I married a man 20 years my senior. This is my second marriage and his first. I have two daughters; a 14 year old, and a 10 year old from my first marriage.

My daughters and I are quite close and able to discuss every aspect of our life. We realized that my first husband (their father) was virtually worthless, and we vowed to each other that we would not be living that kind of a life in the future. Thankfully, my new husband did well in his career and his income is sufficient to support our lifestyle.

I am often astonished at how some young and even preteen girls understand the idea of male submission, humiliation, and punishment. My two girls realized from the beginning of my marriage that they should take charge right away. Even I learned something from their devious little minds. He did not stand a chance and they knew it.

My daughters have collaborated with me on his every humiliation. The 14 year old has learned about boys from other girls at school and from certain web sites. She knows what excites them, how to control them, how to manipulate them. She, like many older sisters, has taught my 10 year old the ropes (sorry for the pun).

I never realized how submissive my new husband was. However, the girls launched a full interrogation program that included a great deal of innuendo and teasing commentary. His experience with girls was minimal and he was fascinated by their questions and how they planted the seeds of submission. Their goal was to develop a man that would OBEY. They say jump, and he would be trained to automatically ask “how high Miss”?

The girls began by suggesting a family meeting just before bedtime. They wore short and skimpy and frilly girlie things. They new that this type of dress would get his attention. My oldest started the conversation by asking a series of leading questions that the girls had written down. Here are a few of their interrogation questions;

1. Do you think that your new wife and her daughters should be treated like princesses?
2. Do you think that your new wife and her daughters should have complete control of running all family affairs?
3. Will you be ok taking orders and obeying even your 10 year old stepdaughter (giggles here)?
4. Do you believe that your role is to make life easier for the princesses in the home?
5. What excites you about girls? (He is now babbling and stumbling for words). I am really enjoying how the girls are handling themselves. The bulge in his pajamas and his wriggling was so noticeable.
6. In the event that you do not make your princesses happy will you accept being punished, tormented, and humiliated in order to improve your behavior?

The above was really just the beginning. The girls agreed that getting him addicted to girly things would be the best way to condition his behavior.

His first permanent assignment was that all of our panties would be

washed by hand on a daily basis. The girls wanted this done using a certain procedure. He was given three bowls of water, one hot, and two warm and they were set on a table. The hotter water was used for the initial soak, the second would have a little feminine soap added and the third would be a final rinse. Once each pair of panties was thoroughly, and I mean thoroughly washed and rinsed they were hung to dry.

His reward, and this was absolutely precious, he would be drinking the “panty soak water” from a baby bottle. Talk about humiliation and teasing. They made him beg for that bottle. It was not long before other liquids were added to the soak water before it went into his baby bottle, i.e. our spit, etc. etc. That’s all he gets to drink and he actually begs them for it. It was amazing how that nipple brought him to his knees.

Originally posted 2011-01-30 20:12:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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Up to that point I had several girlfriends my age and I was used to getting my way sexually. I wasn’t abusive of course; I just didn’t know any better because that’s how males are taught to think about women and sex. Then I met Carol.

After our 3rd date I tried to get her into bed and she rebuffed me by saying that it was too soon and she would let me know when she was ready. I tried again after our 4rd date a few days later and she said the same thing. The very next night I tried a 3rd time and success!

She led me into her bedroom, started undressing me and got me into her bed. She then used scarves to tie my hands and feet to her bed, which was a first for me because I was used to being in charge in the bedroom but I thought “what the heck, I’ll let her and next time I’ll tie her up” Then she gagged my mouth and explained to me that sex is a gift from a woman to a man and the woman decides when and how to have sex, etc. and we would discuss this further in the morning.

She left me naked tied and gagged the whole night.

I was very embarrassed and humbled, especially after trying to get free and not having any luck. The scarves didn’t seem all that tight but I may as well have been in steel handcuffs–Carol really knew her knots!.

The next morning we had a discussion about our budding relationship and she stated that she was going to lead the relationship and I could either accept it or we could part ways then and there. When I agreed to her demands, we had the most mind-blowing sex I ever had up until that point, with me still tied to her bed.

We were together for almost two years in a totally female led relationship and she remains the most influential woman I have ever had in my life. I still run into her on occasion (we are on good terms) and it’s amazing just how sensual she is to me even though she is now almost 60 and has grey hair and has put on weight.

All the women in my life–including my wife–have benefitted from my time with Carol.

Originally posted 2010-07-12 12:08:06. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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Darkling then took a seat on her throne and proclaimed that we begin. The first contest was called “siamese cocksucker” she said and it was between slave b and slave x. She produced a needle and thread, and said “first we need you to become one” and with that she proceed to stitch their cocks together, foreskin to foreskin. Once attached both subs were cuffed and blindfolded and Darkling explained the rules of this game are simple, you will each get half of a double-ended dildo that I call the donkey dong, “the first one to swallow up to the mark will be the winner, and the loser gets a fate worse than death, but eventually resulting in that outcome”. She then put a mark in the middle of the dildo with her lipstick and then inserted each end into their mouths and told them to begin. The pain from the stitching must have been unbearable and the size of the dildo produced an instinctive gaging reaction in both. They started to take in the dildo as best they could. As they took in more and more they could feel the breath of the other slave as they both approached the mark. Finally their lips touched as they meet in the middle. The noise of them breathing through their noses was very loud and they could hear Darkling’s boots walking towards them with the sound of her giggling. “Look at this sight” she said as their bodies were quivering and sweating, their cocks stitched together. “Let me see who wins here as she grabbed them both by the collar and pulled them even closer together. Then she attached their collars together locking them in position with the dildo stuffed down their throats. “It seems that it is a tie, so I will leave you both in this position, the first one to pass out loses.

Darkling then walked to me and the other slave and said “now you two realize the significance of this contest don’t you – the loser will be sacrificed” She then grabbed us both by the hand and lead us to the center of the room. “This game is called balls-tug-of-war”. She then proceeded to duct tape our balls together, she made sure that it was possible for them to come apart, but not without skin being removed. Once completed she drew a line on the floor and said the first one to cross the line loses…begin!” We both started pulling and instantly the screaming started. The sound of our agony was horrific as we pulled each other towards the line. I felt like my balls were about to be ripped off my body as I was slowly being dragged to the line. Finally in a rage of fear I yanked him towards me and punched him in the mouth and with both hands pulled him across the line. I felt that my balls had been ripped from my body and reached down to feel them fully expecting to see blood as they would be ripped open. “Bravo…Bravo” shouted Darkling. “you will do very well in this harem win, I am pleased with your succeed-at-all-costs attitude” she said as she ripped the duct tape off our balls. Slave d then started to plead and beg but Darkling was not hearing him. She produced a harness that was attached to Slutboy’s hips. She then clipped slave d’s collar to the harness and stuffed Slutboy’s massive cock into his mouth, as slave d gagged uncontrollably. “Now, here is what will happen, I will fuck Slutboy in the ass with my 12” strap on cock, and he will then produce an erection in your mouth, which in turn will cause you to choke to death” She then mounted Slutboy and stated to ram his ass as she banged him so hard that everyone bounced froward. Slave d was crying and choking. As Slutboy grew harder so did Darkling’s grin grow bigger as she looked at me and said, ‘just think win, you are a stupid slut and it is only a matter of time until this is you with his cock exploding in your mouth”!

Originally posted 2011-02-08 11:17:05. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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“We’re going out to a friend’s house in a little while”
“Where are we going?”
“To my friend Gail’s house, I have never met her husband, they live in a secluded area of the neighborhood on the river.”
“OK, are we having drinks or what.”
“Yea a few drinks, I just want to meet them and them you.”
You walk over to me and put your hand on my crotch. “I noticed a few stray hairs this morning where they shouldn’t be, why don’t you go take a shower, shave and I’ll lay out your cloths.”
I started to get hard. I keep my pubic area shaved as a silly sign of my sometimes submissiveness to my wife, I knew where she wanted me to shave.
“Sure, I’ll do that”. And off I went
I took my shower and shaved everything off. Afterwards, I sat on the edge of the tub and carefully removed any stragglers on my balls and finished a close shave around the base of my shaft. I was hard of course, I always get hard shaving for her. Afterwards I left the bathroom and walked into the bedroom. My wife was lounging on the bed, fully dressed, I was very naked. There were no cloths laid out for our visit.
“What do you want me to wear?”
She got up, walked to me and cupped my balls. “You wearing it, you’re going like this.”
I flushed, turned a deep shade of red and just look at her smiling face.
“I told my friend how attentive you were toward me and we talked about it over lunch. I told her of your sometimes submissiveness, of your shaving, of how much I love you and you love me. She said her husband has been hinting about her being more dominate. I though this may be a good way to give them both a push into a new relationship. You don’t mind do you honey?”
I did mind and I was scared to death, but my cock was giving me away. It was very hard and dripping a little.
“Are you sure you want me to do this?” I mean, it’s going to be very embarrassing for me to be naked in front of the three of you and shaved on top of that! You really want me to do this?”
“First of all, I already told her about your shaving, now she just wants to see it for herself, and anyway, it’s about time others know you shaved for me. Second, you like being naked for me, you’ll love the embarrassment of being naked in front of strangers, and lastly you’ll be doing this for me because I asked you to do it, and that, I know is enough of a reason to go……naked and hard and shaved. Isn’t it?”
This woman really knew me. “Yes, I’ll do it for you.”
“I knew you would, let’s go.” She pinched and rolled both of my nipples in her fingers and then gave my balls a nice firm squeeze.
I followed her downstairs, into the garage and into the passenger seat of her car. She was acting as if everything was normal. This was surreal.
“You may want to lean the seat back and get below the window edge for the drive”
I was now lying on my back, naked and hard as she drove out of the driveway. I was grateful for the dark evening and warm weather. My heart was beating a mile a minute.
It was only about a 15 minute drive and it was totally uneventful.
The car coasted to a stop and she said we were there. I put my seat up. We were in a secluded driveway of an upper middle class home. There were no neighboring homes in sight, it was wooded. She reached over and stroked me a few times and said she would go to the house and get Gail. With that she left the car and walked to the front door. From where I was sitting I could see Gail answer the door and they both talked and looked toward the car. Then they both started walking toward me. Now the reality of this scene was setting in and I was more than scared and about to be very embarrassed.
They both walked to the passenger side of the car and my wife opened the door. The interior lights went on and she told me to get out and meet Gail. I got out and stood in their driveway, naked and hard. Gail looked at me, my cock and then turned to my wife.
“I can’t believe he actually agreed to this”
“He’ll do what I ask, within reason, wouldn’t you?”
My voice cracked.”Yes honey, I will.”
Gail said, “I love his shaved cock. My god he’s hard. When was the last time he came?”
I hadn’t though about it but it was now clear my wife hadn’t let me cum for about a week, and it showed in my desperate cock.
“The last time he came was eight days ago. I have been keeping him hard and denied for this night. I wanted it to be a large orgasm and a lot of cum.”
This was the first time she mentioned I would have an orgasm in front of Gail and her husband. I was shocked and looked at her with wide eyes. She looked at me and smiled.
“Yes, you’re going to cum from my friends. I don’t know exactly when or how, but you will cum.”
My cock throbbed.
Gail noticed it and said,” That is amazing. Look at his cock. He’s standing here naked, embarrassed in front of two fully clothed women who are talking about how easily he is manipulated, openly discussing the most personal things, and his cock is bouncing in excitement”
My wife said, “Its part of his desire to be submissive to me. He wants me to control his cock and his orgasms. He wants to please me, don’t you honey?” You like the embarrassment of me telling you to do things you wouldn’t normally do or want to do, but will do if I ask.
“Yes, it’s true”
My wife squeezed my balls and lovingly stoked my cock a few time. “We have a lot to talk about with Gail and Rick, don’t we honey?”
My heart was in my throat. What else? She wasn’t going to tell them all of my fetishes was she?
As if she could read my mind she leaned in and whispered in my ear,” A lot to talk about don’t we my little cum eating husband?”
I stood stock still. She wouldn’t!
Gail said, “What did you say?”
“Nothing, just a little secret between us” She smiled and let go of my hard on.
Gail said, “Shall we go in and meet Rick? He is totally going to freak. I have told him a little of what to expect, but I’m sure he doesn’t expect this.”
We turned and started walking toward the house about 100 feet away. My wife told me to put my hands behind my back and she held them together by grasping my thumbs. My cock and balls swayed and bounced lewdly. Gail couldn’t or wouldn’t take her eyes off of it. “Very nice,” was all she said. At the door I paused slightly.
My wife said, “This is the real embarrassing part isn’t it? Being naked in front of two woman is one thing. You have been naked in front of me thousands of times, and naked in front of Gail was something. I told you to do and you did. Now you’re going to be naked in front of another male. Someone who is normally a dominate role model. And here you are shaved, naked and hard, walking between two women who are obviously in control.” She swatted me playfully on the ass. “You want your cock controlled? You want your orgasms controlled? You want me in control? Then this kind of thing might happen.”
Gail opened the door and said, “After you.” We walked in and they each took a hand, anticipating my overwhelming desire to cover up. Now I had no choice. I was so embarrassed I felt like I was going to die. My cock was giving me away again. The girls were all smiles.
Rick was standing by the fireplace with a drink in his hand, waiting, and watching television. He turned when we walked into the room. His mouth literally dropped open and his eyes looked as if they would pop out of his head.
Gail said, “Rick, meet my friends”
The girls walked me over to him, still holding my hands. My wife release my right hand and I instinctively reached out to shake hands. Rick shook my hand and said, “Holly shit,” and just stared at my cock, then looked at my wife and then Gail.
Gail said, “be a dear and get our guests a drink.”
My wife said she would have a vodka tonic and said I didn’t need anything. She wanted me totally sober for the evening. “It will be a little harder on him if he stays sober, and I think we would both like that, wouldn’t we?”
I just looked down in embarrassment.
Rick left for the kitchen and Gail said, “did you see the look on his face, it was priceless.”
My cock was pulsing a little. My wife put her hand on my heart and smiled. “Feel this.” Gail did the same and said, “it’s beating out of your chest, are you OK”
I said, “Yea, I just never expected to be here, like this.”
It’s OK honey, it will get better, just do as I say, I’ll take care of you” and my wife kissed me on the cheek.
Rick returned and my wife said, “Let’s talk.” She sat in a chair across from the couch. Rick and Gail sat on the couch, my wife motioned for me to come to her. “On your knees, next to me, legs spread.”
I couldn’t believe she wanted me to be so exposed. I kneeled and spread my legs. She looked at me and said, “A little wider honey, I want you totally exposed, hands on your legs”
I spread my legs further and looked at my cock and balls, now totally exposed to these two strangers. I glanced up, they were staring at my cock. Gail was smiling, Rick had a look of amazement on his face. I looked at my wife, she was smiling that smile she gets when she is in control. Serene, dominate and knowing I will now do anything she could possible think of asking me. I may be in trouble, I thought.
My wife said,”First of all, let’s get a few things straight. My husband loves me very much and I love him. He is not my slave, he is my husband. He has a very responsible job and he is a good provider and my best friend. The fact that he is here naked in front of the two of you is an indication of how much he loves me and how much I love him. Every once in a while he likes to be submissive in our relationship, and when we agree he will be submissive, he promises to be submissive to my every wish. He is not a wimp. I love his cock and we love to make love, and we do often. My dominance is not 24/7, but more for fun, but taken seriously when we do it. He does what I ask when I am being dominate and he is being submissive. We are not public about this, in fact this is the first time anyone has known about this. Any questions so far? We will answer everything honestly and without hesitation, so fire away”
Gail asked, “Why is he shaved?”
“Honey, why don’t you answer”.
Me, “It makes me feel more naked when I’m naked. It makes me feel more submissive when I am being submissive. It’s our little secret. It’s something I have to tend to daily and that makes me or keeps me horny.
Rick, “So you shaved it because she asked you?”
Me, “No I shaved it first, little by little until it was all gone. Then my wife realized it was a sign of my submission and it embarrassed me a bit. I have kept it shaved since.”
Gail, “How does it feel being the only naked person in a room, shaved and hard, and we’re strangers?”
Me,” It is incredibly embarrassing. It’s almost impossible for me to do, but it is also very exciting because my wife asked me to do it. She told me to do it. I could not tell her no, or at least, I didn’t want to tell her no.”
There was another 10 minutes of mundane questions, then.
Gail, with a smile, “What did you whisper in his ear before you came in here?”
I was now totally screwed. I turned a bright shade of red and slowly turned to look at my wife. She was smiling. “Do you want to answer this or do you want me to answer this?”
I swallowed hard. “You better”
“OK then, look into Gail’s eyes and do not look down or away, just look right at her.”
I did, Gail was looking at me with a quizzical look in her eye.
“My husband, after we make love and he cums in me, always goes down on me and licks his cum from my pussy.”
Gail’s eyes got bigger as my wife paused to let that statement sink in.
“Now, every time he cums, I feed him his cum”
Gail’s eyes were huge,
Rick said, “Gross”
Gail slowly turned and looked at him and said, “No, that is so hot!” She looked at me and them my wife. “Will he eat his cum tonight for us?
My head snapped to look at my wife. She was smiling. “I asked you to look into Gail’s eyes”
I slowly turned back to look at Gail, she was staring right at me, not my cock, but my eyes.
“Answer her”
“Yes, I will eat my cum for you if it is fed to me.”
Gail’s eyes were even bigger, she looked at my cock and saw it bounce. “Oh my god, he loves this, look at his cock!”
The three of them looked at my cock, it was dripping pre-cum and was very hard, strained and almost purple. It looked like it was ready to break.
My wife said, “Gail, ask Rick now”
“Rick, look at his cock. Would you like to have a cock that hard and need to cum as badly as he needs to cum? Would you like to be stripped and naked in front of two women? Would you like your loving wife to know your deepest fantasies and help you realize them? Do you want me to control your cock, your orgasms, and your body? I know the answer to all those questions Rick, do you?”
Rick look as if he was in a trance, just staring at my cock
My wife said, “Rick, Gail thinks you could both benefit from expressing your submissive desires and experimenting with it a little. Not right now, right now we’re going to enjoy our drinks, talk and we’ll leave early. Is that OK?”
Rick looked away from my hard on, glanced at my wife and then said to his wife, “Yea, OK. I’d like that”
Gail was obviously happy.
I got a little more comfortable with my hard on and relaxed a bit. There were a number of questions about my cum eating, orgasm denial and general questions about my submissiveness and my wife’s growing interest in dominance. I still hadn’t had a drink and was getting a little nervous about the three everyone else had. Gail wasn’t going to let me out of this house without me being fed my cum.
My hard on popped up a little more thinking about the embarrassment of my situation and the humiliation of eating my cum for them. It didn’t go unnoticed by the girls.
My wife, “what made your cock bounce and strain just then, honey?”
I turned and looked at her.
“Come on honey, we’re all friends here, you’re the only one naked, shaved and hard, well naked and shaved anyway, but we are all friends, what made your cock twitch?”
I just looked at her, really embarrassed now. There was a long pause.
She continued,”I’ll answer for you, OK. You want to cum and then you want me to feed you your cum in front of Rick and Gail. It would be about the most embarrassing thing that could happen, wouldn’t it? Look at Gail and Rick, don’t look away and answer these questions. Do you want to cum?”
I was looking at Rick, then Gail. She looked like she was going to cum. “Yes.”
“Do you want me to feed your cum to you so you can swallow it all?”
I was now just looking at Gail, her eyes were almost pleading. “Yes”
“Look only in Gail’s eyes and answer in a full sentence.”
“I want to cum and then I want you to feed me all of my cum”
Gail look like she was going to pass out.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you, maybe you should stand up, face me and say it again.”
I did what she asked.
Standing naked in the middle of the room having just said out loud I wanted to cum and be fed my cum in front of two strangers was crazy. Now I felt like I was going to pass out.
My wife, “Gail, will you go get three pillows and a large beach towel. Rick, move the coffee table out of the middle of the room.”
Rick and Gail were back in a flash and now seating on the couch, my wife stood and motioned me to the middle of the room, facing the couch.
“I want to bring you to the very edge of coming two or three times, OK. Remember, don’t cum, but get as close as you can. Are you ready?”
With that she stood behind me and reached around, grabbing my cock, and lifted it up toward my stomach, exposing my balls. She had a firm grip and she slowly started pumping, pulling down hard stretching my cock head. There was a soft moan from Gail, we both glanced her way. She was mesmerized.
She brought me to the edge and I stopped her. I was rock hard and pointing up. I was gasping
Next she turned me sideways, grasped my balls with on hand and the other hand did it again. I stopped her just moment before I came. My hips were thrusting and I was breathing hard. Both Rick and Gail were squirming in their seats.
She moved me back and put a pillow on the floor. She laid the beach towel over the pillow and spread it out and told me to lie down with my head on the pillow with my knees pulled up to my chest. I was out of it now, I was just following orders if it would bring me relief. She told Gail to kneel on my right and Rick on my left and pull my knees to my chest and my butt up. She placed two pillows under my butt bending me in a “C” shape, my cock not far from my face. She kneeled between my upturned legs.
“You are now totally exposed, even your ass is now mine” With that she lubricated her index finger with the pre-cum from my cock and slowly slid it into my upturned ass. I gasped, as did Gail. With her other hand she grabbed my cock.
“Do you like my finger up your ass? You can tell me.”
“God yes” was all I could say as she slowly finger fucked my ass.
“OK, this is it, when you are ready to shoot, I want you to open your mouth, and we’re going for a shot right into your mouth. Gail will feed you the rest after you have cum.”
I glanced at Gail who was transfixed by my position, my hard cock and my finger fucked ass. “Look into my eyes as long as you can”
She lowered her face so I could see her and my cock at the same time. She started a very slow and torturous masturbation. I knew it would only be long seconds.
“Oh my god” was the last thing I said as I shot a huge stream toward my face and my opened mouth. A perfect shot. The other five or six spasms hit my face, my neck, my chest, my stomach and then flowed down my cock. I was in a total spasm and Gail and Rick couldn’t hold me in position.
“OK, put his legs down. Now lick my hand clean” I did.
“Gail get a spoon”
She was up, gone and back in what seemed like a second. My eyes were closed and my dick was still in small spasms.
“Feed him Gail.”
I heard her say open and I did, a spoon full of cum went into my mouth and I swallowed.
Gail said, “Oh my God
She fed me five or six times until I assume all my sperm was gone.
“We’re going now, Gail will you help me get him up and let’s bring him to the car. The next thing I remember was sitting in the car. My wife was in the driver seat, the windows were down and Gail and Rick were outside my window.
My wife said, “Gail, lean in here a second” She did.
“Wipe that last drop of cum from the end of his cock.”
It was the first time Gail touched my dick and took a drop of cum from the end of my penis.
“Rick, lean in here” He did
“Open your mouth” He did.
“Put your finger in his mouth” She did, he did not protest. He licked it clean
“Thanks for a great evening. We’ll see you both again, I’m sure.”
And with that we drove home.
“Did you have a good evening honey?”
“Great, but I think I need to fuck you.”
“Oh, you do, you definitely do”

Originally posted 2008-02-21 08:00:05. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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This was originally written for the Disciplinary Wives Club:

My mother introduced me to this sight, and it has helped me a lot in my relationship with my fiance Tony. I am in my early 20’s, and we had been engaged for four months with everything going wonderful — he is a gentlemen, as my Dad is. That is one of the reasons I picked him. But I knew that before we got married I was going to have to talk to him about spanking him when he is bad or mean to me.

I grew up in a spanking house, and my mom was always the one who did the spanking. She was in charge of the house. My Dad worked hard and suported the family. He paid the bills and decided what kind of car to buy and did all the yardwork. But when it came to atitude and to things inside the house — like cleaning up — my mom was definitely in charge.

I am the oldest, and I only remember her spanking me ONCE, while my brothers got it a lot. And what she spanked me for was letting my brothers run wild while I was babysiting them! We knew that she spanked my Dad, though she never did it in front of us. But she would say things like, “I will tend to you when we get home…” or “Go up to the bedroom and wait for me.” And she had no problem saying that in front of others. Once during a Thanksgiving meal we were hosting 15 relatives and my Dad started making turkey jokes and she told him to excuse himself from the table and go upstairs. After the main meal was over and people were eating their pie, she excused herself, and when the two of them came back down 10 minutes later his face was very red (as I’m sure his behind was). He didn’t ever get to finish his meal, either. Though our bedrooms were downstairs and she always made us stay downstairs when she sent him up to their bedroom, we still could sometimes hear swats.

So … I went to my mom and asked her how to introduce spanking to Tony. I told her that I knew Tony had been spanked as a child, so he did know something about it. She asked me if I had ever spanked him.

She already knew we were having sex, so I said a couple of times during foreplay (which definitely made him rock hard, though I did not say that)and also sometimes when he rarely misbehaved I would give him a light tap on the butt. But with all his cloths on. She said that the best way she knew was that if I were angry with him I should refuse to have sex the next time he wanted it and tell him that I did not feel like being sexual with him until he had been punished for his recent behavior. “He will want the sex so badly that he will agree to almost anything,” my mom said. And I soon found she was right!

She also told me to read every word at this sight, and to get a large hairbrush, the oldfashion kind.

I have now been spanking Tony for two months and we get married in two months more (January) and he accepts me as a disciplinary wife. Even though our relationship has always been great, he now is even more poilte and atentive then before — which I didn’t think was even possible, he is such a great guy. But I am mainly doing this because I know how some men get after marriage, when they start to take the wife for granted, and I want to make sure I have a way to stop that from ever happening. And I believe that spanking is the way!

It has to be the first time I spanked Tony, just two months ago. After talking to my mon and reading through this sight, I waited until he did something I didn’t like — which was picking me up very late to go to a party. He had a pretty good excuse — he had to work late — but he never called and I sat there in my party cloths for almost an hour. So I told hime we would go to the party but we would “deal with this” after. At the party I was very cool to him, talking with my girlfriends and even some other guys. He kept hanging around me hoping for atention, and telling me how pretty I looked. We headed to his place after, which is where we make love, and on the way he asked me what was wrong. I said, “I am upset with you.” He asked why. I said, “You should know,” and didn’t say anymore, though he asked me to explain. We got to his house and it was late and what we usually would do is go to bed. I would go in the bathroom and change into something sexy, and he would strip and get under the covers. I had read here that it is best to have the guiy completely naked and this seemed the best way. So I went in the bathroom and waited about 10 minutes, still in my party dress, and came out holding my hairbrush that I had been keeping in my purse. He was under the covers with his cloths on his dresser. He looked a little surprised when he saw me in my dress and even more surprised when he saw the hairbrush. I went over and pulled back the covers and there he was naked and already hard.

“I am not going to have sex with you until after we deal with your behavior,” I said, pointing at him with the hairbrush.

“What behavior?” he asked. He tried to pull up the covers but I held them in my other hand.

“You tell me,” I said.

I then asked him to sit on the edge of the bed and when he hesitated I pulled him into a sitting position, still naked. I went and pulled out the little chair at the dressing table he had bought for me, and I sat on it in the middle of the room.

“Do you mean being late from work?” he asked, and he started to explain why he had to be late, but I interrupted and asked him what excuse he had for not calling. He said he had just forgotten.

“So is that polite behavior?” I asked. He said no.

“Is that any way to treat your future wife?” I asked. He said no.

“Then come over hear and take your punishment,” I said.

He reluctantly stood up and came my way, saying, “THen can we have sex?” I tried not to laugh and said, “We’ll see how sorry you are.”

“You’re not really going to use that, are you?” he asked, pointing at the hairbrush.

“Yes, I am,” I said. “I bought it for just this purpose. And if you want any chance of getting what you want, you’ll take it all.”

I then told him to bend over my knees. He looked at me with a sorry look, but he did bend over. I could tell that one part of him was very excited, and I hoped to get rid of that.

I locked my right leg over his, as I have seen in some of the pictures, and began whapping him with the hairbrush, as hard and fast as I could.

He yelled and said, “That’s too hard,” but I kept on going. He started to struggle to get off my lap and I stopped spanking.

“You stay where you are or we will not make love until our wedding night,” I said. That was four months away and I knew he would be miserable.

“Do we have to do this?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “You have not even begun to be sorry for what you did to me, but you will be!” I then started spanking again, and while he was moaning and yelling, he did not try to get away. I kept scolding him about being late and not calling and being rude to me, and as I hit him with the hairbrush he started saying he was sorry and he would never be late again but I kept going.

“Are you going to be a good boy?” I asked. I had read somewhere here to have us both refer to him as a boy.

“Yes!” he shouted but I kept on going until he was sobbing and saying over and over, “I’ll be a good boy. I promise. I’m sorry. I’ll never forget to call again.” First he was shouting it but I kept going and he started crying, then he was saying it in almost a whisper.

“Stand up,” I said, and when he did I could see he was no longer aroused.

“Go stand in that corner,” I said, “while I change.”

He got a look like he was not going to the corner, but I pointed with the hairbrush and he went. He looked so cute in the corner with his bright red butt that I started to get aroused myself! I changed out of my dress and into a see-through robe (and nothing else) and went out and sat on the bed on top of the covers, my back to the headboard. I know he wanted to turn around but he was a good boy and didn’t. I told him to come to the end of the bed. “It pleases me that you took your spanking well,” I said. “Now come please me in another way that you already know how.”

And he did!

Originally posted 2009-11-07 20:37:03. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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Disciplinary Spanking
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“Come here,” she calls from the couch where she has been sitting sipping a glass of wine and watching my discomfort, watching my balls pulled between my legs by the red cord. Every so often she has pulled the cord to keep me on edge, to remind me of her control as if I needed any reminding. I turn and step over the cord and drop to my knees. She pulls the cord again as I begin to make my way to her on my knees. She keeps the tension all the time making me ache. I know that soon I will wish I were back in the corner again. She has laid several items on the coffee table beside her. The old wooden hairbrush, black leather gloves, a leather strap, a wooden paddle. I silently pray she does not intend to use all of them.

“Pleasure me,” she says pointing. I kneel between her legs and raise her skirt to give me access. She wears thigh-highs but no panties. As I bring my head into position she pushes it down with her hand into her groin. My tongue seeks out her lips and strokes them; they are already moist and so warm. I wonder if she has been stroking herself as she watched me. But of course she was!! I lick up and down and feel her press up against my tongue. I switch up to find her clitoris and lick at her. I love that smoothness and the feel of her hard and pressing against my tongue. I alternate between the lips and the clitoris. She sighs softly and I suck in a breath of air whenever I can, for as she presses down on me my nose is closed. But this pleasure does not last long.

“Enough!”, I hear her say, “Stand up.” Reluctantly I stand and place my hands behind my neck as required. She motions me to stand by her right thigh and then pulls suddenly on the cord. I gasp aloud with the sudden pressure on my delicate balls, more delicate than normal after so much attention. “Lie across my lap!” I lean forward and let her help me position myself across her knees. She likes me lying forward, hands on the ground but only my toes touching the floor. She pushes me down knowing I always try to take my own weight in order to spare her. She likes me to be helpless and supported by her. I try to relax (relax!!!! Some hope knowing what is about to happen !) and let myself go. I try to sink into sub-space and just let it all happen, not fight it, not feel each smack.

She runs her right hand over my ass caressing the cheeks. Her left hand seeks out my left nipple and takes it, squeezing it hard. I moan with pleasure and feel my cock tensing. I always feel it there but right now my cock is so aroused. No, I do not mean especially hard, although he is somewhat erect. When you haven1t come for a long time, three weeks in my case, you seem to be aware of your cock all the time, a constant longing. Mistress controls my climax and she has not let me come for three weeks now. I have gone longer in the past. I have to keep him hard for an hour each day; sometimes she watches as I do so and sometimes she helps, stroking him, even taking him in her mouth, something I always long for. I lie across her lap my cock throbbing lightly with pleasure. I feel Mistress moving and realize she has taken the end of the red cord and has it near at hand. I feel her separate my cheeks and know she is inspecting me. That does make me so nervous. It is not as bad now as the night she shaved my ass – she started with wax strips with me bound on the bed, my arms tied high behind my back. The next night she finished the job with a razor. I prefer the razor!!! Now my ass is always kept shaved smooth for her. I feel her pull the cord so my cock and balls are between her legs. She closes them and feel the pressure on my cock making him jump a little.

The spanking begins. At first it is pure pleasure. If I did not know things would change shortly I could really enjoy this. Well truth to tell I do enjoy it anyway. At first it is like a massage – maybe for 3 or 4 minutes she slaps me languidly and lovingly, just how I know she loves to do normally. She does enjoy giving me pleasure but we both enjoy pushing the limits too. I suspect today limit is a word that will be appropriate. But this is a punishment and I know I cannot use a safe-word. She would respect it I know. But I know that I cannot use it, I owe her that as my Domme. Now the slaps sting and my ass begins to feel warm. This is the most enjoyable part for me; the slaps are evenly spaced and feel so good.

But soon she is spanking harder and each stroke takes on a character of its own. Why does it always seem like she is concentrating on just one spot when I know she is spreading it out. I try to force my mind back into sub space and not focus on the stinging sensation but it is hard now. The slaps are coming hard but also fast. There is little time between slaps to deal with the sensation. And now the blows are really hard. I can feel her raising her hand high – perhaps shoulder height – and letting gravity do the work. Good old efficient gravity!! Oh God Owwwwww!! Now each stroke makes my head fly up or roll from side to side. I long for some respite but she shows no sign of pausing. I cannot help but cry out. My ass is soooo warm now and the stinging is quite unbearable. Unbearable?? No, of course not – because I do bear it somehow. She didn1t say how long the spanking would go on, She just said the hardest you1ve ever had. It seems a long time, a very long time.

I am certain I cannot take any more and somehow my hand reaches back to protect my sore ass. As it comes back I gasp in pain as my balls are pulled down sharply. I get the message and my hand returns to its place. The pressure on the cord remains though as she continues to spank. My hand comes back without my willing it only to be grabbed by her left hand and forced up into the small of my back. The spanking continues and I am moaning and pleading for a pause that does not come. And then it does come. Suddenly the spanking stops and it takes a moment for my mind to register. Mistress runs her hand over my sore and trembling ass. I can feel the heat. I know it must be very red. “Get up sub”. I do so and stand trembling slightly by her side. “Thank you Mistress,” I say, “thank you for punishing me.” She looks at me smiling faintly “Oh, but your punishment isn’t over yet silly sub”. I groan inwardly. “That was only the beginning. I want you to remember today for a good while so that you will put all the more effort into serving me.”

I am ordered back into my corner. I stand there longing to caress my ass but knowing that is not allowed. The cheeks feel wonderfully warm and so tender. I stand there wondering what will be next. “Make him hard for me” she orders. I begin to stroke my cock and to help things along remember other times I have been made to arouse myself. I think of how Mistress puts on the leather cock sheath. First I stroke him until he is growing nicely. Then she straps the leather cock-ring end of the sheath around the root of my cock making sure it is tight. She fastens one of the straps around the base of my cock and motions me to stroke more. As my cock stiffens, aided by the cock strap, she progressively tightens the other four straps along the length of my shaft. Nice memories indeed My cock is standing to attention horizontally now, nice and thick and red and the longing to just continue and climax builds. Mistress is standing behind me and leans around me taking my cock with her hand to stroke him. “Come back and take up position,” she orders. I do so quickly and she grasps my cock between her thighs. I lie there moving my hips slightly to enjoy the sensation of my cock held this way. I hear her chuckle. “Enjoy it while you can sub!”

The spanking begins again but this time she has donned the black gloves – her hands sore from punishing my ass. Mistress has never spanked me this hard but at least now she leaves time between each stroke so I can handle the sensation better. She pauses too, caressing my sore flesh and running a gloved finger up my crack teasing me, pressing on that little knot. As she does so my hard cock responds and I know she can feel it on her thigh. During one such pause she switches to the hair brush. I hate the hair brush – it stings unbelievably. The loud smack of it striking my tender ass seems to make the stinginess worse! “Count!” Mistress orders. “One Mistress, Two Mistress…..” Oh God I cannot take much more of this. Each stoke is truly painful – it would be if my ass was fresh but after the preparation she has given it the brush feels like fire. I cry out with each stroke and wriggle my hips but she hold me down firmly. “Aaaagh. Nineteen Mistress”, “Owwwwwww. Twenty Mistress.” The spanking stops and she caresses my ass. Oh how I love this part. I want this to go on forever.

“Now sub, have you had enough ?” she says. “Oh Yes thank you Maam,” I reply. “I will be more careful in future I promise.” “Yes I think you will”, she says quietly. “But I am not done with your punishment yet. There is one last part to it.” My heart sinks. “Get up!”

I gingerly push myself up and rise to my feet. My ass is so sore now and I suspect it is beet red. I think it will be bruised tomorrow. I stand by her side with hands behind my neck. She gets up and leaves the room. She returns with something behind her back. “I’m going to be kind to you and allow you an hour to recover a bit before the last phase of your punishment.” she says. I have a nasty feeling I am not going to like the next part. “That last part is going to be 12 strokes with your favorite implement,” she grins as she brings her hands to the front and reveals the riding crop, my least favorite implement. “Yes Mistress, if it pleases you,” I mumble. “Good,” get back into your corner and keep that cock hard all the time.

I return to the corner and begin to stroke my limp member. “Turn around so I can see you!” I turn and face her. She comes over to me and blindfolds me. “Keep stroking.” My cock begins to respond and soon is hard as I run my hand up and down along the shaft fighting down the urge to climax. Every now and then a light pull on the cord tells me Mistress is watching me. Suddenly I feel her hand cupping my balls – she moves so quietly in this carpeted room. She closes her fingers and gently squeezes, not enough to cause pain but rather discomfort and apprehension. Her hand takes my shaft and strokes it – I place my hands behind my neck as she does so and enjoy the beautiful sensation. “Good sub,” she says softly kissing my cheek as she rubs me. She kisses my mouth passionately now all the time keeping up the stroking. “Please stop, Maam?” I beg as I approach the edge. She stops and pulls down hard on the cord which helps stop my climb. “Stroke again,” she says after a minute has passed. I hear her leave the room and continue to arouse myself. She returns and I feel a glass of water pressed to my lips. I drink gratefully.

“Lie across the table,” she orders. I walk over to the table and lie forward over it bent at the waist, my arms stretched in front of me. “You can wait like that until I am ready to crop you.” I hear the pages of a magazine being turned and lie trying to be patient despite the burning of my ass and my fear of the cropping I am about to receive. Time passes slowly, nothing is said. I hear the pages turning every now and again. I always find it hard to wait and do nothing. Mistress knows this and uses it against me. Yet I do manage to think of the joy of being Her submissive. Even this punishment has its good side – I feel submissive, I feel I am giving myself to her. I hear her uncross her legs, the sound of her thigh-highs moving against each other. Her hand touches my ass and I flinch. A finger separates my cheeks – I feel latex and cold. The finger enters me pushing into me. I accept it loving the feeling. It is deep inside me turning and wriggling causing wonderful sensations. I know this is Her way of soothing me. “It’s time my poor sub.” A few more movements and the finger is suddenly withdrawn. I groan in disappointment. “Don’t complain. Be thankful you got that!” “No Maam, I mean Yes, thank You Mistress,” I reply. She tugs the cord and I get up and am led to the rear of the couch. “Stand still.” She attaches clover leaf clamps to my nipples. “You might as well suffer there too,” she grins. I am pushed over the back of the couch so my feet are off the ground and my legs are slightly splayed. Mistress attaches cuffs to my wrists and joins them with a double shackle. For a moment I wonder if I am to be gagged as well but am relieved this does not happen. “Count off the strokes,” she orders. The first stroke catches me totally off guard coming almost immediately. “Aaaagh,” I cry and then pause to let my mind deal with the pain. “One, thank you Mistress. may I have another please?” No sooner than I finish the words but the crop slashes across my ass. “AAAaaaaaaag!!. Ohhhh Mistress. Two, Maam, Thank you.” I pause a good while summoning courage to ask for another. “May I have another please Maam?” “Ohh God! Three Mistress, thank you. May I have another.” I know she is not hitting me as hard as she might but the pain is very harsh. I can feel the parallel lines across my ass and I know she is working from top downwards to that most sensitive part just above the thighs, the soft part, the part she has so far spared I now realize! I can barely stop myself from pushing of the couch although it would be hard in fact as I am well immobilized. There is nothing I can do to avoid the strokes. “Ooooooooh!!!! Ten maam, Thank you Mistress, another please?” This one caught me right on the sensitive part. I hear the crop just before it bites into me. “Oh God!!! Thank you Mistress. Eleven. May I have another?” She runs the crop over my ass which feels like traceries of fire. Up and down the crop rubs stimulating every line and every part of my flesh. She presses the crop against my ass lining up its fall point. She draws it back and I flinch. But there it is just touching me again! The twelfth stroke comes suddenly. Before I feel it leave my skin it is whooshing back down. It is not an especially hard stroke but it cuts diagonally to cross all the others joining them with a line that crosses my two cheeks from top of one to the bottom of the other. I yelp with pain only mitigated by knowing this is the end. “Thank you Mistress, thank you.” I am almost sobbing now.

I feel something cool being rubbed gently over my ass – iced water on a cloth. She is soothing me now and it feels so good. Gently she cools the tender ass, dries it and lotions it. She unfastens my cuffs and pulls me back so I can stand, somewhat wobbly but standing ! Her tongue is on my nipple and she carefully removes the clamps one by one. Now she takes me in her arms and holds me, kisses me. 3Come good slave, come and lie with me.2 She takes me to the couch and sits and pulls me down with her letting my ass settle on a nice soft cushion. I lie with my head on her breast and she strokes my head. It feels wonderful. Now I feel at peace. And maybe I have never before felt so much hers, so owned. The hot stinging of my ass feels so good. Maybe I will be bad again

Originally posted 2009-09-15 19:27:13. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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Mistress Punishes Slave
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By Sub hub

It started out very simply. “I have a headache. You do the dishes.” I had been married for a year and a half and my wife and I had shared the household duties about equally as we both worked full time. I didn’t think anything about it as I plunged in and did the dishes. I hadn’t noticed it was in the form of a command.

No please no will you. Just “You do the dishes.”

Like I said I didn’t think anything of it as I had always liked doing things for my lovely wife. She is incredibly beautiful. Intelligent. I am lucky. Well this was not the last time she was to command me to do something . I really didn’t notice that she was ordering me to do things. I just did them. It was really subtle at first. Not really often and she always had some reason not to do the chore. This went on for some time increasing in frequency as time went on. About a month and a half later we were watching a movie and just as the end came Lara {My wifes’ name is Lara} got up and she spilled a bowl of popcorn. “Vacuum that up I am going to bed.”

I did just that. Got out the vacuum and cleaned up. After I finished I went upstairs and was getting ready for bed . I disc- covered Lara naked on the bed pleasuring herself. My cock immediately began to respond. I had never seen her do that before . We had a really good sex life and I brought her to Orgasm on a regular basis. Usually with My tongue. I loved the taste of her.

I had never even thought of her masturbating. As I watched she looked up at me with a sly smile.

“I couldn’t help myself. You just turn me on. You have been so nice. I just can’t get over how you do things for me. It just makes me so horny. Thinking how you spoil Me. Come and take advantage. “My pussy is so wet and ready for your tongue just as you like it.” It didn’t take any more urging I was there naked head buried in her .I do love the taste of her .

I didn’t take long and she was Cumming on my face Somehow this orgasm seemed unusually intense for her.I had been rubbing my cock against the bed As I Licked so it was close to cumming now I plunged it into My wife as she was cumming it took only a couple of strokes and I had the most intense orgasm of our marriage.

The next morning i awoke with my wife’s hand around my cock. I was fully erect. Lara had that same sly smile on her face. “honey you are going to fix me breakfast and bring it back. It makes me so wet when you do things for me. How willing you are to please me. I want you erect while you do it To make you think about me waiting for you. “

With that she pushed me out of bed and iI was off to fulfill her wishes. I knew if She was anything like last night I was in for a treat. I was fully engorged the whole time I was cooking . Who wouldn’t be withe the most beautiful lady wet and waiting .

I fixed her favorite omelet and was on my way back upstairs. I again found her pleasuring herself when I returned .

Again she said it “it makes me so horny when you do as your told. I just can’t help myself.” She looked up with her sly smile.

” Come lick me Taste my juices Oh god I need to cum.”

My head was buried in her My tongue eager for her taste. Now I could smell her intoxicating aroma.It was all I could do to keep from cumming but I was able to hold it until she was consumed in orgasm . Again i plunged my cock in her cumming intensely almost immediately.

That became are routine for the next few months. She would order me to do things for her. Now I would become erect in response I would eagerly do the task and find her wet pussy waiting.Occasionally I would fuck her but usually I would use my tongue.

Then plunge into her and cum. I was having the best sex of my life. It was about this time 3 weeks before our second anniversary that i went upstairs after cleaning the kitchen that i found Lara on the bed a box of condoms in her hand. “put one on. I want little man in a sheath.” Lara had just named My cock little man.

I didn’t hesitate or ask anything, Following her orders had become second nature to me. I wondered what was up but saw Lara preparing herself for my tongue and was hard imediately and thinking nothing but pleasing Lara And how good it would be to taste her. Smell her . Feel her around me . I slipped little man into the proffered condom.

Lara looked up with her sly smile “we are going to try something a little different Tonight. After I cum I don’t want you to penetrate me. I want you to hump the mattress like you always do but don’t cum until I tell you to. I want you to concentrate on filling your condom with as much as you can . But not before I order it. Understand.”

As I had been conditioned to associate sex with her ordering me about, I understood. Lara knew too, my erection was at full staff now . I could only nod my head yes.

“Lick me now.” she ordered . and I did . Humping the mattress to the sound of her pleasure.As she came i was barely able to keep from release. Within a minute she grabbed my head looking directly into my eyes . ” cum now. cum hard and long. Fill that condom with little mans jism.’ The sound of Laras voice ordering me was to much I complied cumming long and hard When I was done I sat on the bed exhausted. Lara snuggled up close I could feel the softness of her flesh against me Thinking I was in heaven.

“Let me see it. Let me see how much you spurted” she looked down at my softening member. ” Oh Nice you must have been excited to cum on my command. ” She wrapped her hand around my shaft. Removing the condom carefully not to spill any of the semen.

She leaned over, Kissed me, told me she loved me and went to the bathroom to shower.

I lay there spent, content but wondering what was happening.

The next three weeks were just the same Me Licking her to orgasm . Little man spurting into a condom.

I loved My wife My sex life was fantastic.

Originally posted 2010-06-24 14:31:52. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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Wife Takes Control
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“Alright! Good one.. You better get in and after that homework, your mother should have been back from the store by now and I promised I wouldn’t keep you out here late, so we better get you in before she gets home. I’ll go and shag your ball. Good thing the neighbor lady isn’t home, probably wouldn’t appreciate you lobbing bombs onto her roof! And put your bat away, please.”

As the boy went into the house, he began the search for the ball. This had to be the easiest job he had ever had while he was in college. Just being around in the evening to keep an eye on the kid in exchange for room and board. And the room even had a private entrance and bath, so it was more like an apartment than a room in a private home. Not that he needed all THAT much privacy. The girls at school hadn’t been all that forthcoming and he was pretty much restricted to hoping for more and the casual grope at the movies before that sterile kiss good night.

Thinking he probably should have quit before it was quite so dark, he realized it was going to be tough to find the ball. It probably came off the roof between the house and the tall hedge that masked that end of the house from the street and the streetlight. But, with a sigh, he went into the small corridor and began looking for the lost ball.

“Good thing she isn’t home, that is all I need, to have the neighbor thinking that I am some sort of peeping Tom or something.” To tell the truth, she wasn’t exactly what he would consider peeping material, an older woman, on the heavy side. Not like those women in the magazines, slim with lots of muscle definition, she was more pudgy than anything else, sort of frumpy. Quiet, she waved at all the neighbors when she passed but didn’t seem to be real outgoing. He had never really noticed any single guys coming over to visit, an occasional group of folks over or couples. Generally quiet, pretty much kept to herself.

“Damn, I know the stupid ball has to be here somewhere!”

Concentrating on the search, it was all he could do to not jump when the light from the window suddenly appeared. That extra bit of light did it for him and he spotted the missing ball.

“Oh god, I didn’t even hear the car and now she is home and I am out here sneaking around in her bushes!” Looking up, he realized that he could see directly into what appeared to be a bedroom and his view was essentially limited to a large mirrored vanity. He realized, by looking at the mirror, he could see the rest of the room easily. Because it was dark out, anyone inside probably couldn’t see him. The hedge blocked the view of the house from the street so there didn’t seem to be any reason for her to close the drapes. And, he also realized that she was getting undressed and found himself frozen in place, much like a deer in headlights.

As she began unbutton her blouse, she was dressed in a fairly conservative skirt and blouse, he discovered he was wondering what she really looked like since she usually dressed in loose clothes that made it really hard to determine. She slid off the blouse and he realized what he had always assumed was heaviness was just from the size of her breasts. They were large and heavy. He even thought he could see dark nipples, for the lace of her bra was surprisingly thin given what it was holding up.

She began to unbutton her skirt. He realized he was enjoying this, the added danger of being caught was making the erotic pleasure of watching a semi-stranger undress greater and he was getting hard. She slid out of her skirt and moved to hang up her clothing. He watched how she moved, the cheeks of her ass sliding under the silk of her slip, how her breasts fell away from her body when she leaned forward. She hooked her fingers into the slip and slid it off. Folding that, she turned to walk to the bureau and he caught himself almost groaning, for not only did she have stockings on, but her panties were only the smallest thong! Her generous ass was rounded and the small ribbons that held up her stockings pressed into the cheeks.

He would have never imagined, looking at her dressed for work in drab gray and blue suits, that she was hiding a man’s erotic dream underneath. She was turning the bed down, but he didn’t think she was one of those folks that turned in early. The bed faced the mirror, so he watched her profile as she reached back and unhooked her bra, almost holding his breath. As the lace came away, he saw that he was right, the nipples were large with dark areolas. She lifted each leg onto the bed and began to unhook her stockings and take them off, finally taking off the belt. Clothed only in the tiniest of panties, she reached her hands far above her head and arching her back, stretched. He could see tendrils of hair escaping the tiny front patch of fabric, dark and curly. Walking around the bed again, she passed very close to the window and paused to slide it open a bit, for it was a warm summer night. He flattened himself against the house, thankful for the grass growing there which muffled any sound he would have made.

He could hear her humming to herself as she rummaged around in her nightstand. Curious, he tried to take his eyes off the roundness of her ass where they seem to have stuck and see what she was doing. His eyes grew large as he realized she had pulled an assortment of sex toys out of the drawer and was gazing at them critically. He was beginning to be painfully hard and realized that he was either going to have to pray for a sudden cold rain shower or do something drastic before he could come out from behind the hedge. He heard her murmur, ‘No, not tonight I think,’ as she loaded everything back into the drawer. Hooking her fingers around the tiny sides, she wiggled out of the last bit of covering and tossed it aside. Then she climbed onto the bed.

She took her ample breasts into her hands and began squeezing them, rubbing her legs together slowly. As she squeezed, she ran her thumb over the center and he could see the nipples begin to rise. Then she traced the dark area of her nipple with a fingernail. He imagined that he could see the skin begin to stiffen and pucker, wondering how they would feel under his hands. Were they firm or soft? He suspected they would be firm, for the breasts did not flatten much when she laid down. He saw that the nipples were quite large too, almost like pencil erasers and stood quite tall. She was beginning to make little noises as she pinched and squeezed her breasts and one hand began to wander down her belly.

As she lifted and spread her legs, he was amazed to see that she was bare from the top of the slit back. She obviously shaved and more obviously, at least right now, she was very, very wet. He could see the shine in the mirror as she began slowly tickling the labia. Dipping her finger into the slit, she smeared the wetness over herself as she began to moan in earnest. He realized that he had unconsciously surrendered to necessity, pulled the front of his shorts down and was now stroking his painfully hard cock as his eyes were glued to the mirror.

She was swelling now and he could see her clit beginning to peak out from its protective folds as she spread her legs even wider. Then, taking her other hand from her breasts where it had continued pinching her nipples, she spread her labia, exposing the inner lips and began running the tip of one finger very lightly around the very upper edge. She was visibly squirming now and her gasps and moans had changed in pitch and had become lower.

She began rubbing her clit with the one hand and he saw here slide one and them more fingers inside. Faster and faster she went with him matching the strokes on his cock to her cries until she cried out loudly and pressing her knees together tightly rolled over onto her side and shuddered violently. He also reached his peak and with a low grunt, thick, ropy cum flew through the air to stick to the side of the house. He leaned there for a few moments until the strength returned to his legs, straightened his clothing, picked up the ball and went round the hedge to his own yard. Had he stayed a moment longer, he would have seen her sit up, look at the window and smile.

Sitting down on the stairs to the deck, he tried to regain his composure before going into the house. He was trying to make sense of what had just happened, but there seemed to be a sense of unreality about it. He realized that he had just whacked off, peeking in the neighbors window. God! He hoped he wasn’t turning into some sort of a pervert of something. The next thing would be sneaking around in a trench coat, flashing young girls, or jerking off in porno movies. Shaking his head, he went in.

“Did you find the ball, finally?”

“What?”

“Did you find the ball? Tommy told us he hit the ball onto Ms. Smith’s roof and it went behind the hedge. I figured you would have trouble finding it in the dark. Pat said she would turn on a light so you could see better.”

“Who would?” He was by this time totally confused as the sense of unreality continued.

“Ms. Smith, I ran into her at the grocery store and she was having some problems with her car, so I gave her a lift home and they towed hers to the shop. That is why I was so late, we were waiting for the tow truck. She figured you would be having a hard time seeing anything out there, so she said she would turn on a light so you could see better. Did it help? Oh, it must have, I see you have the ball.”

“Oh yea, the light helped me see a lot.”

Originally posted 2010-11-15 23:46:22. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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I’d been bound up this way for over an hour, waiting for my delectable female housemate Gisele to finally return here with her two equally hot friends Jakki and Natalie. But then I finally heard them opening the apartment door, and my already pounding heartbeat lurched into overdrive. Their voices were all high and delighted and excited, and I could hear them still discussing the bizarre situation.

“You mean he’s sponsoring the whole damn party? Providing us with a quarter once of coke, an once of reefer, and a cold case of Heineken?” This was Natalie, the one who really made my heart pound. “And in exchange for that he wants us to torture him?”

“That’s right!” crowed Gisele. “We get to tie him up, dress him up, whip and beat the shit out of him, feminize him, sodomize him, and do anything we can think of to torture, degrade, and humiliate him, for as long as the party lasts!”

“We don’t have to have sex with him?”

“Hell no! That’s the best part of the deal. He doesn’t get to penetrate any of us. He gets to ejaculate once, at a point and by a method of our choosing. But we get to penetrate him all we want! That’s why I insisted you bring over all your strap-ons. I don’t know about you, but I’m going to get totally coked-up and dildo that little sissy-boy housemate of mine to death! After I whip the living shit out of him, that is.” There were cries of disbelieving excitement about that prospect, more giddy chatter, as Gisele led her two friends across the small apartment and into my bedroom. The other girls got their first sight of me naked and elaborately trussed up on the floor then, and they both burst forth into shrieks of laughter.

“Look what we’ve got to play with!”

“No way! You weren’t kidding! Is that Tom? It is!”

“Nope,” announced Gisele. “For tonight, that’s just a torture-slut fuck-object that has no name. It doesn’t deserve one. But for convenience we can it Slut-boy. Look, what did I tell you: two fat eight-balls on the mirror, an ounce bag of sin semilla and papers, and the cold case of Heineken’s in the fridge there. A totally awesome private party for three very deserving girls. But best of all, we’ve also got us a completely helpless, tightly trussed-up torture-slut to do whatever the hell we want with!”

“I’m getting some downright sinful ideas already!” exclaimed Natalie, sending shivers down my bowed spine, and Jakki eagerly agreed. I was of course blindfolded by buckling black leather, and too overwhelmed with humiliation anyway to even think of looking up at these women as they gloated over me. But their gorgeous faces and forms were as familiar to me as their voices, and I could easily picture and was tormented by their beautiful superiority.

Natalie was of course the worst. Five-foot eleven, a hundred and sixty pounds, she was a very big girl with orange-freckled skin, huge breasts, big arms and shoulders, columnar legs and long, thick, shiny reddish-golden hair. She was so beautiful, yet so large and strong that she pushed all the right buttons in my submission-obsessed psyche. Gisele, my housemate, was her best friend and total opposite, being incredibly slender and just above petite at five-feet four. Her best features were an angelic, heart-shaped face; china doll features; long, wavy, flowing red hair a shade darker than Natalie’s; and of course that succulent, tiny-waisted, pointy-nippled, incredibly lean and spare little body. Jakki was of more average build, with straight blond hair that fell to her shoulders, but even she was patently way too hot for my slump-shouldered, shallow-chested weakness. All three women had of course habitually rejected my sexual advances contemptuously. They were in their early twenties, and had no use for me at all at thirty-four, which they considered sexually defunct. Thus the sure knowledge of my inferiority to such incredible creatures both tormented and turned me on no end, until at last it drove me to make them this outrageous offer. Still they were discussing it.

“But why? I mean look at him there! Why did he agree to this? Why does he want us to tie him up, butt-fuck him, humiliate him, and torture him?”

“Because he’s fucked up! He’s a pervert! Who the fuck cares! Let’s not look a gift horse in the mouth here! Let’s just have some outrageous fun! We can get royally fucked up, marshal all the anger and humiliation of the unjustly oppressed female sex, and take it all out on this pathetic little Slut-boy here! I think I’m going to corn-hole him until I come about a thousand times! Beat the crap out of him; ream him out, maybe even piss in his face before I’m done. Are you guys into it, or what?”

“Hell, yeah!”

“Whoo-hoo!”

The girls slapped high-fives, hugged and kissed. Candles were lit here, there, and everywhere; Jimi Hendrix was put on the stereo, and Gisele got three cold beers from the fridge. Groveling blindly, sucking the big gag-ball, I lay on my belly on the floor between the couch and the coffee table, where the drugs I’d promised them were all laid out. The three girls sat on the couch to drink and party, resting their feet on my hog-tied form, occasionally kicking or spurning me when they changed position or merely felt like it.

The first few beers were guzzled down, a fat joint was rolled and smoked, and there was much chopping and sniffing from the table above me. Soon the girls were talking and laughing happily and excitedly, everyone going a mile a minute, and I seemed almost forgotten. Or so I thought. But then suddenly someone reached down, grabbed the taut rope connecting my ponytail and my back-bent erection, and pulled on it hard. I gave a strangled bleat into the ball gag, and then recognized Natalie’s sneering laugh.

“That’s great! Clever bondage trick, Gisele! But will he be able to eat pussy like that? My black boyfriend doesn’t believe in it, and I could use a good tongue-slut.”

“I know a way to find out!” sang Gisele

“And if he can’t, we’ll just have to untie him,” added Jakki. “After all, we can’t very well whip him raw and butt-fuck him the way he is now.”

“The way it is now,” corrected Natalie. “This thing has no longer has any fixed sex. It exists only to be used in whatever fashion we, its Mistresses, see fit. I myself intend to use it as an automatic cunnilingus machine. After that I say we untie it, feminize it, tie it up again in a more accessible fashion. Then we can beat it and fuck it to within an inch of it’ s measly life!”

“Agreed!” the others chorused. Bottles clinked, and they drank to the plan. A few more lines of coke were snorted, but it was my heart that was truly racing. At last the girls pushed the coffee table away, and Natalie moved around to confront my blindfolded, ball-gagged face. Strong hands brusquely removed both restraints, and soon I was gasping and blinking up at the woman I most coveted, my face flushed red with unbearable shame. She sneered back, beautiful, contemptuous, and snarled at me.

“Here we go, slut-bitch-piece of shit! Here’s your first test of the night! I want you to suck on the crotch a nigger fucks! And you’d better do a damn good job of it! I haven’t come in someone’s face in over a year now, and I fully expect to come in yours! If I don’t.Oh, baby, your night is going to be such a living hell!”

“Not that it won’t be anyway!” Gisele chimed in cheerfully. “I’m going to see to that! I’m going to make our stupid little Slut-boy here so fucking sorry it ever dreamed up this ridiculous stunt! Cocaine just makes me so aggressive, so wild and demanding! And this piece of shit fucking begged me to be just as cruel and heartless and creative and inventive and pitiless as I can possibly be in emasculating it! Didn’t you, Slut-boy?”

“Yes, Mistress Gisele,” I managed to mumble at the floor. They all shrieked again with drug-assisted glee. Then without further ado Natalie lifted the leather skirt she was wearing, revealing nothing but a beautifully shaved vagina and winking pink anus beneath. She sat on the floor in front of me, splay-legged, and scootched herself forward until she’d pushed her pubis right into my face. One hand went to the carpet for support, and the other found the back of my head. She breathed down excitedly, “Now, Slut-boy, picture my bad boy Jamie hammering his long hard tool inside me while you eat me out! Wouldn’t you like to taste and feel that big black licorice stick yourself?”

Not giving me a chance to reply, she shoved my face down to meet her hungry vagina, yanking on my connected cock and balls brutally. Torturing my crushed nuts and back-bent prick, she forced me to perform cunnilingus on her while the other girls continued to party and coke up. I even perceived them feeding Natalie spoons as she gasped and writhed and pumped against my face, and the speed with which she humped my flickering tongue seemed to accelerate endlessly. At last she cried out the first orgasm of the night, as her already running with liquid womanhood suddenly spat out a thick ejaculate, straight into my frantically working face. I did my best to lap up everything I could reach, ignoring the slime dripping down my features to tidy up Natalie. This was the culmination of one of my fondest dreams here, and I savored it while the three girls cheered, clinking bottles and chugging beers to the first slut-soiling of the night.

That called for more weed, more lines, and fresh bottles of beer. I lay there forgotten and soiled while they partook of their refreshments, but then at last they turned their attention to truly preparing me for a night of relentless feminization and mental, emotional, physical and sexual abuse. My ankles were untied, my legs released from the terrible broomstick, and then only the cock-rope held me bowed back. This was truly an agonizing state of affairs, and I was aware of little else but the pain in my genitals while the three young women proceeded to dry-shave my legs and groin quickly free of hair. Prickly nylon stockings of purest white were pulled up over the irritated skin, maddening, and then these were clipped to the garters and belt they arranged about my waist. White, cruelly tight high-heeled pumps were jammed onto my feet, and an incredibly confining girdle was laced up tightly about my mid-section.

While I gasped for breath and fought to think past the agonizing sensation of my sex organs being slowly ripped off, Jakki made my face up like worse kind of slut: heavy on the eye shadow, rouge, and lipstick. A white silk ribbon became a choker for my neck, and at last Gisele sprayed me liberally with her cheapest perfume. Then they all stepped back to have a look and a laugh, to do more drugs and revel in their handiwork.

For fifteen minutes I continued to squirm, whimpering at the pain in my groin, pleading abjectly with my eyes, while they extensively and hilariously ridiculed and critiqued my appearance and performance (so far) as their pathetic little torture slut. Then over more lines of blow the decision was made to mummify me with cellophane, immobilizing me and leaving only my head, groin and buttocks open to the air. These areas would then be free to receive the long night’s concentrated abuse, while the rest of me struggled in vain.

This process was carried out by first using strapping tape to bind my legs tightly together at the ankle, knee, and thigh. Then an entire foot-wide roll of ordinary household cellophane was wrapped tightly all about my legs from the pointed toes of my women’s shoes to just above the tops of my horribly scratchy stockings. More tape sealed up this sheath, and in a twinkling my legs had become one unit, itchy, cocooned, able to bend a little together but not budge at all independently. It was determined then that the current rope bindings restraining my arms, head and genitals were too cumbersome to be similarly cocooned, and these ropes were finally released. At last the relentless pressure on my neck and groin eased, and I sobbed unabashedly in relief.

The three girls jeered at me in disbelief (“Had enough all ready? Oh, Slut-boy, we’re just getting started on you!”) They proceeded to tighten the ropes about my chest and shoulders, then to retie my forearms crosswise behind my back in overlapping fashion. This made a much more compact package of my upper body. Another entire roll of cellophane was brought out, and wrapped around and around and around my arms and torso from belly to neck, encasing me completely.

Although now freed from the cruel cotton rope, my cock remained rigidly erect, this bizarre bondage turning me on so much that I was gasping and moaning continuously as they worked on me. Gisele took the tape again then, and after sealing my upper half thoroughly into its immobilizing cocoon, she wrapped a long, thin strip tightly about the base of my genitals, trapping them once again into pounding erection and making them jut out proudly, the only protuberance from my otherwise completely mummified cross-dressed body.

After a bit of debate they took me then, picking me up and carrying my helpless, tightly sheathed form over behind the couch, where they positioned me right in the center and bent me over the back of it. Head down, ass up high in the air, with my hard cock crushed against the wooden frame, I was left then to wait in painful, trembling suspense as they once again coked up, chugged beer, and began picking through the many tools and weapons that Gisele had gathered for this occasion.

There was a bullwhip, a long limber cane, a heavy wooden fraternity paddle, a hairbrush, a riding crop and at least a dozen fine leather belts, most of them mine. Before I knew it I was being assailed by all of these: one, two, or even three at a time, in never-ending succession. My bare ass went from clean and clear white skin to red and purple and then finally a terrible striped and mottled black and blue in a matter of minutes. Yet they surrounded me for what seemed like hours, strapping, paddling, whipping, beating and caning me, all at once or taking turns while the others recharged their buzz.

My sobbing and screaming was as extensive and continuous as this endless ass beating, and at last Gisele stuffed a pair of her soiled panties into my mouth, muffling my piteous complaint. Then these awesomely fit chicks carried on the vicious whipping like any old coke-inspired workout, until they were all flushed and panting and dripping with sweat.

Garments began to come off then, more beautiful skin and curves were revealed among my tormentors, but unfortunately no lovely bare breasts. And then finally my tenant Gisele, in a skimpy t-shirt and filmy panties, at last came back from her own small room sporting a big black strap-on dildo. She was in the process of harnessing it tightly about her tiny waist, where at a good two inches thick and ten inches long it looked ridiculously oversized on her. But in any case this act seemed a signal, and both Natalie and Jakki were also quick to set aside weapons, then produce and don their own fake but horribly life-like looking cocks.

Jakki had a huge, twelve-inch long flesh-colored member that fitted quite well on her own simple harness, looking imposing indeed. But it was beloved Natalie’s equipment that most caught my attention. Dropping her skirt, she opened her bag and dumped an incredible assortment of dildoes, vibrators and butt-plugs onto the couch. Right away she chose a pair of black latex hot pants, so skin-tight they might have been painted on. Once she stepped into these and pulled them up, the big black twelve-inch cock sticking right up and out from her pubis might have been an integral part of her. Beneath, I could see the crotch of the shorts had been cut away, giving my dream girl both a beautiful cunt and a giant cock to take me with, and finally I began to recover somewhat from the trauma of my beating. After all, much worse was clearly in store for my agonized, upthrust ass.

“Who goes first?’ asked Natalie, her blue eyes glittering with coked-out excitement. She was breathing hard, her chest heaving, big tits pushed up and swelling inside the minimal black lace bra she wore. Her nice white shirt and leather skirt lay cast aside on the bed, and she stroked and tugged at her long, thick, life-like member as though really enjoying the sensation of male masturbation. Gisele put down her straw, dusted off her nose and answered. “I do. It’s my home and my little Slut-boy housemate. I’m the one it approached about this occasion. I get to pop the cherry!”

“Oh, all right,” Natalie growled. “But that slut’s got two fuck-holes, and I call the other one. Jakki, it’s your turn to chop up lines. Do a few, roll a bunch of bombers, chug a beer, and then relieve one of us. We’ll rotate through until we’ve all had our fill of each of this sick little bitch’s slut-holes. If we ever get to that point!”

They all laughed at that, and as those big, hard, intimidating, larger-than-life erect black cocks approached me from in front and behind, I dared try to speak. “Please, my Mistresses.”

“Silence, Slut-boy!” Natalie shouted down at me. “Sluts do not use language! They communicate by grunts, groans, moans and cries!” Gisele was delayed a bit, lubing up her big black strap-on, and so it was actually Natalie who scored the first penetration. Moved to punish my impertinence, she knelt on the edge on the couch, grabbed my inverted face, and crammed her big black penis up into my helpless waiting suck-hole.

“I’ve got something you can do with your tongue and lips, you disgusting slut! Suck my mother-fucking cock! Gobble my crank like the perverted little faggot you are, Slut-boy!”

Unfortunately, despite this demand she didn’t give me much of a chance to demonstrate my technique at all. With my made-up face completely at her mercy, she just began fucking it, tipping my head far back on my neck and hammering her huge cock all the way up into my wide-open throat. I was so busy strangling and gagging on this invasion that I almost missed it when Gisele finally arrived behind my upthrust hips. But then her strong hands split my cheeks, and the cold hard knob of her well-greased dildo kissed my anus. Then, despite the fact that my legs were wrapped tightly together and my anal passage thus somewhat constricted, she pushed herself firmly forward and forced the first dick ever deep up into my tender, virgin boy-cunt.

Ah, what heaven. Already choking on Natalie’s huge member, feeling and watching her rubber clad pubis bash into my lips and nose with every merciless, deep-throated thrust, I almost swooned with the uncontainable pain, shame, and depraved excitement of having my deepest secret fantasy realized at last. Finally I was being butt-fucked, righteously butt-fucked, cored out open by a merciless female dominant that wanted only to hurt and degrade me! Somehow perceiving my unholy, incandescent arousal, Gisele began to mock me then as she built up her own hard rhythm, hammering down into me from above and behind while Natalie continued to thrust herself upward into my face.

“You love this, don’t you, bitch! Slut-boy! You love having me fuck your virgin little boy-cunt! Don’t you? Well, you won’t love it for long, you sick little pervert Slut-boy! I’ve only got myself halfway in! You just wait for rest of me!”

Gisele began to really fuck me then, spreading her legs, bracing herself, gripping my hips and slamming her ten-by-two inch cock into my ass until I was finally taking it all, every inch, feeling slender Gisele’s shapely crotch slapping against my terribly bruised and welted buttocks with the same fervor that Natalie’s bigger black rubber pubis bashed up into my face. Bent over the couch, trapped between the two, I willingly took every inch of both huge hard-ons simultaneously, until at last I learned to suppress the constant gag reflex. Then, despite Gisele’s warning, I truly found myself in slut heaven at last, feeling both long, hard, rough rubber cylinders stroke in and out and in and out and in and out of me in frenzied, almost mechanical syncopation.

Together the two beautiful women brutally raped me, until at last it was impatiently clamoring Jakki’s turn. She couldn’t wait to fuck my mouth, so Natalie moved obligingly around to have at my ass while Gisele went to partake of the old refreshments. In this non-stop, tag-team fashion they cycled around and around, two of them always violently dildo-fucking me while the third one coked back up, keeping the energy level climbing and the pain in my brutalized ass and throat always growing ever greater. After a while, fucking the slut became a kind of competition to them, with Gisele and Jakki constantly trying on different dildoes and techniques while Mistress Natalie concentrated on masterfully displaying her skill with that gleaming black fuck-tool built so beautifully into her tight rubber hot pants.

So relentless and inventive was this big butch bitch at gouging out my throat and rectum that at last, after hours of non-stop sodomy (and let’s not forget the face-fucking), the others finally declared her the Queen Bitch Slut-Fucker of the entire house. Then Jakki and Gisele stepped back a bit, cheering and applauding as Natalie gave one more outstanding encore performance alone: standing behind the couch, punching her big sable phallus so maniacally and pneumatically into my upthrust ass that I was once again screaming and weeping unabashedly at the extreme pain and shame of it all. Only when she at last climaxed yet again from the extremity of her brutal passions did Natalie at last pull her thick black penis all the way out of me.

“Whew! That’s what I call a serious slut-fucking! But you know, we haven’t even begun to torture its cock and balls yet. I mean, besides the way you had it tied up for us, Gisele. That was really great, top notch. Did you see the way it squirmed, when we took away the broomstick? Anyway, what do you say we lay it out on the coffee table now, face up? Then we can use our torture slut for a table while we party. With that evil penis sticking right up in front of us, I’m sure we’ll think of some interesting ways to abuse it.”

“I’m almost ready to take a leak,” suggested Jakki.

“No, no, hold it!” urged Natalie. “You know how it is with beer. As soon as you go once, the floodgates open. Let’s party some more, and all of us hold out as long as we can. Then we’ll find some really interesting way to turn our helpless little slut into a toilet!”

This was eagerly agreed to. Straightaway Natalie turned then, and located the largest butt-plug in her collection: a veritable dildo itself of over eight inches long. This fiendish device was nearly three inches thick in places, hard plastic and wickedly corrugated, and she forced it roughly, mercilessly, all the way down inside my now thoroughly stretched-out ass. Then she slapped several strips of the strong strapping tape over it, taping my butt-cheeks together from top to bottom and sealing that uncomfortable insult deep inside me. Finally I was picked up and dragged roughly off the couch. Easily the three young women manhandled me around, and shortly I found myself lying on my back on the big coffee table. The coke mirror rested on my belly, the bag of reefer in the hollow of my neck, and at last the three hard-working young ladies relaxed on the couch: drinking, snorting, and smoking away. Naturally my still un-gagged mouth begged to be used as an ashtray, and it wasn’t long before all three girls were holding thick, lit bomber joints.

Idly they began to burn me with them, pressing the glowing ends against my turgid, taped-up erection. For the entire time it took them to smoke all three cigar-size joints, snort another gram or so of coke and pound down two more Heinekens apiece, the girls cruelly tortured my captive sex organs this way. Dozens of circular burns sure to form painful blisters soon covered my prick and balls, and at the end, all three smoldering roaches were ground out against my sensitive head-bulb before being dropped into my screaming mouth for disposal.

By then none of the girls could hold out much longer, and they began to debate the least messy way (for them) to turn me into a communal human toilet. This disgusting prospect hadn’t been part of my original intention, and once again I dared to try to beg off.

The girls had enjoyed my screaming and pleading under my terrible penis-torture, but now they had no patience for this kind of weaselly wheedling. Gisele once again stuffed her soiled panties into my mouth, and then used an old silk scarf to tie them in. After that she grinned smugly down at me. “There. Now we’ll hear nothing else from Slut-boy for the rest of the night. Let’s go girls, I really gotta pee!” They dragged me off the table by my feet then, letting me thump painfully onto the floor. Then my traumatized ass scraped across the carpet as they dragged me into the bathroom. Natalie took one of the ropes from before, lashed it tightly about my ankles, and then tossed it up over the showerhead. All three girls pulled at once, and I was dragged into the shower stall by my bound feet and hoisted into the air.

They hung me upside-down in there, with my ass and back against the damp rear wall of the stall and just the back of my head and shoulders barely resting on the tiled floor. The drain lay just beyond my face, perfect for what they had in mind, and after tying my feet off, then ensuring my complete helplessness and inability to move by tightly roping my cocoon to the hot-and-cold handles, Natalie was once again the first to take full advantage of the limitless opportunity I’d so foolishly given them.

Still wearing the crotch-less dildo shorts, she stepped over me and squatted, splaying those long, strong, columnar legs out wide. For the first time ever, I had a clear, glorious, absolutely unobstructed view of her beautiful twat. Then Natalie’s hands went from caressing her big black hard-on to cupping her abdomen just above it, and she let out a long and exquisitely eloquent groan. Simultaneously she began to make water, spraying her body’s waste out in a forceful stream that splattered directly down into my waiting face.

Instantly my panties gag was soaked, the noxious urine permeating it completely and trickling through it into my mouth. Absolutely helpless, I could do nothing but hang upside-down there and swallow it, the blood pounding in my inverted head while Natalie pissed, pissed, pissed into my face and mouth. Soon my hair was soaked as well, and I could hear the excess trickling past my ears to puddle about my head and shoulders and then flow slowly down the drain.

“Yeah, Natalie! You go girl! All that beer! Piss all over that worthless slut!”

The others cheered her on, and when at last Natalie finished voiding, Gisele was quick to step into the stall and take her place. Again I was granted a brief, glorious view of heavenly territory forever forbidden to me, then again a hot, salty stream full of bitter, reeking ammonia came arcing down into my face, comprehensively defiling me.

Gisele squeezed her bladder with both hands, groaning while she gushed all over me, and the puddle I was in and the amount of urine I was forced to suck from the gag and swallow doubled. My painfully beautiful housemate laughed gaily at me as she at last finished trickling, and then Jakki stepped up and the entire process was repeated yet again. At last, when the call of nature had been temporarily satisfied, the girls looked around for ways to keep me suffering in there while they returned to my bedroom to continue the party.

It was agreed that much more voiding would have be done, and that I had arrived at my final resting place for the duration of the festivities: hanging cocooned head down in an ever-growing puddle of piss, a communal toilet for my lovely female superiors. In order to keep me occupied in their absence, Natalie turned on the water in the showerhead, but just barely. This caused it to drip-drip-drip relentlessly on my forehead, the dreaded and diabolical Chinese water torture. Then Gisele produced a big Victor rattrap.

With great hilarity the trap was carefully set. Then Gisele gingerly prodded the trigger against my already brutalized but still rigidly erect penis. The trap snapped shut on my taped dick with a force sufficient to break a finger, and I screamed in agony through my urine soaked gag. “Hooray! We’ve caught us a trouser rat!” Another, smaller mousetrap was snapped shut on my balls, and I writhed within my bonds in desperate excruciation. The girls had done their job too well, however, and even my most violent paroxysms proved insufficient to even move me out of the path of the dripping water, to say nothing of freeing my tortured genitals or allowing me to escape. No, this was a hell I’d bought and paid for, and the girls left me to enjoy it alone while they returned to their party.

For the next several hours I hung there then, listening to them party in the next room and both craving and dreading the next cycle in the endless progression of beer-bloated girls who stepped into the stall, squatted above me, and then forcefully pissed out all over my helpless face. The floodgates were indeed open; I must have been soiled at least a couple or even three dozen times. On each occasion, the girl coming in to smirk down at me, spread her legs and gigglingly use me as a human toilet was more and more wasted, and it was clear that they were having an absolutely fabulous time without me. Finally I began to hear moans, and the unmistakable sounds of them fucking each other, as they used their fingers and tongues, vibrators and strap-on dildoes with a shameless drugged abandon. Desperate moans, cries of passion, and utter shrieking orgasms tormented me for at least another hour then, as the orgiastic three-way going on not ten feet away kept the girls far too busy to bother with pissing on me. But finally, after a bit of pillow talk, all three gorgeous females trooped back into the bathroom, closer to naked than ever.

Gisele wore only her strap-on and skimpy white t-shirt, and the sight of her thimble-sized nipples poking through the threadbare fabric was maddening. Oh how I’d give anything to suckle on those! Oblivious, my sweet little housemate stepped up to be the first one to piss on me again. She smiled, did so extravagantly, and then Jakki followed.

She too denied me the sight of her unclothed breasts, wearing one of my own best dress shirts unbuttoned over her beautifully clear-skinned, bra-less torso. But as always it was Natalie who was most brazen. When she took her place above me in the stall, I was glorified and exalted to see that the dildo-equipped hot pants were all she wore. Her black bra was gone; her beautiful big boobs were utterly naked. The pebbly pink nipples were fully hard and erect and the fat, sloping globes delightfully peppered all over with those evocative orange freckles. She sneered contemptuously at the way I goggled at her, and when she suddenly let go she pissed deliberately straight into my impetuous eyes. Two minutes later, when her burning stream had at last petered out, and I’d finally blinked my teary gaze clear, I saw that she was not now moving to leave the stall, but only turning around and squatting down even lower. To my bottomless horror, I heard her talking, first to her friends and then to me.

“Watch this, you guys. I’m going to dung on its stupid ugly face.

“You want me, don’t you Slut-boy? You’ve always wanted me. You’ve always wanted to be the one to fuck me. I know. You think I’m totally hot. In fact, you’re helplessly in love with me. Aren’t you? Ha! Look at it nod! I knew it. Well, you know what, Slut-boy? This is what I think of you. This is my ultimate opinion of you as a man, a human being, and a potential boyfriend-husband-sex partner.” She lowered herself even further, splitting her most private secret middle as wide open as possible just above my helplessly immobile face. Shifting about, she gripped and spread her perfect cheeks, and suddenly I saw that beautiful pink hole of hers begin to open and grow a sinister brown finger. She grunted then, taking a deep breath and bearing down, and then she proceeded to push her steaming-hot shit right out into my immobilized face. Long, fat, hundred-degree feces slowly uncoiled themselves, dropping and plopping down all over my piss-soaked features in an ultimate insult. Most of them hit, slid, and tumbled off, and over the sound of Gisele and Jakki cheering and laughing hysterically, I heard Natalie curse me.

“Shit. Fucking Slut-boy! Here, give me that!”

From among the cleaning supplies, Gisele handed her friend a heavy rubber work glove. Natalie donned it, wiped herself, then used her protected hand to pick up the fallen turds and smear them deliberately all over my face. Across my forehead, all around my neck, cheeks, lips, chin, nose, even all over my septum, just below the nostrils where I’d be sure to smell it with every breath, she covered my entire face with a thick ‘beauty mask’ of her stinky brown shit.

“There. Now you know precisely how I feel about you, Slut-boy. Not even fit to eat my shit, that’s what you are! I can’t believe I ever let you suck my cunt!”

“Oh my god, look at its cock!” Jakki suddenly shrieked. “It’s so hard and pulsing, the rat trap just moved! Slut-boy loves this! Our stupid little fuck-hole loves having you wipe your stinky shit all over its face, and abysmally degrade it the whole damn time! Why, this is the best part of its whole fucking night”

“Of course it is!” sneered beautiful Gisele. “I told you it was a fucking pervert!” Then she laughed. “Oh, what the hell. One ejaculation was part of the deal.”

She stepped into the stall where I hung there, mummified, piss-soaked and liberally be-shitted. Quickly she removed the rattraps from my horribly wounded prick and balls, and even unwound the tight tape from about the base. Then, carefully pointing my madly pulsating and unprecedentedly erect (if dangerously burned and bruised) penis straight down at my shit-covered face, she gave it three quick, professional, (not to mention excruciating) jerks. That was all that was necessary. My incredibly explosive orgasm burst through me, making me shudder convulsively all over and spew out gobbet after gobbet after hot, spunky splatter of my obviously inferior semen.

Nearly every clot and drop of it hit me directly in the shit-face, furthering my already mind-boggling defilement, and all three girls ridiculed me mercilessly.

Incredible that I should ejaculate so quickly, that I should be experiencing such extreme sexual pleasure from the insane amounts of torture and humiliation they’d been subjecting me to! For nearly five minutes they rubbed my face in as much metaphorical shit as Natalie and my own gonads had already supplied. After that, in a mix of further degradation and rare compassion, Gisele forced me to empty my own bladder.

“That’s right, Slut-boy! You’ve already come in it, now I want you to piss in your own face! I’m going to clamp these raptraps back on you, see, and then we’re going to leave you hanging in here for the rest of this night and probably most of the next day. I don’t want your kidneys to back up, and make you seriously sick. How could we do this to you again next weekend, if you’re stuck in the fucking hospital?”

All three girls laughed uproariously at my look of startled fear, and Gisele continued.

“That’s right. We’re having such a good time tonight that I’ve decided that from now on, instead of me paying you rent, me and my friends are going to do this to you whenever we feel like it, probably at least once a week. So lucky you, Slut-boy! You’re going to graduate from being just my housemate to my permanent sugar daddy, and my round-the clock, cocksucking shit-eating slut-puppy!” She clapped her hands with derisive glee.

“Now I know you’re real excited about this, and we’ll allow you to toast the occasion appropriately later. Trust me. But right now, Slut-boy, I hate to tell you this, but we’re almost out of beer here – although we’ve still got plenty of this good green reefer left. So Natalie’s going to take your wallet, go out and get some more beer.”

“And coke, get more coke,” urged Jakki, stepping up with Gisele’s camera and leering before taking several quick snapshots of me hanging there upside down, bound from head to toe and ridiculously soiled in my cellophane cocoon.

“.get more beer and coke, and pick up our boyfriends. Then you can hang in here all night, listen to us have our incredible orgy right in your own bed, and wait for one of us – boys or girls! – to come in here now and then and piss all over your stupid face. I’m going to pull out those panties and shit in your mouth, too. I think you’re fit to eat my shit at least. Maybe even every time I have to go from now on. Anyway, at the very end of the party, after we’ve all come about a million times, Jakki and Natalie and I will come back in here and douche out our slimy, stinky pussies all over you, adding one last layer of spent, mingled man-spunk to your silly, soiled face. How’s that sound for excitement?!”

Gisele snickered at my look of utter terror and purest misery. She did her best to be both terrifying and reassuring. “Don’t worry, Slut-boy. Tomorrow afternoon or evening – depending when I wake up, after I have my first cup of coffee and cigarette and everything – I’ll need to shit and shower. I’ll piss and crap in your mouth again, then cut you down, unwrap, un-tape and untie you, take the rattraps off your dick and such, and let you loose to clean up the house in your stockings, panties, bra, high heels and shit-face. After that, for a little while, you can go back to being just Tom again. At least, until you heal up enough for our next big slut-fucking party!”

All three girls laughed richly at that, and then Gisele suddenly punched me hard in the bladder. Helplessly I voided, the hot urine once again spilling down into my face. They all laughed cruelly at me as I retched and sobbed and pissed all over myself, sneering contemptuously at my weakness and perversion. Once she was sure I was empty then, Gisele used her expert tricks (and my own twisted, innate compulsions) to jerk me back up into an impressive state of hardness. Then she once again snapped her wicked rattraps back onto my tortured genitals. Watching me sob and shake with agonized despair, she laughed evilly yet again, and spurned me with a tiny, deliciously sexy bare foot. Then she turned, walked out of the shit house and left me hanging there.

Just outside the door, Jakki kissed her, fondling her breast and slipping her the tongue salaciously. Natalie was already dressed again, jingling my car keys and rifling through my wallet. Three, four, five hundred dollars: the rest of my pay for this week. She waved the sheaf of bills excitedly, kissed both her friends, and headed for my car.

Gisele and Jakki began to make out. My horribly abused cock hurt like acid fire. My legs itched maddeningly. I was cold, soaked. Water kept dripping relentlessly on my forehead, driving me absolutely batshit. Two bare 75-watt light bulbs on the bathroom ceiling blazed relentlessly into my eyes. Closing them against the glare hardly helped at all. The girls were moaning in ecstasy again. Please, Natalie, hurry back!

Originally posted 2009-06-30 15:52:50. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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