Fun & Games 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

There were murmurs of sympathy around the table.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>Snickt<

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

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

Dianne let her eyes adjust to the dark.

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

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

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

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

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

“Then how come Melissa always draws top?”

“Would you do anything to annoy Melissa?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t you trust me?”

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

“No.”

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

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

Jackson’s breath whistled quietly between his teeth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jackson reached for a KEvannex.

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

Teacher Student Scenario 1

True Expierence by Ranbir

This is a True Teacher Student Scenario personally expiernced but being narrated in third peron. This wa my girl friend who Becomes a Teacher & the Male is a Student. This is how it goes. The Game Rules are laid by lady as follows:

  1. You will address me as Miss.
  2. You will obey me at all costs.
  3. You will not answer back.
  4. You will undergo all & any punishment I give you however difficult or strict it may be.
  5. Lastly you will promise that if you do not like my punishments or any of the punishment you will not go & complain to any body but you would stop coming from tomorrow.

Is that clear? She said what yes? He answered “Yes Miss “ Ok fine come tomorrow at 6.00 p.m. sharp.

It’s a beautiful house which is kind of a Duplex house sort of a country house but in the heart of city. All around the house they are big Bungalows & lot of greenery. Just outside the house there is a street road which is not a main road but an approach road & across the road is a huge public lawn, which has a concrete walk way for people to have there morning & evening walks, the lawn also has a few rides for the kids to play around, & the lawn also has a few street lights with sulphur bulbs, but are not very adequate for the size of the lawns hence by late evening the lawn wears quite a deserted look with just one or two oldies are there for a walk, hence neither it has too many people nor it is totally deserted in the evenings.

The house is just opening in to this lawn & the moment you enter from the main door you are in to a beautiful sitting area, which is well furnished with besides normal sofas it has low wooden settees of velvet covers & is wall to wall carpeted. On the extreme left is the guests loo & straight ahead is your open kitchen with a defined dining area. Your kitchen is equipped with all the modern cooking gadgets & you have a lovely dining counter with dining stools instead of traditional dining table & chairs, & on the extreme right is small beautiful bar counter. Now right from the centre there is beautifully curvy wooden stair case going up where you have your 2 bedrooms & a study room. The study room too is well furnished & is facing the same lawn with a PC on the left & decent size of study table adjacent to it with wooden racks on the bask wall where you have all your study books & other reading material is stacked. Now this study room has huge sliding doors which open in to a beautiful terrace which is over looking that road & the lawn. Your terrace to has lots pots & plants & a few garden chairs with a small table also.

Now he rings the call bell at her main door & she answers the door & he says “ Good Evening Maam “ She just nods.

She was looking so ravishing with a Navy Blue formal trousers & a Plain white top which is like a small shirt, with cuts on the sides so that the shirt is not meant to be tucked inside. She was wearing a white cotton Bra of ‘D” shape & the outline of the Bra is clearly visible through her shirt & this is giving a definition to her breasts. She has beautiful well balanced hands which are long in shape & long but not so long nails, has lovely suck able fingers erotically ideal for pulling somebody’s ears . Polished nails with a shiny pink nail polish & are wearing a lovely dainty kind of a golden watch in her rather right hand. Beautiful lick-able lips with lower lip a little heavier than the upper one hence oozes sex from the lips itself & the darkish shade pink of wet lipstick with a still darker pencil used to outline the shape of the lips not only really accentuates the shape of the lips but also the sexual aspect of her personality. Her short hair are neatly & tightly tied up in a ponytail which is also giving an overall neatness to her face but also giving her some height. She has got small ears but with a little hanging longish type of really sexy ear lobes, rather the kind of ears which gives a kick to males.

Originally posted 2008-08-15 06:38:47.

They Turned Me into a Bottom Butt Boy

I find myself naked and handcuffed. Mia and Betty are taking there revenge on me, their muscular friend Buzz is here to make sure I’m compliant. I’m taken to the shower, my body covered from the neck down with hair removing lotion. Ten minutes later I’m as smooth as a 12 year old girl.

Buzz is gay. Under threat of being forcibly sodomised, I am made to kneel and give my first blowjob while the girls video tape me. “Faster,” Buzz says as I work his head with my lips and tongue. “Squeeze my balls,” he moans, and I do. “Open wide,” he grunts, jerking of onto my face. “He’s got a hard-on,” Betty says, panning down from my come spattered face to my stiff cock. “He loves sucking dick.”

Still taping, they take me to the bedroom, remove the handcuffs, and dress me in a padded bra, a cheerleader’s skirt and sweater, thigh high fishnet stockings, and high heels. I watch in the mirror as Mia applies heavy makeup to my face. Gradually, my features are softened and soon I look like a semi-attractive woman. The finishing touch is a long blond wig. “There,” says Mia, “pretty as a picture.”

Betty warns me that if I’m disobedient my manager at work will receive a copy of my “little tape.” I resign myself to whatever fate the girls have in store for me. I’m still dressed like a cheerleading hooker as the four of us go out to the car. I have to keep my hands at my sides, to keep my skirt from blowing up and revealing my bare ass and crotch. In the car, Betty tells me to “talk like an air head.” She has me say “I’m a slut,” in several different high pitched voices until I sound “convincing.”

They drive me to my friend Dick’s apartment. Inside, my friends Dick, Dack, and Mack are sitting around watching TV. Betty introduces me as Cherry, and to my surprise they don’t seem to recognize me. Betty says I’m a friend of Buzz’s and that I need to practice my blowjob’s.

Next thing I know I’m sucking the cocks, fondling the balls, and swallowing the come of my three best friends, who all think I’m some slut named cherry. Of course Mia is video taping the whole thing. When I’m done, Mack suggests that maybe I’d like to practice a couple other things, but Betty quickly cuts in. “We’ve got plan’s right now.” “Maybe later,” she says with a wink as we are leaving.

“Your getting pretty good as sucking cock there Cherry,” Mia says when we get back to the car. “Yeah,” Betty agrees, “I thought Mack was going to propose.” Betty, Mia, and Buzz are still laughing as we pull into traffic.

We drive to Betty’s apartment. There, we watch the video tape of me sucking off Buzz, being cross dressed, and sucking of my three best friends. After that, the girls take me to the bathroom and give me a hot soapy enema. They repeat the treatment several times, until I’m “Nice and clean.”

“The guys will be here soon,” Buzz tells us when we return to the living room. “Well we better get Cherry ready then,” Mia says, producing a tube of ky-jelly and a small vibrator. Mia positions me on my back on the floor and has me pull my knees to my chest, while Betty turns the video recorder back on. The slick vibrator stings a bit when it pierces my ass. But, it’s only about an inch thick so Mia can easily push the whole thing into my hairless asshole. It is uncomfortable, but not painful. Mia twists the base of the vibrator, turning it. The sensation is incredible and my dick swells quickly. Betty moves in for a close up of my ass and crotch. “He loves getting it in the ass … Good thing!”

The guys turned out to be Dick, Dack, and Mack. While Mia explained to them that Cherry wanted to “practice” taking it up the ass, Betty takes me to the bedroom. “Lay face down and keep your legs together, unless you want your friends to know it’s you.” Then Mia brings the guys, and the video camera, into the room.

Dack goes first. He lubricates his cock with KY, straddles my thighs, and lifts my skirt exposing the tops of my stockings and my bare ass. His slick warm head slides down my crack to my anus. Then he begins to push. I grit my teeth as his thick cock stretches my virgin asshole open wide. After a short series of stabbing thrusts I feel his warm wet wad filling my bowls.

Seconds after Dack pulls his softening cock from my ass it is replaced by Mack’s fully hard member. Mack’s balls slap against my ass with each of his long strokes. Fifteen minutes later, with a grunt and a final jab, Mack shoots his hot spunk into my aching asshole.

Betty spreads my cheeks as Dick slips into my well fucked anus. He pumps into me faster and faster. Suddenly he’s coming hard, my ass, stomach, and dick pulse in unison with his throbbing cock.

The guys leave the bedroom. Betty has me roll over to see if I have a hard-on. “He really loves getting ass fucked!” she says, while she gets a close up of my spent cock and the puddle of my come.

Originally posted 2011-07-17 05:35:37.

Ms Strict 5

He heard a chuckle from behind him. ‘Ahh… nice of you to join us.’ And then after trying to jump up, realized that he couldn’t move, he was truly attached to the bench naked and there was someone else there. And that someone else definitely sounded female.

He began struggling against his bonds, but he was truly stuck, arms and legs attached tightly to the bench. He blushed in embarrassment, ‘What the hell! Let me go, there is a mistake! How did I get tied up here? Who are you?! You don’t live here.’

‘My, my, such a lot of questions from someone who is in, ah shall we say, no POSITION to get any answers?’ From where she was standing, all he could see were her legs from about the knees down, and attractive legs they were. He couldn’t believe he was thinking things like that, bent over, face down, and tied up. God, what would she do, she could be some sort of psycho burglar or something! He felt her hand on his butt again and he tried to squirm away from her.

‘Lara?’ Are you here?’ He heard the voice of his neighbor from upstairs. Then he heard footsteps on the stairs.

‘Down here Taylor. Just looking over the little present you left me.’ He had renewed struggling and she was Taylorting his butt like you would Taylor a puppy’s head.

‘Present? I didn’t leave anything… Oh my, what do we have here? My goodness, Ted!? Is that you? What ARE you doing?’

‘Ah… well…. I was just sort of experimenting a bit and the next thing I knew I was permanently attached. Can you let me loose and I will just get dressed and go?’ He knew his entire body was probably blushing, he could just imagine what he looked like and he didn’t like the way he was feeling in the least. On the one hand, he was EXTREMLY embarrassed, on the other, he was extremely turned on by being helpless in front of these two women.

‘Experimenting? Just how do you experiment naked and bound?’

‘Taylor, the bound part is my fault.. I came down and found him oblivious and having a rather fun dream by the look of him and the little puddle under the bench, and figured it was something you set up for me. I just attached him to the rings. I am beginning to see that that wasn’t the case. Although,’ and she reached between his legs and wrenched a moan from him by grabbing his still extremely hard privates, ‘he doesn’t seem to be too dismayed by this sort of thing. But I guess I should let him loose then.’

‘Just a second, before we do that. Just what are you doing in here Ted? This wasn’t a part of the house that you had chores in. And naked, draped over the bench on top of everything?’

‘Well, I ran into the plans in the workshop. And it.. well they got my curiosity going. Sorry, didn’t mean to snoop, but I couldn’t help myself. Come on, we could talk about this sitting down upstairs couldn’t we?’ He realized his voice had taken on a bit of a pleading tinge, rather than the indignant tone he had managed before. And he also noticed no one seemed to be in a big hurry to untie him.

‘So you felt the need to go exploring? And to play with my toys? So you decided to try out some of the bigger toys.. NOBODY plays with my toys without permission, that is a primary rule around here. Why would that be, do you think Lara?’

‘Secret desires? Unadmitted needs? Overwhelming desire to volunteer?’

‘Unfulfilled dreams?’

‘No no, nothing like that.. it is just that the guy in the video….’

‘Video!??’ He realized that something in her voice had changed and he had probably made a rather big mistake. ‘Let’s just leave him there until we get to the botTed of this. You watched my videos?’

‘Well you said I could and there was one in the machine and I was curious. Please let me loose, c’mon, I feel silly like this!’

‘I said you could make yourself at home, nothing was said about rifling through my personal stuff. What else have you done, you naughty boy?’

‘Nothing, I haven’t done anything. Why are you accusing me of that.. Naughty? No not me, let me loose damn it, this is humiliating!’

‘Oh, Taylor, I sense a guilty conscience there, don’t you? Confession is so good for the soul.’ She had been standing there the whole time with her hand on his dick. It was difficult enough to talk while being naked with his ass in the air, but with a young girls hand on his dick. He moaned as she began to stroke him. ‘You know the rules of course. We do nothing without your consent, you can stop us at any time, and of course, you do consider yourself sane at this time to consent to what we shall do? Shall I stop or shall we continue to discuss your naughtiness?’

He was rather incoherent at this point, it had been so long since someone besides himself had touched him there. He heard the word ‘stop’ and somehow that was the only thing that registered. Although it barely registered and he found himself saying, ‘Stop? Oh no.. please, don’t stop.’ The stroking continued, then slowed.

‘And if you want us to stop at ANY time, just say the word ‘Red’ and we will stop and you will be free to go? Do you understand?’

He heard himself say, ‘Yes, I understand. Please don’t stop.’ The words were coming out of his mouth and he seemed strangely disconnected from them.

‘Hmm, well then. Taylor, if you would do the honors, I think I will just stay here and play with my new toy.’ Her fingers were doing incredible things to his dick and his balls. There were little voices at the back of his head. The quiet voice was incredibly offended by a stranger fondling his privates and seemed to be lecture him on propriety and proper conduct with young ladies, but the louder voice seemed to be all for it and he found himself moaning in pleasure. He also could feel himself dripping onto her hand. It would be just a short time before he came if she didn’t stop. Then something else intruded on his concentration. Someone was talking to him and he could barely understand it beyond the sensations that were taking all of his concentration. The fondling stopped.

‘What??’

‘Ah, we seem do have a concentration problem here, don’t we Lara? Well, we will just have to see if we can get his attention back.’

He could see her walk over to the wall and take down what looked like a Ping-Pong paddle. It was one of the more normal looking things that you would see hanging on a basement wall and he hadn’t paid too much attention to it. She walked around behind him and again all he could see were legs. She began lightly smacking his botTed. He smirked and thought, ‘Oh yea, like this is supposed to get my attention. What am I, a little kid that needs to have his botTed paddled?’ He just wished this would be over soon and the other person would start playing with him again. No, no that wasn’t it.. they needed to let him go, so he could leave, he kept getting distracted.

‘Do we have your attention now? Good, so what else have you done that you shouldn’t have? You watched one of the videos? Anymore? Did you have your own little film festival?’ The smacking continued, and the fondling had started again. He was finding it difficult to answer.

‘No, no, just the one that was in there. I had to go home then.’

‘Did you finish your chores?’

‘ooohh what?? Yes, I finished earlier.’ The smacking was beginning to get harder and it somehow seemed to intensify what those other hands were doing.

‘You know Lara, I was working in the yard a while back and found that the grass was all trampled outside my window. I can’t imagine how that would happen. And the stains on the siding. You wouldn’t know anything about that would you Ted??’

Lara had started raking her nails across the skin of his sac and he found himself squirming and moaning, intent on the feelings that were coming from between his legs, the smacking was just a distant annoyance. He was close to cumming, if she would just stroke him some more.

‘ohhhh god …..baseball.’

‘What is that? Baseball? That doesn’t make any sense. I think you need to explain that Ted.’

‘Chasing baseball, fell outside your window, didn’t mean to look.’ Everything stopped. Then his brain finally reconnected and he realized what he had just said. ‘Oh god…’

‘Oh god indeed!’ He heard evil chuckles from both women. ‘Well, well, well, seems we have a naughty boy indeed, not only does he take advantage of privileges he didn’t have, but is a peeping tom as well.’

‘I think he should be yours my dear, you were hoping for something to while away your time this summer, and since our boy here will be done with school next week, well, I think you should be able to have him, umm whipped into shape by fall. Shall we go upstairs and have some coffee and discuss his training?’

“Yep, good idea.’ They left and went upstairs.

this!?!?’ Feels awful damn real! ‘

Continued

Originally posted 2010-11-19 15:14:22.

Slave Sex Games

I have put on a wig of short dark hair. Fake eye lashes that are long and thick. Red lips and very severe makeup. I have my slave collar on and I am in a patent leather corset. I have also had breasts attached to me and they are covered by pointed patent leather covers that snap on and off.

My body of course is now completely shaved and I have on patent leather stockings, gloves and patent leather black shoes with stiletto three inch heels. I have pierced my nipples and underneath the fake full tits is a chain that runs from them down to a dildo that has been put up my ass.

My ass is covered but there too are snaps so that the bottom can be removed. My shaved cock hands out of the outfit.

Marlayna is her slave bitch self. on my hands and knees i await a male and a female slave….

Both of them enter and Mistress plays with them first. I am in the cage in the closet waiting. Mistress opens the door to the cage and I walk out with her on a leash. I am thinking we will go to New York and you can put me on a leash in public. I would like to go out as Marlayna on a leash in public. OOOO that would be fun.

We inspect the two of these slaves. Mistress can inspects the male, but I must inspect both of them. The first thing I do is have them stand up and not move. I walk around them and I lick my fingers I play with their nipples I touch there lips. I order them each to open their mouths just a little and then I kiss the boy and I French kiss the girl I slide my tongue deep inside her and I slide my middle finger inside her. At this point Mistress goes to a large throne and she sits in it. She wants to watch…….

I slide my middle finger in and out of the bitches pussy and I kiss her. The male slave stands there. He moves a little and I walk a way and get a paddle and I tell him never to move without Mistress?s approval. I take the paddle and give him five sharp whacks on his cute ass.

Then I walk around and say thank Mistress Marlayna. He says thank you but, I am not convinced. I pinch his nipples and I say no really thank me. He stares at me with a blank expression and I say wow are you stupid.

I walk around and I spank him once and say to thank me ….. (then I hit him again) ……. I want you …….. ( then I hit him again) ….. suck…… ( then I hit him again) ……. my bitch cock>>> OOOOO I walk around and smile at him.

Now do it fast and the slave drops to his knees and sucks on my cock. I pinch the nipples of my little female slave and I tell the bitch to watch him. does she like this? She says yes and I kiss her. I slide my tongue down her throat and I play with her nipples as the cute boy deep throats my organ. I stop kissing her and I tell her to get in position and I bend her over while the boy sucks on me I give the little slave bitch twenty little smacks on the ass. Then I tell the slave to stop sucking my dick and stand up.

I step away and I tell the naked slaves to come together and kiss each other and make each other very excited. I go over and kneel in front of my Mistress and kiss her fingers and lick her feet for giving the opportunity to warm up these two worthless slaves. Mistress now has me go over and get a strap on dildo for the female slave and I crawl over and get it.

I put it on and then Mistress says that she owns the three of us. And would like to be amused. It is time to pleasure Marlayna and make her suffer. She tells them that Marlayna loves women. God how she loves women, but it is important to pleasure her and torment her at the same time. So Marlayna loves to be fucked by women and she loves to be treated like a woman so we will honor this request and ……

She doesn?t really like to be touched by a man so the logical thing would be to have Mistress bring the male slave over and fuck Mistress while Marlayna fucks our little female slave. Mistress says this may be the logical thing but not as much fun so I want the male slave to climb up on this little table and play with himself. Get very hard and you little female slut stand up across from him and lubricate that long dildo. Marlayna I want you to please me and pleasing me is knowing that your going to do something for Mistress that makes you very uncomfortable crawl up on the table very slowly and suck on the cock of this male slave. I look at Mistress in horror I thought I did well.

She laughs and Marlayna immediately climbs up in between the two on all fours and deep throats the male slave. His shaved organ is large and red and Marlayna takes it all. Mistress walks over and turns on the video machine and sits in her throne….

Marlayna is sucking the cock of the slave she tormented, and then Mistress says okay my little slave bitch fuck poor Marlayna in the ass. She loves to fuck women so fuck her and the bitch rams the large black cock deep in my pussy. Mistress is laughing…. She says look how fun this is. She watches this seen and plays with herself.

My Teacher, My Wife

A young female teacher once slapped my face in 5th form – for being cheeky to her in class. Looking back on it now, I thoroughly deserved it and didn’t really find it all that painful. Much more painful was the severely onerous quantity of lines she had me write out for her after school as a further punishment.

As I spent hour after hour writing the lines for her, I couldn’t stop thinking of her and that faceslap. Perhaps it was the fact that she was so gorgeous and sexy, I began to fantasize about her giving me a really good face slapping.

Later in life, I was fortunate to marry an equally gorgeous teacher who loves to slap my face in simulated classroom scenarios. We have set aside a room in our house as her classroom where she takes me and warms my cheeks when the mood takes her. She dresses in the classic pencil slim mini skirt and stiff white blouse for these occasions. The session consists of the teacher examining the pupil orally, and all incorrect answers are punished with a stinging slap across the face.

My wife affirms that she particularly loves the sound of her beautiful hand landing full force on my cheek. Unfortunately, just like my teacher who gave me my first faceslap, my wife also loves giving me lines to write out as a punishment. Though I hate having to write lines – its the price I have to pay to have her beautiful hands repeatedly slap my face.

Originally posted 2009-04-04 17:59:21.

Femdom Pain Slave

All my life I have longed to be a total slave to a dominant woman or group of women who daily take delight in a nearly nonstop onslaught of extreme sexual abuse on my person. Each day begins with me being bound underneath their toilet seat and forced to consume any wastes, liquid and solid as they pour out of the orifices. To ensure that I satisfactorily accomplish this, one domme is always posted between my legs with her fingers gripping my cock and balls, squeezing and slapping as needed to ensure full and enthusiastic compliance on my part.

Often, a domme will elect to sit directly on my face and force her shit out into my mouth and up into her ass crack, then make me lick her asscheeks clean and swallow everything. Likewise, I’m forced during the day and night at any moment to apply my open mouth to any proffered cunt to gulp and totally consume a load of hot piss.

Frequent genital whippings, extreme cock and ball torture, including piercing and electro torture would be an ongoing part of each day, and interjected would be whippings, paddlings, spankings, plus savage and prolonged asshole rape, fisting, and rough deep insertions of huge dildos, vegetables and other objects calculated to cause great pain and stretching of my anal tissues.

I would frequently be placed underneath a female sub/slave in 69 position with my cock in her mouth and my mouth opened wide over her cunt. Then her lips would be sutured to the flesh around the base of my cock, and my lips would be sutured to her cunt lips. Our nipples would be sutured together then so that any movement by either one of us would result in severe pain to the sutured tissues.

My wrists are then bound to her ankles, her wrists to my ankles, and spreader bars affixed to hold our limbs wide apart. Next, males slaves would be brought in to ass rape the girl while the dommes take turns doing my ass with their fists and strapons. After several of the male slaves have ejaculated into the female slave’s asshole, their combined cum and her shit begin leaking out, running down her ass crack and into my mouth, seeping between our sewn together lips. Each time a domme pulls out of my asshole, their strapon or fist is wiped clean on the female slaves face and the male slaves wipe their cocks clean on my face.

Naturally all the pumping in and out at our assholes makes for a lot of movement and severe pain in our sewn together parts. During all of this, other dommes are alternating in whipping, paddling and electro torturing each of us at unexpected times and places on our bodies so that we are constantly jerking, convulsing, and moaning with pain and terror.

This torture scene goes on for hours, and occasionally the female slave and I are flipped over so she is underneath me, exposing my back and ass to the whips and paddles. When we are both pushed to utter exhaustion and about to pass out from the extremities of our tortures, each of us is filled with a full gallon enema of saved up piss laced with lots of lemon juice to induce severe cramping. Then our assholes are securely plugged and we are left to suffer for another hour, at which time we are placed in an inflatable wading pool, our ass plugs are removed and a replaced with short flexible plastic tubes which are inserted between the sutures into our mouths and the enemas released. Our instructions are to swallow everything we can, and since that proves to be impossible due to the force and fury with which the enemas are expelled, we find ourselves wallowing helplessly in an increasing depth of our own liquid wastes where we are left for the next few hours, relieved only by those of our tormenters who choose to come piss on us, shit on us, spit on us, jeer at us and humiliate us by naming us as filthsluts and human toilets.

Originally posted 2008-12-25 11:59:57.

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Dominant Wife Severely Punishes Slave Husband

Slave Husband’s Disciplinary Suffering

Miley was let from the car first. She brought the shovel and pick out from the trunk, unloaded the bags holding their bloody and dirty clothes, and gave a wave to Kirsten and Patricia. She carried the bags into the garage, then put the tools in the shed behind the house. Musing on the night’s activities, she let herself in the back door.

At once she went to the refrigerator and poured herself a large glass of milk. It soothed her dry throat and she licked her lips.

On her way to the master bedroom she slipped her own grime-slicked dress over her head and left it in the bathroom’s trashcan. She climbed into the shower and scrubbed herself down, languishing in the stream as it massaged her spine and the base of her neck . Miley stayed until the last of the hot water was gone.

She toweled down vigorously, then stroked baby talc over her alabaster skin and then, stretching, she stepped into the bedroom.

It was almost midnight, but she was far from bed. She still intended to party.

For some minutes she touched up her face with make-up. She slipped into a leather panty-thong, then a luxuriant full-body leather jumpsuit, which Miley laced at her wrists and ankles. She slid a pair of four-inch pumps onto her feet. Then she pulled the zipper at her crotch up until it came between her breasts, and around her waist she belted a three-inch wide stiff leather belt.

From a stand meant for holding wigs, Miley tenderly lifted a richly-fashioned executioner’s hood. She stroked its smoothness with her fingers; the breath in her throat, she let the soft leather fall over her face and hair. It was loose, spreading over her shoulders and upon her nape. She glanced into the mirror upon her oak dresser . the hood covered the top half of her face, and she met her eyes through the cut cat eyes. She saw her shadowed eyes, her cruel lips. Miley blew a kiss at her image.

Light-footed, she made her way through the house, down two flights of stairs, past the back door. At the bottom of the basement stairs there was a three-foot squared landing, with a metal fire door set between walls of cinder block and foundation concrete.

The door wasn’t meant to keep others out. Miley took the deadbolt key from its peg and fit it into the lock. It opened smoothly, and she entered.

With immense satisfaction, she took in the basement, built to her personal tastes. Glazed terra-cotta tiles, powdered cinder block walls, black lighting. In the near darkness, Miley picked out the working rack, the cage, the bondage chair and the horse . she grinned, knowing of one thing more which was not, at the moment, visible.

She reached a flipped a switch.

A spotlight lit upon the naked male strung out over a two-foot thick, three-foot high stone cylinder, rounded at the top and resembling a stiff male penis. It was set into the center of a shallow bowl, all set with tile, and a bondage ring set at each sign of the clock. The male was spread-eagled. Ropes leading from his wrists and ankles used four of the available rings, the forebone of his hip pressing upon the great cock’s head. His face appeared above his shoulders, as he lifted it towards Miley, features contorted in pain and exhaustion. Seeing her, his agony briefly gave over to grateful recognition . and then, helplessly, he dropped his head once again.

“Hello dear .” she said sweetly. “I’m home.”

It was her husband Jim. Her slave of eighteen months, of his own free will . in the beginning.

He’d never been a strong man. Three weeks after they’d met, Jim cried on her shoulder over some small thing, a depression he felt about losing his job. Miley remembered holding him, fascinated both by his vulnerability and his weakness, and still finding herself falling deep into desire for him. Their relationship grew . and he admitted his personal quest for bondage and discipline. She listened to his stories, to his requests, and began to explore them herself . and she learned.

By the time of their marriage, their experiments had already become involved.

At first, she simply tied him down . she gave him instructions, at his urging, at how he should make love to her, to truly please her. He wanted to know everything about her body, what places brought her the most pleasure-and he desperately wanted her to be his quality control, to keep him on his toes, to insure that he was always her perfect lover. If he wasn ‘t, Jim told her, she should feel free to punish him. And by that, he meant that she should use a whip.

Her own awakening had only come with time. At first, she didn’t understand his fascination for receiving the pain he so wanted her to give. She could comprehend at once her own reward . but long habit in more “vanilla” relationships filled her with mystification whenever she saw him stretched out, ready for the whip. At first, guilt for causing him simple pain or discomfort kept her awake at night . but that she could learn to push aside, for he so clearly wanted her to be cruel. The guilt which came afterwards was more insidious. Miley found that, for the longest time, she hated herself for having a dark, inner soul-a soul that liked hurting him.

When had she realized that she did? When was the first time she’d lifted the whip without a single thought for him? Miley couldn’t remember. Dimly, there were clues still in her, reminding herself that she must have cried afterwards for the little part of her that broke that long-lost day; but the clues were mere wisps . the Miley now could not relate to the Miley then.

Was she insane? Undoubtedly. Again, Miley marked the instruments of torture about her and found herself bemused by their presence. They’d been collected and constructed over time-most of them between the time of their marriage and the evolution of the bond between them: the day she tied him up . and never let him go.

Miley turned her attention again to her slave husband, bound over the stone cock. Jim was being punished. A month before, Patricia had suggested that Miley get more involved with others in the community. Agreeing, Miley had taken Jim to a bondage party in Calgary. She made it quite clear to Jim that they must make a good first impression; she fixed him into a harness, dressed him in a pair of spandex bike pants and a muscle shirt. She cuffed him, and they rode from Red Deer to Calgary with Jim laying quietly on the back seat.

The party was at a private house. There were a dozen people about, in various stages of dress, discussing whips and paddles and so on. Jim was forced on display for the inspection of the other dominant women, and Miley pondered how good it would be for Jim, over time, to get out, to know that he was a slave, even among others. Even in public.

She didn’t know then that he was about to embarrass her.

The Hostess of the party, a pre-operative transsexual calling herself Kim, had offered to suspend a volunteer from the ceiling. Miley offered Jim. He went forward obediently, taking his clothes off. Kim hung him up by his wrists with a chair and little difficulty and, as the room looked on, Jim dangled, toes a few inches above the floor.

“Whip him,” had said Miley.

Kim selected a white-and-blue knotted cat-o-nine-tails, and then addressed Jim: “Do you understand that my safe-word is green?”

Jim nodded absent-mindedly, wanting only to be polite . but it incited Miley’s anger a touch . the ire could be heard in her reply: “My slave doesn’t play with safe words,” she said.

“That’s not a good idea,” said Kim.

“I’m his Mistress,” returned Miley. “I’m his owner. I will say when he’ s had enough. Whip him as hard as you like.”

Miley knew what she was suggesting. One of the slaves at the party, a petite Japanese girl, had already been turned out for everyone’s interest. Her master demonstrated her ass, which had been so bruised that the skin seemed like onion paper laid upon her richly blackened cellulite . the blood hemorrhage was quite distinct-and had been achieved by daily beatings with a most deliberate effort.

Kim looked into Miley’s eyes and saw truth. Without a word, she exchanged the cat for a flexible slapper fashioned from a dozen layers of kitchen-counter arborite strips, each an inch wide, epoxied together to make a thick “finger.” Two fingers were then attached to a single handle. As Kim picked it up, the slapper’s flexible lengths gently waved. “Can I hit him with this?” Kim asked.

Miley raised an eyebrow. Jim had never felt anything like it before. “Go ahead,” she said, her voice eager.

Kim didn’t strike with all her force, at first. Jim howled only at the third blow . but six more showed that he could stand it. Kim drew back for a firmer onslaught.

When it began, Jim gasped, and lost his wind. His body contracted, his feet rose from the floor, knees bent-his hands strained for the ceiling, dragging his whole weight upon his wrists. The second and third blows elicited a frenzied screaming from the bottom of his throat . a fourth, a fifth blow landed with brutal force. Jim cried. He gnashed the air with his teeth. His legs kicked, straining for purchase and finding none . the muscles and fat of his abdomen rippled.

Kim watched these coilations with delight as she continued to slash at him . but at a total of twenty-two blows, she broke it off, letting Jim’s shrieks fade away. She glanced at Miley.

Miley nodded. “He can handle ten more of those,” she said quietly.

Jim’s head snapped up. “NO!” he shouted. “Please . no!”

Kim guaged Miley’s reaction. Miley’s teeth were set-she verged on displeasure with Jim’s pathetic displays-and she repeated, “Ten.”

Kim shrugged, and began again.

Every eye was drawn by the electricity of Jim’s suffering. Miley looked around herself, and decided that this was a pleasure she’d have much, much more often. The wonderful excitement of being able to display her slave for everyone’s amusement started a wetness in her that rose up from between her legs, heating her. What a coup! she thought. All these people, whom she’d just met, now fascinated with her, admiring her, and stunned by the ready, submissive tool that Jim had become.

Just as that thought came, however, Jim shattered everything.

“GREEN!” he cried out. “GREEN, GREEN, GREEEEEEN!”

Kim stopped at once.

None of the spectators breathed or spoke for almost a minute. Only Jim’s long wailing, followed by whimpering and tiny cries as the fire upon his asscheeks diminished, broke the silence.

“I’m sorry,” said Kim. “I can’t continue after he’s used the safe-word.”

“I’m sorry too,” said Miley. “Could you please bring him down?”

Kim and one of the men brought a chair for Jim to stand on, and they released him. At once Jim fell at Miley’s feet, kissing her boots and begging forgiveness. “Get dressed,” said Miley. “We’re leaving.” She said nothing else.

No one dared ask them to stay-they kept their eyes averted and wished the tension would just go away. Miley’s anger burned so visibly that they wanted no part of what they knew would happen.

Miley was shocked. Jim had embarrassed her beyond forgiveness. She knew his pain threshold, knew that under her own hand he’d have accepted the remaining blows without complaint . but none of the people in the room would ever believe that she was anything but an irresponsible sadist-and so she couldn’t show her face in their company again. Ever.

Miley could barely restrain herself from blacking both his eyes and bloodying his nose. She allowed Jim to follow her meekly from the party to their car, and let him him sit in the front seat for appearances sake-and though his ass gave him good reason to wince, he knew better than to show it as he sat down.

After driving away, however, Miley came to a dark school yard a few blocks away, where she made Jim get out of the car. Angrily, she slapped him, viciously, until he cowered again on his knees. She said nothing to him, opening the trunk. From among the paraphernalia within, she snapped up a roll of duct tape and quickly strapped together his wrists, elbows, ankles, and knees, effectively immobilizing him. Ruthlessly she pulled him from the ground and tipped him backwards into the trunk, not caring that he landed on several iron tools, the tire jack and the bondage toys kept there for convenience. Miley clutched at one now, a three-inch penis gag, and drove it between his teeth . she fixed it tightly around his head, slammed the hood down and returned to the driver’s seat.

It took more than an hour to drive to Red Deer. Miley fumed, turning the radio on and off the whole trip, unable to be satisfied either way. Hearing the music as it alternately blared and vanished, Jim correctly concluded that her fury wouldn’t quickly subside.

She didn’t let him out of the trunk that night. She parked the car in the garage and left him locked in until the next afternoon . fifteen hours passed before she could bring herself to see him again without causing him a real injury.

It had taken two months for Patricia to give her a chance with the bondage group. Miley had pleaded for the chance-she’d imagined her influence being felt by the group, and that with the prestige she’d win there’d be other things she could do-she might even become part of Patricia’s faction, though Miley hardly understood what that meant. But now that was destroyed. Jim had destroyed it. Patricia would hear about the faux pas. Miley dreaded that . and she didn’t know what punishment she could ascribe to Jim to make up for that dread. She only knew she didn’t want him to have the pleasure of seeing her face. So when she finally returned to the car, she wore the hood.

She cut his ankles and wrists free of the duct tape with a utility knife, leaving his elbows and knees strictly bound. She removed the penis gag, but made it clear without speaking that he, too, should be silent. Jim didn’t need to be told. He didn’t resist as she pulled him unkindly through the house to the basement . where Miley threw him into the cage and left him.

The “cage” had, at one time, been a closet. Together, Jim and Miley had gone to work on it, replacing the existing dry-wall with sheets of tin, riveted on the back to the concrete foundation and otherwise to the wooden stud-walls. They’d polished the overlapping seams, finally soldering them so that Jim wouldn’t someday be able to pull up the edges with his fingers. At the front, instead of a wooden door, they’d attached a door made up of metal bars, wide enough for him to get his arms through, but no more. It measured four feet by twenty inches, which was just enough for him to sleep in a fetal position. He could stand upright, and sometimes Miley would chain his hands to the ceiling.

The interior was completely sanitary, if cold to the touch . sunken about three inches below the level of the floor, it had a three-inch hole in the center floor where he could defecate or urinate, which Miley emptied with a wet vacuum when the small septic tank below was full. Sometimes she would fix a plug in the hole and let him lie in his own waste.

Building it had been a moment of growing together for them. Jim had still been in the position of urging Miley to more ambitious experimentations then, and he, as much as her, was proud of the way the cage had been designed. At the most, he’d imagined spending a few hours in it . perhaps, in the back of his mind, Jim had fantasized about a much longer period-but never seriously. Miley left Jim in the cage for two weeks. She would appear each morning, hood over her face, holding the dog’s dish, filled with exactly twenty-two hundred calories of watery paste resembling ice-cold oatmeal. This was to be his day’s rations. Each day, he pushed out his empty dish from the day before, through the three-inch slot in the bottom of the door, and she would push in his fresh food.

She didn’t speak-not a word. Jim tried, the second day, to talk to her . after a week he thrust himself at the bars, reaching through, wanting to touch her, wanting her to speak her anger-he even dared scream at her. Miley responded by gazing at him expressionlessly for several minutes, then turning with his full dish and leaving him alone in the basement.

That ended all attempts of his to talk for some time. A full day without food sufficiently broke him. When Miley returned the next morning with his normal caloric provision-dog food, instead of gruel-he took it as silently as she gave it.

Long days spent inside the cage, with no view but the violet-lit sight of the other available tortures occupying the dungeon, gave Jim time to think. He suffered from hunger, since the calories were barely enough for him (and he suspected she was reducing them each cumulative day), and from a craving for solid food. Often he found himself gazing longingly at the steel door set into the cinder-block entrance way, separating him irrevocably from the outside world . Jim couldn’t help reassessing all his original tastes for submission. Wryly he though-when he had the energy to think-that it hardly mattered what his tastes were and were not any longer. He had succeeded in recreating Miley into his fantasy image . and old story. Galatea crippling Pygmalion.

After two weeks, the punishments began.

He still wasn’t allowed to see Miley’s face, or hear her voice, at least for the first week. Those beginning tortures were quick affairs, lasting but a few hours . but their brevity was more than made up for in raw fury. Miley struck him without finesse, unable to resist her desire for pure compensation. She breathed heavily, through her teeth, driven by revenge. She clubbed or whipped him for an hour at a time; she fucked him until the skin inside tore and bled, which Miley remedied by stuffing him with tampons; she tied his cock to a four-foot, inch-thick dowling rod, which stuck out on either side of her body . and amused herself for an evening by hitting the opposing sides with her riding crop.

Her favorite punishment, however, was the rack, which she applied at the end of the first week. Jim had never even known that it really worked; they’d had it built by a contractor which Patricia suggested . it was meant to be a bench, more for show than for use . or so he’d thought. Jim had no idea that Miley had ever rigged it for real effect-he wasn’t even scared, on the first day, to let her tie him down to it. But by the second day he was thoroughly terrified . and Miley seemed indifferent to that, or to the horrific possibility that he’d never walk again.. For two terrible days, twenty-four hours to be exact, she’d left him on it, rolling it a half-turn every hour-enough to stretch him a half centimeter each time.

Insidiously, she’d moved a chime-clock into the dungeon, which rang on the quarter hour. Jim would hear the quarter change, a pattern of four notes, a quarter after then hour, then the same pattern followed by another, at half-past. Sometimes Miley was absent; sometimes she would be sitting, comfortably on a padded stool, watching him, beside the table where he was stretched. As he felt the minutes of his time ebbing away, Jim’s pleas would increase in desperation and intensity. He tried every ploy . he addressed her formally, and as his wife, by name and by pet names; he talked nostalgically . he talked about all their plans, about moments when they’d laughed, about her family, about his. And through it all, she would listen, never taking her eyes, in their cat-like frames, from his. The third quarter would strike the clock . and Jim would scream at her,

“Miley . stop this! Miley . I love you! You know I love you! We’ve been together for four years, and it’s good, it’s all right that you want me as a slave. I want it, too! Oh god, Miley! You know I want it! But . oh Christ, I’m dying! I can FEEL my bones pulling from their sockets! One more turn and you could cripple me for life! FOREVER, Miley, forever and ever . and THEN WHERE WILL YOU BE? I won’t be a slave, I won’t be able to move! Please-Christ, Miley. Miley, listen, OH GOD, WHY WON’T YOU LISTEN TO ME? Please, I love you! Do you hear me? You told me you loved me too . oh please, please, please! NO MORE! I DON’T WANT TO BE A CRIPPLE! Miley! DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?”

Through it all, she’d sit impassively, making no expression at all. Then the clock would sound, playing through the four changes of the full hour; then a pause; then the striking of the clock . and Miley would rise as it began, moving to the great, many-spoked wheel fixed to the table.

By means of steel cords and carefully set gears, the wheel’s turn allowed for a great swing in exchange for a tiny, precision gain in tension. But, taut as he was, very little extension was needed.

Her hands would touch the wheel. Still, utterly without expression, as both of them would hear the echo from the last strike of the clock . the wheel would turn in her hands.

Screaming, back arching, Jim suffered the newly-pressed drawing . with infinite patience Miley would complete the tur, observing him passively, mechanically, never allowing the corners of her mouth to betray the immense satisfaction she received.

Then she’d return to her seat, to watch Jim by degrees, reaccustom his body to the fresh agony. And then the play would begin again .

That night, Miley freed him from the rack. Jim couldn’t guess if the damage to his arms and legs was permanent. He had to crawl by inches from the rack to the cage . where she then allowed him to remain for the following thirty-six hours. He couldn’t sleep for the pain . until the next morning, after he ate his gruel, which he suspected included painkillers that Miley had crushed into the mixture. All that day and the next night, he slept groggily.

Upon awakening, he sat her, upon her stool, outside his cage. For the first time, he heard her voice.

“It’s been three weeks since your pathetic weakness brought us both to this,” Miley announced. Jim had been unsure of the time . he thought it might have been twelve days, or fifteen.

“I wish you to know that your punishments will be yet another three weeks,” she continued; “. if you perform satisfactorily. During that time you will still be denied the sight of my face. Also during that time, you will not be permitted to speak.

“As I listened to your pathetic pleading during your trial on my rack, I found myself wondering-with no little amusement-if there was anything you could say that could move me. For that reaso, I allowed you to utter out your every though as you pleased. I am happy to say that none of your gobblingh affected me at all-as no doubt the feeling in your joints will testify. Therefore, since you’ve failed to raise any pity in my, you won’t be give further opportunities to plead your case.

“The punishment for the first word spoken, by you, in the next three weeks, will be a day without food. You shall spend that day with a penis gag in your mouth. For the second word, you shall spend a similar day standing in your cage, while I torment you. If you are stupid enough to utter a third word, you’ll earn yourself two days without food and an additional week of punishment. And so on. Please nod if this is all perfectly clear.”

Jim nodded.

“Good,” said Miley. “You’ll be happy to learn that I’ve been granted a week’s vacation, and so there will be nothing for the next little while to interrupt our lessons.”

Miley stepped out of sight for a moment, and then back into his view. Now she was holding a familiar looking slapper fashioned out of kitchen formica. The two fingers waved menacingly. “You recognize this, yes? This is the little item that began all these troubles. And so it is only fitting that your road to recovery should begin here .”

Male Slave’s Penetration Punishment (F/m Medical Scene)

“Who does this body belong to, slave?” Goddess asks archly, as if reading my mind, but with my mouth firmly gagged, all i can do is laboriously make faint unintelligible sounds. “Surely, you know I could do anything I want to you now, slave, don’t you? And I will.”

“You are My property, slave, body and soul,” Goddess continues. “It would be best for you to give up all thoughts of resistance and give in to My TOTAL control. You will surrender to Me more completely than you ever have before.”

I slump back into the chair, all of my taut muscles relaxing their pressure on the bonds holding me imprisoned. Goddess places a blindfold over my eyes and my bondage is complete – i am utterly helpless, unable to move or control my body, unable even to see what new tortures threaten. Goddess orders me to grunt three times if i am in any extreme distress and makes me test out my ability to make myself heard through the strict gag. I hear footsteps in the hallway approaching the room. I hear the click of Her heels on the metal floor and the tantalizing sound of Goddess speaking in a hushed voice, and a male voice responding.

I strain to listen, and as they come closer i begin to make out the conversation. I am able to gather that the unknown male has some sort of medical training and is here to assist Goddess in the whole procedure She has planned. I wait in a state of dread imagining what’s in store for me. I am thankful for the anonymity the blindfold affords me and again impressed by Goddess’ ability to look after my welfare and safety.

I soon discover what sort of punishment awaits as i hear the word catheter spoken and hear the snap of latex gloves being put on and a plastic bag being opened. I realize immediately what a brilliant punishment this is for having betrayed Goddess’ trust by willfully sticking a q-tip up my greedy slave cock. I am absolutely dumb-struck at the way that Goddess can seemingly read my thoughts and anticipate my slutty daydreams, making all of my long-cherished desperate fantasies into reality and then pushing my degradation into uncharted territories, torturing and humiliating me in brilliant and imaginative ways i never suspected.

“Let’s prep the patient,” Goddess exclaims, feigning an official voice. I feel and smell as a cloth dampened with medicinal antiseptic is used to carefully cleanse the tip of my cock and the entire genital area. Goddess now thrusts the substantial tube of a well-lubricated catheter against my pee-slit, penetrating my erect penis.

After invading and dominating my mouth and ass, making me conscious of Her power over every recess of my body, Goddess is now determined that no part of me should remain hidden from Her probing discipline.

Goddess declares Her absolute power over Her slaveslut.

“If it is My pleasure, slave,” my Goddess softly but firmly declares, “I will penetrate any orifice, open your powerless body up to the most thorough exploration, break down any barrier or defense. Bound as you are, you have no choice, do you slave, no defense. You cannot stop your Goddess from raping that filthy selfish little cock, from pushing this silicone tube all the way into your compressed bladder. I will discipline and torture any part of your body, slave, in any way I choose. I possess and control this cock, this ass, this throat, every sensitive, vulnerable recess.”

Yet, equally powerless to resist or to demonstrate my consent, my mind screams out a mute yes yes yes as i feel myself swooning in an ecstasy of intimate surrender. I desperately want to feel Goddess inside of me, consuming me, annihilating me, taking control of every sensation, stripping me of my will and individuality. Every new violation of my defenses, every outrage against my independence and dignity moves and arouses me intensely.

I can feel the insistent push of the tube as it slowly slides in and drives deeper and deeper, pressing against the inside of my urethra, opening me, stretching me as it opens me up, inch after inch.

Suddenly i can feel it probing past the prostate, the stimulation is intense, my internals are singing as i feel a riot of sensations inside me, the pressure of the balloon in my ass, the utterly unfamiliar pressure of the catheter on my prostate starts to cause that familiar hum of my slutty hot ass climbing towards a spasming climax. I feel the tube push past the sphincter of the PC muscle, breaking through into my bladder.. The entire sensitive lining of my cock feels only the constant pressure of the tube opening me up for Goddess’ wicked water-sports, i am stripped not only of the control, but even of the awareness of the progress of my urine through my own cock.

Suddenly the pressure on my bladder eases significantly and i feel a warm wetness on my leg. My Goddess makes a startled exclamation and laughs a wonderful, hearty laugh, Her soft, achingly expressive voice betraying suppressed annoyance, good-humoured surprise, and a hint of malevolent arousal at a world of new possibilities and diabolical humiliations. “We’ve struck gold,” She exclaims, “where’s the bedpan?”

The removal of my bladder-control has led to an unexpected fountain of my slave piss. Goddess, with a wicked chuckle in Her voice, shames me for making a disgusting mess, declaring teasingly what a perfect blackmail video-tape this scene would offer. The very mention of video-taping me in my helpless plight would have been very disturbing – a quick cold shower snapping me from my erotic reverie and awakening me to all the dangers to which i so often expose myself in submitting so eagerly to Goddess – had i not learnt to trust Goddess Khrystal and surrender myself to Her power and vigilant protection through the inexorable progress of Her tender, caring domination. The remark actually serves to arouse me further by reminding me of the heady intimacy of sharing these depth of passion and surrender, known to so few and so often misunderstood or condemned, forcing me to imagine how an unaware casual observer might react to seeing me like this, bound, collared, gagged and blindfolded, naked except for my bonds, my ass and mouth stuffed to the limit with rubber balloons, pump-bulbs hanging obscenely out of each, and my spitted cock spraying my own piss uncontrollably all over out of a plastic tube.

I am ashamed as i feel my cock getting harder, despite the tenderness of my urethra as it is impaled on the catheter, greedily stretching out for more of the invader, welcoming it, feeling more and more of its length inside of me. I wonder what sort of shameless kinky little slut i have become when each degrading step in stripping me of my independence, dignity, and self-control only turns me on further.

Bound and helpless, i am entirely at Goddess’ mercy, and as i am made to piss myself and wallow in my own filth, i can still plead the excuse that i was unable to resist, all power over my own bladder and all ability to hold in my own piss forcibly stripped from me by the silicone tube Goddess uses to core and ream my cock. Yet i know that i would be equally docile with no straps to restrain me. But who could put up more than a token resistance to Goddess’ commands.

Originally posted 2013-04-30 06:31:11.