Submissive Boyfriend’s Morning Spanking

“Wake up my pet.” I felt her fingers rifling my hair.

I smiled then opened my eyes. The clock showed I’d slept much later than usual.

Looking up at her beside me on the bed I caught the crooked smile on her parted lips and what I think of as That Look. It was if she were looking through me. She tried to explain it to me once. I looked barely six inches tall sometimes she said.

“I’m almost sorry to need you right now.” She neither looked nor sounded apologetic. I shivered. Not first thing in the day. Now I had the right to get on my knees and very humbly beg her to accept my inability. And she would’ve. But I was awake, no demands on my time and didn’t feel bad just worried. I could say I swallowed my pride but I was already seeing her as my Goddess, no pride was left. I just swallowed air. And nodded.

“Roll onto your hands and knees. Bring your feet over the edge of the bed. I obeyed.

Her palm smacked into my buttocks until I could feel but not see their blush. This was just the warm-up. Athletes warm-up so do masochists’ butts.

Then there was the wait. Whatever instrument was about to strike me she’d have chosen before waking me. I was being allowed to worry. Would it be that cat o’ nine tales that I could barely tolerate? I’d barely thought of that when one of her crueler floggers cut into my skin. My response was somewhere between “yeep!” and “ow!” and several other meaningless sounds.

“Legs down!” The flogger hit the back of my calves. I’d forgotten to hold my legs flat against the bed. I’d do my best to comply. Displeasing her would only earn me more lashes.

But how many lashes? She hadn’t told me. She wasn’t counting. I certainly wasn’t. Given what that flogger could do she was relatively restrained. Not that a single stroke left me silent. Once I unintentionally started to move up and it slice into my back. I fought to hold myself still, except for my tongue. There was no controlling that without a gag.

Really it probably didn’t last that long. But when it was over all I knew was the successive burning stings that had cut into my ass. It wasn’t until I felt the vastly milder burn of an antiseptic spray that I knew she was done.

“Now that is the way to start the day.” I didn’t quite agree but I relaxed. I could tell that she was done. For all I knew that had only been the beginning. Once again I felt her fingernails gently move through my hair. My normal pleasure at this was mixed with a mortifying gratitude that he need to see me suffer was satisfied for now.

“You just relax, hon. I’ll fix a nice breakfast for you.”

This morning I’d be eating standing up.

Slave of Three Women

There I was, lying on my belly on the floor of my own bedroom, naked and severely hogtied. My arms were wrenched around painfully far behind my back, straining my shoulder sockets considerably and arching my bound torso upward. Quarter-inch cotton cord tied my elbows together high behind my bowed spine, then described a tight spiral all the way down my pressed-together forearms to my elaborately lashed-up wrists. Another long rope was wrapped quite redundantly about my upper chest and shoulders, but it wasn’t these bonds that troubled me. My feet were very widely spread, with my ankles lashed tightly to either end of a sturdy wooden broomstick. Normally, this wouldn’t be too bad either, but my housemate Gisele had also left me with my legs severely back-angled at the knees, my bound feet pulled all the way up behind me so that the center of the broomstick could be part of the elaborate lashing securing my forearms and wrists. This cruel hogtying pulled my restrained, contorted body into a taut bow, stressing every muscle and joint. Yet not even this comprehensive bondage was the worst of my predicament. One more short, taut, quarter inch rope was braided into my ponytail. From here it ran down the center of my back, through the crack of my ass to finally be tied pitilessly tightly about both the base of my genitals and the head of my back-bent erection. Trapped full of blood, fully engorged and pulsating, my straining hard-on was thus yanked cruelly backward between my spread-apart legs. Not only did this crush my rope-bound balls back up into my anus, it made it impossible to lower my blindfolded, ball-gagged head in the slightest amount without causing my hyper-extended penis and crushed testicles incredible pain.

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!

Should Women Keep Boyfriends & Husbands in Cages?

If a woman has a slave boyfriend or husband should she keep him in a cage?

In ideal circumstances a male slave is busy performing errands, chores and tasks. Often there is nothing useful for the slave to do. Given the innate immaturity of the lesser sex it is in the interests of the Mistress Owner to keep him out of trouble.

The caged slave man is harmless and comfortable.

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Some dominant women use shackles and straps. Others may opt to put him in a dark, mostly empty closet. Putting the male slave in a cage seems more humane. He can move and change position. His limited freedom keeps him from being rowdy.

If there is enough light his Mistress Owner may allow her slave husband or boyfriend to read. This would give him time to study works on female superiority. It is good for slave men to understand their true nature. Of course he can be permitted to read for pleasure.

Being locked in a cage is healthy psychological reinforcement: his actions are limited by the choices of his Mistress Owner. He cannot do what she will not permit.

Feminized Man’s Need for Domestic Discipline

Not long after they met and started dating this woman had the man in a dress. Having a natural aptitude for submission he quickly became her submissive sissy.

And he quickly accepted being spanked as fit between a male weakling and a strong woman. Besides he really was always at fault. He needed a woman’s discipline to help him curb bad habits and overcome his carelessness and laziness.

He feels that she spanks him because she cares.

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Office Slave

To say I was surprised to see her again would be an understatement. It was out and out shock to see the first woman who introduced me to the dark world of submission. My heart pounded as I stood in the crowd of donors waiting to shake hands with the celebrities sponsoring the worthwhile charity in which we all supported. I had been awarded the honor of representing my firm for my hard work and now it seemed to be more to the reward than I ever expected. She hadn’t spotted me yet but I knew that she would if she continued to stand behind the celebrities. All I could hope for is that the celebrity would send her on an errand or she needed to take a break.

Staring at her, I felt my submissiveness to her return. Though her height was only 5’2, she would always wear the most expensive, fashionable, pair of shoes the raise her height to 5’5 or taller. The smart business suit she wore was tailored to show off the hard body beneath. A smile crossed my face as I realized that she was wearing her favorite lingerie: a black lace thong with a matching bra. I knew this because of the thigh high stockings she wore. When working at a high profile event, she always wore the most expensive lingerie. She had often remarked to me that it gave her an edge when dealing with a troublesome celebrity or promoting a big event. Best of all, she was wearing her makeup to perfection: Not too heavy, not too light. The only noticeable change was that her hair was cut shorter. I guess she had gotten tired of waiting for her hair to dry or she needed the time saved to make her commute every morning.

Kalinda always ran late in the morning.

My date pulled at my arm to make me close the gap that had formed in the line. I felt uncomfortable but Mia, my girlfriend for the last six months, would be disappointed if I pulled us out of line. Mia had been waiting to meet the actor of her favorite show. She often said how much the two of us resembled each other, but I never saw it. We did have the same nose and hair, but that hardly made us twins. Despite the long line, Mia was going to at least get her picture taken with him, which is one of the reasons why I was with her, and at least a hug. I could tell that she was excited in more ways than one by the meeting and that I would be rewarded when we got back to my apartment with a night of great sex.

As the line inched along, I pictured my self naked, wearing only a collar around my neck as well as that of those in line. I shook my head to clear myself of such thoughts. The mere presence of Kalinda was affecting me. It was just like the old days when I was interning at the same movie studio that Kalinda worked. That’s how we met, or I should say, where she spotted me. I was eager to please skinny Junior from college who was planning for a career in the entertainment field. Despite the internship having a reputation of being high stress, which turned out to be the opposite, it was a highly sought position and I had felt fortunate to have made it. My mentor was one of the old time bosses who didn’t revel in the chance to abuse the interns. We got along wonderfully once he saw my work ethic. The job was like going to Disneyland. I got to run several packages and messages to shoots. I met many famous people and saw the magic of film making. Eventually, I learned that it was a stressful business and that most of the famous people were very human beings. My friends and family were impressed though, so I tried not to shatter their illusions.

While my job seemed to be the best, I quickly recognized that most of the executives were under enormous pressure. They were the worse ones to deal with because they took it out on the interns or their assistants. It wasn’t uncommon to see another intern in tears or cursing the existence of their bosses while performing a menial task. My mentor was taking a two-week vacation and I was sent to work in promotions until he got back. It was here that I met Kalinda or I should say, where she discovered me.

Kalinda wasn’t the boss in the department, but she was an ambitious up and comer. She worked hard and, as I was to discover, played hard. Everyone seemed to grudgingly respect her, but they didn’t seem to like her very much. My first encounter with her was a severe tongue lashing about proper procedure in her office. I stood there and took it somewhat stoically. After that, I became her go-to guy. Whenever she wanted something done, I was the first one she called. While I was attracted to her assertiveness and beauty, I never thought of pursuing a relationship. This didn’t stop me from fantasizing about Kalinda and masturbating to images of us having sex. She had a strong effect on me.

It all changed one day when she called me into her office the last day I was to return to my mentor to move a box to another office. The box was in the middle of the office right behind her desk which was against the wall. She swivelled around in her chair as I entered giving me a nice view of her crossed legs. “Pick up the box and take it over to post production.” I bent over and tried to lift the box. It was heavier than I expected. I repositioned myself so that my back was to Kalinda. Grabbing the box again, I bent my knees and prepared to lift the box. It was then that I heard Kalinda’s gasp. I turned around to see if there was something wrong only to see her legs had parted giving me a view of her thighs and that her face was slightly flushed. Our eyes locked on each other and I saw my lust reflected in her eyes. I wanted to say something, but instead, I turned back around and bent over again. I paused for a few unnecessary seconds before lifting the box and walking out the door.

The rest of the day was uneventful, but the scene kept replaying like the out takes of a movie in production. I saw what had happened from different angles. Something about me had turned her on and I knew that it was my bending over had triggered it. I felt myself getting aroused by the fact that I had made Kalinda, the demanding woman, horny. This made me feel satisfied on a deep level. My last day in her department was going to be left with me having aroused Kalinda. Too bad nothing was going to come of it, I thought.

The office manager called my desk and asked me if I could put in a few extra hours on my last day helping one of the promoters with a project. I thought about it. I hadn’t any plans and it was the last day, I might as well help them out one more time. Besides, my mentor impressed that it was better for people to owe you a favor than for you to owe them a favor. So I agreed. I was given an hour and half to get something to eat before reporting back to the office. I don’t eat much, so after eating a quick meal, I went home, showered, and changed clothes. The office was mostly deserted when I returned. The office manager had left an envelope on my desk with my name on it. I opened and read it. My heart skipped a beat as I reread the note. I was working with Kalinda.

I knocked on Kalinda’s open door. She spun around casually and smiled softly. “Close the door behind you.”

I pulled the door until it clicked shut. Since it was a working office, there were no extra chairs in Kalinda’s office so I was forced to stand. I shifted nervously while standing silently before her. I became uncomfortably aware of everything and that the office had shrunk in size with every second of silence. I was terrified of saying something wrong even though I didn’t know why. The amused look in her eyes undermined my confidence even more. She crossed her legs and let her shoe slip so that it was being held on by her toes.

“You are here to help me on a special project,” Kalinda informed me. I nodded in agreement, though I didn’t know why.

She stood up and looked up at me. “I’m not going to lie to you. You’ve been on my mind for sometime now. I have been watching you ever since you arrived on the lot and you make me wet.”

The word “wet” made my throat tightened.

“Does that make you uncomfortable? It shouldn’t. It’s a compliment.” She lifted her hand and stroked my cheek softly. “You should understand something before we begin. You are free to leave or say no if you are unable to continue. Just remember one thing, I am in charge of my relationships if you get my meaning. Do you understand?”

I nodded and said, “yeah.”

She didn’t smile, but I could tell that she approved. “Good. Now go to my desk and read the letter on my desk. If you agree then sign it, date it, and print the time. Or else, leave.”

I went over to the desk and bent over to read the letter which stated:

“I do so willingly and freely give myself over totally to Kalinda for the next 12 hours and promise to obey all commands given. I understand that I expect nothing in return nor am I coerced in anyway into signing this document.”

Below it was a place for my signature and time. It was vague, but I knew what I was agreeing to as I signed, dated, and printed the time. She picked up the paper and read it. Then she opened up her top drawer and placed in an envelope. “Wet your tongue and stick it out,” she commanded. This was harder than I thought for my mouth had gone dry, but I managed to find some saliva somewhere. I stuck out my tongue and she ran the flap along it leaving a glue taste in my mouth.

Kalinda sealed the envelope and placed it in her top drawer. “Now, take off all of your clothes for me. Be sure to fold them neatly and place them in front of the door.”

I hesitated. “Do it now or else leave.”

I did as she asked. Kalinda hand wrapped around my cock causing it to grow. The head was a deep purple and it throbbed within her, delicate, well-manicured hand. She pumped it slowly which caused me to moan. Then she let go of it.

“Isn’t my cock nice,” she stated as if I were some piece of furniture? She grabbed the tip and pinched it between her nails causing me to gasp. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes…your cock is nice,” I stammered. She released it and stepped away.

“Good. Don’t you ever forget that it is my cock not yours for the next twelve hours? I will do with it whatever I like so don’t expect anything. Now I want to play with it for a few more minutes. You are to hold still.”

Kalinda pulled, squeezed, rubbed, caressed, slapped and pinched my cock for the next fifteen minutes. Try as I may, I couldn’t stop from pulling away which caused her to yank and squeeze my balls which made me nauseous and ache. Her words cut through me like a hot poker. pre cum spurted unto her hand which she held up and made me lick off her hand. After I finished, she stepped away from me and stopped her assault.

“Now bend over my desk. I want to see that ass,” Kalinda ordered with a deep, flustered, voice.

I bent over. She sighed as her hand caressed it. I felt her other hand reach underneath and cup my balls. They felt heavy as the hand then grabbed my cock while the other hand tickled my anus. She slowly pressed her finger inside while pumping and stroking me. I soon found myself gasping and moaning as her finger worked its way deep inside. The arousal and pleasure were more intense than anything I could imagine, but at the same time, I felt humiliated as she took me like a man might take another man. The thought repulsed me. She must have sensed what I was thinking for she licked my ear and whispered, “It’s not fun to be my bitch, is it?”

“No… yes… I… ah…don’t know.” I replied.

She continued while I endured as best I could. The repulsion remained, but I wanted more. Finally she stopped after having snaked in two fingers.

“Remain there. Just like that,” she commanded.

The sound of a briefcase opening made me look around at a leather paddle she held in her hands. Kalinda saw this and immediately struck. “Eyes forward. And don’t you dare cum on my desk. Now count out loud and don’t forget to thank me for each one or we will start all over.”

“One. Thank you Kalinda.” I said immediately.

By the time Kalinda was done, we had restarted three times. I knew my ass was going to be back and blue. The heat from it was painful and she was proud of her handy work. Somehow, I managed not to come and had become semierect. There were tears streaking down my face before she finally stopped. Kalinda made me kneel and pulled me to her until I stopped crying. She wiped the tears away with a handkerchief and stepped away. Unfastening her skirt, I looked at her black lace G-string and thigh high stockings. She sat down in her chair and pulled the G-string down her legs, revealing her sex and the dark patch of pubic hair at the top. Then handed them to me. I took them in my hand and felt how wet they were. Kalinda rolled the chair over to me and looked down at me. “Now, I want you to do what I tell you.”

My face was between her thighs and I learned how she liked to be pleasured. I don’t know how long I spent there, but I didn’t stop until she pushed me away. She stroked me to fullness once again and then, which surprised me, gave me an intense blow job which brought me to the edge of orgasm. Then she stopped and stood up. My eyes devoured her well shaped and toned ass and legs as she reached into her case and pulled out what looked to be a jock strap. “Put these on,” she commanded. I stepped into them and pulled them up. It was difficult because of my arousal, but I managed to stuff it inside. She leaned over and attached a small padlock pulling out the key. She placed the key inside a 9-X 12 envelopes followed by the sealed envelope inside. Then sealed and addressed it to me.

“You are wearing a chastity belt. The key and the letter that you signed will be mailed and waiting on your desk tomorrow. I don’t want you to abuse my property until after six hours is up. You will bring the key back to me and I will set you free. Go home.”

After an uncomfortable night sleeping on my stomach, I arrived the next day and found the envelope waiting for me. I took the key immediately to Kalinda’s office where she made me wait outside. Acknowledging my presence, I followed her to the ladies’ bathroom. She put an “out of order” sign on the bathroom door and pulled me inside by my tie. Once there, she led me by my tie to a lounger and ordered me to remove my shoes and pants. Then she inspected her paddle handiwork before unlocking and sliding the chastity belt down. After stepping out of them, my cock sprung erect. Her lips wrapped around it and she proceeded to suck, lick, and stroke me to the most intense orgasm of my life. She kissed me and pushed my seed deep into my mouth with her tongue causing me to moan in surprise. I coughed after she broke off the kiss and spat a few times. Kalinda chuckled and told me to get dress. The rest of the day, I was a mess, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. Before I was through, an envelope arrived from Kalinda. Inside was a new contract with directions to her apartment. The time period was for the whole weekend.

Kalinda and I spent most of the summer playing. She introduced me to so much about me and scene that I fell in love. We did more than bdsm. We were conventional-boyfriend and girlfriend most of the time. By the time Fall semester came, I felt heartbroken to leave, but leave I did. We stayed in touch, but never really returned to our relationship. I went to Law School and that was the end. Upon graduation, I accepted a job with a medium Law firm back in L.A. Though we hooked back up for a celebration, Kalinda and I didn’t really try to renew our relationship. She joined with one of the big talent agencies and was involved with another by then. There was the annual Christmas card, but that was all.

Mia pulled on my arm and handed me her camera. The actor smiled and they hugged. Mia was quite giddy after they exchanged a few words. The actor nodded and winked at me as he answered a question about a future plot line. I smiled politely and dragged Mia away. We walked over to the table where our reserved seating was at. Mia and talked pleasantly when a familiar voice called my name. Turning, I saw it was Kalinda.

I got up and we hugged in the friendly, but not too friendly, fake Hollywood way.

“Can I steal him away for a few minutes,” she asked Mia?

Mia’s blue eyes flashed something of a warning before telling Kalinda okay. Kalinda led me to the bar.

“I like her. She’s cute.”

“Yeah. So do I.”

“Are you two serious?” Kalinda asked inquisitively.

“Serious enough,” I replied.

“You two play?”

“Not much. Usually she is the submissive one.”

Kalinda smiled and handed me her card.

“If you ever get lonely for the old days, call me.”

I took her card. “I don’t think so, but I will hold onto it.”

“You were the best one. I wanted you to know that.”

We looked at each other. I smiled and placed the card in my wallet.

“I don’t know if Mia and I are going to make it, but just in case it doesn’t, I will hold onto this.”

We returned arm in arm back to the reception room. Mia got jealous, but it didn’t last for more than five minutes. They warmed up to each other as Mia picked Kalinda’s brain about the actor. Eventually, Kalinda had to leave. Later, Mia picked my brain about Kalinda. I told her everything- -except my submission. It was a special secret that I didn’t want Mia to know until I was certain about how our relationship was going to develop. I knew that she didn’t have it in her to be a Domina, but I didn’t really miss being submissive to care. Kalinda had shown me about that side of me to last the rest of my life.

Femdom in Spain

By Mukim

As a single guy of 22 back in the late sixties I had a femdom experience I shall never forget. My planned summer holiday day to Spain with Jack my best friend fell through at the last minute and I could not even get a refund. I was noaning to a girl called Claire who worked in the Office next door. She has fallen out with her boyfriend a her holiday plans too were ruined. She explained she was going to stay in a Caravan in Devon but she was now without a car. She was a very striking slim brunnete and had an assertive manner. She asked me if I drove and had a car. I said yes, and then she suggested we holidayed together in Devon. I could hardly believe my luck. We talked of our plans in more detail in her flat and she said she felt safe with me, it seemed all the girls thought I was polite and cute and would be their ideal brother figure. She explained further that she wanted my company, she liked me very much but did not fancy me in any way and made me promise I would be a gentleman and treat her with respect for the two weeks we would be together in a small two bedroomed caravan. I agreed although I sighed inwardly thinking how drop dead gorgeous she was. Then to by acute embrassement she told me I must promise not to masturbate during our two week period together because such behaviour freaked her out. I turned bright red with embrassment saying I had no intention of doing so. Inside my pants my six inch cock was beginning to stir and with her talk of masturbation it grew hard and my balls ached. I prayed she would not notice. When the holiday came we were blessed with good weather. There was a beach near the caravan and we went there everyday. She wore a tight bikini, she had two, one blue, one red. We played with a beach ball on the sand like kids, she was great fun. If we walked into the local village she would hold my hand and I would buy a paper as quickly as possible to hard my constant erections which pushed against the fabric of my shorts. Those walks were wonderful and after the third day she seemed to grow more and more affectionate giving me light kisses and light spanks to my bottom to guide me into a shop of her choice. It was the best holiday of my life apart from the increasing sexual frustration. At night with Claire sleeping next door I just held my cock which again was huge and aching. I felt so miserable there was no relief. we were there for two weeks, on the Monday of the second week it got so bad on the beach watching in her micro bikini that I swan out a long way and at last the cold sea water shrunk my cock. On my way back she ran to me and wrapped her arms around me, ‘you were gone such a long time David I was getting worried.’ She kissed me affectionately and I kissed her back holding her slim body gently in my arms. She felt so good and my erection was back worse than ever I was beginning to think the beast felt would burst through my trunks. That night in the Caravan she cooked me a light supper and poured me a glass of red wine, it was still warm and she wore a dressing gown tied tightly around her waist with nothing underneath. I wore some shorts and had postioned a paperback over my lap to hide yet another painfull erection. She sat down beside me and placed her gentle hand on my kneee, I nearly came there and then. ‘You have been very good.’ she said but I can see your are suffering looking at my lap with a cheeky grin on her face. I laughed trying to make a joke of my embrassment, inwardly I wanted to cry. ‘Why don’t you take it out and stroke it for me and I will watch.’ ‘No, I thought you were freaked out about masturbation.’ I replied. She then told me it was ok because I had her permission, it is the men who creep away and do it that are the pervs she told me. I still resisted, I was a nice middle class boy, a virgin and masturbation was still a very taboo subject back them. ‘Come on David, no need to be shy.’ then she undid her dressing gown reavealing her beautiful small but firm breasts. I gasped, then pulled down my trunks and started to pump furiuosly. ‘No no. not like an animal David , nice and slowly for me and don’t cum.’ I wanked slowly for her my balls were aching. ‘Please,’ I was begging now it was so humliating. ‘I don’t think it would be very polite to pruduce that horrible white sticky stuff in front of a lady, when you think you are about to come, stop, calm down and then we will start again.’ I could not believe my ears and after ten minuets of stop and start I placed my head down on her naked thighs and sobbed with frustration. She kissed me gently and then pulling her dressing gown around her got up went to the small fridge and brought over a mug of ice cubes. She place them around my huge cock, I nearly came again put then my erection calmed down until my cock lay soft between my thighs. ‘There, there,’ she said, ‘you see David you didn’t really need to do that horrible messy business, if you are a good boy I will let you play with it tomorrow, but remember no messy squirting.’

Male Orgasm Denial Story

Consensual Erotic F/m Male Chastity Fantasy

It is Friday evening. I am at home, waiting for you. We live together, and the connection we share is a bit atypical in some respects, but it is close and intimate, and it works for us. Over the last two days, we have both been busy, and have not seen as much of each other as we usually do. But tonight, and for the rest of this weekend, we are both free, and you have made it clear to me that you are in a mood to take some advantage of the sexual power that you hold over me.

You wanted me to be home when you arrive around 7pm, and to meet you at the door, stripped and on my knees, and I do. You are happy to see me there, with my cock already hard with arousal… It has been 3 days since the last time you let me come, but it already seems like longer… I’m feeling such strong desire for you. You bend over and kiss me, and pinch one of my nipples hard. You see my cock pulsing with my heartbeat, but you don’t touch it.

Walking towards the bedroom, you tell me you’d like a glass of water, and I get it and bring it to you. I find you sitting on the bed, still dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. You motion for me to take off your shoes, which I do. While you drink your water, you casually tease my cock by lightly stroking it and stepping on it with your feet. My reaction is predictably responsive… I spend so much of my time hungry for stimulation, and hoping you’ll play with me… But then you stop, and simply rest your feet on my thighs. I sense that you are still a bit preoccupied, and unwinding from your day. Wanting to please and comfort you, I try caressing your feet and your legs lightly, while keeping an eye on your reactions. You sigh, close your eyes, and lay back on the bed. I take this as my cue to massage you for a while, starting with your feet, and then your calves. This usually helps you to relax.

After a time, you sit up again, then tell me to help you out of your jeans, and I do. Still partly dressed, you tell me to help you strap your new dildo on, and I do… I kneel in front of you, adjusting the straps and buckles expertly… I made this harness for you… Once it’s on, you grab my hair and pull me towards you, pushing the dildo in my face. You want to see me suck it, and I do.

A few minutes later I am tied, spread out, face down on the bed, with leather cuffs and ropes. You take a wooden paddle out of the drawer by the side of the bed and use it on me, giving me about 30 strokes. You like the idea of taking me anally while my ass is red and stinging, and my cock is hard with frustrated desire. Finally you put the paddle down, and move behind me on the bed. You penetrate me slowly, then begin moving in and out in a steady rhythm which gradually speeds up. While you’re fucking me, we both get more and more turned on, and I can feel your wetness dripping down on me. I moan with a mixture of some pleasure, some pain, some humiliation, and a lot of desire… After a while, I sense that you are about to come, but you slow down, and then stop and pull out. You tell me you’re not quite ready to come yet, as you unlock my wrists and ankles, and then tell me to turn over so that I’m lying on my back.

You unbuckle your harness and step out of it, and then remove your g- string before climbing back on the bed. You climb on top of me, straddling my chest. I see now for the first time that your pubic hair has been freshly shaved off. You know that I especially love going down on you when you are shaved, so this could be a special treat for me… one which I should be, and would be, very grateful for.

You reach behind you to hold my cock just for a moment, to make sure I’m as aroused as you want me to be, and you find me rock hard, desperately hard. I gasp involuntarily at your touch, but you let go after just a moment, and then slowly move forward, until your beautiful, shaved wetness is an inch from my mouth. Your scent intoxicates me as always, and I long to taste you, and touch you, but I am well-trained, and I know better. I need your permission for that, and you haven’t given it. My body tenses.

“Do you want it?” you ask.

“You know I do.” Every part of me wants every part of you.

You reach down and caress yourself with one hand. “Mmm, I’m so wet. It feels good.” For a while you play with yourself, and I then sense a climax building again.

“I’m close to coming now,” you say. “I don’t really need any help from you…”

“Please let me taste you,” I say.

“I’ll be happy to, but it’s going to cost you.”

“Anything.”

“We can make love all night. But you’re going to do the work. You’re going to lick me, and touch me all over, and I’m going to come and come… and you’re not.”

“Of course, whatever you want,” I tell you. It sounds like torture, of course, but I want it intensely anyway. I love getting you off, touching you, tasting you.

Then you say, “But that’s not all. I want more. And I want you to tell me what price you’ll pay. What will you do for me, if I let you taste me tonight?”

You want to see what I will offer you, as a measure of my desire for you, and my submission to you. You know I’m deliriously turned on. I want you to be pleased. I want to come up with something that will impress you, turn you on, and prove how enslaved I am.

“OK,” I say, breathlessly, “For starters, you can tie me up when you’re done with me, and leave me bound all night, and I’ll have to sleep that way.”

“A nice idea,” you say, as you stroke yourself with two fingers, an inch from my face. “What else?”

“You can give me 40 hard strokes with a paddle before we go to sleep tonight… Or first thing in the morning if you like…”

“Why not both?”

“OK. Both. Eighty strokes… please… will that be enough?”

I’m looking up at your face now, and you give me a look that seems patient and loving, but expectant. “That’s all very nice,” you say, “But you can do better.”

We both know you can demand what you want, and I’ll do it. But you are giving me an opportunity to come up with things myself, to please you, and I don’t want to disappoint you.

“Time,” I say.

“Time?”

“You said I wouldn’t get to come tonight. But you can make it longer than that… a lot longer.”

“Yum,” you say. “How long did you have in mind?”

I am already so frustrated, and I am acutely aware that you can make even a few days seem like an eternity when you want to. But I want you to be happy…

“A week,” I say. “I don’t come for a week.”

“Mmm, that sounds good,” you say, still stroking yourself slowly. You close your eyes, and I notice you moving away from me just slightly… I can tell you like the idea, and you’re considering it. But I can also tell that you’re not really as impressed as I hoped you’d be. With my own head clearing slightly, I realize what you’re probably thinking… A week may seem like a long time, especially when I’ve already waited a few days, and I’m so unbelievably horny, high on sex, high on you. But a week is nevertheless fairly routine for us, so a total of ten days is not actually pushing the envelope very much.

You look as though you’re about to speak. I had been afraid you would say no, but now I’m more afraid you’ll say yes, without being as pleased as I hoped you would be.

“Wait,” I say. “I’m sorry… that’s not enough.” I pause for a moment. “I’ll give you two weeks, starting tonight. Please… You can make me wait two weeks before I come, and then only if I’ve been good, very good, in the meantime.”

“Mmmm, nice,” you say. You take a deep breath, and I know we’re getting somewhere now. I am much relieved to have done better, even as I feel the rush of combined fear and arousal at the prospect of what I’m about to get myself into.

“That doesn’t seem like too much to ask,” you say, “for letting you taste me, and serve me.” You move closer to me again, straddling my face, so that the object of my desire is almost touching me, and I can feel the heat of you on my lips. My body tenses again.

Then you pull away, move to one side of me, and gently push me to the foot of the bed. You prop up some pillows at the other end, and then lie back, making yourself comfortable. Looking into my eyes, you spread your legs. You know how beautiful you are to me, and how much power just the sight of you can have over me. You motion for me to come toward you, then grab my hair and pull me down between your legs, so that my head is resting on one thigh. Your warmth and wetness are so close again, it takes effort to contain my desire to taste, kiss, and caress you. I can tell you are very aroused too, but you are more relaxed.

Finally you speak again. “I’ll hold you to everything you promised. And I expect you to be good, and work hard for me, tonight, and for the next two weeks, or I’ll make you wait even longer. Understood?”

When I answer, it comes out as a whisper. “Yes.”

“Fine. That’s the deal, and if you’re ready you can seal it now, with a kiss.”

You know I will, and I do. You taste so good to me. You’re so wet, and obviously happy. I want you to come a thousand times tonight.

(From a very old newsgroup posting.)