Memories II

Continued from prior entry.

One evening we were sitting, drinking wine and watching TV. Our conversation
rambled over many topics, none of any consequence. We started to talk about
fantasies. I asked her what her favorite fantasy was and to my surprise she
blushed and didn’t want to tell me. Intrigued, I kept coming back to the
question and she kept putting me off. Finally when I asked again she looked at
me and softly told me she was too embarrassed to tell me about it but she would
show me if I was willing. I didn’t know what was coming but I definitely
wanted to find out what her secret might be.

We picked up our wineglasses and she took my hand and led me into the bedroom.
She didn’t say anything, just slowly started to undress me. When I was naked
she had me lay back on the bed. It had a brass headboard and she had me reach
up and grab hold of the headboard. She told me that whatever I did not to let
go of the headboard.

To say that I was excited and intrigued is an understatement. I made a vow to
myself that there was no way I would let go. I doubt that she was thinking
about it but by giving me the ability to get away I had to admit to myself that
this was something I chose to do. I could have stopped it at any point. I
wanted this to happen.

She sat on the edge of the bed sipping her wine, looking at me. I lay there
naked with my arms above my head staring back at her. Neither of us said a
word. Once in a while I saw a smile play across her face and she would softly
run a finger across my chest or leg or arm. I often wonder what she was
thinking as she looked down at me.

When she finished her wine she stood up and slowly started to undress. If
possible I started to become more aroused as I watched her. She looked at me
and chuckled.

She straddled my body, sitting on my belly. She kissed me, her tongue invading
my mouth. Her fingers entwined in my hair, she slowly moved my head so she
could use her tongue to trace around my chin and along my neck. Her tongue
went in my ear and I jerked. It felt like a cross between an electric shock
and being tickled. She stopped, raised herself up and looked at me with a kind
of quizzical look. Then she smiled.

Her fingers tightened in my hair and she turned my head to the side. Fingers
in my hair held my head in place as her tongue attacked my ear. My body bucked
underneath her and moans escaped from my lips. She turned my head so she could
get at the other ear and then back again. I don’t know how long it lasted,
somewhere between a second and forever, but I wasn’t going to let go of the

Finally she stopped, sitting up and looking at me. I lay there trying to catch
my breath. My chest rising and falling as I gulped in air. She was excited, I
could feel her excitement on my stomach. She scooted down my body and her knee
started to slide between my legs. “Spread your legs for me,” she said. I
don’t know why but I was embarrassed as I complied. “Wider.” “I said Wider!”

There I was, flat on my back with my legs open as far apart as I could get
them. She sat between my legs exploring and examining my cock, balls and the
juncture where my legs came together. Yes, embarrassed is the right word.

Suddenly she brought her knee up between my legs, slamming it into my buttocks.
It didn’t really hurt but all I felt was panic, white-hot panic. Any man
knows (maybe women too) the fear I felt at that moment. My legs instinctively
closed as much as they could around her hips. She told me to spread my legs
again. Emotions raced through my being. I knew what she was going to do. I
knew she wouldn’t hurt me on purpose, but what if she made a mistake? It was
all I could do to open my legs. I was timid to say the least. She put her
hands on the insides of my thighs, pushing, to help me along.

Her knee slammed into me again. My legs tried to close again but she was
holding them open. “Keep them open.” Over and over she brought her knee up
between my legs into my buttocks. Each time I could feel the jar through my
body. Each time my legs started to close and I had to work at keeping them

Finally she moved up my body again. She took my cock in her hands and rubbed
her clitoris along its length. My hips came off the bed as I strained to be
inside her. By this time I was probably whimpering I was so aroused and wanted
her to fuck me. Instead, she alternated between using my cock as a dildo and
moving forward over my face so I could lick and suck her. Over and over she
moved up and down my body. I don’t know how many times she came. Every so
often she would stop and rest, sitting on me, grinning like a Cheshire cat,
looking in my eyes, very pleased with herself. Then she would start again.

Eventually she did let me inside. I don’t remember the details of that part
very well. I know I didn’t last too long after being so aroused for so long.

Afterward, as we lay in each others arms, all I could say was that she could
act out her fantasy with me anytime she desired.

Originally posted 2007-09-27 13:58:28.

Teacher Student Scenario 2

True Expierence by Ranbir

Over All A Very Impressive Personality & a Dominating & a Strict Teacher kind of Personality like All Over Written On The Face “ I mean business of Teaching hence don’t fool around”.

Well after the exchange of greetings he walks towards the study room & can feel as if she is trying to gauge him. As he is dressed in a Black Trouser with a white shirt & a stripes tie. She looks at him as they reach the room & she signals him to sit down & starts walking up & down the length of the room trying to gather his thoughts & suddenly you asks “ This is your first class & your are late by 5 minutes why? Taken by surprise & he never had realized that he had committed a mistake realizing his agony she further adds to it by coming close to him & literally standing on his head & observing him directly catches the ear lobe of his right ear & drags him up in sitting position on the chair & says “ don’t fool me you totally forgot about the timings isn’t? he replies with his eyes down & said “ Maam Iam sorry “ She uses a little pressure to his ear & starts pulling his head to & fro up & down & say “ So you are S—o—r—r—y , did you forget to eat to sleep NO but you forgot to come on time ? No I will not take this you deserve not only to be punished but to be punished properly “ With that she caught hold of his other ear to in the same manner & started twisting it while verbally scolding him, after 4-5 minutes he can feel the heat coming out of his ears & than she drags him up with his ears only & takes him to the corner & a little roughly places his nose against the wall & with a pencil marks a big round on the wall at approximately 2-3 inches more that his height & orders “ Now hold both your ears & stand straight on your toes & keep your nose inside the round & rub your nose in that round 100 times. If your nose comes out of that round any time you will start over again, Ok Start Now “ Now he started feeling really embarrassed as a big boy was being punished like a small school student & more over it was quite tuff to keep his nose in that round. She comes near him & saw that his face was red with humiliation, his ears were red & burning because they were pulled by her & now he was holding them himself, & also because of that round he had to stand so close to the wall that as result of rubbing his nose against the wall the discomfort was too much she noticed this & gave a wry smile & to increase his discomfort ordered ” Ab kone mein ja kar Murga Ban Jao agar zara sa bhi hile to phir dekhana tumhara kya haal kartien hoon mein”. He goes to the corner & as ordered becomes a Murga.

After another 8-10 minutes she again catches him with left ear & brings him back to his chair, than she holds him with his right ear & with her left hand gives him two resounding slaps with her fingers only on his right cheek & than reversed the position & gave him two slaps on his left cheek too, he gets totally shocked & stunned but now with one hand she catches one of his ears & start pulling it to & fro up & down & started verbally humiliating him & said “ Now do you understand the meaning of forgetting, Remember One more time you are late & Iam going to make you naked take you out on the Balcony & punish you there is that clear” “Yes Maam” he replies & than with a last strong twist she leaves his ear.

Now his face is totally embarrassed humiliated & ashamed red & burning with punishments he looks at her & she to looks in to his eyes & than adding to his humiliations she says “ Next time I mean it I will make you remove all your clothes make you stand naked on the terrace & than punish you. Imagine how it would look a big boy like you being punished naked on the terrace like a small school boy. Tell me would you not be ashamed, hence do not give me a chance again ok be good boy & always come on time “

With that she starts teaching him earnestly. Than for the next ½ an hour nothing happens accept serious teaching than suddenly she got irritated as he was not paying attention & was rather looking at her & could not answer to one of her questions She really got furious & punished him for at least 15 minutes. First she made him stand on the chair holding his ears for 5-7 minutes & somehow forced him to look in to her eyes while holding his ears. Than she made me do uthak-baithaks on the chair itself while holding his ears cross handedly, than she asked him to sit down & as last humiliation she asked him to hold his ears & rub his nose on the table 50 times. After that she asked him to come out of the table & stand in front of her he did & she straight away stared at him & god he was so embarrassed & scared to the core of his heart. He thought she had caught him with his feelings & a hardon but out of scare it immediately subsided & he could breathe properly.

But Apparently she hod noticed it & finally while twisting both his ears she said ” It seems you are enjoying getting punishments from me & are getting hard-ons & erections but do not worry I will see to it that next time you rather do not enjoy it & the punishments are going to be more strict next time”
Anyway realizing his condition & with intention of taking advantage of the situation she suddenly ordered “ Stand up & come here “ with a finger pointing towards her left side. Reluctantly & shamefully he got up & to his shock realized that unfortunately his hard-on was embarrassingly obvious. she knew it & wanted to rather embarrass him further hence repeated “ Be quick get up & come Here “ slowly he dragged himself self towards where she ordered. She was still sitting & boldly looked at his face, with a crooked finger asked him to come near her & when he was at arms distance she caught hold of his right ear with her left hand & started pulling it up & down to & fro & with a ruler in her right hand she poked that ruler straight in to his crotch. Shame on You! Iam punishing you & you seem to be enjoying it “ With that SLAP-SLAP she gave him two resounding slaps on his right cheek. They were quite strong slaps. She said get down on your knees today I will slap out the enjoyments from you. As asked down he sat on his knees & she started slapping him in a rhythm. Right cheek left cheek then right than left & this carried on for a while. In between she was pulling twisting his right ear left ear at times both of them together, & in between also his hair. Now he was feeling the pain on his cheeks plus the burning sensation. After 5-7 minutes of slapping she again looked at him & she caught hold of both the ears & really started giving it a painfull twist & pull & ordered “ Hold your palms in front of you straight & stretched” with that she started giving him severe spanks with the ruler on his palms first right hand than left at least 5 on each hand. Than she slapped him first with both hands on both his cheeks simultaneously & than one by one on each cheek. Just after 5-7 slaps she stopped.
“ Come here kneel down in front of me & press & massage my feet” He went near her & sat down on his knees & she kept one of her feet on his right thigh & gave the other one in his hands to massage, he started massaging her feet when in between she said “ I know you have erection & I hope you remember what I said the other day. Ok Now Kiss & lick my feet, Remember when you are licking my feet I want you to lick it properly with the flat of your tongue like a dog & use pressure with your tongue to lick my feet “ with that she caught hold of both his ears & pulled his face down to lick her feet, she did not leave his ears but was guiding him by giving directions.
With that now he saw her opening her trousers & removing one leg out of it completely. He saw her naked legs & his erection was rock hard with a finger she ordered him to come between her legs but till now he was not sure whether she was wearing her panties or not as the shirt was too long & was covering her crotch. She made him sit between her legs & ordered him to close his eyes he did as ordered, she kept one of her legs on one side of the table & the other leg on the other side & caught hold of his ears & brought his face near her & now he could smell her too which was of her being excited with that she ordered “ Now Lick me like a dog you are start “ & with his ears she guided his head, “ Take out your tongue completely “ He did & now he could taste her , the taste was a quite sweet & good & he carried on .Just after a short while he could feel that she was rubbing herself on his tongue his face nose everywhere & suddenly she shuddered in to a climax while strongly pulling his ears. He could feel his whole face full of her cum like his lips, his nose his cheeks etc everywhere my face was terribly wet with her cum, she said “ No Do not clean your face stand up with hands up go in a corner & rub your nose against the wall “ He stood as ordered & she wore her trousers again & said “ This is the punishment of your erections & while getting excited while Iam teaching you “ & than took his face in her hands & gave him a wet kiss & they both laughed & enjoyed.

Originally posted 2008-08-15 13:38:50.

Mistress Scarlett: CBT Punishment Part One

It was a sweaty Friday evening at the gym again. Everyone was getting their last bit of exercise in before the weekend splurging. The women were looking awesome in their leotards, short-shorts and various other forms of attire that I knew damn well were invented to tease small-minded males such as myself. I had taken to leaving off my underwear or jock-straps at the gym anymore. And, weird though it may seem, I had also gotten in the habit of shaving hair from my crotch area for that added touch of sensitivity. Just a pair of shorts or long sweatpants separated my dick from whatever machine I could conveniently rub against while looking at one goddess after another.

Female Led CBT

CBT art by Bernard Montogueil

You know the type of women I’m talking about…the ones that make my libido go into overdrive at the mere glance, or, if the air happened to luckily blow my way, the mere scent of their perfume or, a peek at the sweaty shirt they were wearing, or…the definition of their arms, or…the outline of their breasts in the shirts as they jogged on the treadmills.

Anyway, I was doing a set of lat pull-downs at the machine that was well-positioned as far as mirrors go, and spending half my time counting reps, and the other half secretly looking at the veritable breast-o-rama of the row of women on the StairMaster machines. One girl in particular was just beautiful, with brunette hair and blue eyes. Her face was flushed from her exertion, her gray half-shirt soaked wet, and, from the angle of yet another mirror in the gym, I could see that a line of sweat was running down the crack of her ass, soaking everything in its path. Needless to say, I found it very difficult to complete my sets.

Did I say “secretly-looking” before? Well, apparently not. It seems that she had noticed my obvious ogling, and also, the hard- on I had been sporting as a result of her vision because when she finished-up on the StairMaster, she came over to where I was. “Excuse me,” I heard this quiet voice behind me as I pumped on the bicep machine. I turned around and was floored. It was HER, and she was wiping off the sweat around her neck and upper chest, drawing my eyes to those beautiful breasts.

“Oh, h-h-h-hi,” I said with a bit of a smile, actually looking at her eyes when I said it. “Do you want to work in?” I asked her.

“No, I was just coming over to tell you that I and the other women DO NOT appreciate your fucking stares at our bodies. It’s quite unnerving and very rude,” she said, sharply. “Well, to tell you the truth,” I began, “your body is rather unnerving. It is absolutely fantastic, and your —–“, and I didn’t get a chance to finish what particular body part of hers I was about to throw a compliment about when she stepped close to me and smacked her balled-up fist into my un-protected groin (so much for the idea of never wearing underwear in the gym again). I gasped and put my hand out on the nearest machine to steady my legs. I was bent over at the waist, clutching my midship area.

She leaned over to my ear and whispered, “Did you like that, Sweetie? Consider that a down-payment on what you’ve got coming to you. You like my ass? My tits? What part of my body did you mostly think about as you rubbed your worthless prick against the machine?” My eyes opened wide at this and looked at her.

“Yeah, I saw you doing that, Asshole. We women are tuned into you males and all the little tricks you pull. Well? What part, dickhead, was your favorite?” She looked at me with those ice- blue eyes, wearing a smirk on her face, but balling up her other hand and making a squeezing motion as to what she intended to next do to my balls if I made her mad.

“Uh, I’m so sorry for staring at you. That was wrong and rude and I didn’t mean any harm,” were the first words out of my mouth.

“Too damn late for that. You need a good lesson in how to respect women and I’m just the girl who can teach you. Unless, of course, you want me to go to the manager of the gym, a close personal friend of mine AND a woman, by the way, and tell her you’re sexually harassing me and my friends and get your ugly ass kicked-out of here, PERMANENTLY,” she said with emphasis. “Maybe I’ll even call the police on you and have a restraining order put out against you. As a lawyer, I know how to get that done pretty easily. You’ll have a nice, permanent record to contend with. Do you want me to do that, or, do you agree to allow me to teach you manners and how to be respectful of women?”

My throat tightened with her threat, and I fully believed she would think nothing of carrying it through. She exuded that confidence of intending to do things to me already with her swat of my balls, so I was not in a position to second-guess her. “I will do whatever you want, Miss…Miss…I’m sorry, I don’t know your name,” I said.

“Yeah, well, you have the MISS-part right, though not entirely. From this point forward, call me ‘Mistress Scarlett’, got it?” “Yes, Mistress Scarlett.” I said, quietly.

“Good! I’m gonna hit the showers and meet you at the lobby in about 30 minutes? Be there, or I’ll be headed to the manager’s office instead of to my car. Got it?” she said.

“Yes Ma’m,” I said, temporarily forgetting how to address her. She quickly reminded me by raising her left knee and thunking it into my balls, though, I knew, not her full-force capacity. Those legs were way more capable of delivering a lot more, as I would later find out.

“Unggghhhhh….,” I gasped, this time kneeling all the way down to the floor. She stepped to position herself between my legs, and very close to my crotch (in case you were wondering about all the other folks in the gym, the gym had pretty much emptied by then).

“What was that, Dick *(as in, “dickhead”)? What did you call me?” she sneered, imperiously.

I slowly raised my head to look at those ice-blues again and quickly said “I’m sorry Mistress Scarlett. I forgot.”

“Yes, I’m sure you did. And, I’m fairly certain you will forget again in my school for respecting women. Consider yourself in school as of this moment. Consider forgetting how to address me properly to have earned you 25 demerits. Counting that little knee I just gave you, you now have 24 demerits left to work- off,” she grinned evily.

“Yes, Mistress Scarlett,” I said, weakly.

“See you in 30 minutes, slave” she said, walking off.

“Yes, Mistress Scarlett,” I said.

I hobbled off to the men’s room showers, taking care not to jostle my balls, and when I passed a beautiful woman on the way, I hardly noticed them, except to offer a weak smile in their direction, remembering the last time I looked wrongly at a woman. I showered, shaved, dressed, and was out front, waiting on her in about 20 minutes. She came down the stairs looking absolutely stunning. Her hair was brushed smooth and she was wearing a tank-top with blue jeans and pointy white boots. Through the still-throbbing ache of my balls, I felt a little stir in my groin at the sight of her and how sexy she looked. I also realized that my lust was going to cost and cause me a lot more deserved pain before she was through with me.

“Hi!” she said, spying me on the sofa. “Give me a hug,” she said, gaily.

Surprised though I was, I stood up and she wrapped her arms around me tightly, shifting just so as to position her right knee to brush the underside of my pants crotch with it. I winced, which she caught, and she grinned and winked at me. “You have your car here, right? Why don’t you follow me to my house, okay,” she asked, as if I had a choice in the matter at all.

“Yes, Mistress Scarlett,” I said to her, in a quiet voice. She took note of that and nodded approvingly. “Good, you’re learning, slave,” she said. “Let’s go!” she said, walking out. The drive took us about 25 minutes to get to her house. A lot of winding backroads and finally a gravel road took us to who- knows-where. I certainly didn’t recognize the neighborhood and would have gotten quite lost had I not had her in front of me. Anyway, we finally pulled up to a huge house. She parked in the circular driveway, and I pulled behind her. She got out and pointed to a garage behind me. “Park it in there,” she directed, and get your ass inside,” she ordered, with a voice, I noted, that was no longer cheerful towards me.

I parked as she directed and went into her house. “This is the ‘nice-people’ area,” she said, sweeping her arm around the huge foyer and gesturing upstairs. “We won’t be holding class up here. Instead, let me show you the basement, where all of your lessons will be taught. Follow me,” she said curtly, walking towards a doorway leading down a set of stairs. I was still hoping that maybe she wasn’t as serious as she sounded in the gym and wasn’t going to follow-through on her plans for me. She must have read my mind because she stopped at the doorway and turned to me and said “Yes, slave, I’m very serious about this, and just as serious about what I said I’d do if you didn’t do exactly as I said. In fact, since you’re here now, I’ll simply tell the police that you were waiting for me when I came home and tried to rape me. How’s that for serious, slave?” she asked, her eyes narrowed in my direction.

I gulped and said, “Mistress Scarlett, please, I’ll do what you say, don’t call the police,” and I started moving very quickly to the doorway down to the basement.

She turned and walked down the stairs with me quickly behind. We walked through a hallway and she stopped at a small room. “This is the bathroom the original plans called for but the dumbass architect forgot that the sewer line was seven feet above the floor level and I didn’t want to mess with a pump to get the shit out of here. Maybe you’ll be able to help me solve that problem later on,” she said, walking away.

I furrowed my brow and couldn’t figure out what she was talking about. I wasn’t an engineer or a plumber. I shrugged it off and followed her into a larger room. This was a huge room with a refrigerator in one corner, two comfy-looking leather sofas, a variety of chairs, a table and some exercise equipment of various types on one side of the room. Stationary bike, treadmill, free-weight rack with various dumbbells, some weight machines with pulleys and a sit-up machine. A closet was situated near the refrigerator, along with a tool cabinet, and in the middle of the room, what appeared to be a crude replica of some old fashioned-stocks from age-old centuries. There were some other things I didn’t immediately recognize also in the corner.

She looked at me as I took it all in. “Yes!” she laughed. “This is MY dungeon, slave, complete with every exercise torture device ever offered on late-night TV. I’m fairly certain we’ll be able to use some of the equipment to help you in your school lessons,” she said, again with that evil grin.

I nodded, bewildered at whatever she could possibly be implying. She walked back to where I was standing and said “take off all of your clothes and put them in that garbage bag,” she said, motioning to a roll of them.

I didn’t hesitate, stripping off all clothes as she ordered, and stuffing them into a bag. She picked-up the bag, tied it off and threw it in a corner of the room. “Forget you have clothes here, slave,” she ordered. “You won’t be needing them this weekend.”

“Yes, Mistress Scarlett, ” I said, automatically.

“Hmm,” she said, looking at my crotch. “Gee, slave, you certainly don’t look as horny as you were in the gym when you were looking at my body on the stair machine. Wonder what’s wrong? Am I not attractive anymore to you?” she asked with a mischievous look in her eyes.

“Oh no, Mistress Scarlett. You’re very beautiful,” I quickly answered her.

She nodded and said, “Well, I’m going to give you a little treat then,” and lifted-up her tank-top in one swift motion to expose, not bra-entwined breasts, but full, naked, bouncing breasts with suckable nipples crowning each of them.

My mouth went agape. They were even more beautiful than I imagined from the gym. My cock instantly bounced-up its approval with a quickly growing hard-on…a mistake I was quickly made aware of.

She watched my dick grow quickly from the southern-pointing direction to horizontal inside of 15 seconds and quickly put her shirt down, covering-up her breasts from my view. She glared at me. “Did I give you permission to get a hard-on in my presence, SLAVE???” she yelled at me.

“N-n-n-n-no, Mistress Scarlett. I’m sorry,” I said, hastily, now realizing what she intended. I tried to force my hard-on to go away by thinking of unattractive women I has seen before, but got caught back up in the thinking of Mistress Scarlett’s breasts again. Too late.

She stepped-up to me and pointed at my still throbbing dick, and said “I see your balls need another lesson in the respect of women.”

I cringed at what was coming next, but attempted to brace for the path of her arching kick. Her boot caught me full in the balls, which were on the small side to begin with, but had been trying to crawl back into my body in a desperate attempt to escape the impending onslaught of her toe-boot. No luck. I yelled in agony and went down hard, covering my quickly swelling nuts. I rolled around on the floor, trying to keep from throwing-up.

She stood above me triumphantly. “Well, how’s that hard-on now, slave?” she asked. “Show it to me. Move your hands out of the way,” she said, reaching down to see for herself.

My balls were aching badly, but I still had a bit of an attention-getting hard-on, much to her’s and my surprise.

“Hmmm maybe it’s not your balls that need a lesson, but your dick, huh, slave?” she asked, rhetorically, because she wasn’t expecting an answer from me anyway.

“Get up, slave” she said, reaching in-between my legs and pushing my hands aside to grip my sore balls herself. She squeezed and pulled me onto my knees and dragged me over to the stocks device, ignoring my yelps and moans. She told me to kneel in front of the stocks and got on the other side of the device so as to have better access to the locks. I then noticed that these stocks were slightly different in that there was a hole at the bottom of the contraption that seemed to line-up with my groin area.

She reached down to that exact location and unlocked the hole, exposing a kind of cradle that extended outwards. “Put your dick through that hole and place it on the support,” she ordered, pointing at the cradle.

I shuffled my knees forward and stuck my still-throbbing dick where she told me. “Move all of the way forward until your knees are flush against the bottom. Sit up on your knees straight and push yourself forward until your dick is extended all the way in, ” she directed me.

I complied, though doing it gingerly so as to not risk bouncing my testicles anymore than I needed to. She walked around behind me and said “Lift up your arms above your head and reach high.” She then snapped a pair of handcuffs on my wrists and said “Don’t move, slave.” She got a ladder and used it to reach for something in the ceiling. It was a hook attached to a rope attached to a pulley which was attached to a floor joist. The other end of the rope also had a hook on it and was brought down to a level a little above my waist. She walked over to the tool cabinet and extracted some rubber bands and a small length of clothesline cord. She walked back to where I was kneeling, arms still above my head.

She reached-up and hooked the handcuffs to the uppermost hook and then leaned down to grab my nutsack behind me. I let out a yelp of pain to which she answered with “Honey, you don’t know what pain is yet,” and laughed out loud.

She doubled-up on the rubberbands and slipped them over my balls and wrapped the clothesline around them firmly, making and pulling a slipknot tight around them. She then yanked my balls up and lined the clothesline up with the crack of my ass and tied it to the other hook from the ceiling, with no slack in the cord. I now could not bring my arms down for fear of ripping off my already tortured balls.

She stepped back and looked at her handiwork. She walked around in front of me, and pulled-up a chair to sit right in front of me and my dick. She walked back over to the tool cabinet and retrieved a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She sat down in front of me with a satisfied smile.

“Well, well, well. You are now in quite the predicament, aren’t you, slave? Can’t bring your arms down, and if you try to back your dick out of it’s slot, you will also place pressure on your balls,” she said, clucking her tongue in fake sympathy.

“Well, now I think you’ve deserved a longer look at my tits, so, I’m going to give it to you,” she said, taking off her tank top in one motion and throwing it in my surprised face. The shirt fell away to reveal those awesome breasts again for my eyes. She spread her legs in the chair but did not take off her jeans, giving me that little “Uh-uh, no pussy yet, little man” look. My dick started throbbing immediately, much to my chagrin, but Mistress Scarlett gave a surprising answer to it.

“It’s okay, slave. This time, I want that dick as hard as you can get it. Really” she said, reaching for the cigarette pack and extracting one. She flicked the lighter and lit it and took a big drag on it.

“Yeah, I know, these are bad for me, but I exercise and eat well, so, one bad habit is okay. For me, anyway. Not so much for you, probably, huh?” she asked.

I was about to respond when she suddenly leaned forward and flicked the hot ash directly onto the head of my dick. I screamed at the sudden heat applied. I also jerked my dick back in response to the pain and promptly experienced the yank on my nuts from above, causing me to jam my dick back into the hole… whereupon it ran right back into the hot end of her cigarette, which she apparently positioned because she anticipated my reaction perfectly.

I screamed even louder than before because suddenly I was touching the raw heat of the cigarette and begged her, “Please, PLEASE, NO! Take it away! I’ll do anything you want, Mistress Scarlett! AGHHHHHHHH!”

She just smiled and calmly removed the heat, but only to take another drag, and she put that end of the cigarette right back down to flick the ash back onto the dick, but this time, the foreskin got burned. I gritted my teeth and held my dick in place, suffering the slow cooling of the ash as it burned it’s heat away on my dick.

“So, how do my tits look now, slave?” Mistress Scarlett asked, winking at me.

“Great, Mistress Scarlett,” I whimpered. “Yeah, I see that, slave. Your dick is still hard,” she responded, shaking her head. “I can see you’re going to be a tough student to train, slave, but, it’ll be worth it to tame that lust of yours.” I was crying now from the pain of the hot ash and singeing I got from the lit end. She continued to smoke and flick the ash onto and around all of my exposed dick, and my dick remained hard as a rock throughout the torture.

She was getting near the end of the cigarette, took one look at my dick, took one look at the rest of her cigarette. She got up, and without warning, lifted my dick up and shoved the cigarette underneath it, then mashed it down on top of the still- lit cigarette.

I screamed at the unbelievable onrush of pain as she used her hands to mash the underside of my penis onto the lit cigarette, crushing it out.

“There, wasn’t that special” she sneered, observing my drained look and anguish on my face. Oh, god, my dick hurt, and, it wasn’t throbbing too much anymore. The red-hot heat quelled the sex interest pretty much right away.

She was breathing hard from obvious lust at causing and seeing me suffer, and I was breathing hard from the agony of having a burnt cock. Then, she reached over and extracted a second cigarette to light it up. My eyes opened in amazement and horror because there appeared to be a lot more in store for me. Just then, I also heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and a female voice that called out, “Yoo-hoo! Scarlett! Are ya down here?”

“Yes, can’t you hear my new trainee’s screams of pain up there?”, Scarlett responded to this new woman. They both laughed out loud at that one and I realized something worse was likely coming into my future.

To be continued …

Originally posted 2010-07-23 15:27:40.

Wife Exposes Husband as Bisexual Cocksucker

by Daydreamer

Do you ever have some event or events that happened to you when you were younger, maybe as a child or a teen. Possibly even as an adult? I have. Many, in fact. I’ve led a full life, a few regrets, but mostly warm moments that still come back to remind me. Especially the one, I’m about to tell you.

Upon graduating from high school, I joined the Army. While many of my friends were rushing off to spend the next four years,at a university, I wanted to take a break from life. Hang out with no responsibilities for an enlistment, then come back home and study for an engineering degree. I could live at home so my folks would have no housing nor food costs to add to the burdensome financial load.

Oh, I wasn’t going to put that on my folks! Mom and dad were the best ever. They’d offered to pay but I said thanks, I’d rather do it myself. Be a man, that sort of thing.

I took part time job that dad helped me get in his firm. I’d not only get paid but get some expedience with the techs in his engineering department. A step up from what my friends were getting. When I graduated with my masters degree, dad’s firm had offered me a job. So it was, that on Friday I walked across the stage to accept my diploma, and walked into my company cubicle at 8:00 AM on the following Monday. Life was good!

* * *

Now, 15 years later I was driving home after a tougher than usual Friday. I could already taste that cool beer, Carol would have waiting for me. It was our regular celebration of the beginning of the week end. She had called with promises of an interesting evening.

Carol is quite pretty, petite, very vivacious, nice body, and a mind that goes where most women’s don’t. I was excited just thinking about what she had planned. I knew that the instant I walked through that door from the garage into the kitchen she’d be there. A cool beer for me in one hand; a wine for her in the other. She’d be dressed in a way that could make me forget the beer! Oh, yeah, Carol baby!

Approaching home I was so caught up in thoughts about stepping into our castle, that I didn’t notice the four men standing on the sidewalk next to the drive way. One of them waved to me as I pulled into the garage, stopped the car, and got out.

“Oh, sir,” a voice said from the group. “We were wondering if you could help us.”

I paused, my fingers only an inch away from garage door remote. Looking at them, I thought, ‘just a few seconds with these guys and I can go inside.’ I walked outside the garage and said, “Sure. What do you need?”

The taller of the group walked up to me, pulled a hand gun from his belt and said in a low voice. “Don’t make no problems and we won’t make you no problems.”

“Uhm… Sure,” I said. “No problem from me.”

“You just turn around and walk into your home, close the garage door, and we’ll talk.”

‘Holy shit!’ I was thinking. Carol would be dressed in a way that would not inspire idle chat. Yet there was no way I could warn her. Oh, my gawd. I did the only thing, I could think of and prayed for her safety.

With everybody in the garage, I pushed the button on the wall and the door began its descent. Just for one wild instant I thought of turning, confronting my captors, and rushing them. Any sound of a shot would surely alert Carol and she’d have a chance to hide.

Then I knew that she’d come rushing to the door, fearful, only to see my lifeless body slide to the floor of the garage. These guys, probably from the bottom of societies barrel would have their way with her. OK, that’s not going to work.

Opening the door it was just as I feared. Carol was in her most enticing: nothing but that slave collar I’d given her for our second anniversary, rings in her pierced nipples, and her lusciously shaved pussy. She was holding the beer and a wine in each hand.

The smile vanished from her face, as she realized someone were with me. Her hands began to tremble. The beer was holding its own, but the wine was splashing all over.

“Well, well,” said the tall guy, I assumed was the leader. “Lookie here. A pretty little waitress doll.”

“Please,” I said to the leader. “Please don’t hurt her! Please!”

He looked at me, and said, “You ain’t got no say in this, ass hole, so do us all a favor and shut up.”

“We have money. Please take it and go.”

He whirled around and said, “I told you to shut up. Now do it.”

I shut up.

He and the others must have been getting hard ons in seeing my lovely wife naked and ready for a good time. I was. Instead of ignoring the S.O.B. and begging for mercy, I felt my cock rising.

The fright from seeing the gun and now this! I was unbelievably horny.

To my relief, the leader who told us his name was Richard, explained in a very civilized way that he and his three friends had escaped from the jail in town. All they wanted was a place to stay until the heat was off. They’d leave then.

“You, pretty one. Go put on some clothes.” Carol walked off still holding the mostly-empty wine glass and the beer.

“Now, you. What’s your name and hers?”

“I’m Joe. My wife is Carol.”

“OK, Joe. Here’s what you and Carol are going to do for us.” He explained that they were hungry. We’d fix them something, a sandwich, some beer, and we’d spend a quiet evening watching TV.

At least that’s what he said.

Carol returned wearing old sweat pants and baggy t-shirt. The difference between her sexy departure and return as the standard house wife was dramatic. Her change from nude to not, had little effect on we men.

I still had a hard on. These guys who probably hadn’t been with a woman in days, maybe weeks, were probably just as hard. I snuck a quick peek at the crotches of the three of them. Yep. Still hard.

I still can’t think of why my eyes lingered on the bulge in the one guy’s pants. If fabric didn’t lie, it was quite large. I began to wonder, just how large. It looked to be in the eight-inch, definitely thick. Was he cut?

“You and Mrs. Carol here are going to make us some food. In the kitchen Got it?”

“Uh huh,” I said agreeably.

“Look. We want this to go smoothly, so just behave and we’ll be gone soon. Oh, yeah, and these guys are Ted, Aaron, and Don.” Don’s bulge was still apparent.

I nodded dumbly and went into the kitchen to help Carol. Don went with us just to make sure we didn’t try to rush into the garage and try for a getaway. He stood by the door to the garage, arms akimbo, gun in his hand, and stared at Carol. His cock was still hard. So hard! So big!

I did manage to keep my eyes mostly on food preparation with Carol doing most of the prep while I fetched items.

She set the food and beers on the table and said, “OK, fellas, food on. Come and get it”

The other three moved quickly into the kitchen to take places at the table. Big dong stood by the door. We stayed out of the way.

After all had eaten, they took beers with them, back to the family room. Their main interest was the news so that’s what we watched for the next hour. After the initial breaking news, picture of the four escapees were shown on the screen. “These men are armed and possibly dangerous.” came the warning as the new man stared meaningfully at his audience.

The rest of the evening passed quietly. At 10:30 I announced that Carol and I would like to go to bed. That’s when things changed.

Richard told us, OK, but we’d be in separate bedrooms. Oh, shit! Carol. Alone? What if…

He assured me that she’d not be “lonely,” one of them would keep her company. I swallowed knowing what she would be faced with. When Don took her hand, she looked at me with what I could only believe was fear. He led her away.

“OK, Joe. You go with Ted. Nighty night.”

I rose and walked to the guest bedroom. Ted followed along behind me, I could almost feel his eyes on my ass. Or maybe I was hoping.

Inside he pulled a chair over by the door and ordered me to strip naked. “Just so you don’t have no ideas about running into the street,” he informed me.

Reluctantly I undressed down to my briefs. “Those too,” he indicated. Turning my back to him, I pushed them down and stepped out. There was no way I could walk to the bed without exposing my erection. ‘Why was I so excited?’ I wondered again.

“Whew!” whistled Ted. “That is one nice cock you got, Joe.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled pulling back the sheet and blanket and climbing in. I reached for the lamp, to turn it off but Ted said, “We need a little light in here so I can see you.” I pulled my hand back. “Your watch and jewelry too. Put them on the nightstand.” I complied, wanting only to sleep.

I couldn’t though, imagining the suffering Carol must be going through when, when I heard a light tap at the door. Ted rose and opened the door. There was a brief chuckle, and he took something from the visitor. Closing the door, he turned to face me.

In his hand was the strap on dildo Carol used on me!

“Well, well. Your lady says you like a little of this.” He held it up. My eyes followed. ‘Why had Carol….’ Then I it came back to me! That night we had really gotten randy and each told of our most private sexual thoughts. I confessed my desire to know what it felt like to be fucked. She told me she wanted to be gang raped!

I wondered if she was getting her wish now. By telling her captives of my wish, was she offering my ass up to them?

Ted had placed the dildo and a small bottle on the night stand. He was undressing, each item coming off in slow motion. When he’d dropped his pants, exposing his briefs, I gulped as I stared at the thing that lay beneath it. Off they came to be tossed aside, and he walked meaningfully toward me, his six inches of meat waving as he moved.

“Carol says that you like cock so I’m gonna make you real happy.” He tossed aside the blankets, and knelt by my face. “Suck me,” he commanded.

It was no use pretending any longer. I smiled up at him and said in my most sexy voice, “You don’t have to be so pushy, honey.” His precum-dripping cock disappeared into my mouth which had suddenly become hungry for this kind of meat.

I feasted, holding back nothing. His balls thoroughly licked and sucked. My tongue rose and fell on that beautiful shaft many times before I returned to suckle his head.

“My gawd but you’re good,” he whispered over and over until he pulled it from my mouth aching for more. “I want this load where it belongs. Up your pussy ass. Now get that lube, loosen your self up, and put it on my cock.”

I was so excited and I guess he could tell. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” he asked with a grin.

“Not with a real one, but I’ve wanted to. Just didn’t know how to tell Carol.”

“She’s gonna know now, lover,” he said lowering himself over me.

I spread one cheek and used my other hand to guide his cock head to my puckered tunnel.

“How do you like it, sweet heart?” he asked.

“Push in slowly just past the muscle then more quickly the rest of the way. After that, it’s your choice.”

It was wonderful! I’d spent may hours wondering what it would be like, a real cock connected to a real man. Like my neighbor Pete. Now there was a guy who took charge. How I wished Ted were Pete. With the image of his sweet dick in my pussy, I came. Panting and gasping, my balls poured their elixir between us.

Only seconds later, Ted groaned “Ughhhh…” and plunging into my ass, trying to get even deeper than before. Holding there, he moaned, “Oh sweet gawd, I’m cumming. Ughhh…! I felt his cock jerk three times. Ted collapsing onto me. We stared at each other, our eyes expressing the want we each felt. His lips pressing against mine. Opening my mouth, his tongue slid in for me to suck like a small penis. OhMyGawdOhMyGawdOhMyGawd!

So unlike a woman’s kiss, his mouth filled me with desire. No. Not just a desire, but a craving unlike I’d ever experienced before. I knew he felt it too for our mouths were hungry for each other’s flesh.

As we fed, his flaccid prick slipped from my tunnel, to flop wetly against my crack. A stream of cum followed, running down my ass. Just like my cum did to Carol’s.

We were writhing against each other when the door opened. With one eye, I noticed it was Richard and Carol. Ted broke the kiss, albeit reluctantly.

“Hi Richard,” he said.

“Hello yourself. I see it worked,” Richard replied with a grin pointing to the dildo still standing on where Ted had left it.

“Worked? What do you mean?” I asked for I was truly puzzled.

“I told him that if he showed you my dildo, you’d beg for his cock. Did you?” Carol asked smiling.

“Uh huh!” I replied enthusiastically.

Carol came over and sat on the bed by me. “Did you suck his cock, honey?” she whispered into my ear. “Did you like it?”

“Yes,” I said proudly.

“I got my wish too. You know the one where I wanted to be gang raped. Real men with real cocks that went deep! You just wouldn’t have fit into that party.”

Somehow it didn’t matter anymore. “I’m glad you got your wish,” I said. She turned and moved next to Richard and took his hand.

“Well,” said Richard. “Don likes his sucked too. Come on in, Don.”

Don stepped through the door naked. His semi-rigid cock was shiny Carol’s recently applied cunt juices.

“Ted why don’t you get off of our pussy boy so he can kneel on the floor and suck Don.”

He all but bounded off of the bed. Standing beside it, he extended his hand to help me get up. I didn’t bother standing but dropped to my knees immediately. Taking Don’s long hard dong in my hand, I looked up at him and said, “It’s beautiful!”

“Will you listen to him, Richard. My husband loves cock.“

Then I lowered my head to begin lapping at his precum. After less than a minute, he grabbed my head, and said to Carol. “Come over here and steady him.”

She moved behind me to press her cum-soaked pussy against the back of my head then clamped her hands together to face Don’s onslaught. “You’re gonna love this, cock sucker,” Don said grinning. He began to thrust in and out of my mouth, all the way into my throat which I took without gagging. When he was done, he shot his load onto my tongue and ordered me to swallow it.

“No,” exclaimed Ted, kneeling beside me. “Let’s share.” Our mouths once again pressed together for us to snowball Don’s cream back and forth. When we each had about half, I swallowed. In all this, my cock had grown hard again. Reaching down, I felt Ted’s erection.

“If you folks don’t mind, Joe and I are going back to bed.” Midst chuckles and laughter, I heard Richard say. “You two deserve each other. We’re going now.”

Just as I lay back on the bed and Ted positioned himself over me, I saw Carol pick up my watch and ring. “You might as well have these, looks like my husband has found a new love. She hissed out the word husband like it was no longer relevant.

Being her husband was no longer relevant. I was never meant to be married to a woman. Ted had opened my eyes to where I really belonged.

I heard Richard say to Don, “Carol is going to pack up a few things and we’ll take her car. You guys can stay and enjoy the show.”

As Ted lowered his cock into my mouth for me to begin worshiping it, I felt his lips close around mine.

Aaron joined Don watching us sucking each other. “I get Joe, you can have Ted.” Don said to Aaron. “This could be a lot of fun, huh.”

“Looks like it may take awhile, I’ll get a couple of beers.”

Is that what they really said or what I hoped. I was going to enjoy their stay.

By the same writer: Cuckolded Husband Becomes a Man’s Sissy Sex Slave and She Made Him Her Boyfriend’s Sex Slave.

Originally posted 2013-08-31 06:04:17.

Mistress Torturer

When you awake from your troubled slumbers she stands before you and you remember that you are bound and helpless in a dark dank basement chamber. Her dungeon.

Poor fool you had no inkling of the consequences of that first letter you wrote to this pitiless woman. Woman? You’ve never see your torturer other than this. Behind that mask, under the corset is their a robot or nonhuman monster. A demon from a Place you don’t believe exists.

The moment you met her you almost fainted. Merely standing in the doorway she seemed to suggest vistas of degradation and pain beyond the edges of your fantasies. So right, so wrongly right.

Hungry with anticipation you almost volunteered your submission before it was solicited. No limits. No safe word. What wouldn’t you have agreed to in your haste to kneel before her.

Nightly you suffered. Who knew there were so many pathways to pain. With what contempt you could regard yourself.

You no longer even wished you could escape. Your doom seemed ordained. Would that it came soon.

More terrifying that the hurt and humiliation was her impersonality.

Does your torturer enjoy her work on your body and spirit. Her emotions remain unguessable behind the the unmoving mask. She never speaks. Her movement is steady, never quick. No visible sign of enthusiasm. It is as if she is a gifted craftswoman of pain performing a routine task with disinterested competence.

What are the motives of her sadism? Even in your near terminal condition you have to believe she enjoys your suffering.

You will never know just as you will never escape the trap you set for yourself.

You await the kindness of oblivion.

masked female torturer




Originally posted 2013-02-24 06:16:49.

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!

She Made Him Her Boyfriend’s Sex Slave

by daydreamer

I met Linda at a rather small and intimate dinner. It wasn’t until much later in our dating that she informed me that she’d met me before although I hadn’t known her. “You’re perfect for the boy friend I need,” she’d told but that was it, no follow up.

You have to see and meet this marvelous woman to understand how I fell so quickly under her spell. Physically she was as close to perfection, as I every imagined I’d be dating. Beautiful, gracious, loving. I could ask for nothing more.

After dating her for a month before she’d let me enjoy her many sensual and sexual pleasures, she informed me that she had another boy friend. I was completely shocked at this notice. Was she kicking me out? Saying good-bye? None of those.

“Oh, don’t be such a fussy!” she said in trying to reconcile my disappointment. “You are the perfect man that I and, especially, Steve needs.”

“Huh. Perfect for Steve?” I asked incredulously. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Let me refresh your memory, darling,” she said kissing me lightly on my lips. “Remember that party you attended, about a month ago. Restricted to men only? That one?”

I gasped and blushed in embarrassment that she’d know that I was a cock sucker with an ass that begged for cock to be stretching it.

“Does that ring a bell, lover?” I nodded dumbly. “That cock you sucked and which later filled your bottom belongs to Steve. He wants you back.”

I was lost, helpless. Recalling how well Steve had satisfied my desires for men, and how much Linda could could satisfy my desires for a woman, I agreed.

My understanding of the three-fold relationship I envisioned was not to be. That first night as a threesome, Linda and I were naked, in bed, kissing and fondling each other. Steve walked through the door, greeted me with, “Hi, cock sucker.”

He quickly undressed, throwing clothes everywhere, then piled into bed, pushing me aside. The next 20 minutes were an agony for me. I watched them kiss and touch. I watched Linda suck his long dong. Then watched as she mounted her body atop his rod to impale herself and do all the fucking while he lay back enjoying the sight of her bouncing boobs and luscious body writhing above him. When she came with a scream, he followed shortly. Linda immediately rolled off of him exposing his partially erect cock, now covered with his sperm and her juices. I didn’t need to be instructed in my duties.

I sucked and cleaned his cock back to hardness as Linda lay watching, commenting on my fellatory skills. “He’s ready now,” Steve explained pulling his erect prick from my mouth.

“On your back,” he ordered. I complied knowing the next event.

My legs back, and cheeks spread, Steve didn’t bother with any sweet talk, but promptly shoved his manhood deeply into my anus. I was in heaven once more with his steady thrust in and retreat out. Linda came close to offer me her nipple which was stiff from this visual display of sensuality.

We came, Steve and I, nearly simultaneously. I to a hoarse groan, he to a cry of victory for he knew now that he and Linda owned both my body and my soul.

I was learning my place. That place I longed to be and longed to serve them

See Boyfriend Learns to Suck Cock.

Originally posted 2013-06-03 06:15:20.

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.