
you are from being controlled by a beautiful woman.”, she beckoned.

Greg didn’t need any encouragement. He was already on the verge of going over
the edge. Nikki turned around and bent over. Once again, she placed her ass
just inches from Greg’s face.

“Take a good look at my ass, pet. That’s what’s in store for you next time. I
want you to take a long slow whiff, but don’t you DARE touch!”, she instructed.
She then arched her back, and backed up until his nose was between her
asscheeks.

Greg indeed took a slow, deep whiff. Her ripe, pungent odor was enough to put
him over the top. He let out a deep groan, and put his free hand up against the
wall for support. He shot his first jet of cum high through her legs. It just
missed hitting her breast, landing several feet away from him. He continued
beating his meat, pumping out one jet of cum after another. They each landed
closer and closer to him until he finally ran dry, but his earth shattering
orgasm continued on for several more dry shots. Finally, he slumped to the
floor, completely spent. He hadn’t cum that hard for over 20 years.

Nikki stood erect. “Welcome to my world, pet.”, she slyly said. She then walked
out of the bathroom.

It took Greg a minute or two to compose himself. When he finally got up to see
what Nikki was doing, he was surprised to find her already dressed.

“May I have my jacket now?”, she asked icily.

“Of course.”, he replied. He quickly fetched her jacket and handed it to her.

“What’s your phone number?”, she asked, removing a tiny phone book from her
small handbag.

“It’s 555 708 1995.”, he responded.

“You’ll be hearing from me soon.”, she said coolly. She then opened the door
and let herself out.

Greg watched the door close behind her, shaking his head in disbelief.

Originally posted 2007-09-16 15:15:17.

Electro-Torment

We started doing the motion sensor thing about 8 years ago. We don’t do it a whole lot these days but it still is in our repertoire of activities.

When I first got the idea, it was a simple case of picking out one that I thought would do the job. I looked at the features and went with my best guess. I got one that had a sensitivity control, which I always run at maximum. It has a switch that lets you decide how long the motion light should be on. This, of course, is going to determine the length of time you receive each correction. Options on my particular unit are: 4 seconds, 4 minutes or 12 minutes. I’ve gone with the 4 second option because it seemed about right.

Continue reading Electro-Torment

Domination Games III

Their bodies glistening with some kind of scented oil, his captors walked over to him slowly, sensually, the nipples he had sucked nodding with every step. Bending down, Lottie took his member in her deep cleavage and began, to give him ‘mammary masturbation’. The feel of her lush satiny orbs quickly stimulated him to a fierce erection. She then dropped to her knees on a thickly piled rug and began to fellate him. But despite her oral expertise, Derek’s pleasure was largely offset by his fear of Andrea, who had moved round behind him and was insinuating two slender gloved fingers round his arse. After a few seconds she stopped and, straightening her body to its full height, began to press the rubber ‘penis’ between his buttocks.

At this, his feelings of shame and humiliation turned to masculine rage. Twisting his head round he tried to butt her. Instantly pain shot through him as Lottie gave his balls a sudden squeeze and wagged a warning finger at him. Then she resumed her ‘deep throat’ activity. Derek was helpless, a victim of two lust crazed dominatrixes and their deviant, devilish desires. Andrea stood back briefly in order to adjust the band around her hips. Then she stepped in close and slowly guided her weapon into him. He tried to clench his sphincter muscles but it was no use. Tears welled in his eyes and he gave a gag stifled moan as the intruder teased his anal passage. There was great, hot pressure, as the rubber seemed to reach into his very core. Andrea withdrew slowly, then thrust in again and again. To Derek’s surprise and relief, the pressure eased gradually. The ‘prick’ was not hard, rather it had the supple firmness and pliancy of a tumescent penis. And it was thickly coated with Vaseline. As the discomfort in his nether regions receded, the ineffable fusion of stimulation and pleasure became a series of rapturous sensations.

There were no sound in the room except low sucking, slapping noises, and the older woman’s heavy breathing. Lottie’s lips and tongue continued working skilfully on his prick, her latex sheathed legs and cruel, spurred heels gleaming and glinting in the light. Behind him, Andrea’s hips pumped steadily like a man’s, her hands clutching his chest, her balloon-like breasts, nipples erect, pushing invitingly against him.

It was a bittersweet situation for Derek. Although his body throbbed with carnal delight, he longed to be able to respond, to kiss, to fondle, and to screw. Feeling his excitement mount, Andrea’s thrusts became more vigorous.. Her lips kissed and nuzzled his neck and throat. Her hands stroked his muscular trunk. Her passion-hardened breasts caressed his back. Her booted thighs slithered over his. As his orgasm approached his head lolled from side to side. Bliss. Then his entire frame shuddered., and but for the gag he would have cried out. For several seconds of exquisite agony his come gushed. Gradually, as his body relaxed, his captors ceased their ministrations.

Lottie stood up, Andrea withdrew the anal intruder and, unfastening the rubber band, let it fall to the floor.

But their voracious sexual appetites were far from satisfied. Arms around each other, they stepped across to a rug and slowly sank down on it, kissing hungrily. Lying face to face, limbs entwined, they worked themselves into a frenzy of lesbian lust, sucking each other’s breasts, probing each other with darting tongues and slim fingers, even kissing each other’s rubber and leather clad thighs.

After a few minutes Lottie abruptly stood up and left the room. Andrea lay back, hands working at her crotch. When the younger woman returned she was carrying a dildo or, to be exact, two dildos – their bases joined together at a slight angle and complete with imitation testicles. Lying side by side, the two licentious Amazons inserted the dildos into their eager vaginas and began to rock back and forth, kissing and fondling with each plunge. As he watched, fascinated, this display of rank, unbridled passion, Derek’s prick began to rise again. He could see that John’s big organ was already as stiff as a stalk.

As the worming, writhing lovers reached a peak of pleasure they began moaning softly, the creaminess of their splendid torsos contrasting with the sleek blackness of their legs and arms. Lottie, her hip movements becoming more frenetic, gripped her partner fiercely. Then she gave a sudden low scream and her body shuddered and squirmed as a shattering orgasm consumed her.

After a while she reached over and pushed her fingers in Andrea’s vagina as the latter continued to screw furiously on her dildo. This double stimulation was enough to push Andrea to an ecstatic climax. She cried out as a series of spasms shook her, her hands clawing at Lottie’s back.

Eventually she uttered a long, deep sigh and her body relaxed.

Their ferocious passions seemingly spent, the two women embraced tenderly, kissing and sighing.

After a while they removed the dildos and got up and left the room, without a word or a glance at their captives.

“What next?” Wondered Derek, dazed at their sheer kinkiness and depraved sexuality. Yet again he asked himself: is this really happening? Why had they not bothered with his friend? Was he next? And there was the disturbing thought that he tried to push to the back of his mind: he had actually enjoyed what Andrea and Lottie had done to him.

Minutes passed. Almost half an hour had gone before the women returned. They had put their leather and rubber underwear back on. This time John was the target of their rapacious desire.

The pattern was the same: passionate ‘foreplay’ followed by naked simultaneous oral and assault. The only difference was that Lottie did the screwing. Although her patent court heels added several inches to her height, she had to fold a thick rug to use as a ‘platform’ in order to accommodate herself to John’s long-legged height. Fascinated, Derek watched the action, his prick stiffening. John kept his head down and his eyes closed. It was only when he ejaculated that he gave a muffled moan.

Afterwards, the two women gave another torrid performance of lesbian sex. They then left.

When they returned – still minus their leather and rubber bras and briefs – there was another shock for their captives’ ravaged senses: each was carrying a leather whip. Andrea moved round behind Derek; Lottie did likewise behind John. Derek tensed, waiting for the blow. Then he heard the swish and his body jerked as the thongs seared across his back.

He gave a stifled gasp. Another blow followed, and another.

Both women wielded their whips expertly and cruelly. Derek could hear John’s low moans as Lottie’s vicious thong raked his back. Through a blur of torment he found himself counting the strokes. Andrea must have been counting too because she stopped at 20. So did Lottie. When they left, their victims’ backs and buttocks were a mass of flaming pain. Tears stung their eyes.

Another half-hour passed before their gaolers returned. This time they did not approach the boys, but instead, walked up and down. Bare hips and breasts gyrating and swaying; stilettos clicking, the two masked mistresses of sin flaunted their bodies in front of their bewildered and brutalised captives. After three or four minutes they stopped and, while Lottie paused briefly to adjust one of her long latex stockings, Andrea stepped across to a small alcove, where she took something from a shelf. Both women then walked over to Derek.

“Oh no, they’re going to poison us,” he cried to himself in terror, when he saw what Andrea was holding. It was a phial of orange coloured liquid. As she held it to his lips, Lottie unfastened the gag and began trying to force his jaws apart. He was determined to resist and clamped his teeth together. But his defences soon collapsed as a rubber-gloved hand grabbed his balls and a needle-like boot heel stabbed his instep. His head was jerked back and the sweet tasting juice flowed down his throat, causing him to gasp and splutter. The gag was replaced and the women then turned their attention to John and repeated the procedure.

‘We’re goners”, thought Derek as the sound of footsteps died away. His mind was a turmoil of images. Had it all really happened? Really? A few minutes later he began to lose consciousness.

He opened his eyes as John shook him awake. His body felt sore and chilly, his mouth dry and uncomfortable. They were at the side of a narrow road, fully clothed. Memories of their ordeal came flooding back. Again and again and again he asked himself: did it really happen? He could see the pain in John’s eyes. The sun was coming up but the air was cold. A car passed.

“Any idea where we are?” asked Derek, getting to his feet and heaving a sigh of relief. At least he was still alive.

“I haven’t a clue” replied his friend, who was rummaging in his rucksack. Derek began to do likewise. All his gear was there including passport and money. There was also a large envelope. Inside it was a magazine size colour photograph. It was Lottie and Andrea, full frontal, wearing nothing but eye masks, fishnet stockings and suspenders and ox blood high heels. There was also a 500-mark note and a hand-written message. Derek read it aloud.

‘Dear John and Derek, we hope you enjoyed your encounter with us as much as we did! You are such splendid performers! You are probably thinking of getting revenge. Well, we think you should know that our little ‘domination’ game was all filmed. If you try to seek us out your family and friends may receive some very interesting pictures in the post – you should not carry address books around with you, besides, we think you would have great difficulty finding us, the Ruhr is a very heavily populated region. We have left you at a spot a few miles out of Bochum. Love and kisses, Andrea and Lottie.’

“If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll get those bloody, crazy bitches” said John.

Derek was admiring the photo.

“Andrea certainly has a colossal pair of knockers,” he remarked.

“For God’s sake,” cried his friend, “we’ve been abused and humiliated by two depraved Amazons and all you can talk about is the size of their tits”.

He grabbed the photo and tore it up. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at another woman again.”

“All right,” replied Derek, “we’re legal men…. let’s try to look calmly and clearly at our predicament. Assuming we’re now near Bochum.

Where do the two women live? Dortmund? Assuming that they had it planned in advance – they’ve probably done this sort of thing before – do you really think that they’d tell us the truth? Why did it take us so long to get there. They probably headed for Dortmund at first and then turned off for some other place… Dusseldorf, Essen, Duisberg.. there’s a cluster of cities and about 15 million people in the Ruhr area. And remember we were asleep for most of the journey, and it was dark when we arrived. And what about the blackmail threat?”

“Stop putting up obstacles,” shouted John. “Or maybe you enjoyed that kinky sex session?”

“Don’t be absurd, I didn’t enjoy it any more than you did.” But in his heart Derek knew that he was not being truthful. John continued ranting. At last Derek interrupted him: “I don’t know about you, but I’m heading for some town.”

Despite his stinging back – the women had applied some disinfectant salve to it – he pulled on his rucksack and began walking. His friend followed, still muttering about “revenge if it kills me.”

As he trudged along, Derek knew that his experiences at the hands of Lottie and Andrea had wrought an irrevocable change in his physical and emotional relationship with the female sex. The exotic byways beckoned strongly.

Originally posted 2010-08-16 08:18:04.