Male Slave’s Weekend of Punishment

Mistress Haile stood blocking my exit from the room, dressed in her black leather panties, her leather boots, glossy red lips and nails, her beautiful long blonde hair gently framing her beautiful face. She scowled at me and told me to kneel on all fours facing the window. My cock was beginning to swell and throb now following Mistress Haile’s handiwork! The cock ring gripping the base of my cock and balls like a vice. The spiked sheath was now beginning to become agonizingly painful as my erection grew! My balls were stretched and separated with the ball spreader and Mistress Haile was surely smiling now watching my discomfort grow!

The next think I knew, Mistress Haile faced me as she commanded me to open my mouth and accept the gag! I was being gagged with a pair of Mistress Haile’s fragrant panties that she had been wearing all day. I was told to stay still, do not move an inch and wait until she returned. My heart raced as I wondered what was in store for me now! My cock was pulsing, my erection growing but then subsiding as the sharp spikes bit into my flesh and the pain cut off the moment! I so desperately wanted to release my member from it’s tight confines and let it expand to it’s full length! But Mistress had other plans and the wicked CBT contraption prevented any erection even though my mind was commanding it to grow and grow! It had been five long days since my Mistress Haile had allowed me to cum, my balls felt as if they would explode.

I was naked except for the wrist & ankle cuffs and my slave collar. My panties were removed earlier, along with my regular clothing too. I felt so vulnerable not knowing what my Mistress would do to me next, but knowing that whatever she did to me, I would oblige regardless of how I felt. It sometimes scares me knowing that I no longer own my body and having surrendered it to Mistress Haile who delighted in inflicting painful torments, disciplines and punishments made my stomach churn! The combination of her beauty and her evil kinky desires have me imprisoned in her servitude, to do anything she likes to me! I am addicted to her and her manipulations of me and always will be.

I heard her come back into the room, but she wasn’t alone. Who was with her? What was going on? No sooner had I wondered who this new woman was that, Mistress spoke to her companion.

“This is my little slave boy I have been telling you all about, what do you think of him?”

Her companion started to laugh, I could tell from the soft laughter that she too shared some of my Mistress Haile’s desires for tormenting men like me!

“Haile, Does the poor boy know what you have in store for him this weekend?”, she replied.

Mistress Haile just started laughing, telling her friend that I had no clue what was going to happen, but that they had all weekend to show me and she finished by saying that the both of us would be enjoying it immensely!

Finally, Mistress Haile spoke to me. She told me that her companion’s name was Jennifer and that I should address her as Mistress Jennifer whenever I spoke to her! I would also be surrendering myself to Mistress Jennifer as if it were Me she said! I could see she was also petite and had long blonde curly hair, blue eyes and a beautiful trim figure similar to Mistress Haile’s. She explained that Jennifer was an old friend from school whom shared her penchant for Dominating boys, and that she had invited Jennifer to spend the weekend with us and explore some new toys and techniques!

I was embarrassed to be naked and exposed like this, my cock and balls all trussed up and kneeling before these two women like this!

Then Mistress Haile grabbed her favorite wooden Ping-Pong paddle and showed it to Jennifer.

“So, I see our little slave boy is in need of some bottom warming for not greeting you properly Jennifer!”

Mistress Haile handed the paddle to Mistress Jennifer, and told her to do the honors for my rudeness and lack of manners in not saying hello and greeting her properly! Mistress Haile asked her how many swats would be appropriate for my misdeed?

“Well Haile, I am a firm believer in harsh and severe punishments, so I will give the slave twenty of my best to his exposed bottom!”

“That sounds good Haile, and when you are finished, I will match those twenty too, plus an additional ten for embarrassing me like this in front of you!”

Mistress Haile handed the paddle to Jennifer and she took up her position behind me now. Her swats were fast and furious and I gasps as the first swats caught me off guard. I tried to remain still and accept my punishments as I knew Mistress Haile would surely inflict much more severe punishments if I dared move or jerk around! It was obvious from the tone of her voice as she counted out each stroke that Mistress Jennifer enjoyed this as much as Becca too! I could feel the redness spreading has my ass cheeks were getting warmer! My cock was still throbbing trying to grow to it’s full length, but unable to expand past the confines of the small spiked sheath! Finally Mistress Jennifer reported “20″ and brought the paddle down to my ass with an even harder swat! Mistress Haile now joined her friend behind me and soon I would be feeling Haile’s punishment being delivered to my reddening backside!

Then before I could capture my breath, another set of swats rained down on my bottom! Mistress Haile’s swats were as hard and fast as Jennifer’s had been. One after another until I heard her say “30″!

“Now slave, have you learned your lesson or do we need to repeat it again for you?”

I quickly thanked both of my Mistresses for punishing me properly and then I greeted Mistress Jennifer and asked her forgiveness for my earlier oversight in not greeting her! Mistress Haile chastised me for my error and said that I should be more aware this weekend and on my best behavior in front of her guest! Mistress Haile also reminded me that if I did fail her of Jennifer in any way this weekend, that I would be receiving double punishments as both Mistresses would be delivering them!

“Did you enjoy that short little punishment slave boy, I know I did, and so did Miss Jennifer too!” “But this is only the beginning, we have much more in store for you slave boy”!

Mistress Jennifer told Haile that she had enjoyed it very much and wanted to play with me some more. She commented that I had a very “spankable ass” and that she hoped my pain threshold was high as she would love to decorate it with stripes and more color too! Then I could hear Mistress Haile whisper something to Jennifer but I could not make out the whole conversation, only bits and pieces like asshole and strapon.

Mistress Haile then removed my panty gag, and showed it to Jennifer.

“He really is a devoted little oral slave, and you will find out that soon enough, but I think he has a hunger for something else right now!”

Mistress Haile ordered me to go and get the strapon dildos, the black one and the blue ribbed one!

I suddenly realized that these were our two big dildos, the twelve inch ones, and one was ribbed with thick rings along it’s shaft. That one was always more painful as it popped my stretched sphincter with each ring along it’s shaft! My sphincter clenched immediately, knowing that these two strapon’s could only mean one thing! My ass was going to be punished by these two Mistresses while they stuffed all twelve inches of their strapon’s into me! I handed Mistress Haile the two dildos, but she stopped me and said that I should give one of them to Mistress Jennifer too! She asked me to choose one of the dildos and then to beg Mistress Jennifer to really punish my asshole very hard with it for not remembering to be hospitable to her!

I looked down at the toys and remembered just how brutal Mistress Haile was with the blue ribbed one. This was indeed a tough choice, if I handed Mistress Haile the blue on surely she would give me a hard painful fucking, but I know was to beg for a hard painful fucking from Mistress Jennifer! I decided to hand the black one to Mistress Jennifer and asked her to please forgive me and please have her way with my asshole giving me a hard fucking with this strapon!

Mistress Haile then told me that I was to also beg her for the same, as she stated earlier, my punishments would be given by both of my Mistresses this weekend! The stirring deep inside of me told me that I would receive exactly what I was now begging Mistress Haile for, a good hard anal fucking with this thick ribbed blue dildo!

I was ordered into the playroom, face down on the punishment horse as Mistress Haile and Jennifer both began to strap the dildos in place! And then Mistress Haile proceeded to tell Jennifer that I loved sucking cock and eating my cum almost as much as loved being fucked with them! “My slave boy is a cock sucking whore, who loves being fucked up the ass but also loves sucking cock too!” “Isn’t that right slave boy?” “Tell Jennifer how much you enjoy eating your cum and sucking on my cocks!”

I proceeded to tell Mistress Jennifer that Mistress Haile always requires me to eat all of my own cum and that I must first suck on her cocks before she fucks me with them! I asked Mistress Jennifer to please allow me to suck on her cock and kiss and lick it before she fucks me with it!

Mistress Haile secured my wrists and ankles to the four legs of the horse, and placed two pillows under my hips to elevate my ass for what was to come! A platform which I built was placed behind me so my Mistress would be at the proper height and leverage to fuck my hole while standing behind me!

I sucked on Mistress Jennifer’s big black dildo, kissing and licking it properly. Then Mistress Haile’s blue monster was at my lips as she grabbed my head for support!

“Here is how it will go slave boy”. “Since you begged for a hard anal fucking that is exactly what we are going to give you!” “First Jennifer is going to plow you deep and hard and without mercy!” “Then we will switch places, you will suck Mistress Jennifer’s cock with just finished punishing your hole, while I will proceed to give you what you begged for, a hard anal fucking with the blue ribbed toy!”

Mistress Haile holding onto my face thrust her cock between my lips and told me to suck it good, just like I did for Jennifer!

I started kissing and licking the head of the blue toy and then licked around it licking toward the shaft. Then I felt the cold wet tip of Mistress Jennifer’s dildo at my asshole, and felt her hands on my hips. In a steady pushing motion the head squeezed it’s way inside of my rectum as I moaned onto Mistress Haile’s cock! Then, the huge black dildo was thrusted deeper as Mistress Jennifer continued pushing until the entire length of the toy was embedded deep into my rectum! Then she withdrew it slowly until it popped right out. Again, the head was inserted, then a short pause and another deep full thrust until Jennifer’s hips contacted my hot cheeks! This continued, long deep full thrusts starting with just the head at my asshole entrance! With each hard deep thrust I would let out a low deep moan onto Mistress Haile’s cock! Then Mistress Jennifer moved her hands from my hips to my separated spread balls, and she would pull on them as she thrusted hard into me, each time her dildo slammed into me, she would squeeze my balls and a new shrill moan escaped my lips as she plunged hard into me!

Mistress Haile watched and commented on Jennifer’s new technique and told me that she hoped I would be moaning equally appreciative when she drilled me with her blue dildo!

Mistress Jennifer was really getting a rhythm going now, deep hard and faster thrusts as she continued to squeeze my balls with every thrust, only the faster she fucked me the harder she squeezed me before pulling all of the way out again! Mistress Jennifer fucked me for what seemed like an eternity, before finally one final hard deep thrust! Jennifer just stopped, the huge dildo stuffed all the way into my butt as deep as it would go, and her hands just squeezing my poor punished balls! She was breathing hard, and catching her breath. I was moaning and quaking beneath her, unable to stop the dull aching going through my balls! Mistress Haile held my head and tried feeding more of her blue dildo deeper into my mouth! Then, Mistress Jennifer released her grip on my balls and as I gasped and sighed from the release. Mistress Haile’s blue cock gently eased farther into my mouth before it too was pulled free!

I lay panting as Jennifer pulled free from my punished asshole!

All to eager to continue, Mistress Haile switched places with Jennifer and before I could relax The monster blue dildo was poised at my dilated asshole! Mistress Haile instructed me to accept her punishment to my already sore asshole, and to proceed in sucking Mistress Jennifer’s cock now!

With that said, Mistress Haile plowed into me with a savage thrust drilling me to the core with her blue toy!

Mistress Jennifer lifted my head and held her huge cock in her other hand as she pressed the now warmed up toy into my lips!

“Suck me good slave boy!” “I would hate to have to have another reason to punish your pretty little ass now!”

Mistress Haile chimed in and said, “Jennifer, you never need a reason to punish this slave boy’s ass, whenever you feel like it go right ahead, you don’t need a reason!” “Then when we ask slave boy to tell us why he is being punished, he will usually inform us of a misdeed he has committed that we may have overlooked!” “Then his punishment gets doubled for that too!” “Or it gets doubled if he doesn’t have an answer for us too!”

Mistress Jennifer loved the idea, and said that right after Haile’s anal fucking, she would be ready to punish my bottom again!

I sucked and licked on Jennifer’s musky dildo as my butt was being fucked raw by Mistress Haile! Mistress Haile would reach under me and grab my cock and squeeze! This made me scream into Mistress Jennifer’s soiled dildo as the tiny spiked pierced my cock flesh!

After another hour long anal fucking, Mistress Haile pulled the blue toy from my punished rectum, making sure to watch my sphincter grip each ring of her favorite punisher dildo!

I rested briefly, and felt the cool air entering my very dilated asshole!

Mistress Jennifer commented that my gaping hole was very arousing and that she just might have to fuck it some more! Haile showed Jennifer her assortment of dildos, plugs and vibrators, and after a short while they returned with a large cone shaped butt plug!

“Look what Mistress Jennifer found slave boy!” “She wants to see if your asshole is still hungry for more cock!” “So I want you to be very quiet, do not utter a sound, and do not move an inch while Mistress Jennifer fucks your hole with this very wide butt plug!” “All she wants to hear is your wet anus as it kisses and sucks at the huge cone shaped toy!” “This will tell us if you are still hungry for more cock today!”

With that, I tried to remain absolutely still, and felt the cold tip enter my dilated hole! Mistress Jennifer pushed it in slowly while Mistress Haile pulled my cheeks wide apart! Then the butt plug was removed and I heard some giggling, then the toy was back at my hole. Only this time I could feel it had been lubed, and now Mistress Jennifer pushed it into my hole. When she reached the widest part she stopped, and it was stretching me painfully wide back there! Then she just started to pop it back and forth between my stretched anus ring, this caused a nice wet popping sound with the lube she applied!

“Ahh, I hear your hole is begging us for more slave boy!” “We will have to see what we can do then for it!”

With that the huge butt plug was pushed deep inside of me and my Mistresses let go of my butt.

I then saw Mistress Haile return with a riding crop in hand, presenting it to Jennifer to do the honors!

Mistress Haile asked me what had I done to deserve this punishment now?

I begged for forgiveness and said I was sorry, please do not punish me again I pleaded!

“Punish you for what slave boy?” “What did you do?” “What are you sorry for?”

I didn’t know what I had done, maybe nothing, but I wasn’t sure, so I begged for mercy and asked for her forgiveness. Mistress Haile asked Jennifer if there was a misdeed or poor performance that I failed her in.

“Yes, slave boy was very hesitant to suck my cock after I punished his asshole so good with it!” “I had to force feed it to him!” “He should have been grateful to me for punishing his hole so well!”

“Hmmm, I see Jennifer.” “I’m sorry that you had to witness that, I can assure you slave boy is going to pay dearly for this mistake!”

“You will accept twenty-five swats from Mistress Jennifer for failing to suck her cock after she had just finished punishing your hole with it!” “Then, for lying about it when we asked you what you did to deserve this, another twenty-five swats with the crop!” “And, because Mistress Jennifer wanted to punish your ass just for fun another twenty-five for that too!” “Then I will take the crop and repeat the punishments to your flaming backside as well!”

Mistress Jennifer proceeded to really swat away at my plugged bound helpless ass, and I knew that before long my cries would be louder as the cumulative swats of the crop cut into my backside leaving countless red welts! I tried to remain quiet, but every so often a sharp stinging swat would cause me to vocalize my torment as a loud moan! Over and over the cropping continued! I couldn’t even begin to count the number that was being applied to my butt! I was crying steadily now and my moans were following each swat of the crop! I couldn’t see who was yielding the cropping, it could have been either one, they were both making small talk as they continued to punish my ass without mercy!

Then the cropping had stopped as I whimpered and adjusted my breathing back to some normalcy!

“You accepted your cropping very well slave boy!” “I should reward you for that, in fact Jennifer had mentioned something to me just a minute ago that I think would be a nice reward!” “Mistress Jennifer is going to give you five more nice swats with the crop as her reward!” “Only, Jennifer is going to swat you right on your ass crack, and we will remove the plug so that your hole can accept the kiss of the crop!” “I will also be giving you five good swats along your crack when Jennifer is done too!” “Now, I want you to remain perfectly still and quiet for this reward!” “If I hear even one sound from you, your punishment for this will make everything up to now fail in comparison, is that clear slave boy?” “If you cannot accept the terms of this reward, then I want you to beg to be gagged with this butt plug and we will double the amount of swats with the crop!” “What is it going to be slave boy?”

I was really nervous now, I truly wanted to please Mistress Haile and take these ten swats without making a sound, but the truth be known, there was no way I could do that, and I am sure Mistress Haile knew this as well! I thought about it some more when one of them started to squeeze my balls again in an attempt to hear my response!

“I am sorry Mistress I will accept the gag and the additional swats Mistress Haile!”, (I stammered out my response)!

“Hmmmm, What do you think Jennifer, that isn’t quite the terms I set forth were they?”

“No, they aren’t Haile, I believe slave boy was to beg for the gag and the additional swats, which should now be redoubled again, I think!”

“Excellent Jennifer, OK slave boy, last chance, before you get more punishments!” “We are up to forty swats on your open hole and ass crack, do you want more?”

I sobbed out another apology and begged my Mistresses for the butt plug gag and the additional swats of the crop!

Jennifer once again lifted my head and presented the warm butt plug to my mouth. This time I opened wide and she shoved it in an inch at a time. It was too large to go all the way in, so she just kept pulling it out then turning it and putting it back in! Mistress Jennifer was making me lick and suck the whole plug this time!

I soon felt the first violent swat of the crop right on my open hole and it caused me to literally jump in my bindings! Mistress Jennifer even commented when my muffled scream escaped my lips!

“There There slave boy, only 39-more to go!”

Mistress Haile showed no mercy in delivering her twenty to my punished hole! Then they switched again, and Mistress Jennifer proceeded to rain down the short quick swats to my asshole and crack! My mouth was just open as my moans became one endless string! I was unable to suck or lick as I was constantly moaning now with each brutal swat!

Mistress complimented me on accepting her reward, then said that it was actually Jennifer’s reward really, as she was the one who thought it up!

Mistress Haile then handed Jennifer the huge blue dildo and said that we should really use this one instead of both, and she said it was slightly bigger and contained the thick ribs to give slave boy more pleasure!

(More pleasure I thought, that was far from true, the ribs caused me far more torments, and once again I caught that evil little glint in Mistress Haile’s eyes that proved to me that she also was aware of this too)!

Then Mistress Haile pulled a stool to my head, and said that as my ass hole was being punished, my mouth would be put to work on Mistress’s pussy and asshole, as she wanted orgasms from both! And said that when it was time to switch, I should tongue and lick Mistress Jennifer there too, giving her as many orgasms as she wanted! It turned out that Jennifer wanted three orgasms, and Becca got her two! My asshole got the punishment Mistress Haile intended for it as it was mercilessly fucked hard and deep for the next two hours straight!

When I was untied from the horse, Mistress Jennifer said that she doesn’t like to be so one-sided in her punishments, and after I was given a rest period, she wanted to spend some equal time tormenting my cock and balls like that of my asshole!

Mistress Haile agreed, and after my rest, I was positioned back on the punishment horse, but this time face up. My legs and arms strapped and cuffed to the legs of the horse.

Mistress Haile removed my cock sheath and my member sprang to life! Mistress Jennifer massaged it to it’s full size and it felt great to have it out of it’s small cramped and painful confines!

True to their words, my Mistresses took turns punishing my cock and balls, using various torments, they beat, punched, cropped, waxed, and froze my cock and balls, dripping black wax then using ice cubes! Over and over they repeated their abuse in various forms on my helpless genitals!

Mistress Haile then shifted gears saying that it was time to feed me some protein! For the rest of the night, my Mistresses would take turns straddling my face and either had me lick and suck their pussies or their assholes, while they both milked my cock and balls dry! I must have cum four times straight, and after each orgasm, my cum was force fed into my waiting mouth! I was ordered to swallow this and show my Mistress’s my appreciation for their efforts!

Mistress Jennifer then whispered something to Haile again, and Mistress Haile announced that tomorrow, Mistress Jennifer’s slave boy would be joining us tomorrow and that she wanted me to taste my first man! I would be dressed in my sissy panties, and Jennifer’s slave would then use my mouth to deposit all of his pent up cum! Mistress Jennifer wanted her slave to shoot a nice big load of cum into my asshole, so she could fuck me with the huge blue dildo again and have me suck all of the fresh cum from it that she could get out! Mistress Haile was delighted at this idea, and said that maybe that would be how we would introduce me to the taste of another man! Either way, I knew that I would be eating more cum tomorrow and my wicked little Mistresses would keep coming up with more torments for this slave!

Face Slapping Discipline Part 2

Continued from prior post.

One game they played was one goddess(yes, I will call them that now because they deserve the respect) would stand on my left side and one on my right. They would alternate slapping each cheek of the side they were on. The video shows my face looking like I am watching a tennis match. Then the girls would alternate sides so each hand of theirs would get to work on each cheek of mine. Then the other two girls followed suit. Alicia and Lillie were a team and Lauren and Karley were. I was happy about that because if Lauren and Alicia would have been on the same team I would have been crying like a baby, not to take anything away from Lillie and Karley because they slap as hard as anyone but Alicia and Lauren were in a whole different league. The whole time they are laughing at me, taunting me, while each one slaps my face over to the other one who slaps me back. This would go on for a minute, then they would rotate and do another minute. Alicia and Lillie were especially humiliating because they were good friends and enjoyed slapping a grown man together. The whole time Annie was videotaping. When I watch it to this day I still can’t believe it happened.

Another game they played developed from the goddesses unhandcuffing me and putting me back on the bed with my hands cuffed behind my back. Lauren put me in leg scissors again. The girls just hovered over me taunting me about how I bet I never thought this could happen to me while my face was being squeezed. I was facing Lauren, there she is looking at me and taunting me, calling me her bitch, laughing at me, asking me how it feels to be at the submission of her thighs. Lauren then had an idea. She took her legs off my face and leglocked my chest instead, exposing my face. They came up to me and slapped me one by one while Lauren held me there. Alicia was the last one to come up to me. She took me by the head, raised her hand back and slapped me silly. I love watching that one on the video because she used all of her force and might, so sexy. Then Alicia told Lauren to let me go, took my head, put it on the bed and told Lauren to put her boot on my face. Lauren did. There I wa s, my face being crushed by Lauren’s boot and the other girls looking down, taunting me. I felt completely vunerable and humiliated, especially because this was real life for these girls, not a game. They truly were punishing me, which got me off but also humiliated me. Lauren asked if she was a bitch, I said, “NO.” She took her boot off my face, picked me up and slapped me hard saying, “It is no, maam. Do you understand?” I said, “Yes maam.” I said it right away too. There was no way I could take another slap like that, plus Lauren really put the fear in me, it was bordering on scary. She is the roughest of the bunch. Then they made a rule that I had to address them as maam or as a whole as ladies. If I didn’t address one of the goddesses as maam, that one would not only slap me twice but take my uncle’s belt to my behind 3 times. I mostly said it, no need to add any more slaps to their routine but I didn’t say it to Lillie on purpose after she put on her clubbing clothes.

I just wanted to see her cute ass smile as she slapped my face. I always thought of her as shy and innocent and her new look and attitude, and slap turned me on. I accidentally forgot to call Karley maam too. My butt paid for that one. She can really snap the belt.

After Lauren was done with crushing my face Alicia put my head in leg scissors. I was actually facing her backside and saw her tattoo above her bottom, so sexy, while she made me her bitch. She then let go and asked the goddesses to turn me around so I was facing her. She put me back in the leg scissors while she taunted me, looking at me just like Lauren had done. She asked, “How does your cheek feel after that last slap I gave you? Does it sting bitch?” Because I was being squeezed by her powerful legs I could only mumble, “Yes maam.” The goddesses said, “Oh, he learns well.” Alicia let me go and pushed me back towards the front of the bed. I thought I was going back in the cuffs for more slaps but not yet. She put me in a camel clutch. First she had the goddesses uncuff me and cuff my legs together. Alicia wanted me to feel the full effect. She put my arms, which were now free, in an uncompromising position. They are put behind my back over her legs as she sits in back of me. She holds my chin back with both hands. It is truly torture. Your neck and back are stretched. Alicia was explaining to me how she had two older brothers a little younger than me who she used to wrestle with. She knew her stuff. I couldn’t wait for her to let go but then Alicia did something to make it unpleasant for me when she would stop. I begged, “Please stop!” She said, “Oh, you want me to stop, okay.” She told Lillie to go to the front of the bed where I was. Alicia said, “Get ready, I am going to let go and when I do, slap him.” This was true torture, yes, I wanted to be let go but I knew there was a slap coming once I was let go. I could see Lillie putting her hand back out of the corner of my eye, my neck couldn’t move but my eyes could. My neck was literally looking up at the ceiling because Alicia had me angled so good. I saw Lillie with her hand back and face smiling. Lillie said, “I’m ready, let him go on three. One, two three.” My face snapped back into focus and before I knew it Lillie had delivered the quickest slap of the day. I think it hurt the most because I didn’t see it coming and my face went from stretched to slapped in a matter of 2 seconds. Lillie got pure satisfaction from it and Alicia and her did it again 4 more times!! The last two times were different. Instead of Lillie slapping me right away, she grabbed my head as it snapped back, reared back with that cute dimple smile and creamy skin and slapped my face. I think she enjoyed herself more than anyone that day because she had never assaulted another person in any way, shape or form. She found her dominant style that day and now is studying to be a dominatrix. She told me last week she has me to thank and has my number to call me up for a session, free of charge.

The other girls followed suit in the same fashion. Finally, Lauren put me in a camel clutch and let go for Alicia to slap me. They each did it 4 times.

Throughout the day there were obviously other things done to me, nipple twists and pinches, a few whips of the belt, pinching but since this is on the subject of slapping I will keep it there.

There is one more routine that day where I was assaulted with slaps to my face in the sexiest way possible. Before the goddesses left for the clubs that night they got dressed in the sexiest outfits, short skirts and boots. Karley had on red leather boots, everyone else had on black ones. I could see different tattoos on the girls. They were definitely hip with a slight tinge of goth. Karley made me kiss her boots and lick them while the girls were planning something in the other room. They came in and said this would be the last hurrah for them. Lauren said, “Get ready for a final onslaught of slapping. Are you ready bitch?” I said, “Yes maam.” I was handcuffed to the bed again in my original position, facing out at the end of the bed, pillows propping me up. The goddesses brought in a small stereo and put in a cd. They played a song by the Chemical Brothers called “Chemical Beats.” It is a hard hitting dance track and they all shaked their things to it. There was one ongoing theme to the whole track. There is an ongoing note in the song where a guy’s voice says, “UHHH.” It goes over and over, 52 times actually throughout the song, “UHHH,” UHHH,”UHHH.”

Everytime that note hit I got a slap across the face, that’s 52 slaps in 5 minutes. Look the song up sometime, listen to it and imagine. It’s almost like the “UHHH” sound was my reaction after getting slapped. It was the most fun the girls had all day, they were literally cracking up. One goddess would slap me to the “UHHH” while the others laughed hysterically. Then another would step up, then another, etc. The song was played twice and I will tell you why below.

Each girl needed to send me off with a bang. In the song, there is a break in two parts where the drums and bass drop out, there is a slow buildup to a crescendo and then the beat drops back in hard with multiple “UHHHS” in a row. This happens twice as I mentioned. Each goddess got her own little skit within this section. Since it only happens twice in the song, it needed to be played twice so all 4 goddesses could participate.

Each goddess did this to me on an individual basis: When the drums dropped out she would start far away from me. There was plenty of room in front of me from the wall facing me, probably about 10 feet. The goddess would start at the wall, moving slowly dancing like she was in a trance at a club. As the beat built up she would get closer (they all did their own routine, hip shaking, butt shaking but the theme was universal). She would then look me in the eye, smile (except for Lauren, she just scowled), wind her arm and wrist back, rolling her wrist to the buildup, waiting for the bass to kick back in. The whole time I know what is coming, I know there is nothing I can do about it, I know the pure satisfaction each goddess feels as she sees the terror in my eyes. The winding back of the hand, the smile on their face, the terror on mine, a storm is coming!!!

The 10 foot walk/dance/windup allowed them to build up a lot of aggression. Once the bass dropped and the “UHHHS” began I got an onslaught of vicious slaps across the face. I remember just wishing the “UHHHS” would stop but they didn’t. I have never felt pain like that. When it was over I had tears streaming down my face. I wasn’t crying, it’s just that the ongoing slaps made my eyes well up. I remember even thinking if I was with a dominatrix I would scream out the safe word, but there was no safe word, these girls were for real. I wasn’t even embarrassed anymore, just scared. I didn’t know if they would do damage but fortunately they slapped the right way, pure stinging, no bone structure damage. Right in the middle of the cheek.

They finally left and took the videotape with them. They even took a few pictures with them, probably to get developed and then take to the club to show everyone. The pictures aren’t even of face slaps, since there is so much of that on the video. They are of Lauren and Alicia putting me in headlocks, leg scissors, Lauren’s boot on my face, me kissing Karley’s boot. Also, Lauren and Alicia putting me in full nelsons.

Before they left, each one of them grabbed me by my head, told me to look at them and remember this………. SLAPPPPP right across the face one more time for the road. Then after the slap that goddess would whip me twice on the bottom with the belt. After that they all left laughing on the way out, taunting me, telling me not to be a stranger if I see them in the streets.

Then my cousin Annie stayed behind while they started the car to go out, she said that she is going to stay out with them and sleep over at one of their places, to not tell my aunt and uncle or she will show the videotape to everyone and put the word out to even my friends about what happened. She had me, they all did. She also obviously said the same thing would happen if I told her parents or any of the girl’s parents about this. I told her I wouldn’t anyways, it’s too humiliating.

She had the two handcuff keys in her hands. She explained she would unhook one cuff for me and place the other key where I could just barely reach it. She wanted to have enough time to get out before I unhook myself. That is why the other girls had the car running so she could jump in. Before she unhooked me she said, “Now you know I can’t leave with everything I’ve seen without just one shot.” I said, “Yes maam.”

She was nice and said I didn’t have to call her maam. She said, “Do you want the belt or cheek burn?” As much as I had just suffered with the Chemical Beats on the face, my butt still burned a lot. I figured my face will burn for the next full day but my butt could recover somewhat in the next few hours, AND I wanted to be able to sit down once I was out of this submissive stance I had been in for 6 hours.

I said, “the face.” “Could you please be gentle?” She said, “Honey, that is one thing I can’t promise.” She took my head in her left hand, placed her right palm on my left cheek to get a good spot. She sized up her leverage, pulled back her hand and made the last slap of the day count for me. She then unhooked me, threw the other key down and gave me a great big smile on the way out.

Originally posted 2009-02-23 15:44:40.

Husband Shamed & Degraded

Wife Humiliates Her Husband With Help of a Girlfriend

Me and Buffy, my wife, were home and my sister-in-law Kruella was over to spend the evening. We were watching television, flicking through the channels, when we hit a fighting show, some kind of martial art. Kruella asked me if we could watch it and I obliged her and left the station on. She was really getting into it, acknowleging certain blows and strikes. I said “tough girl, how long have you been taking judjitsu”. She replied “long enough to kick your ass”. Kruella was 28 years old and about 5’5″ 115 lbs. “come on Kruella, do you really think you could kick my ass, your a skinny girl”.

Kruella looked me right in the eye

“Yes, I know I could not only kick your ass, I could make you kiss my ass three times in less than 10 minutes”.

I laughed

“You will make me kiss yor ass, yea right”.

She stood up and lifted her shirt exposing her shapely spandex covered ass, and pointed to her ass.

“I can make you kiss me right here, three times, and I’ll bet on it. she yanked the spandex up her crack and said “I don’t mean I can make you kiss my cheeks, I can make you kiss my spandex covered asshole.”

My wife Buffy joined in

“Go for it tough guy, I’d love to see you smooch her ass you faggot, got any balls.”
I looked at her and asked her,

“How much you want to bet”? Buffy looked at me

“I don’t want money, If I make you kiss my ass three times in less than ten minutes, you have to be your wifes slave and my slave till 2:00am. You have to serve both of us in any way we ask, anything goes, you must grovel at are feet, ass etc. anything, even be our toilet.”

I looked at her in shock

“be your toilet, what do you mean?”

She giggled “Exactly what I said, Be our toilet, drink our piss, eat our shit. Did you ever eat your wifes shit?”

I looked up at her in amazement

“Can’t say that I did, and what are you going to put up?” Buffy opened her purse and whipped out her wallet and took out money. Ten, hundred dollar bills.

“Thats one thousand dollars, faggot, still afraid of a 115 lb. girl?”
This was getting hard to resist, all I had to do was avoid her for 10 minutes and the grand was mine.

She looked at me

“I’m serios about the money and what you have to do, if you agree and loose, I hope you realize what you will have to do.” I stood up “Ten minutes, thats all right”. She smiled “Yes three asshole kisses in ten minutes or less and we win, other than that you win.” I was confident when I saw the money “Lets do it, Iwin its one thousand, you win, I am your slave and Buffy’s slave up to the point of being your toilet till 2:00am.”

We entered the living room, to start the match. I looked at the clock it was 8:15. I told her at 8:16 we start and at 8:26 give me my money. The clock creeped close to 8:16, she looked so confident it scared me, My heart raced. 8:16 she attacked me like an animal, It seemed like she had her strategy plotted out. Before I knew it I was on my back with my legs over my head. She was facing my feet with her knees straddeling my head and all her weight over my arms. She actually started to laugh, “Its all over, save youself punishment and smooch my ass”. Her ass was right on top of my face, and I was helpless, but I refused to smooch her crack. She leaned back and put her crack on my nose. Buffy stood up and shouted “Kiss her ass you faggot, smooch her butthole, then your slavery begins at both of our assholes.”

Kruella now laughing out loud

“Kiss it three times or I’ll punch your balls.”

The position she was in made it impossible to block a punch. My wife stood up and said,
“Punch him Kruella, I want to see him on his knees for us”.

Kruella grabbed my balls and squeezed, I was in an awfull predicament. Kruella leaned back and farted in my face. “Thats just an appetizer, I’ll give you one more chance to kiss three times”. I still refused. My wife said, “Punch his balls in, make him smooch, I have to pee”. Kruella whaled on my balls three times, the pain was unreal, I had no choice. She lifted her crack one inch above my face ” Raise your head and kiss my ass hole three times or else” The pain was to intense, I pressed my lips between her crack and kissed once. She hit me again “Two more times slave”. My wife was excited “Kiss it, kiss it now and become our slave.” Kruella grabed my balls one more time and I conceded. I pressed my lips between her crack and gently kissed her spandex covered hole two more times. I lost, I would have to serve both of them. Both of them acted as if they won the lottery, I was completely humiliated. Kruella sat back one more time on my face and farted on my nose. “I definately think I have to go to the bathroom soon”. The slavery was about to begin, I could not believe I lost. > >

After the two stopped celebrating, they both stood there and looked at me, Kruella said, “Look Buffy, look at him, twenty minutes ago he was your husband and a man, Now he is our fucking slave, our servant, our groveling pig and especially our toilet.” My wife joined in “I always wondered what it would be like to use a mans mouth, as my toilet, and today I will find out. I feel a bowel movement sometime soon”. Kruella looked at me “how did it feel on your back when I sat on your face and farted and you couldn’t do a dam thing about it, but sniff it and kiss my ass”. I told her

“I can’t believe you beat me and made me kiss your ass, I am in shock, I also can’t believe what I have to do”. Kruella said

” you lost the bet and now its time to pay up, get on your knees”.

I kneeled down before the both of them. My wife removed the loose pair of warmup pants, she had on and she was wearing spandex also. Kruella lokked at Buffy

“Aren’t those the same tights you had on in the gym this afternoon”.
Buffy replied,”

Yes, same ones, Why”

Kruella said

“I thought you would change after that crazy workout and the fact that it was 90 degrees today, but it turned out good because our slave might like the taste of sweat on our bodies”. Just then Buffy yelled “Slave come here and press your face between my cheeks.” I went over to her on my knees and inserted my nose in her behind, seconds later she farted in my face.
“Sniff that fart, slave, accept my gift”.

I inhaled deeply, and this was a first, I never before had intentionally smelled my wifes farts. Both laughed in my face as
I inhaled. Kruella sat on the couch and said “Its time for our slave to pay hommege to our tired sweaty feet.” Buffy joined in

“I agree ,time to grovel slave”.

They both got comfortable on the couch and told me to kneel before them. I got down on my knees in front of them. Kruella said “Kiss your wifes sneakers, bow your head and kiss her gym shoes”. I lowered my head to the floor and smooched her sneakers again and again. My wife now said, “Do the same to my sisters shoes”. Kruella was wearing a plain flat leather shoe with bare feet. I bowed down and kissed her shoes. Kruella looked down at me

“This is the way you should always greet me, on your knees and at my feet, Slave go get us two beers, then get back to my feet”.

I ran to the kitchen and got two beers, came back and handed the beer to them, and got back on my knees. “Good boy”, Kruella said, “Now pick up my leg and clean the bottom of my shoe”. I lifed her leg and dragged my tongue on the shoe she walked in the streets with. She sipped on her beer and smiled in my pathetic face “Did I step in anything today? no, you better check the other foot”. I changed feet and began licking the other sole.

“Your so obedient, now go and clean the bottom of you wifes sneaker”.

I repeated the entire process.

“Let a little girl beat you up” Buffy said, “Your a weak faggot, a little sissy, she yelled as she stood up in fron of me.

“Kiss my ass faggot, kiss your wifes ass”. I gently kissed my wifes ass all over, both cheeks, her crack etc. Kruella was giggling at the sight of this. Now my wife sat down again and barked “Take off my sneakers, you need to find out how hard I worked out”. I untied the laces and removed her right sneaker. “Sniff my toes through the sock”. Her right leg was crossed over and elevated, I pressed my nose to the very moist white sox and sniffed. Both broke out laughing as I sniffed at the base of her toes. Her toes had a sour cheesy smell to them. “Take of the sock and really get into it”. I peeled the sock off and once again began sniffing her toes. “I love the look of you on your knees sniffing my sweaty toes, like that aroma,

Ask me if you can taste my toes, beg to lick my feet”. I looked up at her “Please Buffy, may I lick your pretty toes”. They laughed and Kruella said “Make him do it better, Make him put his hands together like he’s praying and beg you to lick”. “You heard her slave beg to lick my toes”. I put my hands together and asked her over and over if I may lick her toes, and inbetween each request I kissed the top of her foot. “You may clean my toes with you tongue.” I lowered my head and licked her sweaty toes. “Make sure you get that sock lint out and all the toecheese.” I slipped my humiliated tongue in between my wifes dirty feet as the two laughed and ragged on me. “Now my other foot”. The whole process one more time. Now it was my sister-in-laws turn. Kruella stood up and told me to get on my back. She made me untie her leather shoe and take it off and then stepped on my face with her bare foot. Her feet had a stronger smell than my wives and she held it there and made me sniff out loud. Out of nowhere she squatted down and let another fart rip on my nose “I want to hear you sniff, sniff my sweaty ass”. Her ass did have a funky smell and the fart was potent also. She ground her crack back and forth on my nose and said “Now I know where to come if my ass itches”. she finally stood up and told me to stick my tongue out. Then she ran her foot across my tongue from heel to toe, as if I were a door mat. She made me remove her other shoe and smell the base of her toes.

“Open your mouth and suck my big toe”.

I opened and she stuck it in, and I sucked.

“Keep your mouth open wide” as she squatted down on my face and positioned her asshole over my mouth. A moment passed , then her fart passed right in my mouth. It was muffeled and the two of them started laughing like crazy. My wife stood up
“First she beats you up, now you eat her fartgas, what a pathetic speciman of a man.

” Kruella looks at me”Get up, go over to your wife and lick her armpits. Buffy puts her hands behind her head, exposing her pits and says “Yes slaveboy, tongue my pits clean, it was hot today.” I lower my head and lick my wifes pits. “Bet it tastes good, I’m next, Kruella said. I walk over to Kruella, she lifts her arms and pushes my head to her armpit for cleaning.

“That beer went right through me”, Buffy says “I have to take a leak toilet boy, get on your back”. My wife looks right at me and points to my mouth “I’m going to piss right in your mouth and you have to drink it, on your back”. Buffy removed her spandex and squatted over my face. Kruella got in close for a good look at the human toilet. Buffy sent a hot stream of piss im my mouth, I gulped her salty gift as fast as I could. It was very strong and acidic, sort of burned mu throat a little.

When she was done she looked down at me “How did it taste toilet, wait till you have to eat, that will realy be the show.”

Kruella went to the kitchen and got a glass. She pulled her spandex halfway down and held the large glass under cunt. She giggled in my face , right before she started to urinate, then she filled the glass, and put it on the table. She grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face to the glass.”Smell my golden wine, I made for you.” My nose was an inch from the piss and I inhaled the urine stench to satisfy her. “Dip your tongue in the piss and taste it, who’s piss tastes better.” I dipped my tongue in the liquid waste and sampled its flavor, it was much less acidic than my wifes piss. Kruella went in the kitchen and got a straw. “Drink it with this straw, you can taste it better and you can’t gulp it. I drank Kruellas piss.

When I finished,Kruella got me down on my knees, at her ass. She pulled her spandex half way down and pulled her cheeks apart “I hope you don’t get offended Buffy, that your faggot husband is about to eat my ass, because this is where this faggot belongs, on his knees licking my asshole.” To my suprise, my wife says “I don’t care what you do, I was just going to suggest that he give us both head, he is good at that.” A smile came to Kruellas face “Thats the best idea all day, your little faggot hubby eating me out till I come. She removed her spandex and sat on a tall barstool we had. Her feet were on the stool seat also, which exposed everything, her asshole and cunt. “On your knees boy, kneel at my vagina”. I Went down in front of her bush, My wife came over and said “Eat my sister out, start on her clit and do it good”. Kruella interupted “I’d rather him start on my asshole, There is somthing about a man on his knees licking my ass that sets me off.” No problem Kruella, Slave, eat my sisters asshole, rim that thing”. I moved in close to the chair and touched the tip of my tongue to her puckered ass. She obviously liked it and I began licking harder and faster. Eventually I sucked her cunt, starting on top with the clit, then separating her lips with my tongue sucking on each lip. It took about ten minutes and she came like a wild woman in my face. While she recovered I was ordered to eat my wife and as usuall she came also. While the two relaxed they ordered me to make them coffee. My wife told me very bluntly, “Coffee makes me shit, and I can’t wait to use your moth as my bowl.”

Both sat bottomless in the living room sipping their coffee. Kruella called me over to massage her asshole with my tongue.

After about twenty minutes my wife smiled “I think its time toilet boy, I feel a log on the move” A minute later “OH its time, get on your back.” My wife stood over me and laughed. My heart started to race in anticipation. “This is ultimate humiliation, The ultimate worship of one to another is willingly devouring the others shit, Oh it feels like a load. Buffy squatted over my mouth and mouned as the feces got closer to her anus. My wifes anus started to dilate “Here it comes toilet boy”. Kruella moved in for a closer look of the act. As her anus dilated I could see the head of the log, slowly emerge. ” Hubby its time to eat my shit, open that mouth”. She squatted down lower, directly over my toilet mouth. The log was about an inch in diameter as it slid from her bung hole. It started to dangle and shake and I guess she sensed it was going to break and squatted to a point where she could direct it in my mouth. Once the head of the log was in she lowered her ass to me breaking off the log in my mouth. She turned to watch me eat it. It was on the hard side so I had to chew it. Both of them looked at me in amazement as I chewed and ate it. MY wife turned her ass to me again and sat down I my mouth, centering her anus. “Suck the next one out as I push it in”. I created a suction against her anus with my lips and sucked out another three inch turd and ate it. She squatted once again and pulled her cheeks apart

“Now lick it clean you faggot shiteater”. I stuck my tongue up her ass and licked away any residual shit that was left.

Kruella began hinting that she had to go but was going to do somthing different. Kruella went in the kitchen and got a plate and put the plate on my chest. Now Kruella straddled my body, squatting over the plate and began to concentrate. Her cheeks spread and her ass began to open. She emptied her colon on the plate, depositing three, three inch logs. She squatted over my face “Rim my hole clean servant”. I lapped her entire crack and her asshole, cleaning it well. “Now its time to eat, get on your knees”. She removed the plate and put it on the coffee table.

“Here’s the fork Kruella, feed it to our slave.” Both were starring at me as Kruella pearced the turd with the fork and held it to my nose. “Smell my shit, sniff the log slave.” I sniffed at the repulsive bodily waste. “Open your mouth”. I opened my mouth and both watched carfully. Kruella stuck the turd in my mouth. “Chew it you pathetic shiteater, eat my stinking log.” Kruellas shit was much softer and easier to swallow. Then she stuck in piece Number two and I ate it. Now My wife came up with her own idea and told Kruella and both agreed. My wife went upstais and came down in a pair of pumps. Buffy stepped her heel on the log, it broke in half, but the one half stayed on the heel. She lifted it up to my mouth as Kruella said, “Eat my shit off you wifes heel”. I opened up and she stuck it in and I sucked the shit off the heel. Both were in tears they were laughing so hard. My wife now stepped the sole of the pump in the shit smearing it all over the bottom. She slowly lifted the pump to my mouth and said “Clean my sisters shit of the bottom of my pump, with your tongue. Ask Kruella if you can lick her shit.” “Kruella may I clean your shit off the bottom of my wifes shoe.” Kruella stood up and said “Sure after you kiss my asshole”. I pushed Kruellas cheeks apart and planted a big wet gentil kiss on her sphincter. My wife still held the shoe up and I went over to it and licked the squashed feces off the pump. The two rehashed what they just made me do for about a half hour and both fell assleep. My servatude was over but my memory of this humiliation will never go away.

Originally posted 2011-07-25 08:53:20.

Testicle Suspension Bondage: A Terrifying Demonstration

Male Slave Proves His Love Of & Trust In His Mistress

Slave Peter knelt at the feet of his Mistress, head lowered. Around him, the party went on. It was late in the night, but no one had left the basement dungeon. Mistress’ small circle of close friends were all present, and many more, mostly acquaintances of the Dungeon Master and host Lord Richard. The evening’s theme, suspension, was clearly a great success. Several stunning demonstrations had completed thus far… his was to be the last demonstration of the night.

He watched the fine lines of Mistress’ ankles, disappearing from his view as she walk away to speak with a friend. He longed for her… more than he would have thought possible before his birth into Her service… would gladly do anything for Her. Tonight, She said, would be his crowning gift to Her, the culmination of years of Her patient efforts to teach him.

The cool breeze of the basement stirred through the slit crotch of his pantaloons, and across his bare chest. It was not unpleasant, he thought. His balls were closer to free than they had been in a long time, cradled by only a small stretcher to keep them loose. He wished the greater security of more usual restraint, but Mistress wished it so. She had honored him earlier by allowing him to follow her through those gathered with a twenty-pound weight hanging through the cut in his pants. Strong applause coursed through the room for the demonstration just finishing, as a sweat-covered young slave was released to the ground and into her Master’s arms. He glanced up briefly to find Mistress, and saw her clapping and commenting to a man they both knew. He lowered his head, knowing that She would come for him soon.

‘Are you ready, sweet slave?’ Her throaty voice filled him with love.

‘Yes, Mistress.’

‘Come, then.’

She took the handle of the light leash from his shoulder, and led him toward the left side of the small stage. He rose smoothly and followed.

At the edge of the stage, She placed the leash back on his shoulder, and he obediently sank to his knees.

‘You may watch me, Slave’

‘Thank you, Mistress.’

He watched Her and only Her as she stepped onto the dimly-lit stage and approach the frame. He could tell from his position that it was almost comically massive. Lord Richard’s suspension frame, built expressly for this party, stood over nine feet high and almost as wide. It was constructed entirely of railroad ties and steel. The massive cross-bar rested atop equally impressive uprights, secured by quarter-inch plate-steel triangles on both sides. More steel held the long base pieces in place. Five study eyebolts were evenly spaced across the top and three graced each side. The frame looked able to suspend an elephant.

Mistress motioned to the far side of the stage, and Peter saw Don and William moved quickly to comply, approaching Mistress and kneeling before Her. The two were Mistress’ slaves-in-training, kept but not owned as was Peter. Unlike him, they were both large, well-muscled slaves. Not to Her preference, She said.

His heart sailed as Mistress approached him, and he lowered his eyes. She squatted in front of him and gently raised his chin until he was staring into her beautiful, dark eyes.

‘Are you ready for this, my sweet slave?’

Her husky whisper sent chills through him. ‘Anything for you, Mistress. Anything.’

A smile played over her lips, and She pulled him close and kissed him gently. ‘I love you, slave,’ she whispered.

‘I love you, Mistress, more than life itself.’

She pulled back, and Her face turned serious. She tightened Her grip on his chin, until he opened his eyes. ‘Slave… you are to tell me the moment anything goes wrong.’

‘I trust in you Mistress. Nothing will go wrong.’

In a fierce whisper She said, ‘I mean it Peter. I know you want to do this for me, but you tell me the instant something isn’t right.’

Scared by her intensity, he replied simply, ‘Yes Mistress.’

Finally, after holding his eyes with Hers for an eternity, she stood and nodded to her right. The stage lights went up, bright after the dimness, and Lord Richard strode into the glow.

‘Friends, thank you all for joining us tonight. I hope you have enjoyed this evening as much as I have.’ Several guests yelled comments of appreciation. ‘I think you’ll agree that the theme was an excellent one, and I can’t take credit for it. Our next demonstrator suggested it to me several months ago. She also requested the last demonstration of the night, promising something we would never forget, and who was I to refuse?

You have all been wonderfully respectful this evening, but I just want to remind you to remain silent during the demonstration… this one in particular. With that, I give the stage to Mistress Caroline.’ Mistress took Her slave’s leash in the hand that had gently stroked Peter’s hair while Richard spoke, and led him onto the stage. He followed as She turned a full circle, displaying him to the audience, and knelt before her facing the frame. She unclipped his leash, depositing it to his left. As she bent near him, she whispered, ‘You may look where you wish, my love.’

Turning to Don and William, who still knelt on the stage, She spoke in a voice of command. ‘Check the apparatus, slaves.’

The two rose to their feet and moved under the cross-bar. Both leapt up to grab it, and began swinging strenuously as they had been taught. It was rather comical to those gathered, as the frame clearly wouldn’t budge an inch. The ritual was intended not only to ensure Mistress and slave that the suspension structure was totally secure, but also to help Peter gain focus for the task ahead.

At Mistress’ beckoning, they hopped down and returned to her feet. ‘My bag, slave,’ she said, indicating William. He quickly retrieved a leather duffel from the side of the stage.

‘My toys, for you.’ She whispered this to Peter as she bent near him to unzip the bag. The familiar phrase sent him farther into the depths of Her.

Mistress removed a short length of heavy tow chain from the bag. ‘Hang it.’ William sprung up to take the chain, as Don assumed a crouched position beneath the center suspension point. William stepped on his back to reach up and attach the chain, using a carabiner already hanging from the bolt. Each then knelt, one by each foot of the frame.

Mistress brought Peter to his feet by the chin, and bent to remove his pantaloons. He was naked beneath, except for the ball stretcher, which She removed. She ran her nails lightly up his wiry frame, bringing a moan from his lips.

‘Are you ready, slave?’

‘Yes, Mistress,’ he replied, managing no more than a breathy whisper.

She removed his special parachute from the bag, and bent to place it around his balls. The chute was constructed of heavy leather, reinforced with a steel frame, and padded within. It secured with two heavy buckles.

The attachment point was also heavy leather, backed with spring-steel bands. Many in the audience looked closely at the chute… familiar but quite different from any they had seen.

That done, She bade him kneel again. As She removed restraints from the bag, Mistress cooed to him in quiet, smooth tones. She cuffed his hands behind his back, secured his ankles with a short spreader bar, and ran a tiny length of chain between the two. From the side, Peter formed the shape of a triangle, roughly equilateral. He was helpless.

Mistress again motioned to Her other slaves as She retrieved a carabiner of her own from the bag. They approached Peter, one on each side, and lifted him high into the air. Gently, they turned him upside down, and backed under the cross-beam.

Mistress’ beautiful torso, clad in tight leather, approached him. She spoke softly to him as She attached the parachute to the last link in the chain. He knew no reply was necessary.

She stepped back. Peter was aware of nothing but Her. Her beauty… and his total devotion to Her.

Staring into his eyes, she nodded. Almost imperceptibly, Don and William began to lower him. Slowly his balls were pulled away from him, bearing more and more of his weight. He felt the familiar pull in his stomach, the squeezing pressure on his balls, the stretching of his scrotum.

Mistress began to pace slowly across the stage in front of him. Their eyes remained locked. Her movement forced him to concentrate on Her, keep his eyes on his Mistress. His face remained blank as, more than a minute after starting, his descent was complete. Don and William stepped back to the uprights and remained standing, their attention also locked on

Mistress. They were ready to spring forward at her slightest command.

The dungeon was deathly quiet. The crowd stood in awe of the spectacle they were witnessing. For minutes that seemed like hours, Peter hung by his testicles, three feet off the ground. Mistress Caroline paced. Three sets of eyes followed Her.

After three of four minutes, Mistress approached, bending down as She came to keep Peter’s eyes locked. Finally, She was squatting before him, Her gothic face mere inches from his. ‘Sweet slave,’ she whispered. She reached out her right hand, running it along his scalp. Slowly, carefully, She began to swing him in ever-increasing circles. When he was moving perhaps a foot in each direction, She let go and backed away. All the while, their eyes held each other, and his face remained impassive.

Peter’s arc decreased. As his movement slowed, some of those toward the sides of the stage noticed tears in his Mistress’ eyes. Peter, too, noticed, and his heart pounded with joy at the sight.

Once his swing had stopped, Peter’s Mistress again approached him.

Unbidden, Don and William stepped forward and began to slowly take Peter’s weight from his balls. Mistress kissed Peter deeply as he rose, and he passively accepted Her gift. After releasing his bounds, Mistress held Peter close to Her as he trembled in Her arms.

The audience erupted into wild applause, I among them. The sound was thunderous after the long silence. The remainder of the evening was spent in discussion, and many compliments were paid to Caroline and her slave.

No one present that evening will ever forget the last demonstration of the night.

Originally posted 2013-06-08 11:53:58.

Forced Cocksucking

Sissyboy Humiliation

Maybe I’d take you out on the town, dressed normally for the most part–maybe a bra and panties underneath–and we’d walk around and stuff. And your ‘job’ would be to check out any and all of the men passing by..and tell me which ones you found the most attractive…which ones you thought had the biggest cocks.

Maybe I’d even set it up that a certain male friend of mine would be around in passing–one you didn’t know–and after you trying to be really subtle and whispering and stuff, me pointing directly at him and saying in a normal tones voice “What about him? think he’s cute too?”

Of course my friend would hear…but pretend not to know me…but look up and say something like “Excuse me, were you talking to me?” and I’d nudge for you to answer.”

( At this point I just groaned and said ‘I..I wouldn’t be able to answer…or, would just stumble out something like a ‘no’ in answer to avoid the embarrasment..’)

Mistress just grinned slowly, an amused and preditory look crossing Her face.

I’d nudge you again and whisper “If you dont answer him, I will…and you arent going to like it.”And I’d grin milldly (cuz I’d know it was a set up, but you wouldnt) and I’d say something like “oh sorry, didnt mean to intrude, my boyfriend is shy, but he’s um…open minded…and I was trying to get an idea of what kind of guys he finds are cute.”

And since my friend had been forewarned, he wouldnt be shocked–even if he acted a lil that way–and he’d say something like “oh really? well, DO you find me attractive?” looking at you.

(I just winced, my cheeks blushing red, caught up in Her scenario…knowing that She was *more* than capable of actually doing this. I answered Her, my voice soft and nervous, “I…I would probably answer ‘no, sorry’ to get out of it if I knew I could…’yes’ if I knew I had no choice in the matter and it was what you wanted…”)

Mistress just smiled, serene and all-too-knowing of Her power over me.

Well even if you said no, I’d poke you and lie, and say something like “Yeah RIGHT…you said you thought he was cute from when we were way over there!” Because I would KNOW chances were slim you’d be silly enough to call me a liar…

Then of course the guy would kinda ‘get offended’ at whichever way you answered…lose/lose situation.

He’d be pissed you were checking him out, as another guy–or else he’d be offended you didnt find him cute. And I’d ‘calm’ him down a lil, saying something like “Well, I know -I- find you kinda cute…so be flattered..”

And then maybe he’d check YOU out…and me too, but you’d feel his eyes on you. And just to shock you I’d say “He’s never really been with a guy before…but he’s really good with his, REALLY good!”

And of course my friend would look interested in that and say “Oh yeah? well maybe I should try it out sometime.”

I’d have a good grip on your wrist–so you’d know you werent going anywhere. Maybe I’d even see you looking around to try and hide, and delibrately misinterpret it. “Yeah, good idea..look for a more secluded spot.. Afterall, you wouldnt want to get arrested for giving some guy head right in broad daylight.” I’d look back at my friend and say “Well, maybe if we find a quiet spot you can try it out right now…what do you say?”

I bet at that point you’d do it even in broad daylight if I commanded it..scared to death or not. But since I care about you…and well me, getting caught, I’d wait for my friend to reply. He’d say “Well, there are some bushes and trees over there–lets go check them out.” And we’d all walk across the park together…well, I’d prolly be dragging you some.

So we’d walk over, and my friend would step kinda into the bushes, looking around to make sure its quiet, and say to both of us, but prolly mostly to me. “So, you sure you wanna do this? I’ve never had a guy suck me off before..but I’ve been curious to what it would be like.”

(I was practically trembling before Her by now, hung on every word, unable to do anything but surrender to the daydream, caught up in Her tale and knowing that it might actually happen. “I’d know I’d look at you for direction, and pleading to you with my eyes for a way out of this…”)

You’d get no help from me. I’d respond something casually like ‘oh no, Jim and I have talked about this for a while…he’s really curious too, arent you Jim? but I want to watch…so I hope thats okay.”

I’d smile and push you forward a bit, towards him.”Make sure you two get far enough back not to be spotted, I’ll keep an eye out for people.”

You’d obey my lead…and his…after all, what choice do you have?

Just imagine him quickly undoing his jeans and unzipping them, and pulling out his cock, half-hard already. I’d prolly say something like “Ooh, you are bigger than Jimmy!” even if he wasnt–just to let him know I liked what I saw.

Feeling put in your place yet, slut? Good girl…

And that would be about when you’d drop to your knees like a good front of him..and you’d have to look at it…touch it..

And if you kept hesitating I’d say something like “C’mon Jim, show him how good you are with your know you want to.”, and to my friend “He likes it when you hold his head with a grip in his hair by the way.”

(I groaned softly, laying my head at Her feet in utter submission, whispering “I’d..obey.”)

Yes, you’d open your mouth wide like an eager slut, and slide that cock right in, tasting it for the first time, and put that tongue of yours to work as you began sucking. My friend would get right to work with the intention of getting an intense orgasm as soon as possible, as he’d be a lil nervous of being outside too..and he’d hold your head somewhat, and arch his hips back and forth. But he’d be aware enough to make the occassional comment like “Oh yeah, he knows how to use his tongue alright..”

“Mmm, god, it feels good..thats it, slide it right down your throat..”

And after you sucked him off in the bushes..I’d tell him how much that had turned me on…and could I have his phone number so that maybe I could invite him over another time!

Mistress grinned evilly.

I’d tease you after about what a slut you were..sucking some guy off before you even knew his name…

And then I’d drag you back home so you could get between my legs like a good pet, and give me 2 or 3 orgasms….cuz I’d be dripping.

Mistress laughed softly.

Your pleasure, of course…well, thats *another* story..

Care for a walk in the park then?

I just groaned and knew that I’d never quite feel safe on our Sunday walks *ever* again.

Originally posted 2010-07-19 14:17:31.

Married to a Brutal Female Sadist

Cruel Mistress Wife

Brutal Mistress Wife

We just received “vampire gloves” and she first rubbed my genitals bloody before taking me over her knee and spanking me bloody. That was followed by what she said was 700 strokes with a bamboo cane. It broke or there would have been more. It was by far the worst/best torture of my life. This morning, I am thinking about how dreary life was before I met her 17-years-ago and how frustrating it was before I left my vanilla girlfriend 11-years-ago to be with my now sadist wife. Like most, I knew of my “orientation” at the time of puberty, but since my interests are generally considered taboo, life has mainly featured vanilla girlfriends with a few sporadic thrills via sadistic women I have met over the years. Unfortunately, for someone who is only comfortable in a monogamous relationship, these encounters were with promiscuous women and always came to a relatively quick end as a result. I just could not adjust to these on and off affairs. But as miserable as that made me, there was no refuge with vanilla women. At first, I thought I would have to adjust to vanilla to avoid infidelity, but after a while I learned it was just as bad as the promiscuity. For the first time in my life, I cheated with my now wife while still with my vanilla girlfriend. At that time, we were not practicing the sort of domestic violence we do now so there were no lingering marks on my ass. As the years rolled by I began to realize I might not ever be in a truly satisfying relationship; one that would be defined by fidelity AND cruelty. As hard as it was, and after 6 long years of agonizing over this decision, I finally ended the vanilla relationship and entered into a full-time relationship with my sadistic friend. A year later we married. Since then, the pain she inflicted has increased to where we are now; a place I never thought possible. Hell, I never even fantasized about being beaten bloody and neither did my wife when we first got together; it slowly developed over the years. But now, it seems so natural; the way it should be. After all these years, I am finally in, what is for me, the perfect relationship: married to a brutal sadist defined by fidelity. If I did not make that life choice 11-years-ago, I would still be masturbating and miserable. I guess the punch line here is, if you are seriously into this life-style, do not get too deeply involved in a relationship where you will never be fulfilled. It’s not fair to your vanilla friend anymore than it is to yourself. Go the extra mile and find the right person or you may find yourself masturbating your life away instead. What would be the point in that? It may be a long process as it certainly was for me, but is also truly worth the effort. You would not be reading this right now if it was not important. You are here right now because this life-style defines you. You really do not have a choice.

Originally posted 2011-09-25 06:24:22.

Male Slave’s Cruel Castration

Testicle Mutilation & Castration

Mistress Sadome walked adjusted her black leather bustier as her enormous breasts nearly popped out. She adjusted her firm, smooth bosom and then picked up the riding crop and proceeded into the dungeon.

She first saw a male bound and gagged to a large wooden cross. He was only dressed in black briefs. She said to him “I don’t want to know your name because it doesn’t matter to me” then she reeled back and slapped him across the face. He moaned but the panties crammed into his mouth muffled the sound. Then she slowly traced the riding crop across his stomach, teasing him with the tip.

Then she raised the crop and brought it down hard on his crotch. the slave jerked in pain but the sting made him hard and erect. Sadome saw his bulge getting bigger and was angered. “How dare you raise that thing in my presence” and she proceeded to whip his cock with the riding crop again and again. Finally she jabbed his aching tool with her 5 inch black leather heel and then used her shiny boot heel to rip his underwear off revealing his sore penis.

She then whipped his dick with the riding crop over and over again and his penis swung as the crack of the leather raised welts on his manhood. Then Sadome reached over and grabbed his balls. “How do you like this” she demanded and she squeezed unmercifully on his testicles. The slave’s muffled screams made Sadome laughed as she crushed his balls in her hands then she twisted and pulled.

Then she stood right in front of him and thrust her knee into his testicles. He slumped forward but could not fall because he was still bound. Seeing that he was too weak to fight back, Sadome undid his cuffs and the slave fell to the ground. She made him lie on his stomach so then Sadome put her boot on his ass and dug her heel into his cheeks. Then she slid the tip of her boot down the crack of his ass until she got the his genitals which were pressed flat against the floor.

Then with an evil grin, she brought her shiny black patent leather boot down onto his dick and squashed it with her sole like a cigarrette against the cold cement floor. She kept grinding away at his abused penis and gave an occasional kick to his balls. Sadome would also lean over and wail the slave on his ass with the riding crop.

She could hear the slave crying and whimpering as her shoe crushed his cock and balls and she loved every minute of it. She leaned more and more of her weight on his testicles, his screams became more and more intense nd she felt the tender flesh of his scrotum spreading beneath her shoes.

Sadome reaches down and pulls the slave by his hair, he gets up to avoid having his locks yanked. She forces him down again but this time facing her, she makes him sit flat on the floor. She puts a small pedestal beneath him with a flat metal bar, about 6 inches long and two inches wide, with two wing nuts on either end, close to the edge. She takes his balls and runs them beneath the bar then puts it down so the bar pushes his testicles forward as it clamps down at the base of his scrotum. Sadome tightens the wing nuts on each side of the bar so his scrotum is compressed and his balls are forced into the sack as far out as possible and laying on the cold metal surface of the pedestal.

Sadome spat into the slaves face and just laughed as he shook his head to try and shake off the saliva. Then, without saying a word, she put her boot down on his balls and pressed hard. He screamed and howled as she increased the pressure, his testicles were bound by the flat bar and were held in place so Sadome could squash them with her sole with ease.

She carefully placed the point of her heel on his right testicle and then applied her weight to it, the slave tried to jerk away but she increased the pressure, her heel crushing his ball, flattening it under the small area of her stiletto. The man screamed for mercy, begging her to stop, but she wouldn’t, instead she balanced herself perfectly and slammed her heel all the way down, piercing his testicle with her heel, tearing and crushing the flesh as blood mixed with semen gush out all over her heel.

A high pitched scream filled the room and Sadome kept grinding her heel into the mangled testicle, she raised her foot, blood dripping from the heel, and smashed it down on his entire scrotum, she could feel the other testicle crunching beneath the sole of her boot, she now stood with all her weight on his balls as blood poured from his destroyed manhood and the most agonized, tormented, sounds of absolute atrocious pain reverberated as the slave cried in utter shock. She jumped up slightly to finish flattening his testicles, grinding away, and stomping her foot down repeatedly until his balls looked like chopped meat on the pedestal.

She kneeled and examined that mutilated organs and just laughed, she took out a knife and severed his scrotum from behind the bar and thus completing the castration, he just fell over, she wasn’t’ sure if he was dead or just passed out. She loosened the clamp and then collected the bloody, tortured, mess that was his balls into a plastic bag.

Nurses came in and carried the man away in a stretcher, stopping the profuse bleeding from the arteries that were once connected to his testicles. Sadome walked back down the hall carrying her mutilated prize and laughing.

Originally posted 2013-05-11 07:23:07.

Ms Strict 4

He spent an uncomfortable night, waking from numerous dreams where he, and not the anonymous man in the video. When he finally drug himself out of bed it was with a growing sense of unreality. He was at one time repelled and yet attracted to the scenes he viewed last night. He found himself imagining himself as the object of the same sort of treatment. He always knew that the situation of being helpless at the hands of a woman had an intense erotic appeal to him, but he never imagined that women actually behaved that way.

Throughout the day, he found his mind drifting back to what he had seen and then it began running on its own. He mechanically ran through the remaining things on the list and began working at them. The number of times he came to himself after quietly staring off into space, his imagination a world away, was beginning to make him uncomfortable for he found that he lost all track of his surroundings, but he finally finished his work. He found himself drawn to the room downstairs.

He looked at the things there, his imagination running wild. He wished that she had planned to be gone longer, he would have liked to watch more of the videos. The opportunity for fantasy there was probably endless. He found himself wondering if there were any younger women on them. Surely it wasn’t all older women, although he found them himself drawn to the older women on the tape. It was probably more the situation, rather than the person, but then he supposed he would at the very least have to find the woman attractive. He began to look at the things hanging on the wall. There were numerous things, whips he supposed, several types of those. He wondered what they felt like on bare skin. There were other things as well, sticks of different types and things that looked like whips but had many strands. Then there were other things as well, but many of them were foreign to him, he could only imagine their uses as well. And of course, there were the cuffs. He ran his fingers over them, wondering what it would feel like to be restrained, helpless to resist. He took a set down, after all, it was hours before she was due back, and carefully noted which went where so he could get them back in just the right place. Sitting down, he removed his shoes and socks. He buckled them on , amazed at the thrill the soft leather sent through him and of the other feelings they evoked. They were tight, but not uncomfortable, hugging his wrists and ankles. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get out of them, even after a struggle. Then, he knew what else he wanted.

Stripping off his T-shirt and shorts, he stood naked, reveling in the feeling. Then walking over to the bench that he had seen in the video, lay across it. He wiggled forward, to get his bottom where he felt was just the right position. He felt so exposed, so naked, and the arousal that he felt was overwhelming. He could feel himself bumping against the bench and now he realized why the man in the video pointed down, there was no other choice. The padded bench forced things downward. He closed his eyes and began to imagine being at the mercy of several women. They had their way with him, but he was up to the challenge, he made them lust for him by the way that he surrendered to them. He would never beg, no, he was there to please them, it wasn’t for his pleasure – he made them want time by pleasing them. It was a delicious fantasy and he lost himself in it, imagining uses for all the strange things that he had seen.

He reveled in the feeling, knowing that it was just a fantasy. He could never be in this sort of position. How could one walk up to someone and say they wanted to become a slave? It was ludicrous. How did these people find each other? He sighed, this line of thought wasn’t any fun, it was more fun to imagine someone running their hand over his bottom. That was such a yummy feeling, it felt so real too. He sighed with enjoyment as he began to throb. He imagined himself bobbing in response. The hands ran over his butt and down his legs, stroking the inside of his thighs. He found himself wishing that they would wander just a bit higher and spread his legs to accommodate them. He moaned in pleasure when they did finally find his balls and begin stroking those. Just a few more minutes of that and he knew what would happen. Then suddenly the left side of his ass erupted in fire, he jumped and blurted out, ‘What the hell kinda fantasy is this!?!?’ Feels awful damn real! ‘


Originally posted 2010-11-18 21:05:42.

My Punishment

Like the occasional golden shower, the crop was something I endured but didn’t really like to much. But accepting the demands of my evil little Goddess Francesca was my lot in life. Honestly speaking, I really wouldn’t have it any other way! Goddess Francesca always knows just how to use me. She knows when I need a good punishment session, even though I will be in pain for weeks from her severe disciplines! Goddess Francesca knows how to cause those deep guttural moans and groans to escape my lips as she deep fucks me long and hard using her favorite monster dildos! Goddess knows exactly how long to stay seated on my face as she rides on my mouth and tongue through countless orgasms, having me work both of her holes! Goddess Francesca is also very adept to inflicting lots of pain to my cock and balls when she is in the mood for some agonizing torments! And Her wicked little mind never fails to come up with new ways of punishing, teasing, and tormenting my bound body! She is always trying out new toys, gadgets and techniques that she has acquired from various sources!

Suddenly out of the silent darkness there came a deep dulling ache in my balls as Goddess Francesca had a firm grip and was squeezing them harder and harder! I moaned in agony as the aching deepened! She just gently squeezed my balls very firmly and did not let up!

“What should I do with my precious slave pet? I think you need to endure a nice long punishment scene I am afraid, as you know better than to be sniffing my dirty panties from the hamper!”

Goddess Francesca was correct, I had been sniffing her panties, and that would most likely be something Goddess usually condoned had it not been for my other hand masturbating while I inhaled her intoxicating scent! It had been two weeks since I was last allowed an orgasm, and I just couldn’t take it any longer! I waited until that moment when Goddess Francesca was outside working on her garden, and I thought I could get a quick release before she came back in, but Goddess Francesca knows me too well, and probably sensed I was up to no good!

This was why I had come to be secured face down to the whipping horse in the first place! I knew from past torments that I was in for a long and severe punishment session this time! So now laying helpless, naked, face down, ass raised and legs spread, and Goddess Francesca squeezing my balls till they were blue! This was her way of telling me how severe my punishment session was going to be! The longer and harder she squeezed, the longer and harsher my punishment would be!

I watched as Goddess Francesca retrieved the paddle and a crop. Both of which would be used to set my ass on fire this time! I knew that after she was done it would be very hard to sit down for a while!

Goddess Francesca then brought out the inflatable butt plug and a red rubber ball gag. First she held the butt plug to my lips and told me to get it good and wet! I tried to coat it by licking and sucking on it, but Goddess pulled it from my mouth only after a few seconds!

“Now now there slave, this IS a punishment session you know, I want to make you feel some pain you know!”

I almost wanted to laugh at her remarks, if she only knew how much pain that inflatable butt plug really caused me, lubed or not! But then again, I am sure she probably did know, or else she wouldn’t have chose such an evil toy! The plug could expand as big as her wrist, and then if I moved at all with it widening my rectum like that, the shifting of my body would cause me even more pains down there!

Then I felt the wet tip against my asshole, and without any warnings, Goddess stuffed that butt plug in deep and hard in one massive thrust! She then began to pump the bulb causing the toy to grow and press against the walls of my rectum! I did manage to let out a couple of low moans that turned to whimpers as the ever expanding toy increased to it’s maximum size! Just to emphasize her point even more, Goddess Francesca squeezed my balls again, and this made my moans even louder!

“I see what we have to do next my slave! I figured you would be very vocal during this punishment session!”

Next, Goddess Francesca grabbed a stool and placed it right in front of my face. She then removed her panties and sat down on it right in front of me. She grabbed my head and told me to start licking! Once she started moaning and coming close to own pleasurable moment, she let go of my head moved away a few inches! Next, Goddess Francesca was holding the red ball of the gag in her hand and started to rub it up and down her wet slit! Then she inserted it into her hole and proceeded to rub her clitty as her orgasm approached. Her moans grew louder as I watched her body quake from her self induced orgasm!

As she subsided from her pleasure, she pulled the red ball from her very wet hole and pushed into my mouth! After attaching the gag to my head, she got up and moved the stool away.

“This should keep you quiet slave, and we will come back to your tongue and mouth so you can clean up my juices you made down there. And I am sure you will have some mess of your own to clean up too! You wanted to masturbate even though I didn’t allow it then! Well, I am going to allow it now, and I plan to milk all of the cum from your cock and balls today! And Yes slave, you will be licking it all up too, no matter how many times I can get you to orgasm!”

There I lay, helpless to do anything but ponder those vivid scenes that Goddess Francesca has promised, and knowing my Goddess they will be every bit as intense as she has described, and usually more so!

Goddess picked up the paddle and disappeared behind me now. Then without any warnings at all, a hard swat pierced the air as the paddle landed squarely on my buttocks! Then another and another. Now she was swatting away, going from one cheek to the other, over and over again. Each hard swat caused my hips to jerk and that in turn pushed my bound ass higher with each blow! But it was the other pain that was a reaction to each swat that made me moan into the gag, the huge inflatable butt plug was pushing hard against the walls of my butt each time my hips would jerk from a swat of the paddle!

The paddling was steady, and I could feel the burning of my flesh, so I new my cheeks were getting redder with each swat! Over and over the paddling continued. I lost track of the time and was beginning to feel the numbness on my butt from the prolonged spanking session. Then Goddess Francesca just started to really swat hard! This really made me jerk in my bondage! She was hitting me with all of her strength now, really leaning into each blow! I was crying openly, the tears running down my face! All the while Goddess was orally chastising me for being so disobedient!

Fortunately for me, the paddling had stopped. I soon realized that Goddess Francesca had placed the stool back in front of my tear streaked face. Next she unstrapped the ball gag and wiped my face dry with a towel she had nearby.

“There now slave, I can’t very well have you getting my thighs all wet with your tears now can I?” “I expect you to devote all of your oral attentions to me for the next hour or so, because I want you to bring me off three times slave, is that clear?”

I mumbled out a yes reply, followed by the necessary thank you Goddess response!

Eating out Goddess Francesca was hardly a punishment, even for an hour at a time! She truly tasted delicious, and I was intoxicated by her heavenly scent anyway! This would be pure pleasure on my part to lick and suck her pussy through three orgasms! But, then I saw Goddess pick up her riding crop and I now knew that there was going to be some catch!

“And slave, just to keep your mind on your work, I am going to give you ten swats of the crop every ten minutes, so, it would be best on your part to give me the best oral servitude you can muster! But, I can wait as long as it takes too, so however you want it slave!”

I started sucking and licking Goddess Francesca the best I could! I licked her slit from bottom to top, and jabbed my tongue deep into her hole. Then I would swirl it around her clit, and lick her slit some more. I also sucked on her lips and gently teased her pussy licking and sucking around her clit, but not giving this little sensitive nub any attention just yet! That would come later as her moans increased and her hips started to pump!

But all too soon, I felt the first of many stinging swats of the crop! Her swats shot through my cheeks as if I was being cut with a knife! I moaned loudly into her pussy! My cries muffled by her cunt, but the sounds reverberating through her crotch! The ten lashes were fast and furious, and then as the pain subsided, I hurriedly licked and sucked with more fury! And it continued that way, over and over, as I worked to give Goddess Francesca three great orgasms! The first of her’s was quick and relatively easy on my part, but the second and her third proved to be much more difficult, as my ass was on fire from a flaming paddling to this cropping every ten minutes! I lost track of all time, and even forgot what orgasm Goddess was on! After nearly two hours, Goddess Francesca’s flood signaled her third orgasm, and as I dutifully cleaned her pussy dry, she took the liberty of giving me one final cropping, and she didn’t stop and ten swats either! She got up from the stool and went around behind me to swat my cheeks from a different angle! I cried out in pain as I had nothing to silence my moans now! Goddess must have felt some compassion because the cropping suddenly stopped!

“You big baby! You need to remember why you are here in the first place slave! It was you who decided to break the rules and disobey me! So, you are getting punished for that, just remember that from now on!”

Next I felt Goddess Francesca’s hands on my balls and stroking my cock. My cock was actually hard, and she was milking the precum from my penis which flows steadily as I orally satisfy her! Then she coated the shaft with the precum and really started pumping my cock harder now!

“Do you want to cum slave boy?” Cum for your Goddess now slave boy!”

Goddess pumped my vigorously and soon I was shooting a nice load of hot cum in her waiting palm! Goddess Francesca brought this up to my mouth, and while holding the back of my head with her other hand, she force fed my all of my cum! Goddess ordered my to lick it all up, and get used to the taste, as this would be the first of many cums I would eat today!

“I am going to milk you dry slave boy! You wanted to cum so badly, well here is your chance! I am going to make you cum till you are dry, till you cannot shoot another drop! And Yes slave boy, you will be eating all of it too!”

After a short break, Goddess returned and was wearing her monster dildo! This toy was fitted to a special thick leather base over a protruding shaft. It was strapped to her waist like any other strapon dildo, but this one was custom built for us by a friend in the leather business! He made the base out of extra thick black leather, and it had a built-in peg which supported the larger dildos! The one Goddess was wearing today was the twelve inch toy! I knew this one well, as it was always borderline unbearable for me to accept both it’s thickness and it’s length! I am sure Goddess Francesca chose it because of that too! After a session with this toy, it was truly hard to walk straight let alone do anything else normally too!

Our friend in the leather business also decorated the base support piece with some very sharp chrome pointed studs! And, the creative talents of our friend also used larger sized pointed studs at the bottom of the base, and they were clustered like two actual sized balls! Once the dildo was secured to the harness, it resembled a huge horse cock, with two equally huge balls, only the balls were a series of sharp pointed metal studs! The smaller sharp studs all around the rest of it resembled pubic hair, and Goddess loved wearing this piece! She would really work at driving the full length of her toys deep into my rectum so that the sharp spikes would contact my flesh! She also knew that the larger ball spikes would have a good chance of hitting my own balls as she slammed into me during her furious anal rape sessions!

It was then that Goddess Francesca’s leather spike covered pubic mound was directly in front of my face again, her hand holding the huge weighty dildo hanging poised and ready for her assault of my asshole! It was a thick shiny 12″ black dildo, and it contrasted nicely with Goddess Francesca’s pale milky white skin! I knew from my past painful experiences just how long those twelve inches would feel, as Goddess Francesca drove the entire length of her dildo deep into my rectum! And despite those vivid memories I could still feel the strange stirring deep within my stomach as I almost ached for the need to be fucked! Soon I would be feeling her deep thrusts has she drove the huge dildo into my depths as hard as she could! Then I would be feeling the pain and the punishment that I deserved as Goddess plowed me hard and deep, not stopping till she was good and ready to! I never knew how long the reamings would last, but they always lasted far longer than I could tolerate, and my asshole would be sore for days following!

Slowly, Goddess Francesca fed me the huge bulbous head of her dildo, hanging like the head of a real cock as she held the toy in one hand and my head with her other hand! Goddess then, kneeling on pillows and straddling the whipping horse, slowly inched that huge punisher into my mouth! I knew it was my job to suck and lick her monster toy, as I also knew if it wasn’t lubricated well enough, it would be much more painful when she started to fuck my asshole with it!

“Well, slave, you had better get this cock good and wet because I am in the mood for some very serious fucking today and this is all the lubing it and you are going to receive!”

I winced as my jaw opened wide to accommodate such a huge penis! I licked the head and started to lick the shaft, but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to get more than an inch or two of it’s length lubricated! I could move my head at all, and Goddess Francesca controlled her huge cock, so if she didn’t pull it out and allow me to lick the shaft, there would be no way for me to get it lubricated!

“Suck me off, slave! I know you like to eat cum, too bad this one didn’t spurt any, I am sure it could gag you with a huge load of hot cum! So day I am going to have you suck a real cock and really learn how it feels to have a hot load emptied into your mouth as I have my way with you too!”

My cheeks were bulging, and tongue licking as I tried in vain to get this toy very wet! My mouth watered at the dildo’s warm and firm softness, and it’s lifelike contours. Before long my wet drool slicked the first couple of inches of the ribbed rubber shaft, and then Goddess Jennfier slowly withdrew the huge toy and allowed me to slick the shaft with my tongue. I did just that, and when the dildo was covered with wetness, Goddess said it appeared to be ready!

Goddess Francesca walked behind me once again, and this time I felt the butt plug as she deflated the bulb and the pressure subsided! Then the plug was removed from my widened hole, but the hole would soon be stretched even further and deeper than that plug could ever do!

Goddess placed the large inflatable butt plug right in front of my face, on the stool. She said she would come back to that and if I made too much noise while I was being punished, she would use it as my gag! She asked me if I would be able to accept the anal punishments without getting too loud or crying out? She also said that if I were to get too loud, she would stop the fucking and gag me with this used butt plug and I would receive fifty swats with the crop for making her stop! But if I knew I would get too loud, I could accept the gag now before she started, but that she then would start with a full hard thrust too!

I didn’t know which one to take, neither one sounded too good for me anyway! I know I would probably be moaning pretty loudly at some point, but how did I know what was too loud for Goddess Francesca? And, if I had to endure any more punishments to my butt I don’t know if I could take it, especially another fifty hard swats of her crop!

I reluctantly told Goddess Francesca that I thought I couldn’t be too quiet for a hard anal reaming, and that I should be gagged. I hoped that she would find this to be a pleasing response and give me the red rubber ball gag, but I thought wrong! Goddess held up the butt plug and pushed it into my mouth! It was still warm from being imbedded for the last few hours in my hole! Goddess secured it in place and went back to her position behind me.

Soon, I felt the wet tip against my hole, just sitting at the entrance! Then Goddess Francesca grabbed my hips and with a very hard and deep thrust, she drove the massive dildo as deep as it would go on her first thrust! I could only moan as a deep guttural feeling from deep within me tried to escape my lips, but only could be heard as a low moan!

Goddess true to her word just withdrew the dildo the entire length, then repeated over and over driving the huge toy deep with each and every thrust! The louder my moans the harder and further she drove the dildo into me! Then I felt the spikes against my balls and scrotum! Soon, each thrust was punishing my backside and balls with pricks of pain from the spikes! Over and over again Goddess drove the dildo deep inside of me! She was making me feel every inch of her huge thick twelve incher! I was fucked hard and unmercilessly by Goddess. It didn’t let up for a very long time, just thrust after thrust! Goddess didn’t care about speed, just long and deep thrusts, burying the dildo it’s entire length with each thrust! Over and over, I thought I was being drilled in two! The pain was deep, more like an ache than a pain!

I was told it was over an hour that my fucking continued! One brutal deep thrust after another. I was truly fucked senseless!

Here I was, naked, bound face down, bent over the back of a whipping horse, my butt had to be flaming red, and my asshole fucked unmercilessly by my Goddess Francesca! All the while I was gagged I still couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have a Goddess like Francesca, whom loved her role as my Dominant, and me as her slave. I was committed to her, my body was her’s to do with as she wanted! I longed for these sessions, but regretted them all the same! I was actually more ashamed of myself for disobeying Goddess Francesca than I was at being punished so severely!

True to her word, Goddess Francesca continued to milk my cock and feed me load after load of my own cum! I think I stopped after four orgasms, at least there wasn’t much coming out after that anyway! The huge dildo was left deep inside of me after Goddess grew tired of deep fucking me! And, somehow through it all, I managed to let out a few load moans when Goddess squeezed my balls hard following the fourth orgasm. That she said would cost me and grabbed her crop! Goddess proceeded to setting my ass on fire again, although it was supposed to be only fifty swats, she kept on starting over from one as I was to count them out, but failed when the crop landed on my upper thigh and caused me gasp instead of saying a number! Funny how it was always when we approached the forty to forty-five numbers! I don’t know how many times we started over but my ass can tell you it was plenty!

Goddess Francesca finally removed the dildo from my hole, and the cool air rushing in told me that my hole was plenty dilated! Goddess told me she liked to see it opened like that and would keep working on it to get it to stay open longer! Then she grabbed both of my balls with her hands and squeezed while telling me to never disobey her again! She just kept squeezing, all the while I was agonizing and aching in pain! She just kept talking, orally chastising me and telling me how much worse it will be for me if there ever is a next time or occurrence where I am caught masturbating again!

Goddess Francesca finally released me, and helped me to my feet. I couldn’t really stand anyway, so I just knelt at her feet and kissed her there. Moving up each leg I thanked her for allowing me to be her personal slave, and that I wouldn’t be so selfish again to take matters into my own hands and try to give myself personal pleasure! When I reached her pussy. I inhaled deeply and kissed her there.

Goddess helped me to the bed where she laid down and I gave her another couple of orally induced orgasms!

Originally posted 2009-07-25 19:35:14.

Fun & Games 2

The table was a huge piece of dark, carved wood, rescued from a fraternity at the University. It was at least as old as the house. Tonight it was spread with china, crystal, and candles.

Jackson, with a little help from the others, dragged out and served the salad, potatoes, and grilled salmon.

“So is this actually your place?” Pinky asked.

“Sort of,” Jackson said. “More properly it’s my parents’. They’re living in Spain for two years so are paying me to take care of it.”

“Quite an arrangement, isn’t it?” Rosie said.

“Yes indeed. I’m not sure what else I would do for a job these days. Things have been so bad since I left school that I’ve been taking accounting courses in town.”

There were murmurs of sympathy around the table.

“I’m sure my parents wouldn’t quite approve of the use to which I’m putting the property. But then everything is always clean when they come to visit, the horses fed and the hedges trimmed. I sure can throw better parties here than in the old apartment.”

Michael was flirting quite openly with Rosie. She tended to blush easily, and when she did, her exposed skin turned a gorgeous shade of pink all the way down to her breasts. Evan was watching with amusement. He was sitting between Rosie and Tom, and was soon discussing the price of home renovations with the later.

Dianne tried to talk to Arthur, who was sitting next to her. He gave her short answers and resumed his conversation with Melissa.

Jackson watched them all. The tension around the table crackled with subtle and not-so-subtle flirtation and complex power plays, all performed as if for his Tomefit. He savored it, letting it melt through him like a strong drink, and saw things that no one else else at the table could see.

Melissa was ignoring Arthur, but with much more subtlety and grace than he in turn slighted Dianne. Arthur scarcely noticed how she insulted him with a word or two or the timing of an answer. Probably no one else at the table did either. Arthur just wanted to be seen talking with such a dangerous person. Why did Dianne like him? It was quite a waste, Jackson thought.

There were three women and five men. Jackson was not sorry that he couldn’t keep the numbers even. The excess of men created a delicious tension, and endless possibilities for conflict later.

An hour later the dinner dishes were cleared and chocolate icecream served over raspberries.

“Could you just stack your dishes in the sink?” Jackson asked. “I have lots of work to do before the final drawing.”


The door to Jackson’s study opened on oiled hinges. Dianne tucked the credit card into her bra.

The lights were out, all but the bluish light of the Macintosh screen, and the paper out indicator on the Laserwriter.

Dianne let her eyes adjust to the dark.

There was a pile of horse tack along one wall, and some boxes, neatly labeled. Toys for later. The computer displayed nothing but a paused game of Tetris. Dianne thought of digging in the hard drive, but refrained. Where was Jackson’s clipboard? He had written on it the results of the first drawing.

Behind Dianne, the door opened, noisily. She jumped in the sudden flood of light.

“Hello,” Jackson said. “Looking for something?” He shut the door behind him and casually slid the bolt.

“Yes, in fact.” Dianne mastered her racing heartbeat and prepared to negotiate. “The game is supposed to be completely random.”

“Supposed to, yes.” Jackson walked passed her and slumped into the desk chair and tossed the clipboard on the desk, face down.

“Then how come Melissa always draws top?”

“Would you do anything to annoy Melissa?”

“No,” She said. And then, “I’m top tonight. I want Arthur for the second drawing.”

Jackson looked up at her searchingly. “No you don’t.”

“I’d thank you not to tell me what I want, but how to get it.”

“Take your chances, with the rest of them.”

The rules of the game were very clear. Each drew first to fix their role for the evening, taker or taken. The second drawing paired them up. Yet there was ample time between the first drawing at eight and the second drawing at ten for negotiation, trades, threats, and bribery. The same went for the time between the second drawing and midnight, the official start of festivities. As far as Dianne knew, however, all the intrigue happened between players, and did not involve the incorruptible master of ceremonies. Well, supposedly incorruptible.

“I don’t want to take chances. I want a sure thing. And I don’t believe that you get off just watching us. I think you were expecting something like this. What do you want for a sure thing?”

Jackson leaned back and stretched slowly, luxuriously. “What would you do?”

Dianne took a step closer. “Anything in the rules. I don’t have to leave until late Sunday, either.”

Jackson nodded. “Anything. Tomorrow. I want a down-payment now.”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“Sure I trust you. Except I developed a raging hard-on during this conversation, and I don’t want to drag back into company like this. You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”


Jackson pulled a condom out of the desk drawer and tossed it to her. “On your knees, like you mean it.”

Dianne smiled. She knelt in front of Jackson and unfastened his pants. He had closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the chair. His penis was about average size and very hard when she had untangled it from his underwear. She unrolled the condom and covered it carefully, stroking Jackson’s erection with her fingers before taking it in her mouth.

Jackson’s breath whistled quietly between his teeth.

Dianne teased the head with her tongue. She figured they wouldn’t be missed for several minutes at least and wanted to make full use of the time. Jackson’s gratitude was very important. After licking the shaft for a minute or two, even brushing her teeth along it, Dianne started swallowing the whole length. She reached down and played with his balls.

Latex. Yuck, she thought. Should have brought some whipped cream.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Jackson’s face. His lips were parted and his expression soft and sweet and rapt. He didn’t touch her, but gripped the arms of the chair. Yet she could feel his appreciation, warm as sunlight, as his body quivered and a moan slipped though his lips.

Dianne teased the root with her tongue as she fucked him more quickly. His hips pumped suddenly, and she felt him climax, arching his back out of the chair. She sucked hard and drew out the last shudder from his body.

“That was quick,” she said once her mouth was free.

“Yes, well, I’ll have you all tomorrow. Now I have to prepare for the second drawing.”

Jackson reached for a KEvannex.

Originally posted 2008-08-25 14:50:59.