“Putting him over your knee isn’t new to you, is it not? You will remember that you used to help me rearing your brother when I had burned my hands, two years ago now.

“Well Claude and Mireille, I’m so grateful that you will take care of Jacques while we are abroad”, maman laughed, “I must say we had a moment of panic when the docter told your father that he had to spend the whole winter in Spain. If we had to take Jacques with us during those 4 months he would have been 1 year behind in junior high.”

Earlier that day my wife Mireille had received an urgent phonecall of my Maman, asking to come and see her that evening. When Mireille told me about it I immediatly suspected it had something to do with dad. Since november he was having a lot of problems with his bronchea, in our region west of Paris the autumn had not been so humid since years.

Taking responsability for my younger brother Jacques did not attract me very much. At 12, going to 13 years we was just a little brat, acting most of the time like when he was only ten or eleven years old. In the first two months he already had been suspended from school twice.

Maman realised there was a problem: “I must stress that Jacques needs a close supervision. I want you to check his schooldiary every week, as his headmaster will give his opinion about his comportment. When the school is not completly satisfied I want you to punish the boy with a good oldfashion over the knee spanking on his bare hiney.”

“Really, maman”, I said, “aren’t you a little too severe with him? Isn’t he too big now for a bare bottom spanking? There are a lot of other means to punish a boy of his age.”

“Putting him over your knee isn’t new to you, is it not? You will remember that you used to help me rearing your brother when I had burned my hands, two years ago now. You must have bared his bums at least twenty times in that period.”

“Yeah, but then was a 10 years old kiddy and to be honest with you, I did not like it at all to inflict pain in that nice little butt of him and I always restrained my force whilst spanking him.”

Maman explained her point of view: “I’m not going to have this child ruined by the permissive society where no personal responsibility is demanded– I will raise your brother to be respectful, thoughtful, and obedient to authority– even if I have to skin his behind to do it! And during the time you take responsability over him, I expect you to respect my way of education, Claude. By the way, I have bought him this martinet, please do use it.”

I did not like to argue any further and promished her that I would stick to her rules.

Later that evening, Mireille got back to the subject: “Why are you so strongly against corporal punishment, Claude? As long as I lived with my parents my dad used to punish me with a good whacking whenever I broke his rules and it has not done me any harm, I think. By the way, when I was 16 I also was asked to spank my younger sisters from time to time, and I must say I rather liked to see their behinds take a nice crimson colour.”

‘Well my…’ I thought, I’m maried to my dear wife for nearly two years now, and I still discover unexpected aspects in her.

“You see, my dear, I really like my young brother a lot and I want him to be happy while staying with us.”

“Oh, but he will be happy, provide he behaves. And – you know I speak from experience – even when he will be punished by his big brother he will feel that you love him. Children of his age instinctively know that bad behaviour needs to be compensated by a thorough reprimand.”

2
A week later we stood at the international airport ‘Charles de Gaule’ and waved our parents goodbye.

“Thanks heaven”, Jacques sighted, “with maman and papa abroad I will have a nice Xmas holiday.”

“Mind you, young man”, Mireille replied, “schoolholidays are a reward, but only for children who worked well.”

He grimased but did not dare to reply.

I looked at him with sympathy. Jacques was a teenager, going on 13, with honey blond hair, a pert upturned nose, and sparkling fun-filled blue eyes. He was neither fat nor thin, but had just a perfect amount of boy flesh, but interestingly his buttocks protruded more than one would expect, and they had such perfect form under the tight shorts he was wearing. Although I had no conscious desire to spank children I could not often resist the opportunity, if it arose, to give his impudent bottom a playful swat, upon which it would jiggle within the tight trousers. Jacques would just give his mischievous smile in response.

The next four weeks passed without any incident. Jacques seemed to work well at school, no notes appeared in his diary. Except for a few practical jokes Jacques seemed to behave extremely well.

At the parents meeting to hear the proclamation of the boys’ schoolresults for the first trimester I was taken apart by the headmaster.

“Jacques results are rather disapointing, he could do much, much better. In this connection I must say I’m a little disapointed you did not react to my notes in Jacques’ diary.”

“Notes? I never have seen any note from you.”

“Well, you know that French employers want to see the schooldiaries sometimes before hiring a new employee. It gives them a good idea about their personal dedication. As I feel that your brother has a lot of good in him I did not want to jeopardize his future as from now. Hence I wrote my notes on Post-it leaflets.”

“I see, I’m very greatful you did it that way, but I must stress that the notes all have disappeared before I could see them. I think there will be at least one boy of Junior High who will have to sleep on his stomach this night.”

“I’m glad to hear that, you know, 20 years ago I would have dealt myself with such behaviour with a good caning on his bare butt, but by today’s new rules CP in school is not permitted anymore. But at your home….”

I really was pissed off with my naughty brother and during the drive home I did not say a word.

As soon as we got home Jacques throw his books in a corner of the room and switched the TV on.

“What do you think you are doing”, I barked at him, “come here at once, I have a bone to pick with you.”

I placed a hand under his chin, and lifted his eyes up to look at me. “Your headmaster told me ,about the notes he wrote me. So you tried to betray my trust by trying to cheat me. You are shameful.” I was livid. How could he do this to me? He’d pay the consequences, now, for sure.

“Now you have earned yourself a good spanking.”

I told Jacques to completely remove his shoes, pants, and underwear.

“Please”, “Please Claude. Don’t Spank me!” Jacques pleaded.

I just said “Get those clothes off now boy, or you punishment will be doubled!”

Reluctantly, knowing he was “licked” in one sense and about to be licked in another, Jacques, removed his Sneakers, and undid his belt. He placed the shoes under the table. When his T-shirt was removed he folded it neatly and laid it over the back of a chair.

“Now the Pants!”, I commanded, and he unfastened his pants, which opened with a ‘popping’ sound (they were stretched tightly across his prominent buttocks). He eased them down, and completely off, then folded them and placed them also over the chair. At that moment Mireille ,entered the room. When she saw what was happening she gave me an approving nod and sat down next to me.Jacques was standing, shivering in his underwear, hesitating looking at us.

“Come on, we dont have the whole day, mister. Now remove your underpants!”, I intoned.

Blushing with embarrassment, he refused: “No, Claude, I cannot let you punish me on my bare bottom, I’m a big boy now, you know and I dont like the idea of you both seeing me naked.”

Again I ordered: “You will do as I told you, strip, or else…”

He stood as frozen before me and did not move a muscle.

“Okay, then I have to take it off myself.”

And before he realised what I said I grabbed him and reached for his underpants.

The issue of him getting stark naked was more about total submission than about _s_e_x_ual desire.

He was wearing bright, teal blue, cotton Calvin Klein’s. It gave a cute contrast to his sunbrowned back. I toke hold of the elastic waistband and started sliding his underpants down ,ever so slowly, knowing that the moment of baring his butt was an extra strong humilation.

All that time he was looking at me in consternation, as if he could not believe what was
happening.

I actually had to stretch the elastic band to get the back part over his jouncy buttocks, and then the front elastic to prevent the underwear from being caught up on his growing, prepubescent _p_e_n_i_s_ and _t_e_s_t_icles.

Finaly he stood naked before us, his body totally exposed now, except his private parts, which he quickly had covered with both hands. Funny, he did not hold his hands over his crotch, but had gripped his weenie with his right hand and his little marbles with the other. This left a clear view on the small patch of curling fair _p_u_b_i_c_ hair, confirming that his puberty had started recently. He was sobbing.

“It’s not terribly pleasant, at your age still to be punished like a preeteen, is it?”

He shook his head.

“I want you to show us you are really a little boy, put your hands on your head!”

Once again I allowed my gaze to fall, my eyes running over Jacques’ perfectly flat tummy and then down (and I knew that the redness in my brother’s face was due to my unashamed staring) to the exquisite fair, loose curled hair on his pubis. His boyish _p_e_n_i_s_ was limp, and hung down on the pillow of his ball-sack. His _s_c_r_o_t_u_m_ was shrivelled , like a plump walnut, its skin contracted round the ripening _t_e_s_t_icles, showing the oval shape of his little nuts.

His body was nicely bronzed, except some three inches of his tummy, which had been covered by his swimming trunks.

“Come on, maman told me you still are used to spankings. You know what position to take.”

Reluctantly he approached me and begged once more: “Oh, Claude, I’m so ashamed! I already have learned my lesson. I will do my utmost at school next time.”

“I’m sure you will, and just to help you not to forget your promise I will *post* a note on your buns.”

I carefully guided the trembling boy, who was having goosebumps on his exposed buttocks, over my lap.

Jacques’ legs still touched the floor and I told him to bend over further till his hands touched the floor.

He crawled forward, his pure, fair buttocks rearing up into the air, presenting a perfect target to me.

While he moved I felt his little pecker frictioning over my right upperleg, and then take position between my thighs.

I ordered him to raise his head high, which in turn hollowed his back, and raised his rear end even higher.

Finaly he laid over my lap into what I considered the most satisfactory position, offering his pretty rounded cheeks for whatever I wanted to do.

At this stage I must be honest and say that, when I look back, I enjoyed having a young naked boy spread over my knees waiting for the discipline I felt he deserved.

I put my hands on his bottom. His buttocks were so smooth as I massaged them, feeling the firmness of his young flesh.

Raising my hand high, I delivered a rousing, stinging slap to Jacques’s left buttock which resounded through the room…

“Ouch!” cried Jacques.

I left my hand over the perfectly molded hillock for a moment for the full spank to ‘sink in.’ As soon as I removed my hand from the impertinent buttock, it snapped back into shape, with four finger marks and the side of a thumb mark nicely decorating it.

And with that, I lifted my hand above my head again, and slapped it down across his right buttock with an almighty crack.

“Aaaaaaargh.” He cried out, panting as the pain built up.

I waited about 15 seconds. I might not have done this before, but the experience of my own childhood had at least given me some idea of how to maximise the effectiveness of a bare-ass spanking, and rushing it wasn’t on the agenda. I wanted him to have time for the pain of each stroke to really reach its peak.

I saw the imprint of my hand on his buttock, very pale first, but then – like when I was developing pictures – the image flushed to pink.

I noticed I had spread my fingers just before the impact: I clearly could distinct each digit.

“Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!”

His white bottom cheeks bounced and turned slowly red as the onslaught intensified. He was uttering little gasps and moans now and wriggling frantically as the pain increased. I continued to spank his inviting bottom in the same inexorable rhythm.

“Enough, Oh Claude, please stop, I will be good!”, he sobbed but not even bothering to acknowledge his sobs, I continued the onslaught on the proffered rump. The only sounds that broke the silence were the steady “SMACK….. SMACK….. SMACK…..” as my hand contacted his bare flesh.

My hand nearly exactly covered each buttock, and so each spank compressed one bottom cheek perfectly, leaving the other to remain upright and springy. While the colour on his ass checks quickly spread into a solid field of crimson red and then a darker red his hips bucked and swashed back and forth.

I brought the eleventh spank down directly on top of the previous stroke, whereupon he jumped up, screeching, clutching his backside with both hands. “Doesn’t count, Jacques.”

“PLEASE Claude PLEASE Claude PLEASE Claude!!!” Jacques howled, dancing as if he were walking on hot pavement, his little penis flopping. He hopped around till the pain soothed, then bent over again.

The next stroke I aimed lower, right along the crease between his buttocks and thighs. Again, he jumped up. He turned to me: “How can you do this to me, Claude?”.

“I could ask the same of you, young man. Now get down. We’re still on eleven strokes.”

He bent forward, slowly, gingerly. He took another five, each separated by a fifteen second gap, and this time managed to stay down between each slap, almost as if we were finding a rhythm, him and me, spanker and spankee. I loved the tenderness of his young flesh, making his butt wiggling under my slaps.

Then on the twentysecond – actually the twentyforth he’d taken, he was up again, dancing around with his hands on his butt. He seemed to have forgotten all modesty and gave us a free view on his dangling instruments while he hopped around the room. His weenie was halfstiff and flopped from left to right.

I was about to call him to order when Mireille wispered at me: ” I like his little show. Let him decide when he is ready for the next part.”

It took him at least three minutes before he stepped towards my chair and bended over my knee, offering his brightred buttocks for the remainder of his punishment.

I continued to deliver evenly timed strokes, cracking down on his soft, yielding flesh like a metronome, the red spots accenting the pain I inflicted his behind.

” Twentythree….. Twentyfour…. Twentyfive…. Twentysix…. aargh!”, clutching his buttocks in agony.

I guess it was a bit cruel of me to put the next stroke directly on top of the previous one – , “Twentyseven…” – but again it brought him shooting upright. This was getting silly – we were going to be here all night at this rate.

3
“Maman has left a surprise for you Jacques,” I announced. Stand up and fetch the box marked ‘pour Jacques’ from the cupboard in my bedroom.”

As far as I knew his bum had not met yet this implement. At least I had never seen it being used by our maman.

As soon as he re-entered he asked: “May I unwrap the parcel now?”

“Sure, why not, we are going to inaugurate it this very moment.”

As soon as Jacques saw the leather strands he guessed what it was used for, an he stated crying: “Non Claude, non… not with that!”

“I want you to stretch yourself over the table,” I ordered. Gingerly he crawled on the table and laid down. I did not like him lying so flat and went to the bedroom and fetched 2 pillows.

“Bottom high in the air.”

When he lifted his hips aprox 30 cm (12 inch) above the table I shove the two pillows under his tummy, leaving his _s_e_x_ dangling free.

My beautiful target was now in the right angle for the second part of his punishment. Knowing how painful the slashes of the martinet would bite in the young tender flesh of a well-curved bottom, I decided to restrain him. I took a silk cord from the cupboard and attached his wrists to the tablelegs. An other piece of cord was fixed around the small of his back, just above the rump, and both ends tied to the other tablelegs.

THWACK! I started to spank him with the martinet at the spot where the back changes its name into bottom.

“Oooooooowwwwww!” , he cried out as the seven strands swept over his tender butt. The biting strands crossed both cheeks. Claude thrust his hips towards the cushions, ramming his now jutting penis against the underside.

I left a long interval before giving him the next crack, so that the pain could diffuse deep in his young flesh. After some 30 seconds I lifted my hand again and:

WHACK! “Nooooooohhh!”

I began swiping the martinet from side to side, short, hard strokes, watching the colors change. His skin rippled and played under the strokes of the leather whips.

Sometimes I aimed across the bottom of his butt – right where it joined the top of his thighs. That spot was more sensitive and every time I hit him there he yelled loud.

Ten, twinty, thirty times my martinet made his rear cheeks jiggle.

Jacques’ buttocks were laced with red stripes now. His legs, the only part of his body free to move, kicked involuntarily from the pain. He was starting to sob, his self-control overloaded.

As the boy writhed in his suffering, his legs splayed open every now and then to afford us another view into the inverted V between his trembling thighs, showing his dangling private parts.

CRACKK! “Yooooooeeeeooo!”

The fact was that Jacques responded well to stern chastisement. The pain of the beating was not the issue, the issue was the consequent improvement in behaviour. ‘Spare the rod and spoil the child’, the prophet once oracled and I fully agreed to that.

I lifted the martinet once again and cut a long arc through the still air which swished in anticipation of the subsequent crack of leather against bare skin – and the accompanying boyish yelp.

Although I started feeling sorry for my young brother, I made myself keep spanking, though my arm began to ache with the effort. The red deepened across his ass, across his thighs. I spanked and waited for him saying that he was sorry and would promish not to cheat anymore.

I looked down and surveyed the results of my efforts. Jacques’ body shook from his silent sobs. His buttocks were bright red, almost glowing in the dim light of the room. From the junction where the buttocks ascended precipitously from the smooth thighs, to the “Y” where the protuberant buttocks melded into the boys back, every centimeter received its dose of punishment. Just at the moment I thaught I had to stop, in order to avoid real bruises, he kicked his long legs. As the buttocks yawned open, I aimed the martinet between the glowing cheeks, so that the soft center, and his puckering pink rosebutt would receive their full measure of discipline.

My message went home: “Ooooooh Claude, that really hurts too much, it feels like my whole bottom is on fire!” With that he clenched his trembling buttocks together, avoiding a new smack at that most sensitive spot.

I found the beating easier as it progressed. I shouldn’t be surprised at my anxiety at inflicting pain on my own little brother, but neither should I shrink from it when necessary.

CRACK! Apart from the previous hand-spanking I had delivered to him, this was his first punishment since he lived in my house. It must set the right tone.

CRACK! If I failed to guide my brother from his wayward path to the “straight and narrow”, maman would look back on my failure to discipline him properly as the cause.

CRACK! And so might Jacques.

CRACK! I had met a number of young boys of Jacques’ age who were subject to similar regimes and found them all polite and attentive to their parents and their lessons.

CRACK! He might be in pain now, but this punishment would serve, in the long run, only to strengthen him. I lifted my arm for one final blow.

THWACK! “Arrhhhhhhh! Oh Claude! That hurts terribly!”

At the end Jacques’ beautiful boybottom looked like twin ripe tomatoes. Finally, sore red buttocks aglow, I decided it was over. I unfastened his wrists and body and helped him to climb off the table, still naked but hardly noticing the fact. As soon as he stood on the floor he started a post-punishment dance, trying to relief the burning pain in his blazing globes. Because of that frantic pain dance, his _p_e_n_i_s_ and _b_a_l_l_s_a_c_k_ shamelessly flapped up and down in front of me. He clapped both hands over his nether cheeks, doing his ritual dance of the spanked as he shifted his weight from foot to foot, his hand rubbing madly at the wild tingling red behind.

After he calmed some, Jacques was turned round to face my wife who had watched over his thrashing.

I ordered my little brother – up to this very moment I still considered him an innocent young boy – to stand at attention next to her chair. To my astonishment I discovered that wasn’t the only thing at attention. Jacques’ slender young _p_e_n_i_s_ stood completely erect, proudly displaying its full four inches. How cute I thought.

“Not bad for a boy of thirteen, what will that be when he is 18?”, Mireille whispered into my ear. The little blond’s excitement was further evidenced by the fact that his erect member was drooling, a clear drop of pre-cum dangling from the flared tip. I smiled, knowing now that the boy was excited by the spanking as much as he hated the pain involved. That was good news, promising a lot of fun for the future, but this was a serious exercise. While he stood stock-still before us, our eyes were flashing all over his exciting beautiful body, but mostly looking on his naked, juvenile and newly-woken joystick.

I made him stand facing the wall, positioned with his buttocks, now red and sore, on display. It was humiliating. I knew from own experience how a teenager hated it. As part of his punishment he had to stand there for 30 minutes. I made sure he wouldn’t forget his lesson anytime soon.

When the 30 minutes were over I had him sitting on my lap and gave him a brief post-punishment talk about obedience and good behaviour before putting him, still naked, to bed, kissing his tear-stained face and wishing him a good night.

******
Preview of next part:

Slowly, I reached out my hands to take hold of my brother’s pyjama bottoms and, noticing but studiously ignoring his horrified expression, I pulled them, ever so slowly, down. My heart was pumping furiously and my eyes were open wide. Any second now the boy could start protesting and then the show would be over. But Jacques seemed to accept the power our maman had delegated to me and did not utter a word.

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by Ropesonme© (This story originally was posted on Literotica. Good one Ropesome!)

It’s not every day you walk in the door to find an elf in your living room – especially a female elf.

Slightly under five feet, she was taller than I expected. She had long blonde hair braided down her back, so that it was easy to see her slightly raised ear lobes that were not as tall as I expected. Her brilliant blue eyes were slightly larger than I expected. Her lips were painted a bright, festive red color, and she wore a little makeup to enhance her beauty. Her skin gave a light golden glow in the sunlight. Her breasts were high on her chest, and certainly much larger than I expected, and she had a slender waist and rounded hips, all covered in a form fitting green and red mini dress as expected, but made of leather which was most certainly not. The total effect was one of Christmas-Elf-Dominatrix – certainly not expected, but an exciting vision, none the less.

“Umm, hello?” I blurted. I know, but what would you say when unexpectedly confronted with a hot elf in your living room?

“Hello, David. I’m glad you are home so we can get started.” Her voice was low and breathy. I could see that I was going to need to lose some stereotypes about elves.

“Started? What are we starting on? And who are you? And how did you get into my house?! Past the alarm system and everything?!” Some sense of normalcy was beginning to make its way into my brain.

“Well, David, as you already guessed, I’m one of Santa’s elves. My name is Sanna. As to how I got into your house… I’m an elf. We have all kinds of powers you are not completely aware of.

But for right now, don’t you think it would be nice to offer me a cup of tea. I’ve been waiting here for you for quite a while.”

Without really thinking about it, I was already moving to the stove to heat some water. “What kind of tea would you like, Sanna?” I asked, before finding a tea kettle I didn’t recognize and a cup ready for tea next to it.

“It is ready to pour. All you need do is serve it.” She put a little extra emphasis on the word “serve.”

“Would you like cream or sugar?”

“No, black is fine.”

I poured tea into the cup, which I also didn’t recognize. The aroma of cinnamon and cloves wafted from the warm liquid. I placed the tea and saucer on a tray, adding a small silver spoon and carried it back to Sanna in the front room. She had moved to sit on the couch, so I placed it at her side on the table, and for some strange reason I really couldn’t tell you at the time, knelt at her feet on the floor. A feeling of calm came over me, and my confusion about everything that was happening slipped away.

She sipped her tea for a minute as she observed me. “I know that none of this is making sense to you. I mentioned that we elves have powers you cannot even imagine. One of them is that I can tell what you are thinking, and influence your thoughts. So let me explain.” Her voice had a slight accent that I couldn’t quite place, but it was reassuring and calming.

“Your Mistress Z has been particularly good this year, as have you, and Santa wanted to reward you both with a special present. So he sent me to find out what that might be. I have been observing you both for the last few months, and have determined exactly what she wants. As it turns out, you will not find it disagreeable,” she said with a smirk. “But enough explanations for now, we have to get to work.”

Sanna set her tea down, and made a gesture at me. I felt a chill, and looked down to see that I was completely naked. She grinned at me, “Oh, yes, this one’s going to be fun.”

*****

A short time later, and I found myself hanging around the front room. By “hanging” I mean my arms were stretched by leather cuffs to a newly materialized frame, which also held my legs wide apart and slightly off of the ground. Various straps and ropes crisscrossed my body and attached to the frame. It was very comfortable, but I wasn’t moving anything any time soon. Sanna sat on the couch in front of me, masturbating herself through her visibly damp panties. She had already cum a few times, but it appeared that another was speeding towards her.

“Oh, yes! That feels so good!” she exclaimed as she shuddered and went limp on the couch. I eyed her hungrily for a few minutes as she recovered.

“Now where were we? Oh, I remember,” she said as she shimmied out of her underwear. She wadded her panties into a ball, and stuffed them into my mouth. As I tasted her juices, my cock got harder before me. Another gesture from Sanna, led to the panties being tightly sealed by a gag, held in place with straps wrapping all over my head. She tasted sweet and musky, the flavor of her fueling my lust even deeper. My eyes glazed over and I longed to cum.

“Now I am sure you are wondering what present your Mistress wants for you both… Pay attention!” she commanded, as my cock took control of my brain. “You are to be teased like never before. You only imagine you are aching to cum now. By the end of my treatment, you will beg to do anything to be allowed to cum. I will then lock you in a chastity belt the likes of which you have never seen before, and leave the key as a present for your Mistress. Sounds like fun, huh?” she asked, impishly. I could only groan.

“Our treatment has already begun. I have changed your brain energies so that my pheromones increase your lust to levels you cannot imagine. If just tasting my juices on those panties in your mouth is already wrecking that much havoc in your brain, just imagine what will happen when I finally allow you to eat me.”

The image of that popped into my brain, and I struggled against my bonds to fulfill her command. I became obsessed with eating her, but my bonds held me firm.

“Before we go any farther, we first have to get you dressed,” she said with a smirk. I was beginning to dread that smirk, and at the same time, I longed for more of it.

Sanna gestured at me again, and I found that I had been covered in strips of gauze. “This may hurt a little bit. At least I hope so,” she grinned at me, tugging the first of the strips quickly from my body. My hair came with it, as well as a scream into my gag.

She leaned close to my ear and breathed, “and that’s only the first one. We have lots to go. I’ll save the ones on your cock and balls for last. Just think how great those are going to feel.” I whimpered into the gag at the thought, quickly turning into another scream as she ripped another cloth free.

A short while later and I had no hair left below my head. Sanna was not kidding when she told me that the hair on my balls would hurt the worst. I could still feel them throbbing. But the pain, rather than hurting, was turning me on. My cock was harder than ever, the tip dripping with precum.

Sanna leaned close, showing off her impressive cleavage, and once again breathed sexily into my ear, “that must have hurt, Sweetie. Let me make it feel better.”

She conjured from the air a kettle-shaped container of lotion and began to slowly rub it into my skin. My body tingled wherever she rubbed it, and then grew warm. The pain of the hair removal drifted away, replaced by layer after layer of heat and longing. She worked slowly, from my fingers and toes, into my hard cock. I realized that I had been hard now for what seemed like hours, with no sign of things changing anytime soon.

As she rubbed the lotion into my cock, I could feel myself nearing the orgasm of the century. I was about to explode, stars were bursting behind my eyes, fireworks; this was going to be epic! Just before this all culminated in something that I was sure would blow the roof off of the house, she slapped my cock and took her hands away.

“I told you, I know what you are thinking. I can edge you like you have never felt before. You can plan on being that close to cumming a lot today, but I will never let you get there.” Tears leaked from my eyes, as Sanna wiped her hands on a cloth and matter-of-factly rubbed her hands together. “Where to next? Oh, yes, getting you dressed.”

Another gesture and I was wearing a cock cage. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. It looked soft to the touch, but felt hard around my cock. It was attached to a belt made of similar material around my waist; soft to the touch and flexible. Various wires ran from little packs on the belt to inside the cage. Several more packs were free on the belt at the moment, waiting for something new to attach to. The packs were nothing more than slight bumps on the belt. A large lock was in front, but flat against the belt.

“The material is made just for you by our Science Department at the North Pole. You should be flattered – Santa sent you the best. The material is especially designed to flex like human skin, and will cause you no problems to wear every day. It will easily hide under your clothes. It is flexible – until you try and touch it. At that point it becomes as hard as steel. You will not be able to touch yourself through it, or even feel yourself. When you stop trying, the cage will return to its soft state again. But it will also send a warning that you tried to touch where you weren’t supposed to from anywhere on the world to this box that your Mistress will have. She may at this point want to push this button.” Sanna pushed it, and my cock was on fire and I doubled over as far as my bonds would let me.

“She can do lots of great stuff with this. Just you wait and see.” She pushed the button again and I breathed a sigh of relief as the heat ebbed away. Then she pushed another button. “This one, for example, will keep you company while I continue getting you ready. Then we can have some fun.”

The sensation about my cock was as if someone was giving me a world-class hand job. I could feel imaginary hands sliding up and down my cock, fondling my balls, all ever-so-lightly. I became hard within the device almost instantly. “I can shrink the cage to almost nothing, if I wish. But I think for now, we’ll let your cock expand comfortably in the cage. It is set to keep you on edge, but not let you cum. So enjoy that while I finish dressing you.” I moaned again into my gag and my cock reached straight out in front of me.

A red and white plug was shoved up my ass. It felt smallish going in, but then grew to be huge. When Sanna removed her hands, it almost felt as if it was sucking itself into my body. She attached a wire from a pack on my belt to the end of the plug.

Sanna became a flurry of gestures and conjuring. Soon a pair of huge breast forms grew from my chest. Two more wires were attached from my belt – one to the base of each breast form. A red corset appeared about my chest to support my new ‘breasts’ and hide the wires from view. Sanna enjoyed herself lacing it tightly into place. Then she cheated and conjured another inch from it – I could barely breathe. A pair red stocking appeared from thin air about my legs, and were quickly attached to the white garters on the corset. The corset didn’t cover my “breasts,” but held them up in such a way that they looked even larger. A pair of realistic looking nipples crinkled in the cold air, almost like they were real. A pair of matching red panties appeared out about my hips, holding the chastity device in such a way that it was all but invisible. I noticed she placed it on top of the garters – Nice touch.

My hair and finger nails grew slowly longer, while she conjured up some nail varnish. I soon had candy-cane striped nails on both fingers and toes, and a fashionable hairdo that would make some women envious. Sanna conjured up an elaborate make-up station, and I watched in the mirror as she made up my face, painted my lips, plucked my eyebrows, and otherwise transformed me into someone else. She locked an elaborate and ornate collar about my neck. My ears were quickly and painfully pierced, and matching ear rings were fastened into place.

A pair of red shoes with extremely high heels appeared on my feet. Sanna quickly buckled leather belts to my ankles and ran chains under the shoes, and then locked everything in place. A gesture, and my feet were free. A short chain attached the two ankle straps together, and was locked into place, allowing me only small steps. A skimpy red dress with a white fur trim appeared about my body. I could feel the fur brush my ass in the back revealing that I was wearing not panties but a thong, and that it was going to be pretty obvious to anyone who saw me. My cock strained through the panties and cage, thrusting forth under the hem in the front of the dress. I could feel the fur of the trim lightly rubbing against the cage, revealing that although I would not be able to touch my cock, Mistress would be able to apply any sensation play she wished without removing the cage. The dress was cut so low that the top of “my” areola were visible. My nipples still thrust out proudly in the cool air of the room, thrusting forward proudly in the fabric of the dress.

Sanna gestured one last time, and the rest of my bonds disappeared. “Be a dear for me, and put your hands behind your back,” she commanded, and I was powerless to resist. A red and white arm-binder appeared, restraining my arms and hands tightly behind my back. A belt appeared about each leg above the knee locked into place with a short chain linking them, making my legs even more restricted.

“A few things you should know about your outfit. Your collar works as a gag. It has special properties, or so I am told, that cancel wave lengths of sound – or something. The end result is that any sound you make while it is turned on disappears into the winds as if it never existed. Your earrings work the same way with your hearing. Your corset, besides making you look hot, is designed to slow you down if you are not in bondage. It will tighten on command so that you will be unable to breathe until it is told not to. We have already talked about your cock cage. It works with your breast forms and your butt plug to give you pleasure and to discipline you. So if I push this button,” – the stroking stopped and an electric shock zapped through my cock, balls, rear and breasts. I felt as if I was being ripped apart and collapsed to the floor – “this happens. But if I push this one,” – the stroking came back, along with the feeling of being fucked in the ass and someone pinching lightly my nipples. I was instantly hard as a rock again, and on the verge of cumming – “well, you already know about that. Speaking of which, let’s put you back away.” She pushed another button and I felt a pain and tightening around my cock. I looked down to see that it had disappeared under my dress, and now, for all outward appearances, I had a flat feminine front. I could feel my cock straining to be erect, and the device tightly pulling everything back between my legs under the skirt.

“That’s better. You look so much more lady-like that way.

How would you like to cum?” she asked me simply, with a wink.

I had been on edge for what seemed like hours. I started pleading – promising anything – to cum. I forgot about the properties of my collar, however, putting on a show that Sanna was quite amused by.

“If you play your cards right for the rest of the afternoon, we’ll see what we can do. Remember, we only reward good boys.” Sanna slipped out of her dress. She was now naked except for her stockings and heels. She sat on the couch in front of me and spread her legs. “Let’s see how well your Mistress has trained you. Get over here!” I quickly crawled in front of her.

“Kiss me – make me believe you want to cum.” I kissed her lightly but passionately, my lips brushing against hers. We teased ourselves with this for a minute before our kiss became deeper and more passionate. I breathed in her scent, and I lost my mind. All I could think of was pleasing her in any way she wished. I knew that doing so would bring me more satisfaction than I had ever had in my life. She pushed me down to her breasts, and I licked and nibbled on them hungrily. My cock throbbed in its cage, feeling as if it could explode into orgasm in the next second – and the feeling never went away. I became obsessed with her – would do anything for her. She pushed me down between her legs. I leaned in to please her. I remember that she tasted like nothing I had ever had before. The flavor of her juices was sweet like fruit, musky like the finest of ports – it was indescribable. This was my last coherent thought before my world exploded.

I could feel the smoothness of her skin, but it was as if it was a dream. I was dimly aware of her screaming in orgasm several times. I was dimly aware of my body longing to cum. My cock dripped constantly. At some point she placed a cock gag into my mouth and had me fuck her to climax with it over and over. The gag was removed, and I was put back to work eating her. Her juices soaked into my body, and I lost more and more control over rational thought.

I was delirious – fevered. I felt her fix my makeup. I felt her remove my bonds, and then put me in a restrictive hogtie under the tree. My elbows and hands were cuffed behind my back. My legs tightly tied together, were tied to my belt. I felt her attach a tag to my balls. She placed the remote in a neatly wrapped box, next to a second box she had placed by my side previously. I watched this all happen as if in a dream.

Sanna leaned close to my ear. “Thanks for a wonderful afternoon, David,” she breathed in my ear. She touched my head, and I feel asleep.

*****

A few hours later, I awoke to the sound of my Mistress’ key in the door. I struggled on the floor, but my bonds held me still. The apparatus around my waist kicked everything to life, and I could feel the precum dripping from my hard cock.

Mistress came into the front room and quickly came to my side, concern in her voice. “Who are you? What are you doing in my house? David?!” By this point she was kneeling by my face, and had finally made the identification. “How did you do this to yourself? You couldn’t have! You don’t even look like yourself…

“I like it though.” Worry faded to something more primal in her tone, as she realized that I had set this up for her somehow.

“The tag is a nice touch.” I felt a tugging at my balls and groaned soundlessly at the orgasm that was close but wouldn’t come. “To Mistress Z, from Santa.”

She saw the other two gifts and opened them, one at a time. Reading instructions for the remote took a while, but as the gag was still activated, I couldn’t beg to cum yet. I was aching to, though. I felt like I had been on the edge of cumming for weeks. It turns out I had been – elves it seems can control time, too. Mistress chuckled at the implications of the device a few times, but otherwise was engrossed in her reading. “What a wonderful gift. You’ll have to tell me where it came from some time. Should I feel like turning your collar off, that is.”

After a time she picked up the other gift. “To Mistress Z, from Sanna. Sanna? Who’s Sanna?” She unwrapped the gift. “‘Holliday Lust’ Elf Perfume, containing actual elf pheromones. It certainly smells wonderful,” she said, dabbing a little behind each ear and her wrists. As the scent reached me, I began to drift away again.

I heard her exclaim, ‘ere I drifted out of sight, “Merry Christmas to all, and let’s get you and your tongue over here so you can start making me merry!”

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Earlier in the evening, i had fed the family and the Master and had gotten the kids to bed at the appointed time for a change. Master said he had to run out for a few minutes to the store to get something, so i figured that i would have a pleasant surprise waiting for him when he got home..

I ran to the bedroom and hurriedly rummaged thru my drawers of sexy undergarments..looking for just the “right” outfit to slip into..i decided on my black lace corset and my little black lace skirt with the thong built within…it shows my ass off nicely, not to mention my Masters mark that he had put on my ass…..the tattoo of matching rings with our D/s names inside them. I put my hair up in a loose bun, with a few strands surrounding my face, put on a light coating of powder on my face, some light lipstick, touched up my eyes some,i was in a hurry to get done before he came back, so didn’t have the time to do a full beautification ritual in time, but i looked pretty enough i thought. I put on my collar, grabbed the cuffs and latches, slipped on some high heels, and scurried to the livingroom. I turned on the stereo to some lite sexy jazz, and lit some candles all over the room, and stepped back to admire the magic i had created. MMMMMMMM..i think this will do the trick, *giggling to myself*. I then postioned myself on my knees, face to the floor, arms outstretched, waiting to hear his car pull into the driveway. My body starting trembling with excitement and also some light fear, my mind racing, thinking of how this scene could play out in so many different ways. This was the first time i had ever postioned myself in the prone fashion before, and i was anxious and nervous doing it, for to me this was the “True” way a slave presented herself to her Master, and it was still all so very new to me.

Oh My God , i hear the car pulling in! I start to tremble more violently,i’m trying to control it, but it’s so hard to do..

I hear his key enter the door, and it opens…dead silence..OH god…have i done something wrong?? I hear myself mumble into the carpet, “Sir, your slave wishes for you to use her tonight any way you see fit.” Still silence..i’m thinking *please say something! move even!* My nerves are stretched to the limit already, here i had lowered myself to ground level, just to prove that i was a worthy enough slave to him.

The next thing i hear is him softly telling me i may raise myself and look at him, i do so gingerly. Still on my knees i look up to his face and see the soft gentle look of love and pride shining in them. I immediatly feel my body relax..he strokes my cheek softly, running his fingers down my neck, takes my hand and helps me to rise. I softly clear my throat and tell him that i wanted to give him a wonderful surprise, and he confirms that i have done such a thing. My heart leaps with pride, glad to have pleased him so much.

He tells me to go and sit on the edge of the couch and wait for him, as he excuses himself and goes to the bedroom. I hear him moving around in there, wondering what he’s up too, but still kinda afraid to find out. He comes back out wearing his “Dom” undies, see thru black net and satin shorts..MMMMM…and he has rope in one hand, and his flogger in the other. By now i’m thinking this could be a good thing! LOL

I think he felt how nervous i was, for when one of our favorite songs was played on the radio, he asked me to dance. We slow danced around the livingroom, stroking and groping and soul kissing for what seemed like an hour..i was feeling inner self getting moist..i love kissing, to me that’s better than sex, and i get turned on and wet from it very easily. After a couple of dances, he feels that i’m ready to move on to the next level, and has me lay down on my back on a large ottoman on wheels that we have, and procedes to tie my ankles and wrists it it, teasing my body the whole time with his lips..first starting at my neck and working his way down to my nipples, nibbling and sucking and flicking his tongue on them..my body is contorting on the ottoman, responding to his teasing ways. He runs his fingers under my skirt to feel my dampness, which by then i was a river. I moan as he explores inside me..wanting to feel his cock deep in my pussy..He whispers what a good slut i am, and how wet i am for him. I respond with more moaning…mmmmmm..

He had me positioned just right so that my head was hanging over the back of the ottoman..he moves around to my head and leans over and starts squeezing my nipples..i feel like i’m gonna cum any second, he warns me NOT to cum until HE says i can..i groan in agony..and i feel something warm graze against my cheek..i smell the musky male scent in my nostrils…knowing now what he was planning to do with me..i open my lips waiting for him to enter..mmmmm…i take all of him deep into my throat..i hear him groan his pleasure, i flick my tongue around the glands, and the underside, feeling his balls contract when i do, knowing how much he loves it when i do that to him..he starts to speed up his motions, pumping into my throat even faster..he’s moaning, i’m groaning and writhing on the ottoman, needing some release of my own..letting him fuck my throat as deeply as he wishes. Then he stops quickly, i give a moan of disapointment, he tells me not to worry, we are not done by a long shot slut. I feel my body quiver with those words. He moves around to the front of me and gets down on his knees between my legs and pulls down my skirt to my ankles and i feel his warm breath on my pussy..MMMMm…then i feel his tongue gently running along my lips and back up to my clit, where he flicks his tongue gently, then with more determination.

i start to squirm and squeal, as he licks my clit and pinches my nipples hard..i tell him i’m going to cum, he tells me NO!, dont’ you cum slut until i let you cum! He keeps tormenting me like this for many minutes, i’m trying to hold back, but i can’t any longer and cum loudly in his face..pushing my mound up to his mouth as i cum so hard i about pass out. Then he gets up and tells me that i was a BAD SLUT for cumming when i wasn’t supposed to..i’m panting and in between pants i tell him how sorry i am, but he won’t hear any of it..he tells me that now i have to be punished for disobeying..I groan inwardly..awwwww man!..he uncuffs me and has me get on my hands and knees on the ottoman, and takes his flogger and procedes to flog me for many minutes, my body coming up to meet the flogger with each strike, i then hear him opening up some lube, wondering what he was up to now..then i feel his fingers probing my backside..oh no, this is what i get for disobeying..*cringe* he inserts two of his lubed fingers and loosens me up..then has me spread my legs further apart for him to have easier access to my body. First he strokes his cock along my pussy, up and down, rubbing my clit firmly..MMMMMM..how i love that! Then he shoves it all the way into my pussy hard! AHHHHHHH….yesssssss…pumping me roughly from behind, like the bitch he calls me..the quickly removes himself from my body, then i feel it pressing against my ass.

i prepare myself for what was about to come..then i feel him enter me..gently at first, i feel the head entering me..after he gets thru the second barrier, then he SHOVES it all the way in up to his balls, and i bury my face into the fabric of the ottoman, screaming into it..as he pumps into me, i feel my ass start to relax more and start enjoying the sensations.. MMMMMM… yesssss.. that feels sooo good Master! OH yeah! yessss!!…then i feel his balls contracting against my lower asscheeks and know that he is getting ready to release…i move in motion with his body..pounding my ass against his belly..then i feel his body contract and hear his loud groan…YESSSS!!!! As he cums, i also feel my body contract, starting with the burning in my belly and working it’s way down to my clit..i’m cumming with him!! AHHHHH!!! MASTER, I’M CUMMING!! I feel his seed filling my cavity, all hot and burning, almost scalding..then with us both spent, we collapse together, him on top of me on the ottoman..ahhhhhhh…..both covered in sweat and panting heavily..with him stroking my body telling me what a good slut i have been for him..and i feel pride and love fill my heart with those words.

After we showered and washed each others bodies and got ready for bed, we came back out and danced some more, and fed each other some sushi by candlelight, and wrapped ourselves up in each others arms and slept the sleep of the of the contented.

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Tori had been hooked on cyberspace for six months. Using “Online, USA” had begun as a lark, something to fill her time and an outlet for her need to write. There are so many interesting people out there, she’d reasoned, why not meet a few? And indeed she’d met more than a few. Since she herself had two screen names, she could be anyone she chose to be. Take for example the guy in Seattle with 48 piercings. He knew her as TorridOne. She had told him she was a tattooed sexual submissive. Which was mostly true. Besides, she had laughed, did he really have a subincised penis? Or what about her favorite friend in NJ. A very addictive man who loved women. She spent hours talking to him. Even got a POBox for there special mail. With him she was BlackLace. Often she had contemplated meeting him, wondering if he was really as good as he seemed. Truthfully she didn’t really care if they were real or fantasies. She longed to live out, safely and vicariously, all the dark little sexual fantasies that she just couldn’t mention to her friends.

One evening after tucking in the family, she clicked the sign on button hoping to find some company. While slipping out of her clothes she periodically glanced at the screen watching each step of slow sign on process. Pulling her nightshirt over her head she heard the familiar synthetic voice “You have mail!” Little did she know when she sat down to read it that this mail would change her life.

Tori read the two-line email message send to her wilder persona, Torrid One. Interesting, she’d thought. An aggressive guy into the “rape thing.” Yet something had stirred inside her, a hidden fantasy. Tori had always wondered what it would feel like to be attacked or forced. To be used as nothing more than some man’s toy.

Tori had corresponded with the man for a week or so. They’d shared fantasy stories and little personal facts – nothing, she’d been sure, that could lead him to her. They never exchanged addresses or photos, so how could he find her? They’d shared a phone call or two, but that was it. During one innocent call, Tori had mentioned that she would be alone all weekend. No big deal, she’d told him, just a rare and welcome occasion when she had the house all to herself. He’d seemed happy for her.

She’d shopped all day and gotten home late. Tori opened a bottle of wine, dropped a CD on the player, and headed for the bathtub to unwind in a long, solitary bath. (Now there was something she almost never had!) She finished off half the bottle of wine in the process.

Stepping out of the tub, her thoughts turned to hopes that one of the lonely, horny men she knew would be online. In a moment of wine-induced playfulness, Tori opted to wear something slinky. That way if she were asked what she was wearing, she could tell the sexy truth. Reaching into the drawer, she selected a black silk teddy, with laces from crotch to tits. It was very tight. With a wicked giggle, she stepped into black stiletto pumps. Just as she was about to settle down in front of the computer she heard a brief clicking sound from the front room. Lord, was someone at the door?

She grabbed her black robe, and headed toward the front of the house. Her quick scan of the living room showed her nothing out of place. The peephole in the door revealed only a fish-eye view of her front porch . Must have been the CD player shutting off…. Satisfied, she walked over to the player and removed the soundtrack to 9 1/2Weeks from its jewelcase. As the music started, she swayed in her best Kim Bassinger imitation. As Tori turned back toward her bedroom she saw him. The intruder stood right in front of her, calmly taking in the view of her semi-nudity. Instinctively she grabbed her open robe, closing it around herself, too shocked to think clearly.

The intruder was dressed all in black. A knife held casually in his right hand. It wasn’t an especially big knife, but it was big enough. Clutching her robe she tried to look at his face. But as his eyes roamed up and down her body all she could think about was the knife. It mesmerized her the way his thumb and fingers stroked the blade. They stood there for what seemed to be an eternity. He seemed so calm, determined, almost forming his plan as he looked at her. She jumped when he began to move toward her. Grasping her hands he brushed them away, letting her robe fall to the floor.She started to move back but he was to fast.

“Please don’t” was all she could choke out before his hand covered her mouth. He could see the fear in her eyes, and it set him ablaze as though it were gasoline tossed on a fire.

Sliding behind her, he moved her toward the back of the house. Once in the bedroom he turned her around and pushed her back onto the bed. Still not saying a word he climbed on top of her. Placing the knife between his teeth, he took a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket and cuffed her to the brass headrail. His hands slowly glided down her arms to her face. Running a finger along her lips and down her throat , he stopped between her breasts as she pleaded for mercy. With his free hand he took the knife from his teeth and placed in to her lips. When she was quiet he slid off her and looked around the room. Tori watched as he moved toward her desk, the light from the computer illuminating his face. A smile formed on his lips as he ran his hand over the screen. He began rummaging through the desk, removing a roll of duck tape and something she couldn’t see. Placing the unknown object in his pocket he turned his attention back to her.

The roll of tape spun around on his fingers as he turned toward her. He removed the knife from her lips, placing it on a nearby night stand and tore a piece of tape off the roll. Before she could protest he shut her up. Then the man paused, in apparent contemplation. Slowly, he walked around the bed, surveying his captive. Her legs still free, Tori desperately tried to kick him as she struggled. He left the bedroom for a moment, and returned with the tie from her robe. He quickly secured her legs together. Satisfied that she could not escape, he turned away from the bed.

She watched him examine her closet. Panic rose in her throat. If he finds the box
Oh God no! Tori shook her head violently from side to side , as he triumphantly took the box from its hiding place.

The man removed his shirt and slid onto the bed with Tori. Taking up his knife again, he severed the laces holding her teddy together. One by one, he revealed her body more with every cut. Carefully, he placed the point of the knife at the entry of her pussy and smiled at how suddenly she stopped moving. He cut the thong, leaving her body nakedly exposed before him. Tucking the knife into his back pocket he grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard, pinching her nipples even harder, and watching avidly as she winced in pain. She could see him smile, the light from the computer casting an eerie glow on his face. He let go of her nipples and reached into his pocket. When he opened his hand to reveal its contents Tori’s eyes widened in terror. He laughed as her muffled screams grew louder. One at a time he pinched each reddened nipple into the vise-like grip of a paper clamps.

He stepped to the side of the bed watching as her body writhed in pain. Her ears roared with the sound of her strangled cries. Then above the roar she heard it, the distinctive hiss of leather as it cuts the air. Her eyes flew open as her own cat-of-nine-tails connected sharply with her breasts. Her screams desperately tried to escape the tape. The man continued his assault, the stinging blows of the cat moving up and down her body , tangling painfully now and again in the nipple clamps.

She was openly crying now, her tears begging her attacker to stop. He flicked on a light, smiling. Her body was a mass of red welts, crisscrossing her breasts and stomach. Moving to the end of the bed, he grabbed her legs and flipped her over. The clamps bit into her swollen breasts, bending her nipples sideways, sending new spasms of pain through her body. She renewed her muffled cries, begging for him to stop, but he couldn’t – or wouldn’t – hear her.

Then he began his assault on her ass. But he wanted it done right. He was quite strong, and despite her ankles being tied, he managed to get her on her knees, presenting her ass nicely. Her throbbing tits ached as the clamps brushed the bed. His hand moved slowly down her back as she vainly tried to squirm away from him. Parting her ass, he harshly shoved two fingers into her cunt and laughed out loud when he saw how wet she was.

Soaked and shaved, too — how nice to know she’s enjoying herself, he mused. He quickly began whipping her ass and legs again. Harder and faster then before. Her whole body was awash with the pain of stinging, throbbing welts. Cutting the tie that bound her legs, he spread them wide. Her resistance was gone. Her own sexual desires were taking over now. Despite all her protests, she wanted this. The cat landed two more times, expertly hitting her clit both times. Even the tape couldn’t hold back her agony. Dropping the whip, he ran his hand over her welted ass. Tori flinched at his touch as he turned her over. He removed his pants, dropping the knife near her head, and climbed onto her chest, his cock only inches from her face. His naked ass pressing against her tortured tits making them swell against the clamps.

Picking up the knife from the bed he ran the blade along her face. She didn’t dare speak as he ripped the tape off her mouth with his free hand. She felt his cock against her chin. Knowing what he wanted her mouth opened slowly. In one move the attacker shoved his whole cock into her mouth. Hard and deep. He looked into her eyes as he applied a light pressure to her cheek with the knife. Terrified, Tori began to suck the intruder’s cock. She sucked harder as he moved his tool in and out of her hot mouth. He slid it deep down her throat until she gagged, then slowly withdrew. She’s good, he thought with a laugh. Even bound and forced, she can suck cock like a pro.

Leaning forward, he grabbed the headrail. He pumped his cock in and out of her mouth like it was a pussy. He rammed it deeper with every push. Her lips grazed his belly with every thrust. He loved the way her face looked. An erotic mix of lust and fear. Every time he pulled back she gasped for air. She thinks she’ll never breathe again. He mused. With one last thrust, he came. He unloaded his gift in her mouth and on her face, then rubbed his cock on her lips until she took him in again. She sucked him clean, sure he would leave her alone now, yet hoping he wouldn’t. She felt confused at her feeling of victory when her efforts made him hard once more. The realization that she had never felt so alive left her dizzy.

With renewed vigor he began another assault on her tits, biting them, slapping them, twisting and pulling the clamps until her breasts were red and bruised and the nipples swollen. He shoved three fingers roughly into her pussy and found her even wetter than the first time, and even more ready for him. She was responding in spite of herself. He knew he could force her to come. Amazing! He would have never believed it, but then, who would have believed her wild stories anyway? Forcing her legs unmercifully apart he moved his face between her legs and tasted her. Long hot strokes of his tongue on her pussy. Hot, sweet juices flowing as she moaned. Moving his body up onto hers he ran his cock along her dripping pussy. She started to shake her head NO but stopped. Why? She didn’t know. The head of his cock paused at the opening .Searching her eyes he waited for her to plead him not to. When none came he slamming his cock deep into her. Roughly he hammered away at her cunt. He watched the tears flow down her cheeks as he pounded her, her tears adding more fuel to his fire.

He could feel her responding. Her back arching with each thrust. That, mixed with her tears and muffled cries, sent him over the top. He leaned forward and kissed her hard, his tongue probing her mouth, his teeth biting into her lip. As they both exploded, the waves of pleasure coursing through them, he leaned over and whispered in her ear – his first words to her throughout this whole ordeal.

“Was your fantasy all you hoped for my little TorridOne ? “

Time stopped as she stared into his eyes. “Is it really you?” she whispered, recognizing his voice. A smile formed on her lips. Had he really succeeded in doing it?

The man looked deeply into her tear-stained face. “Yes Slut, it’s really me,” he answered, ripping the clamps off her tits with a grin.

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The canyon grew brilliant colours of yellow and oranges even before the sun crested the horizon. Shades from the hoodoos speckled the canyon walls and a left over night breeze rustled past the large firs. The nights in the canyon were still just above freezing however, during the day when the sun was high it warmed up delightfully.

The Zuni Native American Tribe of Southern Utah’s camp was a buzz with activity. The providers were on the return trip after a 2-week fruitful hunting and fishing expedition. A scout, a young brave of 14 rode into the camp to tell the women, children and others that the trip had been successful and that the providers would be back in camp before the evening sun. This moving home of this Zuni tribe had traveled to this location during the early spring. Red Rock canyon was home to over 300 Indians set in one large area. Civil to friends and wary of outsiders. They made clay baskets, attended to the herds of different variety of animals and made fabulous jewelry of turquoise, amethyst and clear quartz.

Community fires had been built; everyone had a task to accomplish and went about it with gusto. Everyone except Greenbird, she couldn’t get her mind to the task of getting water from the stream. How many buckets had she carried in the last few weeks? Her arms were past aching and she noticed that her body had become stronger and had filled out since the last snow. Her deerskin barely fitted her new curves and her bosom overflowed the top, making her spill completely out when she bent over. The sound of the other water carries; Fast Water, Brown Earth and Deer One awoke Greenbird from her trance. Brown Earth was giggling and pointing to Greenbird’s legs. Her deerskin had ridden up to the tops of her thighs and her dark hair and womanhood was exposed. All the girls were between the ages of 18-21 as were a dozen others. They proceeded about their task and whispered ideas as to what it was going to be like at the party tonight. The four of them and the other girls in the same age brackets were to be a part of the mating ritual. Twenty young men of similar ages would also be the guests of honor. They giggled some more as the talk between them turned to sex. All the girls agreed that Red Fox had the thickest penis and that Eagle Eye had the longest. Pink Bud was on her second trip to the stream when she crested the hill and saw the other girls laughing. She affirmed to herself one day that she would escape and not be caught. A so-called friend of the family had sold Bud to the tribe a year and one-half ago. No one had ever touched her sexually, however a minimal amount of torture she had survived. Deciding to ignore the others, she flicked her blond mane of fine hair back, stuck up her nose and walked down stream of the clan. The other girls commented about her attitude and taunted her that she would be offered by the Chief himself that night. Bud couldn’t stand it any longer and ran towards Greenbird who was the closest. She gave a hoot as her legs sprang forward, propelling her into the torso of her now foe. Pink Bud grabbed her hair and pulled side to side as Greenbird kicked and squirmed under her appointment, finally she clawed at Pink Buds dress and pulled it down to her waist. Out popped very large milky white breasts with areola’s as big as the white man’s silver dollar. With a startle of uncontrollable laughter, Pink Bud let go of the black, stiff hair to cover her now naked breasts. The other girls were on her like a lightning flash. They really only wanted to see them up close, Pink Bud never showed anyone her body and always took baths when everyone had gone to bed. The Chief had allowed this so it was law. Two of them held her arms down as Greenbird lowered her head to examine the white mounds of flesh, tipped with bullets of pink nipples. The others fondled them as the third flicked her tongue across them, creating the blood to fill her nipples out. They we all panting from the struggle, lightly sweating, getting a good breath in when Pink Bud kicked up her legs throwing Greenbird into the spring. The girls tightened their grip on her arm, flipped her upon her stomach and she knew she was going to be punished then and there. The rope from a nearby bucket lay at the feet of Greenbird , who’s wet deerskin clung to her copper skin. Her breasts jutted out the top obscenely. Spittle was falling from her lips as she groped the rope, and thrashed Pink Bud’s bottom in one stroke. She arched her body as the first sensation welted her butt, but the others held her down harder. After several lashes later the assault stopped. With all the girls were out of breath, She was let go.

The providers arrived in camp before last light, campfires glowed as darkness fell. The sound of unshod horses, rumbled up the canyon walls as the hunters joyfully returned. With a moment of affection, the work began all over again. All during the night the labor never ceased. It was an assembly line of human survival. Pink Bud stayed away from the other girls, her bottom a little sore with two welts from the first two strikes. The next day similar activities filled the camp. A short break was declared by the Chief in order to prepare for the celebration that night. The first full moon in spring is a holy day for the Zuni, plus this night fell in accordance to the night of the falling stars. With these two occurrences happening the Zuni’s tradition is to initiate mating rituals for the mature ones- it happens once every 4 years. There were to be 16 females and 20 males taking part of the ceremony.

The Celebration

Brilliant hue’s of purple and red cast the evening sky beyond the next canyon. The dinner festivities had ended and the tribe was getting a little restless before Chief Hard Stick rose and commanded their attention. Chief Hard Stick was a giant of a man. His hands long and lean, broad brown shoulders, sinew muscles rippled his body and repeated in his legs and thighs. His manhood hidden beneath his loincloth as he was still pliant and had not yet been properly aroused for the evening. Soft Doe had manipulated him with a tremendous blowjob before the party and he was quite content to enjoy the entertainment. As a new center fire was lit for the virgins, the men got out the pipe and a special blend of smoke. The girls went with the women to be prepared. The Medicine Man; Big Horse distributed the weed when the pipe needed to be lit. He danced, chanted and smoked a little more. Others began the mating dance ritual as the feeling struck them as well. While the men were dancing and smoking the older Indian women took the girls in a large teepee to be dressed for the night. All the women had bathed that day, their hair braided and special dresses adorned with beads and stones awaited them.

Pink Bud fingered the silver bracelet, inlaid with amethyst and mother of pearl and thought of what Eagle Eye had told her when he had given her the present. He had whispered that she would be his forever and guided her hands down between his hard thighs to his growing cock. With his hands over hers she felt the swelling skin pulsate as he took a quick breath. He shackled the bracelet to her wrist and kissed her deeply. In the next moment, her hand was empty, her lips stung with the lingering kiss and he disappeared.

The parade of Indian girls through the camp, initiated hoops and hollers of males, horny from their time away and from the anticipation of the mating rituals. Each participant walked around the virgin fire and picked up a cloth-covered ornament they were to wear for the rest of their lives and the hereafter. Pink Bud opened her package and found a beautiful dream catcher made from a grapevine, adorned with colourful beads and stones. The three eagle feathers hung from the bottom, clasped by red and white beads. The Medicine Man placed the leather cord around her neck and grazed her massive tits as he did so. He chuckled to himself and went on to bless the next.

Greenbird and her friends were down the line when the liquid was passed around. Pink Bud was very thirsty and took several gulps of the heated fluid. She could hear them snicker more and decided to take a few more mouthfuls. The others only sipped at the potent potion. After a few minutes the ground started to spin for Pink Bud and when she awoke she was laid out on a multi-coloured blanket. Her wrists were bound behind her and her legs tied apart, as she lay on her back she could feel the binds being wrapped around her immense tits. As she tried to scream a wet cloth was tucked between her teeth, it had some kind of leaves rubbed on it and the aftertaste was quiet strong. Her struggles subsided but she didn’t pass out again but wished she had. When she opened her eyes once again, all she saw was cock. Six – seven – eight sizes of Zuni dick. As she rolled her head around she witnessed Fast Water running through the camp naked, being chased by several warriors that carried a leather whip, a large wooden paddle, and a branding iron. Deer One and Brown Earth also were naked and at the present time on their hands and knees giving blowjobs to several men in a line. Deer One’s little mouth was sore from some of the big cocks that the men stroked before pushing it into her mouth. She was glad when one of the old men put his shriveled thing in and she could actually take a breath. Brown Earth was experienced in giving head; her father, uncles and brothers had all had a piece of her since she was very young. Sucking cock was just something you did in her mind. She was humming on their dicks and fondling the hanging sacks between them. Being very turned on she snatched two more long cocks and pushed on their meat as she deep throated the fat dick in her hot petite mouth. Her tits swung beneath her, two young braves were pushed under and begin to suckle on the swelling nipples. She felt a set of hands push open her thighs but couldn’t turn around to see who it was. Big Horse knew that she wasn’t a virgin and should be taken like the slut she was. He diddled a moment at her clit…dipped in two fingers which he proceeded to coat his massive cock head with before he jammed the first 4 inches of his mighty tool. The sheer sensation of being unlocked up like that made Brown Earth’s mouth expand and a howl erupt from her throat. But the owner to the fat cock had other plans and held her head stead fast on his stiff cock. Big Horse continued to dip and extract his cock in that saturated pussy. He loved to watch it come out glistening and then jam in it in a bit more…hold it and swirl his hips around before pulling out. He knew in time she wouldn’t even have to be told to beg. Deer One on the other hand had never witnessed such lewd acts and not eager to learn this. She closed her eyes and felt all kinds of hands attack her skin. They felt her up and down her tall thin body, lingering to pull on a nipple here and tug on her clit down there. Still she refused to open her eyes. Another cock pressed against her lips and she drew him into her mouth as she cried.

Greenbird’s generous tits were being put in a vice of three men next to Pink Buds. The men commented on how big of titties each one had but continued to play with those luscious tips. Chief Hard Stick was giving orders as he milked his cockhead between his finger. Pink Bud couldn’t take her eyes off his cock and unwillingly licked her lips in a sexual response to the spectacle.

The Mating Ritual

The Chief’s cock had seven silver studs pierced in the shaft and one on the edge of its head. Every Chief after him would add another to his own cock and the tradition would continue. Pink Bud had seen some of the male’s penis when they were soft and a couple of times when she feigned sleep in the teepee. She compared the old cock in the teepee humping the big Indian woman to the hunk of meat protruding in front of her. All the other men parted when Hard Stick walked up to her face and hit her cheeks with his long rigid cock.

On the other side of the fire was Greenbird on her hands and knees, her voluminous tits bond in leather cord and her legs tied to stakes behind her. Several of the boys participating where imitating what they saw the Chief do and a few of the young warriors spurt their sizzling white fluids all over her face and neck. One brave instructed her to open her mouth and take his Indian cock, to lick and suck on it to make him solid. The heat from the fire dried the cum on her face quickly. Two more found that nursing on her nipples would make her quiver and squirm. Her 38D tits were bound in cow leather cord, not quite cutting off the circulation but enough to make her nipples full and extremely extended. The boys being immature, pumped her like a cow giving milk and then sucked on her nipples unrelenting, pulling and yanking until she scream out in pain. Being on her hands and knees left her backside open for all to see, touch and grope. A few more of the newbees did just that. All were stripped naked by now, some participating in the sex scene and a few others who had just ejaculated were cheering the others on.

A drop of pre-cum fell off the end of Big Sticks cock on directly onto Pink Bud’s lips. She tasted his salty fluids and flinched. The Big Chief chortled and crushed the head to her petal pink lips. Those soft lips parted for the giant member ready to invade the warmth of her inner cheeks. He didn’t waste any time in trying to push the massive cock in further, pumping lightly – letting her get used to its girth and also to help lubricate his dry skin. Once he had a good rythm and Pink Bud relaxed a bit he forced more in. It startled her as she felt the head pushing at the curve in her throat. She had never sucked cock before and it wasn’t all that bad considering what else was going on in camp and decided that she would endure this and someday escape this hell hole. He positioned himself so he was straddling her belly, this way he had access to pulling on those pink buds exposed at the top of the leather bonds. He loved hearing her gag on his dick when he tweaked the blood filled areola’s he contorted and twisted as he pumped his cock in and out of her orifice. He would pull out and cuff her face a few times before offering it to her mouth again. By now she was getting excited and couldn’t ignore the dampness between her out widespread legs. Red Fox and Eagle Eye were both sons of the Chief, born by two different woman that the Chief had gotten pregnant on the night of his first mating ritual. Eagle Eye had been born one day before his other son, Red Fox. Both boys followed their fathers lead and had Pink Bud suck on their manly cocks too. Big Stick dismounted her torso and strode over to see the progress of Greenbird. Greenbird’s ass was shoulder level, two braves were under her teasing her clit and fingering her wet hole. A large laugh erupted from the Chief as one of the boys inserted one and then two fingers in Greenbird’s puckered hole and she lurched forward and deep throated the stud she was servicing. With his mammoth cock swaying between his legs and his ball sac still in time with it, the Chief walked over to his next subject and began slapping her face with his enormous member. She licked the head as it crossed her face and felt the cold studs running down the shaft, it excited her and made her start to plead to suck it. He refused her request and had Red Fox come over and take his place with the wench. By the time his son came to that side of the fire the father was in position between her legs. He held her belly with his right hand and placed his left palm on the small of her back, raising her ass just a tad higher. His cock was bouncing up and down, clubbing at her wetness before he seized it and started to run the head and all the silver studs across her clit, grazing her wet pussy lips and up the crack of her ass. Greenbird was very hot by now and knew that she needed another cock in her mouth and it was going to be Red Fox, the young warrior with the massive cock in camp.

Screams where heard where Brown Earth and Deer One were captive. Big Horse had decided that Brown Earth needed to be ass fucked and had started the process in a rough mood. Deer One would not open her eyes and continued to service all the cocks that invaded her body. Thankfully no one wanted to stick his old nasty cock in her butt. Several of the less aggressive braves had taken her long body and deposited their fluids in her mouth or pussy. However as the screams increased, Deer One opened one eye and peeked at the scene unfolding next to her. Big Horse had his cock at the entrance of her butt and had three fingers taunting the inside. More braves gathered in front of the act, two getting under her tweaking and pinching on her enlarged tits. Big Horse told the boys not to put their cocks in her mouth because she would bite it off when he mounted her. Instead they all stood there with the Medicine man to take a virgin ass, all the cocks displayed before her face. With a quick scoop of her moisture he smeared it over her crack and the top of his mushroomed head, elevated up on his knees and pushed the head in. The echo of her scream, rang out through the canyon and could be heard for miles around on this clear night. He waited for her breath to return and then started to pound that tight little tunnel with his horse cock. With no mercy he punished the ass with his big member and then started to flog her rounded cheeks until they had a bright red glow.

The first meteor shot across the star studded ebony sky as the mating ritual was at its height. Fast Water was taken off to a sacred site to be branded with her new husbands’ mark. Deer One closed her eyes again and vowed not to open them until it was light, had the cock of her brother’s best friend throbbing in her dripping wet pussy. Brown Earth was shrieking, as her tits were assaulted as well as the Medicine man’s large cock in her butt. Greenbird was on the verge of cumming on the Chief hardness so she sucked harder and faster on Red Fox’s solid dick. The hand that held her belly dropped to the v in her legs as he guided the bulbous head to the entrance of her womanhood. He could feel the barrier of her skin inside and teased it with his prick, casually stretching it before pulling himself out to tease her again. She was very busy sucking on the dark brave in front of her, the father notice and started to place force on her ass to make her go forward, taking more of his son’s cock. He held her shoulders down so she had to open her throat for the circumference of his son’s thick cock. When she began to choke he released her, sending her on top of his head and a few inches of this thick stick. With her barrier broken, the skin ripping from its warm home, Greenbird cried out, this got Red Fox ready to rupture, he jerked his cock out of her mouth and spurted his hot goo all over her face and hair. The chief undid the restraints to her breasts and she almost passed out when released. However her little pussy was now feeling pretty good and off came the arm restraints and herlegs were now free, she began to buck back onto the Indian stud fucking her wet hole. Red Fox presented his half hard cock to be cleaned while the Chief reached under her and tormented her tits by squeezing and tugging on them. The studs were an incredible feeling on her clit and in her little pussy, the more they vibrated the wetter she became until her body started to convulse, her pussy tighten on the hot cock and she came violently. She came three more times in the minutes to follow, the Chief had excellent stamina and loved when the woman has several pleasures before he detonates.

Eagle Eye unbound Pink Buds breasts and fondled them in delight of the soft white skin. She moaned in relief and then in passion, with all the goings on she had become highly aroused. His hand glided down her belly to the yellow hair covering her womanhood. He played with the fine fuzzy hair before sticking his indexfinger into her wetness. He wet his other finger and flicked her left nipple until it as elongated and hard. His fingers were soaked with her juices. He lifted one up and made her lick it off his finger. With the speed of a mountain lion he leapt between her legs and dove his tongue into her sweetness. The left over effect from the potent liquid left her immobile to stop his advances, however what he was doing was making her crazy. He bite and pulled, sucked and suckled her pussy, then attacking her clit in the same method.

When his hands squeezed her gigantic tits, he pulled her onto his face, taking the opportunity to wiggle his tongue deeper. A crowd had gathered for the final event and most lovers were fondling each other, a few took seats for a up and personal view. Two girls who virginity were taken this same star filled night were told to manipulation of the white girls’ cunt. With Eagle Eye being his first born he had his choice over the females in camp. If he took this white girl for his wife he would give up being Chief of the tribe. Chief Hard Stick spoke in his native tongue to the first born son. Eagle Eye raised his head and said to his father that this white girl would be his wife. And with that he buried his head between her white creamy thighs again and began to slurp up her sweetness.It didn’t take long for Pink Bud to explode over her new lovers face, her hands now digging at his ears and pulling his hair. After she caught her breath from her intense orgasm, Eagle Eye moved the two non virgins to the side and slapped one tit and then the other. He picked up the beat and they began to swell. His cock had been toying with her pussy running between her lips and then flicking across her clit. He pushed the mounds of flesh together and made her hard nipples touch, as he bent down to use them he stuck his long hard cock inside of that sweet wet pussy.

He wasted no time in breaking her maidenhood, as she screamed out in discomfort, he bit the top of her nipples. Rage surged through her body and he fought to be released, he only laughed at her meager attempts. He pressed his ass cheeks together and started to pump the virgin pussy that he had desired for a long time. Eagle Eye bruised her lips with his passionate kisses, he sucked on her tongue until it swelled and throbbed. Her neck, shoulders and perimeter of her tits where sucked and bit upon, leaving purple and blue marks afterward each attack. His cock swelled to over 9 inches in length, he himself had never been so long before and the head ballooned out so thick. With each thrust of his swollen member, he found another place to bite and leave his mark. She began to fight him again, so he raised up on his knees, took a hold of her ankles, throwing them over his shoulder blades as he pumped the balance of 3 inches home. She cried out in pain, hot tears flowed down from the side of her face, as he kept up his pace. He chanted that he wanted to fuck the little white girl with the big titties the way a good slut should be fucked. In one motion her flipped her over, his cock making a popping noise as he disengaged himself and then another slurping sound as he reinserted in that hot wetness. Pink Bud opened her eyes to see all the tribe adults involved in sex acts or just gawking at her virginity party. Not being able to contain her horniness she bucked back on her new stud and received a few slaps on the ass as a reward. The more she bucked on his shaft, sliding her wet pussy along that big cock, the quicker his pace on her spanking. At one point in time he rotated slapping the right and then the left cheek in time with his cock sliding in or out. His cock was covered with her white sticky juices and glistened in the fire light. At the next moment he grabbed her hips and pulled her down the length of him, his balls slapping, he held her on him and began to grind his cock deep inside her belly. He could feel his cock distending her lower belly as he played with her wet clit in small rotating motions. Pink Bud tightened her body up and Eagle Eye knew she was on the verge of exploding on him, this make him only that much hotter as her pussy muscles contracted around his long dick. Short, quick humps frustrated Pink Bud, until Eagle Eye bent over her and started to manipulate her tits she came all over his long cock, exploding hot fluids dripped out of her pussy.

Her new lover had never felt anything like that, his cock so hard it hurt and still he held back from cumming. Enjoying the feeling of such a sweet hot pussy, he stroked himself in and out – she was to be used he thought. Yes used like a little hot slut, Do you want to be my slut he urged her on. She could barely speak but was able to give a quick nod, because she didn’t want to be think of what would happen if she disagreed. He had plans for this white wench, his fingers dipped into her wet well and then smeared on her ass before he slide a finger inside. When she was use to that he wiggled another finger in next to the first he could feel his own shaft next to the thin membrane of skin and began to stoke himself within her. She had never imagined such goings on but had a hard time not to orgasm two more times before he really started pumping her hard and spilling his juices into her. They laid there after the event as most of the adults went to the river to cleanse off. Eagle Eye told Pink Bud that he would be the provider to her and their children and that she should not try to escape otherwise he would kill her. He tweaked her nipples for effect and then bit on them for pleasure. Eagle Eye and Pink Bud had bathed when the last of the falling stars subsided and the full moon at its highest. There were in his cluttered teepee when he presented her with the matching silver bracelet, she examined it closer and saw that little dream catchers had been etched in the soft metal. After he manacled up the silver he guided her over to the bear and buffalo skins and chained her to the stakes in the ground. Yes she was a slut to use and he wasn’t going to let this one get way.

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When I started going out with Karen, I had no idea what turned her on. But it turned out we were quite well matched, I suppose. I was working in a café when I saw her first, and she caught my attention straight away. She was a plump, pretty woman with long brown hair and red lipstick. She came in dressed in a tight skirt that showed her big thighs, carrying a briefcase. Everything about her manner radiated confidence. As I came over to her table to take her order, she gave me an appraising glance, letting her gaze rest between my legs.

When she had finished her coffee, she walked over to the bar.

“What time do you get off?”

“Seven.”

“I’ll pick you up.”

She met my eyes momentarily, checking for a response. Satisfied, she turned and walked out.

At seven, she was waiting outside. Over dinner, she told me she’d liked the look of me. She told me a bit about herself, that she was a doctor and was new in town. I thought she certainly knew how to meet people.

Afterwards we went back to my flat. When I showed her in, she glanced around disdainfully, but didn’t say anything. Okay, the place was in its usual untidy state, but still…

I closed the door behind us and she stood still, looking intensely into my eyes. I stepped forward and kissed her gently on the lips. Her tongue was immediately between my teeth, as she took my right hand and lifted it to her breast.

We kissed for a moment then I led her through into the bedroom. We undressed each other piece by piece until we were both in our underwear; me in a pair of boxer shorts and her in a tightly stretched pair of cotton panties. Her skin was white and warm, and I gazed down at her breasts, which were large and firm, and whose big pink nipples were already stiff.

I pulled back the duvet and pulled her down beside me. We kissed again, and this time she spread her plump thighs and pulled my hand down under the waistband of her panties. Her cunt was shaved and slippery with moisture. She began to thrust her pelvis forward in time to my caresses.

“Lick me,” she commanded, pulling off her panties.

Pulling of my own boxer shorts, I knelt between her legs and put my mouth to her wet pussy, tracing her big clit with my tongue. She continued to grind her pelvis against me.

“Faster.”

I tried to keep up.

“Fucking lick me, you dickhead.”

I licked harder.

“You fucking pathetic wimp.”

All the time she was squirming faster until finally with a sob she came against my face.

“Jesus Christ,” she said after a moment. Then she looked down at my cock.

“You can’t fuck me, you know.”

“What?”

“That’s fucking pathetic. Only men with decent size cocks get to fuck me.”

I assumed she was joking, however unfunny.

“I’ll bring you off if you like.”

Then she reached over into her bag and took out a pair of surgical gloves. Only when she’d put them on did she reach over to touch my cock.

And she began to wank me.

All the time, she was whispering in my ear about my cock, saying that it wouldn’t satisfy a mouse, saying it was a little boy’s cock, and that I was lucky she would even touch it.

I came like never before.

After that, the rules to our relationship became more clearly defined. I never got to fuck her, and our sex life consisted mainly of me bringing her off with my mouth. We never met at my flat again, because she thought it was filthy. After a few weeks, she decided that she wasn’t going to touch my cock any more, and a few days later she asked me not to wank while we were together. She’d decided that she wasn’t going to have me come while I was in her flat in case it made a mess.

I loved it.

Eventually I moved in and she made me give up my job to stay at home for her. This meant that she would lock me in the flat when she went to work in the morning, and I would do the housework. If there was shopping to be done we would do it together when she got in. She also locked the bathroom so I couldn’t wank in the toilet or the shower while she was out. Instead I had a chamber pot in our bedroom, which she could examine for traces of semen. She made it clear that she considered masturbation on my part to be a serious offence.

Finally, she decided that she didn’t want me touching her cunt except as a treat, on special occasions when I’d been a particularly good boy. The rest of the time I was to bring her to orgasm by licking her anus. Any failure to make her come this way would bring a punishment, as would failure to complete the housework to her satisfaction, or any evidence of masturbation.

The punishments changed as the relationship developed. One of her favourites was to withold the chamber pot for as long as she decided necessary. She would sometimes give it to me just to urinate, but then she could force me to go days without opening my bowels. When she finally gave the pot back, she would watch me using it with kindly warmth in her eyes.

“Little boy has to learn to obey the rules,” she would say gently.

By now she would also sniff through my underwear to make sure I wasn’t playing with myself. One day she found a semen stain in my briefs and decided that a different level of punishment was needed.

After retiring into her study to think about it, she called me in. By now she was keeping me nude when I was in the house and she had shaved my head. So I stood naked before her, with my hands behind my back as she had taught me. She leaned back in her swivel chair.

“I can’t believe you’ve been so fucking disrespectful. It’s taken me a long time to think of a suitable punishment, but now I’ve decided. I think you need your cock punishing.”

My cock began to swell between my legs.

“Yes I do,” I agreed.

“It may be fucking tiny but it will still feel pain,” she went on. “Get on your knees.”

I sat back on my ankles and she tied my wrists and ankles together, so that I was kneeling with my stiff cock sticking right out in front of me.

She began to undress, until she was facing me, naked in all her pale, plump glory. I could see cunt juice glistening between her legs.

“Let me lick you” I begged.

“You can lick my ring to show your respect.”

She stood in front of me and leaned over to touch her toes, bringing her pink rosebud level with my face. I hesitated. There were several dark smears of shit around it.

“What’s wrong, little boy?”

“It’s dirty.”

“Of course it’s dirty. It’s what you deserve. You can be my walking toilet paper.”

I began to trace my tongue over her strong-smelling ring. Clear fluid began to drip from my cock. As I became more excited, I pushed my face into the rich crack between her buttocks, forcing my tongue into the filthy hole.

It was Karen who pulled away.

“Fucking pathetic little worm, you love it, don’t you?”

She turned away to put her surgical gloves on, and picked up something from the desk. When she brought it close I saw that it was a metal cheese grater.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, trembling.

“This is for your cock,” she replied, “so you’ll remember the rules in future.”

With her gloved hands she drew back my foreskin, and began to rub the sensitive head of my cock along the grater.

I tried not to cry out at the pain, but as she speeded up the strokes I began to whimper like a dog.
One or two drops of blood splashed on the floor.

“Please stop,” I begged.

“Poor little boy,” she cooed, “Does his willy hurt?”

I thrust my face towards hers and tried to kiss her. She drew back and smacked the side of my face with one gloved hand.

“You’ve just earned yourself more punishment,” she said cruelly. She dropped the grater and reached below to my tender balls, which felt ready to burst.

“I think it’s time for little boy to get his balls squeezed.”

I squirmed with pleasure, and began to moan softly as she squeezed my left testicle between her thumb and forefinger, first gently, then increasingly cruelly. She moved her other hand to my right testicle, and began to squeeze both, laughing at my helpless squirms.

Finally, I couldn’t stop it any longer. I threw back my head and howled as a long thick stream of come jetted from my bleeding penis.

Karen’s haunches trembled as she came without even being touched.

It was almost the only time she allowed me to come while we were living together.

The next week Karen told me she was seeing another man. She said that she wanted to bring him home. His name was Paul, she told me, and she let him fuck her because his cock was beautiful. She said that he was a wonderful lover, and that I would have to keep out of their way. To stop me getting in their way, she had decided to chain me to the bed in the spare room when he was in the flat.

I met him that night. I was naked in the kitchen, cooking dinner for Karen and me, when she arrived from work, accompanied by a tall, well-muscled black man.

She didn’t introduce us, but came through to the kitchen.

“Why isn’t the fucking meal ready?”

“It will be ready soon.” I was cooking Chinese, quite an intricate recipe.

“Well, when it’s finished, I’m going to eat it with Paul. You can serve us like a good waiter, then we’ll put you to your room.”

“Can I put some clothes on please?”

“No you can’t. I want Paul to see your cock. It’ll make him laugh.”

I finished the cooking and brought a tray into the dining room. Paul and Karen were sitting at the dinig table, their chairs almost touching. I noticed his hand on her thigh. Karen had dimmed the lights and lit the candles for him.

Paul looked up and down my body and I felt my cock begin to swell.

“Fucking queer,” said Karen.

I put the plates in front of them.

“Want me to chain him up?” Paul asked Karen.

“Thank you, darling,” she replied, and leaned over to give him a long, deep kiss. Paul slipped his hand around the inside of her thigh and she spread her legs and giggled.

“Put baby to bed,” she asked him.

“Come on, queer,” said Paul. He followed me into the spare room and told me to get up on the bed. I knelt and put my hands through the rails of the headboard, and he fastened them with the cuffs that Karen kept for me.

They left the doors open so that I could hear them after dinner when they went to Karen’s room to fuck.

After several minutes, the thumping of the headboard against the wall stopped and I heard footsteps. Karen was in the doorway wearing a leather collar.

“Does little boy want to see how a real man fucks?” she asked.

She brought Paul through into the spare room and sat him in the armchair beside the bed. I couldn’t help looking at his beautiful, circumsised black cock and his muscular body. Karen then took a tube of lubricant and squatted over the chair, her back to Paul so that they were both facing me. She rubbed some of the jelly over the shaft of Paul’s cock, and applied the rest to her own anus. She lowered her buttocks over his cock, biting her lip as it entered her.

“Oh, baby,” she said, “You’re so big.”

Paul began to thrust in and out, and I watched her tight ring getting pounded by this man’s long, thick cock. She reached her fingers to her pussy and wetted them in her juice, then leaned forward and held them under my nose.

“Poor little boy doesn’t get any of this. But if he’s a good boy he can lick the come from his mummy’s hole.”

Paul carried on fucking her and she began to whimper with each thrust, a pleading look in her eyes. Paul reached forward and began to rub her clit. She gasped. His breathing began to speed up, and his eyes closed.

Finally he came, biting on her neck as he spurted inside her. Karen shuddered as an orgasm rocked her body moments later.

They sat silent.

“What are we going to do with him?” asked Paul.

“He’s going to lick me clean like a good boy,” said Karen.

“Look at him with his fucking arse in the air.” I was still on all fours, chained to the headboard.

“Do you want to fuck him?” asked Karen.

“He looks like he’s itching to get fucked.”

“What he wants doesn’t matter. It’s me who decides what happens to him.”

“Okay then. Let me fuck him.”

“He’s due a punishment for not having dinner ready on time. Getting fucked isn’t a punishment. Not for a poof like that.”

“We’ll give him his punishment while I fuck him,” said Paul. “Wait here.”

He went out of the room and came back holding a condom packet and the bottle of chilli oil that I’d put on the table with their dinner.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

“You shut the fuck up,” said Karen.

“Let him lick your ring. That’ll shut him up,” suggested Paul. Karen climbed onto the bed and pushed her sweaty, sperm-filled bottom towards me. But I was watching Paul. He had opened the condom and was pouring chilli oil into the open end. I knew what he was going to do.

I leaned forward and breathed in the smell of Karen’s anus, this time with an added masculine scent. I tentatively reached forward with the tip of my tongue and ever so gently began to caress her ring with it.
Meanwhile, Paul had taken the lubricant and I felt his rough fingers on my hole, working it into my most private place. Excited, I pretended to resist, begging him to stop. The he was kneeling between my legs, forcing them apart, and I felt his unsheathed cock head resting on my ring.

I was licking a mouthful of his sperm from Karen’s hole as he drove hard into me, and I almost squealed with the pain.

“You like that, don’t you, queer?”

I nodded.

“Do you know what else I’ve got in store for you?”

“The chilli oil.”

“And where’s it going?”

“On my dick.”

His cock still inside me, he reached forward with the condom full of the oil and began to roll it over my cock. Initially, I felt nothing, and I thought that maybe it wouldn’t be painful.

But as Paul began to gently thrust inside me, I began to feel the growing burning feeling in my cock head.

“My dick’s burning,” I whimpered.

“Fucking shut up,” said Paul. He started to rub my scalding cock and I began to sob with the pain and the excitement.

Karen now rolled over to watch my face as my cock was tortured by the stinging, burning oil. Her wet, hairless slit inches from my face, she spread her legs and began to stroke her clit, the strong cunt smell filling my nostrils. I leaned down to kiss her genitals but she slapped me away.

Karen watched the tears rolling down my cheeks, murmuring to herself, “poor little boy” and now pushing her fingers deep into her vagina. Paul carried on thrusting harder and harder, all the time rubbing my tortured penis.

Finally I came, squirting hot white semen into the condom. Seconds later I felt Paul’s hot come filling my insides, and watched Karen squirming and whimpering as she too climaxed.

The three of us lay there, unable to move.

Eventually I did have to ask Paul to take the condom off me, though.

Although it had been a hell of a night, Karen and I never saw Paul again. We knew that threesomes can become complicated, and I think both of us prefer being monogamous.

We’re just an old-fashioned couple, really.

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Sandy Lynn snuck out just before sunrise. If she didn’t get out the door before mama woke up, she wouldn’t get a lick of fishin’ in this summer, and no tan at all. Mama would keep her in the barn all day, or the garden, or up in the chicken coop, and she was right finished with all that work. Just for one day, Sandy Lynn was gonna go play. She was, after all, 18 years old now and could do as she pleased!

Flinging her kerchief full of apples bread and ham over the fence, she slid her pole through the slots and climbed over. The creek was just over the rise, and if she followed it far enough, there was a neat fishin’ hole just under the willow tree with the old swing on it. Mama wouldn’t walk that far, and Daddy had gone into town earlier. No one to look for hours! Sandy Lynn tugged her shorts out of her crack, thinking, well, mammas right ‘bout somthin’. These shorts are getting a mite to tight. She had been growing all year, sprouting hair and breasts and all kind of feelings. None of her friends had any yet – and she could already fit into Tammy Mae’s size 36D bra. But who wants to wear one of those, thought Sandy Lynn. Daddies white tank tops were fine for her. Picking up her fishin’ pole, and her kerchief, she headed off to the creek.

Woof! Woof! Damn it! She thought. That dumb Boomer is awake. “Come here boy.” She called. “Here Boomer” The huge black and gray mutt came bounding over to her, knocking her down. Boomer was a huge dog, a mix of some kind of Greyhound and shepherd. WhenSandy Lynn had been just a tiny girl, a few years ago, she could ride on his back and treat him like a pony. She decided it was better to let him come along with her, or he would rouse the house with his barking. Flinging her blonde pigtails out of her face, she brushed herself off and headed on to her mission.

sandy lynn fishing daisy dukes 2He had been watching her. Sneaking out of the house, and in that outfit! Her mama was gonna have a fit, the way she looked. A year – two ago she could run around half naked, but since she got that set of titties on her everyone couldn’t help but notice. Everyone ‘sides Sandy Lynn that is. She still thought she was a kid. Even her brothers had taken to coming home on bath night, finding ways to hang in the kitchen behind the curtain just in case she left it back enough to peek around and see that fine body she was growing. He felt his cock twitch. She looked right fine, almost like her mama did when he took her for the first time way back when. All curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and tight little ass that made him remember how many times he had tanned that hide – both the mother and the daughter had that fine heart shaped ass. Come to think of it, all the girls in the family did. The tug in his britches got stronger. Sandy Lynns sister had had to be taught a lesson about how to dress and behave like a girl should, not to long ago. Smiling to himself, he picked up the dogs leash and some spare rope. And Sandy Lynn didn’t have that snotty look on her face neither, he decided. Glancing one more time toward the house, he followed after his daughter, rubbing his growing cock through his jeans.

By the time she reached the willow, Sandy was hot and sweaty already. Damn if it wasn’t a fine day, she decided, Fixing her pole, and setting her lunch in the shade, she decided it was time for a swim. With one quick toss of her pigtails, she bounded for the river and cannonballed KERSPLASH! right in the middle of the swimming hole. Laughing and splashing, she played with Boomer for a bit, until the chilly water raised goosebumps on her arms and flesh. And, too, it was time for a little sunbathing. Wringing out her golden hair, she started to wring the clothes out too, but decided no one was gonna see her. Stripping off the wet tee-shirt, she noticed how hard her nipples had become, and how good and strange it felt when she ran her hands over them. She slipped of the sopping wet denim shorts, and laid everything out to dry. Sandy Lynn decided to stretch out in the sun, to get a good solid tan all over her body and warm up a bit.

sandy lynn fishing daisy dukes 3Oh, the sun felt so good, she thought. Laying there sun on her face and grass tickling her between her thighs, she thought of all the funny feelings that had been coming up in her lately. How, when she bathed she liked it when her brothers watched, kinda. How the look in their eyes made her all tingly. Sandy Lynn ran her hands over her breasts again … just like that actually she thought. That is the same feeling. Slowly, she ran her hands up and down her body, touching her soft flesh and smooth, tight tummy. Then, tenderly, she pinched her hard little pink nipple. It sent a shock through her! Right down to her – oh wow. To her privates that mamma always was saying not to play with. She pinched it again … and again.. and oh…. over and over she wrung her baby breasts in her hands. Pinching and squeezing and then – suddenly – slapping it to feel the sting.

Oh my god… the feelings going through her … she could fell the tingle in her little box. And it was wet! Why was it wet? she thought. There was no more denying it, she wanted to touch that tingly spot. Sliding her hand down, and spreading her legs wide open, knees up in the air, she touched her baby hole for the first time. MMMM…. that felt so good…. mmmmm…. Slipping her fingers around and over her slit, she found the little button at the top that caused electricity to spark up her spine. Every time she touched it it made her gasp. Oh! again and OH! over and over she slid her fingers, up and down, almost in to her little hole, then out, and over her button again…… gasping louder and louder and feeling the whole world spin……… she was lost into her self.

He had been watching for some time now. His cock was out and in his hand, watching her finger herself. The uncontrolled and so innocent sounds she made had brought precum to the tip of his cock … he was stroking it furiously, angry with himself that he hadn’t gone down there and whipped her ass yet for her slutty behavior. But – oh god how hot she was. That fine new body just screaming for a real man. He continued to stroke his cock, thinking of how he was going to teach her the lessons she deserved, and how much he was going to enjoy it … when all of a sudden something happened so surprising he couldn’t tear his eyes away…. Boomer the dog had just noticed Sandy Lynns flying fingers and was moving in to investigate……..

Sandy’s eyes flashed open in terror when she felt the first tickling sniff at her hand. She had been so caught up in the moment, she hadn’t heard him walk up, but she felt him now. Boomers hot tongue was lapping at that hot little button, over and over like a bowl of water, but it felt so good! At first she was shocked, and tried to push his head away, but he was a big horse of a dog, and shortly she just laid back and let him…. Pinching her nipples hard under her fingers, Boomers hot tongue and teeth nipping, and lapping at her hole.

Oh mmmmmmmm…. god…. over and over the waves of felling invaded her. Looking down, she could see his big red dog cock sticking out of him, huge and much larger than the boys she had peeked at over the years. She watched him lapping at her, and felt desire growing. She remembered when she and Tammy Mae had caught boomer making babies with the Camden big shepherd dog. they had watched him pump her furiously, biting into her neck and pounding in – over and over – while the Camden Princes had whimpered and panted. It had gone on for hours. What had Tammy Mae said? Oh yeah “that dog is a bitch in heat. She really likes it. See, see how good it feels to her?”

Then another memory invaded. Moans of pleasure, slapping and groaning and cries that made her feel so squirmy in her bed. The sound of her mamma and daddy in the bedroom, doing IT. The IT she wasn’t supposed to talk about … oh and could it feel as good as Tammy Mae said it did? Looking at Boomers big dog dick, she decided to find out.

Flipping over onto her knees just like Princess, she bent her face deep into the grass. Her fine heart shaped ass was trust into the air, and her legs spread wide. “Come on Boomer. Come on. Do me like Princes. I wanna be your bitch doggie too” she cried out. But – Boomer just kept lapping at her … liking her pussy and asshole and lapping lapping at it. Making a feeling of complete agony develop deep in her tummy. “Please Boomer. Come on. Boomer. Do it! Stick that big doggy dick in me. I wanna feel it.”

She was panting, waiving her ass in the air, and fingering her pussy, beggin a dog to fuck her, he saw unbelievably. I do believe its time for my lesson he thought.

Out of no where Sandy Lynn heard a voice. “You goddam little whore. What the hell do you think your doing?” He shouted. And before she could think straight – daddy had her by the hair, and was pulling her up the hill. “You little slut. You go and sneak off and leave your mama to do all the work so you can to – what? Fuck a dog! Nasty little whore!” And with that, he slapped her ass hard. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Sandy Lynn was mortified. Crying hysterically, she begged and pleaded for her daddy to let her go. But he had no intention of that. She had him hot and ready to fuck. Looping the rope around her wrists, he slung her over the seat of the tree swing, tities hanging and ass up, then tied the rope around the trunk. Taking the other rope, he tied one, then the other ankle and spread her legs wide. A quick pound into the ground, and the ropes were staked firmly. Sandy Lynn swung free, suspended, with only a board under her belly for support.

Sobbing, she begged him to let her go. “Please daddy, I didn’t mean to. Please….” crying out loud over and over, begging him to let her go. He turned a deaf ear. Grabbing up the tee-shirt she had worn, he gagged her mouth, so all he would have to hear was her sobbing and breathing. No more words. Then, when she was tied up to his satisfaction, he stood back and took in the sight.

Good god she was sweet. Rubbing his cock through his jeans, he admired his daughter. That fine ass all up and exposed, swinging free. That hot little baby pussy, glistening with her juices – she was so hot he could smell it on the air! And those fine firm little tities he had been dying to punish for days. He walked close now and pinched each nipple in turn, hard, just to see her cry. And best of all – that angel face, surrounded by golden pigtails and covered in silver tears. He loved that she looked so beautiful, even when she cried. He was going to make her cry some more.

“I am going to teach you a lesson baby. But first you have to be punished. You may nod your head for your answers. We are going to learn a bit about what you are up to. And – dont lie to me baby.” he pulled out the leather dogs leash.” or I will make you hurt more.” Walking close, he slid his fingers in her slit and watched her face carefully. He swung the leash back and forth in front of her face, and fingered her wet slit some more. The terror had begun.

Her eyes opened wide at the sight of the leash daddy used for the really bad punishment times. Then, in complete fear, she nodded yes. She would behave. And that is exactly what he wanted to see. Smiling inwardly, he asked his first question “was it wrong to sneak out of the house today?” a quick nod yes. “did you do it to get out of chores?” another nod – and some relief in the face. So only easy questions were expected huh? So the next one should really sting, he thought “did you like the dog licking your little fuck hole, baby?” Blank face but the pussy in his had squirted juice out involuntarily. So! she did like it. But – no answer. He pulled back the leash and let fly.

The first strike landed full on her backside. Smack! “Answer me baby” tears filing her eyes, she nodded. “did you touch yourself in a naughty way baby?” nods. Her juices were really flowing now “ did you finger your hole just like I am now baby?” nods “did you think of a hot cock inside it baby?” slow look at him, but no answer. Smack!~ and then a nod, tears filling her eyes.

Now was the time. Her pussy was so wet! He asked. “Was it mine you thought of ?” she stared at him confused – refusing to answer. Smack, smack, smack – the blows landed freely, her ass and thigh’s welted….. until finally a frantic nod. “Did you think of that about that big red dog cock baby?” She shook her head quickly no. But her body betrayed her. Spasming, her pussy pulsed around his fingers, cum squirting over his fingers. “Baby – I told you not to lie to me” he shouted, and he began to punish her in earnest. Breast, thighs, ass and back. Nothing escaped. Over and over he slapped her with the leather. She wiggle and squirmed, trying to escape, but after a while, settled into a rhythm. And, as he watched, her juices began to flow out over his fingers still invading her, still fucking her tight virgin hole.

Sandy Lynns mind was in a turmoil. So humiliated, and yet, daddy was here, he wouldn’t really hurt her, and the combination of his fingers in her and the strikes had begun to feel so good…. warm almost, and when they began to strike her nipples, she felt that feeling all over again. That tingling feeling. Oh…. over and again he struck her breasts – bringing her closer and closer to that spinning place. That lost and melty feeling… and she looked over at Boomer – who was licking his big dog cock. It was so huge! and red and thick… mmmmm…… she drifted off into her mind thinking of how good it felt when he licked her and …….

His fingers felt her begin to cum. Not yet he decided. Withdrawing them quickly, he struck her – Whap! Direct hit – right on her baby pussy. Whap! Whap! “Didn’t you hear me? I asked you a question little one!” Frantic shake of her head “Answer me!” Then – he noticed where she was looking. At that dogs cock again! “Is that it you little whore? You would rather have a dog than me? You little tramp. I was going to teach you what it feels like to be a woman, but you just want to be a bitch whore for a dog/” He tore off his clothes, and showed her his cock – which was bigger by far than Boomers. “You could have had this, you dumb slut, but instead you are going to get it for the first time by an animal, because that is what you are, a fuck animal for my dog.”

And so saying he walked up to Sandy ‘s little pussy, and began to finger it again. Despite the whipping, and his words, it was sopping wet, and soooo tight. He heard her whimper when he slid his fingers in. He began to work them around inside, feeling for her hymen. She began to buck against his fingers, moaning into her gag in earnest. She needed something… but what?

Sandy Lynn was terrorstruck. The feelings flooding through her were amazing, and then daddy had taken off his pants and shown her what she could have had. He was saying he wanted to teach her how to be a women, but instead she was going to be a dogs whore? She couldn’t believe it…. daddy please she begged with her eyes. Teach me how to please you! While his fingers worked inside of her she wiggled an moaned, trying to get him to notice how much she was liking his attentions.

Then she felt his mouth on her sore nipples. He was lying under her, his hands busy on her pussy, his mouth on her breasts. He bit them, sucked the tortured nipples, and slapped them with his free hand. But he was out of reach for her. she could see his hard cock thrusting up at her – but she couldn’t have it….. crying again in lust and desperation, she tried to work the gag out of her mouth.

Finally – succeeding she begged in a horse voice “please daddy. I want your cock. I will do anything. Make me a woman, and I will be good. I will do what you want. Just let me have your big cock too – please.”

Oh the sound of her baby voice! And begging him to fuck her! But she wouldn’t get off so easy. He had decided her punishment, and she was going to get it. “You will do as I say, and maybe I will let you feel my cock after.” He stood up then – and called to Boomer. Placing the dog between her thighs, he ordered him to sit. Lapping at her pussy again, the dog behaved – huge red cock swelling. Then, daddy moved in front of her face. “here baby. It will hurt the first time. You can use this to suck on and take away the pain” and so saying he shoved his huge cock in her baby face, grabbed her by her pigtails and announced to Boomer “mount her boy”

With one quick shove of his doggy hips, he thundered inside of her virgin pussy. Sandy felt the huge cock rip into her aching hole, much bigger than daddies fingers. Her childlike mouth was so full of daddies cock, she could only grunt around it as the pain first, then pleasure filled her. swinging and swaying to the rhythm the dog set, her face buried in her dads crotch, she began to feel waves of pleasure running through her…oh god… the cock in her pounded away at her tight little pussy – she could feel the dogs hot breath on her shoulder bambambambambmbabm he fucked her furiously, whining and suddenly biting into her shoulder softly. The feeling was overwhelming! Bambambabm …Boomer pounded away at her aching pussy, faster and faster. She could feel her dads cock swelling in her mouth, and suddenly her whole body shuddered… lightning flashed in her head… and waves of pure pleasure thudded through her body.

Her dad watched as she orgasmed for the first time, and pride filled him.She was going to be such a great little slut for him. She continued, even in her passion, to suck avidly at his cock. Feeling he was about to cum, he decided it was time to lay the next lesson on her. Pulling his cock out of her mouth, he slapped her face lightly “did that feel good baby? Would you like daddy to make you feel even better?”

IN a haze, feeling Boomer still pounding away at her spazming pussy, she nodded her head. “yes daddy. Anything. That felt wonderful. What should I do?’ So, he told her “I will give you my cock, but you will have to make boomer feel good to. He has been such a good dog. You will have to suck his
big red dick, and swallow his cum for me. Can you do that baby? Can you be a whore for daddies dog?” Shocked – at first she started to shake her head – then, feeling Boomer panting and pounding her pussy to another mind blowing orgasm, she shuddered, and moaned “yes daddy. I will be your doggie whore. I will. Please let me have your cock and make me feel that again. I will swallow Boomers cum for you.”

Delighted at how fast she was learning, he had one more thing to say “Since I am entitled to something virgin, and in your sluttish behavior, you let a dog take what was really mine by rights, you fucking dog slut, I am going to fuck your ass. Beg me honey – beg your daddy to fuck your little ass hole and to let you suck daddies dogs cock….or no more fun and I will whip you hard and take you home to mamma.”

Frightened he might not teach her any more, and totally aroused by his words, she did as she was told. “please daddy – put it in my ass. I need to feel your cock daddy. I will suck Boomers dick really well. Please let me have that feeling again” And with that – Boomer was moved to in front of her, now with his big dick covered in her cum, and she lapped up her first taste of dog dick mixed with her virgin pussy cum. Licking and lapping at his pointed head, soon Boomer was fucking her face with the same force, the knot of his cock pounding her lips, wile behind her daddy was fingering her tight little hole. Slowly he stretched it using her juices to get it slippery, and then – with a shove, he tore into her ass. Crying out in pain and excitement, Sandy Lynn grunted her approval and clenched her muscles tight on his cock. Sucking, hard at Boomers cock she lost herself in a haze… feeling big cock in her ass – daddies cock – and sucking on a dog! mmmmm….. oh god. the feelings were so intense… over and over she felt them pounding in to her. Suddenly she began to choke – shooting gallons of cum, Boomer pumped his load into her mouth..

Dad heard her gag – and it made his cock twitch too, knowing she was swallowing dog cum. Shoving his fingers deep into her pussy he shouted “I am cumming in your ass whore. Swallow that dog cum down, and dont miss a drop. Cum for daddy baby – cum NOW!”

And as he shouted out – she felt his fingers jamming in her…. his hot seed spurting up her ass and she came – swallowing and gulping the hot dog jism, her pussy spasming so hard her sweet girl cum squirted out of her slit, over his fingers and all overthe ground. The feelings from the orgasm pounding through her baby pussy were so intense – she blacked out from the overwhelming pleasure.

Looking down at her slack face, dog cum dripping from her lips, he laughed and patted her head lightly. They had many more lessons to learn. “She will be my best cum slut ever” Kissing her softly he said “wake up baby – its time for another lesson in how to be daddies good little whore………”

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It had been a long day at work, and during the drive home I tried to make myself relax, thinking of the evening I would spend, eating dinner and then kissing and holding my darling Elizabeth. She and I had been living together for some three months now, and she had been my obedient submissive for six.

Elizabeth’s Punishment
by Spanks2U

It had been a long day at work, and during the drive home I tried to make myself relax, thinking of the evening I would spend, eating dinner and then kissing and holding my darling Elizabeth. She and I had been living together for some three months now, and she had been my obedient submissive for six.

We loved one another very much and enjoyed playing all sorts of games together. But I was always careful not to treat her too roughly, for she was small and seemingly fragile (although in bed I knew how strong and aggressive she could be).

We had settled into a comfortable routine in the evenings: I would come home to find dinner ready, and after eating we would sit together for a while and talk. Then, if I didn’t have any unfinished work that I had brought home with me, we might play together before heading off to bed. I was somewhat surprised, therefore when I came home to find the house in a mess and the odor of cooking food distinctly missing. I was immediately concerned that something had happened to her, so I quickly shut the door and called her name.

“Coming!” I heard her call from the interior of the house, and she quickly slipped into the living room wearing a bright yellow floral dress I had never seen before. It molded to her body perfectly, stopping just above her knees.

“See what I bought today, Master? Isn’t it absolutely adorable?” She twirled around, smiling brightly. The dress was indeed lovely and accented her honey-colored hair and tawny skin.

But all that went right by me. I felt the blood rush to my face and my teeth clench. “Where is dinner, pet?” I asked ever so softly.

She didn’t seem to notice my growing anger at all. “Well I didn’t feel like cooking and anyway, I thought you might want to take me out and show me off,” she giggled as she came closer and reached for my tie.

“Oh you did, did you?” I whispered harshly as I grabbed her wrist and forced her eyes to meet mine. “And just when did we discuss this? Hmmm?”

“Well we didn’t, but you haven’t taken me out all week and I’m tired of being cooped up here all the time.” She looked me in the eye, her lower lip jutting out petulantly.

“And as I recall we spoke about expenses, about how we both had to cut some corners. You were not to make any more purchases without permission.”

She looked at me defiantly. “Well I haven’t bought anything in days, and I’m tired of all that old stuff I wear. I thought you’d like it.”

Now my seething anger boiled over. “I don’t like it at all, you little bitch! I thought you knew better than to do something like this. God!” I yanked her by her wrist over to the coffee table, where cups and magazines lay strewn, not in their accustomed order. I forced her to her knees and told her to wait. By now she was starting to look worried, some fear creeping into her eyes, as well it might, for I could not remember ever having been so angry with her.

They say it is wrong to punish in the heat of anger, but I was beside myself and this could not wait. I went to the closet and brought out several lengths of rope and a crop. The rope was of braided nylon, and the crop was long and flexible, with a narrow strap of leather on the end. It was, I knew, elizabeth’s least favorite implement. Her face grew pale as she saw me stalking towards her with it.

“No, Master,” she spoke in a barely audible whisper.

“Shut up, slut,” I barked at her. “Don’t make this any worse for you.”

With one motion of my arm, I swept the table clear, heedless of where the cups, magazines, and books flew. I then made her bend at the waist and lie across the table, her knees still on the floor, and her new dress flowing around them. First one wrist, then the other I tied to the far corners of the table, stretching her lithe form across it. I grabbed the skirt of her dress and pulled it up, exposing the curve of her ass bare beneath it.

As I got ready to strike the first blow, she gave an involuntary wiggle and the skirt fell back down. I reached down and pulled it up even more roughly.

“Please Master, my dress,” she whimpered.

Somehow this just set me off anew. “Your dress? I bellowed Ill show you what I think of your precious dress.” I grabbed the neck of the garment with both hands and pulled hard. With a loud rip, the dress tore partway down her back.

“Noooo…” she wailed. Heedless of her complaints I continued tugging and tearing at it until the bright yellow dress lay around her nude body like a splash of sunlight.

“Its time for you to learn your lesson, young lady,” I said softly. I raised the crop and brought it down sharply across her ass. Instantly a bright red streak leaped up across the paleness of her skin. Rather than assuage my anger, this only seemed to heighten it. I brought the crop down, again and again, each stroke crisscrossing the last in a lattice of pain. I struck her bottom and her thighs, then started on her back, although even in my anger I avoided those places that I knew would bring permanent harm to my love.

And all the while she never cried out. At times I thought I could hear her whimper or moan, but I was heedless of any entreaties real or imagined. By the time I stopped, her back, ass, and thighs were covered with red marks and welts. Never had I used her so badly. And yet I found myself with an almost painful erection.

“Now for your final lesson,” I said.

“W-what, Master?” she whimpered, as though in a daze.

I knelt behind her, drawing my member out of my pants. “I’ll show you… now!” I said, thrusting hard into her on the final word, driving my hardened cock deep inside of her. She gasped as she took me inside of her.

“Oooooh, God,” she moaned as I plunged into her again and again, without mercy. I was surprised to find that she was unbelievably wet and I slid easily in and out of her. I pounded into her, my hands grabbing her hips as I used her and took her. Her cries rose with mine, our voices blended together in passion and pain. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore and I burst inside of her and felt her muscles contract around me at the same time.

Then, my anger and my passion spent, I looked down and saw, as if for the first time, what I had done to my love. Her lovely pale skin scored with the red marks of my anger. I cried out and quickly untied her, falling onto the floor I took her limp, sweat-drenched body into my arms. Tears of remorse sprang to my eyes as I kissed my lovely Elizabeth’s face again and again. I felt her hand curve around the back of my neck as she responded with kisses of her own.

“Oh my love,” I said. “I am so, so sorry.”

“MmmmMaster,” she murmured. “Thank you, thank you so much.”

I looked into her smiling eyes. “What do you mean ‘Thank you?’”

“Oh, Master, I’ve needed that for such a long time, but I just didn’t know how to ask you for it.”

“But your beautiful dress,” I faltered, still not comprehending.

She laughed and looked over at the ruined garment. “That old thing? Why I haven’t worn that in years.”

As understanding finally dawned on me I began laughing too. We laughed and held one another, tears rolling down our faces. I kissed her over and over again. Then, still chuckling, I picked up my love and carried her to bed.

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Hunter slouched back into the large oak back chair…dressed in his knee-high boots….his black leather pants clinging tightly to his body. The bulge of his manhood pressed against the front of the soft leather….his eyes moving to the direction of the door just as fawn stepped through the doorway

Hunter’s Fawn
by Hunter and Fawn

Hunter slouched back into the large oak back chair…dressed in his knee-high boots….his black leather pants clinging tightly to his body. The bulge of his manhood pressed against the front of the soft leather….his eyes moving to the direction of the door just as fawn stepped through the doorway. “Ah slut…guess you think your Master has nothing to do but wait on his bitch…” he spoke in his firm agitated voice…leaning forward in his chair…his eyes never losing contact with her beauty as she approached him.

Fawn quickly tipped toed in her bare feet toward her master…dropping to her knees in front of him. Her head bowed…her hands grasped together like in prayer… “I’m sorry Master…the traffic caused me to run late..” she spoke in her meek voice.

The quietness of the room was deafening as he slipped from his chair. The sound of the leather soles on the tile floor broke the silence as he walked behind her…his eyes never losing contact with her. “Bitch I don’t want to hear excuses…I expect obedience. You should have left earlier to be here on time.” he spoke leaving no doubt of his displeasure with her. His hand reached down to caress the softness of her long red hair…his fingers slowly slipping through the curls.

“Oh Master…I’m sorry…please forgive me.” she pleaded with her eyes gazing down on the dark tile of the floor in front of her.

Hunter walked over to the wall…taking his riding crop that hung from a hook. The coolness of the leather in his hand made the warmth inside him stir. He slowly walked back to her…his tall lean frame towered over her meek fragile body. Her eyes looking down at the boots she had polished so many times for him. The riding crop in hand…using the tip…he placed it under her chin…he gently lifted her beautiful face so he could gaze down into her dark eyes. “Well bitch…you have displeased me…now you have to please me to put me back in a better mood,” he spoke with a sarcastic voice…a slight grin coming a cross his lips.

“Please my master…be merciful…I will do whatever you demand to please you. I make up for the displeasure I put you through. I promise!!!” she pleaded…tears starting to form in her eyes…the sadness in her heart starting to race throughout her body.

“Mmmmmmmmm…love to hear you plead for mercy…love to hear that sweet innocent voice ask for forgiveness..” he spoke…taking the tip of the crop from under her chin…her head dropping back into the bowing position. Hunter walked around behind her…slapping the crop in the palm of his hand. “Now bitch…hurry and remove your clothes,” he ordered…his voice firm…and decisive.

His orders echoed in her ears as she raised to her feet…lifting her long sun dress up over her head…dropping the thin garment to the floor. She reached behind her to unhooked her bra that confined the soft mounds of her breast. The cool air made her nipples slowly swell…becoming erect. She pushed her bikini panties down her thin sexy body…wiggling her hips as the thin garment made its way. She stepped out for her panties…then dropping them on top of the pile of clothing before her. She slowly lowered herself back into the kneeling position with her head bowed…not daring to look at her Master.

The beautiful sight of Fawn undressing before him excited Hunter. The warmth inside him became more intense with each breath he took. His eyes fixed on her beauty…the power he felt so often with her began to fill his tall muscular frame. “Mmmmmmmmmm…my slut who do you love…who is your whole
life…” he asked…teasing her with his words.

“You are…my Master…I am your property…I am yours to do as you wish…My purpose is to fulfill your every desire.” she softly spoke…her head still lowered…naked before him…totally at his mercy.

Hunter walked over to the table where all his toys laid. Taking the wrist straps… “Now bitch lay on your stomach …put your hands behind your back,” he ordered.

Without question…without looking up…Fawn laid flat on her stomach. The soft mounds of her breast crushed against the cold tile floor. The coolness of the floor causing her nipples to become harder …making them tingle with excitement. Her body squirmed from the coolness which started the warmth inside her to mount….wondering what her loving Master had in store for her. The tugging at her wrist made her aware he was putting on the straps. The fear started to fill her mind…the helplessness started to return that she had felt so often with her Master.

After her hands were bound…he rolled her body over. Her back arched from her hands that pressed into the floor…the straps tightened on her wrist. “Now bitch spread your legs…show your master you have no shame,” he demanded in a firm sarcastic voice. His eyes gazed down upon her face as she looked up at him…her legs spread wide…totally exposing her shaved pussy to his gaze. The soft lips perturbed through the hot fold of her pussy. Fawn spread her legs wider…her pussy slowly opened…exposing the pink flesh inside her. Hunter could see there was no shame in her eyes…he could tell revealing herself to him fully excited her.

“Do I excite my Master?” she softly asked seeking his approval. Her eyes traveled down his body …admiring her master’s board chest…the light hair that spread out over his chest…then becoming a small strip that trailed down his flat muscular stomach disappearing into the waistband of his tight leather pants. Her eyes stopping at the outline of his hardening cock that pressed against the material of his pants.

Kneeling at her feet her Master attached the spreader bar between her ankles. Fawn gazed down the length of her body at Hunter as he put the bar in place. The bar prevented her from closing her legs which excited her more. She became aware of her breathing starting to become more rapid because of the intense helplessness she felt. Her Master rose to his feet…the crop in his hand…using the flat tip of the crop…he gently dragged it across the protruding lips of her pussy.

“Oh….” she moaned as the rough leather slid across her sensitive lips. The warmth inside her beginning to mount…sending a wave of excitement throughout her body. Fawn knew in her heart how her master enjoyed teasing her…how he enjoyed administering the kiss of the crop to her flesh. The thoughts of pleasing her master increased the fire that continued to spread the lust throughout her sexy body. The wetness of womanhood sent the warm feeling that spread to every fiber of her body that fed her passion.

Fawn opened her eyes…she gazed up at her Master who towered above her. The grin on his lips…his eyes caressing along her beautiful body. The feeling of being completely exposed…being completely at his mercy excited her even more.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm…my little one has such beautiful pale white skin..” he softly spoke…the look upon his face was one of a person lost in a world of beauty…like a person hypnotized by a beautiful painting that hung in a museum .

Her eyes dropping to the bulge of his cock that slowly became harder…thicker…longer with each breath he took. The beautiful sight of his growing shaft pressing against the front of the tight leather pants fueled the fire inside her sending a sudden flood of juices into her hot wet pussy….”Mmmmmmmmmmmmm..” the moans escaping from her lips.

The flat tip of the crop slid from her shaved pussy up her body…up her flat stomach to the soft mound of her heaving breasts. Hunter used the flat tip to tease her protruding nipples. Her body squirming from the intense pleasure the rough leather had against the taunt stiff flesh. Each movement of her body tightened the straps on her hands that were bound behind her back. “Oh my Master you are so good to me….oh gawd!!!” she moaned…her body stiffening to the fire that raced through her. Each breath she took made the feeling more intense. Her heart starting to pound with excitement.

“Now my slut…to add a little pain to that pleasure.” her master softly spoke.

Even with her eyes closed, she sensed his movement…the leather crop leaving her flesh. Fawn opened her eyes to gaze at up at her Master …watching as he picked up the nipple clamps. The sudden fear of what was to come raced through her. Her mind reeled with memories of the last time he had used the clamps. “Oh please Master…not the clamps..” she pleaded.. The slight struggle against the straps proved to be hopeless…the spreader bar reminding how defenseless she was. Her mind finally accepting he had the control…she had to endure whatever her Master desired.

Hunter kneeled beside her…lifting the clamps in front of her face so she could see the jagged edges of the clips as they opened and closed. Her eyes widened…the fear raced throughout her body…her insides becoming more tense… “Oh Gawd..” she screamed as the intense pain generated from her hard nipples raced to her brain. Her body squirming…the pain from her nipples turned to a hot piercing fire…then slowly turning into a warmth that stimulated the juices inside her. Her breath became rapid…her heart started to pound with excitement as her womanhood became wetter.

The increased hunger for his attention filled her thoughts…wanting to please him in every way…wanting to show him she had totally surrendered her body to him. Her every thought belong to him, and him only. Fawn opened her tear-filled eyes as the touch of her masters leather crop touched her hot wet pussy.

“Mmmmmmmmm…” she softly moaned as the touch of the leather of his crop against her swollen lips sent another wave of pleasure through her…taking her passion to a higher level.

“You like that don’t you my slut? Your body hungers for it…you can’t do without it….your body betrays you.” her Master spoke with a satisfaction filled voice.

There was no doubt in Fawn’s mind her master knew her every desire. She spent every waking moment serving him…being his slut. The intense desire to be used by him for his pleasures…to make every fantasy come true gave her purpose….giving her life. “Oh yes..I’m a slut…your slut…I want to please you my Master in every way,” she spoke in a passion-filled voice. The fire inside her mounting with every breath she took…the juices in her hot wet pussy starting to fill every fiber of her body. Fawn watched through her lust filled eyes as her Master took another clamp from his table of toys.

“Now my slut…for a little added pleasure..” he spoke as he turned….a grin on his lips…his hard cock straining against the material of his leather pants. Hunter kneeled between her open thighs…his eyes gazing down onto her shaved pussy.

“Oh my gawd..”she loudly moaned as the instrument clamped tightly onto her clit. Again the pain raced through her…her body squirming…she fought hurriedly for the pain to turn to pleasure. Fawn tightly closed her eyes…the hot sting slowly turned to a warmth…the warmth increased the already mounting passion in her body. Lost in her world of passion she squirmed against her bonds…wanting to touch her body..wanting to tease her own flesh…wanting her Master to take her to that world of passionate bliss.

Fawn was barely aware as her Master attached the rope to the spreader bar…lifting her feet off the floor by pulling the rope that ran through the pulley above her. Pulling her body up so her soft sexy ass was exposed to his gaze. Hunter tied the rope off to the hook that was mounted on the wall. Fawn resting on her upper shoulders…her feet in the air….Hunter walked over to her.

“Mmmmmmmmmm…my little slut is helpless…all mine to do as I wish,” he spoke…a smile coming across his face.

The crop in his hand….he gently rubbed the flat leather end along the cheeks of her ass. He raised the crop inches from her flesh…he used his wrist to slam the leather tip against her skin. Her body jerked from the sudden painful sting that reddened her flesh. Her body stiffening…more pain rushed through her from the clips that were attached to her body tightly.

“Oh my gawd!!!” the words suddenly erupted from her lips. Her breathing became more labored from the intense passion that was stimulated by the pain that filled her body.

“Mmmmmmmmm…I don’t do this to discipline you my little one.. it’s just something that has to be done.” he spoke…reaching down…gently rubbing the redness of her flesh. Hunter raised his hand…bringing the tip of the crop down against the other cheek.

“Oh!!!Oh!!! yes…I understand my Master.” she painfully moaned..her body stiffened from the sting of the leather against her tender flesh that turned it red. Her mind raced to turn the new pain into the passion she knew would come from her Master’s attention. His crop represented his authority to have control over her. It was her master’s scepter…that gave him the right to make law…the right to set in judgment of her. The gift she had bestowed upon him out of her love and trust.

Hunter leaned down…pressed his lips to the warm red flesh… “Mmmmmmmmmm.” he moans…the warmth of his breath caressing the soft cheek of her ass. He reaches up…gently touching the clip that squeezed the flesh of her clit.

“Oh!!!..Oh!!!” she moaned…her clit coming to life with pain. Her womanhood flooding with her juices. Her body squirming from the rushing pain….the tight bindings on her wrist pressing into her flesh. Her body stiffened as her mind consumed the pain that she knew that feed the burning desire inside her.The sudden slack in the rope dropping her body to the floor opened her eyes. She gazed up at her Master who towered above her…grabbing her by the hair…he dragged her to her knees. “Oh Gawd!!!” she screamed from the pain…her hair being pulled at the roots. The tears filled her eyes…blurring her vision of what was in front of her.

“Now you cum sucking slut…time to relieve your Master..” he ordered …the sound of his zipper filled her ears.

His harsh sounding voice sent a wave of fear through her. She struggled with the helpless feeling that filled her body. She couldn’t do anything but take what came…whatever her master desired. Fawn tried to prepare her self…but she knew how aggressive her Master could be. When he got on one of his power rushes he became forceful…passionate…lost in a world of his desires.

“You whore…you bitch!!!” he shouted…His thick massive cock in one hand…he grabbed the top of her hair…using the red hair he pulled her head back.

“Ahhhh…!!!” she screamed from the intense pain. Her eyes becoming wider…she struggle to see past the tears that filled her eyes…that trickled down her cheeks.

“Mmmmmmmmmm…my slut…you are going to taste my cum….you are going to swallow it down for nourishment.” he voice demanding…unforgiving. Hunter used the blunt head of his cock…he slide it along her lower lip… “Mmmmmmmmmmmm..always loved your lips. Excites me to think about my cock between those soft warm lips….to watch them stretch around my shaft as my cock slowly disappears into your hot wet mouth.”he softly spoke as he gazed down into her beautiful face.

Fawn deeply inhaled the fragrance of his manhood that filled the air around her. The smell of him added to her excitement…her mind no longer aware of the clips on her nipples…the clip that squeezed her clit in pain. The sudden change in his voice surprised her, her body started to relax with the thought his passion was subsiding. Her eyes fixed on his cock…her tongue slipped between her lips touching the tip to lick the pre cum that seeps from the small hole. She loved the taste of her Master…his cum tasted sweet…it was the nectar of his passion.

“Mmmmmmmm…my hungry little slut can’t wait…she wants it…she hungers for it..” he spoke…his voice becoming more firm.

Her head pulled back by her hair…Hunter pushed the head of his cock between her lips. Fawn struggled to adjust to the massive size of his shaft as it slipped deeper into her mouth. The thought of the size of his cock stretching her lips to the limit sent a feeling of fear through her. She struggled to free her hands..to be able to use her them to control the massive member…but again the bindings reminded her she was totally at his control.

“Mmmmmmmmm…gawd your mouth is hot slut….just right to be fucked.” he moaned…taking her long red hair in each hand…as if her hair was the reins of a spirited animal. He moved his hips…thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth…harder…his head leaned back…his eyes tightly close.”I’m going to rape your mouth slut!!” he spoke loudly. His voice filled with uncontrollable passion.

Her eyes tightly closed…she gagged from the size of his cock. She struggled to control her breathing. She relaxed the muscles in her throat to accept the shaft as her Master forced the head against the back of her throat. Fawn’s hands still bound…her legs still forced apart from the spreader bar…she fought to keep her balance. The only thing that keep her from her from falling was her master’s hands that clutched her long red hair. The pain of her hair being pulled…the pain of the clamps on her body…the struggle to breath as her mouth was forcibly fucked excited her. Waves of panic mixed with pleasure raced through her mind and body. Her juices flowed in her hot wet pussy…becoming wetter with each forceful thrust of his cock.

“Slut you love it when I take my pleasure in that hot wet mouth of yours,” he spoke in a passionate filled voice…thrusting harder into her mouth from the intense lust that consumed him.

Fawn lost into the world of her own lust…barely hearing the words that her Master had spoken. The pain mixed with the lust filled her body…her only thought was on the massive throbbing shaft that was being thrust into her wide-stretched mouth with such force her body rocked with each movement of his hips. The head of his cock slipped deeper into her throat as she sensed that his climax was becoming nearer. She hungered to taste his cum…to taste the seed of her Master’s passion.

“Oh Gawd….ahahahahaha!!!” he yelled…his body stiffened…his cock jerking deep inside her hot wet mouth. His body shaking as the intense heat in his balls exploded…. spewing his thick hot cum into her throat.

Fawn’s mouth impaled on Hunters spewing cock… she swallows hungrily every drop of his cum …daring not to lose any of the precious liquid of her Master’s passion. His sudden release…the taste of his cum sent another wave of excitement through her body. The fire at the center of her passion torture her with an intense hunger to have her aching pussy filled. She had regressed so far into her world of lust she no longer cared what her Master did to her…she was his to do as he desired. Her hands struggled with the bonds on her wrist…the intense desire to touch her self…to thrust her fingers deep inside her own pussy.

“Mmmmmmmmmm….yes…yes..” moaned Hunter as he released her hair…his softening cock slipping from her lips.

Fawn tumbled backwards…not being able to hold her balance without his help. Her legs still spread wide exposing her hot wet hungered pussy. Her body squirmed on the floor in front of him…the soft mounds of her breast heaving from her intense passionate breathing. The battle she fought inside her to quench the fire that raged throughout to every fiber of her lust filled body.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm…love it when my slut loses control…all she can think about is filling her hot wet pussy..” spoke Hunter as he reached over at the table…taking the massive dildo from the table.

No longer aware of the world around her…all her thoughts on her hot wet pussy. Her body jerked as the tip of the dildo touched the hot fold of her pussy. The tip sliding up and down her hot wet fold …lubricating the tip of its hard bluntness. She raised her hips in a clumsy attempt to pull the dildo into her hot wet pussy. The hunger was starting to overwhelm her…tears tricked down her cheek from the intense desire to satisfy the hunger inside her.

“No bitch…beg me…beg you Master to satisfy his slut..” he spoke with a teasing voice.

“Oh please Master…you slut hungers for something hard inside her…to be fucked by anything you desire.” she pleaded through tear filled eyes. Fawn spread her legs wider…wanting to show her Master that she was a hungry slut…that she need to be fucked…that she needed to cum. That he would be a generous Master and give her that gift.

Hunter used to the tip to spread her swollen lips…the massive shaft slowly slipped into her hot wet pussy. He watched as the huge dildo stretched her pussy lips tight around the massive size of the shaft. Her juices glistening in the light as the dildo became drenched with her passion.

“Oh…yes…yes my Master” she moaned…Fawn spread her legs wider…the intense hunger to feel every inch as it slipped deep into her. Her lips stretched around the massive shaft sent a wave of fear mixed with passion through her body. She no longer cared how big it was…how much it stretched her womanhood…she wanted it…she wanted to fuck it…she wanted to cum on it. She wanted it to extinguish the fire that raged through her body that tortured her into lustful bliss.

“Yes my slut…enjoy it…take it all in…” whispered Hunter as watched his slut react with passion to the dildo entering into her hot wet pussy. Her body squirming against the floor from her lust…her legs spread wide freely accepting the massive assault of her womanhood. He started to thrust the shaft into her…she reacted with the thrust of her hips against the large massive instrument.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm..” the soft moan escaping her lips. She worked her hips feverishly against the large dildo…the sudden wave inside her becoming closer…the fire mounting to its peak. “Oh Gawd…. Gawd….. yes… yes..” she screamed as the sudden wave of juices drenched the massive dildo that was deep inside her. Her body stiffening…shaking…her eyes tightly shut as her climax rocked her body. The mounds of her breast raising with each labored breath she took. Her nipples ached from the clamps that continued to squeeze the taunt flesh.

As Fawn’s climax rocked her body he took the clamp from her clit…then taking the clamps from breast … gently massaging the red flesh to get the circulation back in them. He then removed the spreader bar from her angles. Hunter took Fawn’s limp body into his strong arms…her eyes half open totally exhausted from her intense climax…he held her close to his body. He gazed down into her beautiful face …using his hand to move a wisp of red hair from face… “You please me very much my little one…love you.” he whispered…a grin on his lips.

Fawn closed her eyes…the fire inside her starting to subside. The comfort of her Master’s arms made her feel safe. He had a way of pushing all the bad stuff from her life. The world no longer existed for her. His world was where she wanted to stay. She knew by taking care of his desires in return she would get her needs as a slut.

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Kinky Dinner Party
by Vincent

Yesterday I took my 24-year-old girlfriend Linda to dinner at a friend’s house. A great evening.

Everything was perfect until my little brunette had one or two drinks too many and she began getting more
and more vulgar and ordinary, shocking the society with very rude and intimate remarks about our sex life, a thing I really hate. I knew I had to stop her.

I grabbed her by the arm and dragged my protesting Linda out of the room and led her downstairs into the
wine cellar. There I lifted her skirt, lowered her panties and spanked her bare bottom mercilessly for 10 minutes until it was cherry red. Linda didn’t like me spanking her tender derriere but, as usual, the punishment made her very hot. I knew she was all wet when I put her panties back on and lowered her skirt again. I ignored her begging for a fuck and told her to behave. She promised to be a good girl…

When we left, I didn’t drive home immediately but decided that my pretty little slut deserved a real lesson. I drove to a nearby wood, where I stopped the car. I took a few ropes and asked Linda to undress. When she was naked, I put her clothes into my car, which I closed and we walked a bit. Linda had to go 2 meters in front of me so I had a good view of her pretty arse. Still a bit drunk, she played the little bitch again. She swung her arse and her whole body in a very sexy, sensual and provocative way….

I stopped and used the ropes to tie her up between two trees with her wrists and ankles, her arms and legs
spread wide.

Now I was standing right in front of her. I observed the excited, nervous and anxious expression on her face as I slowly opened the belt of my trousers and took it off. She started to beg and protest. I got very close to her, letting her feel my erection as I whispered playfully in her ear: I’ll teach you to behave like a lady, Linda darling. Tonight you were a real bitch. I need to put your ideas back into place…

I went around her, quickly let my hand slide over her shaven genitals. Of course, the bitch was soaking wet
again. I used my belt to discipline Linda. She moaned, protested and cried, she wriggled, pulled strong on
the ropes but to no avail. I had tied her securely. Noticing how helpless she was, she swore, she called
me names, she insulted me with expressions like “male macho son-of-a-bitch”. Of course, I didn’t stop until
her arse had turned to deep red and she was sweating and almost had tears rolling down her cheeks. Linda
still had not enough. Instead of lowering her eyes, she looked into mine defyingly, provocating me again.

“Come on, cowboy, fuck me now. Your horse is ready to ride…”

That made me angry. I put my belt back on and caught a long, thin, flexible but firm birch from a tree. I
approached Linda, made her hold the birch between her teeth, rubbed once again my erection against her body
and instructed her to shut up: “A female should mainly open her mouth when giving a blowjob! I’ll fuck you
when you have learned to behave in the presence of your master! Now as I see my little bitch is still wet…”

I inserted one, two, then three fingers into Linda’s cunt. She moaned in delight and trust her hips, urged me to push harder, faster. I was already decided to grant her a little orgasm when she accidentally let the birch fall on the ground. I picked it up and mowed round her. She begged and whimpered desperate apologies, knowing that it meant pain again. This time I really whipped her hard. I grinned as she howled and cried like a wild animal. Tears rolled down her face. More and more welts appeared on her arse, which she moved now very erotically I have to admit. I guess she wanted to make me horny and encourage me to stop whipping her and fuck her. As I continued to discipline her, I noticed a change of attitude. Linda became very, very submissive. Every time the birch bit in her tender flesh, she moaned in a very sensual, erotic, sexy, little voice: “Thank you MASTER.” Of course, I appreciated that, but I wanted her to feel she entirely belongs to me…

I inserted the birch between her pussy lips and rubbed it back and forth, keeping her on the edge of pain and
pleasure. She closed her eyes, I told her to open them up and look at me as I made her lick on my fingers. I
tamed Linda with the birch, whipping her pert, little pussy lips until they were red, hot and swollen. By then, I knew she was my girl again. She moaned my name and continuingly thanked me. She even asked for stronger punishment…

Finally, I put the birch back in her mouth, opened my zip and took out my erect dick. She stared at it like a hungry man at food. I approached her from behind. Linda yelled, cried like in delirium as I slowly inserted my penis into her cunt. I have to admit that it was an incredible pleasure to fuck that hot, swollen, little bitch of mine. While I fucked her hard, pinching her nipples, squeezing her breasts, I whispered in her ear: “Linda, you belong to me and you will obey me from now on…”

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After a long workday, she turned her key in the lock of her apartment and entered. Waiting inside her apartment, a man grabbed her arms from behind. Before she could cry out another man shoved a handkerchief with chloroform over her nose and mouth.

BDSM Mini Series – Sharon J. Part 1
by Sharon

Sharon J. was, at 31, the owner of her own small but highly successful cosmetics company. She was 5’ 7”, with long auburn hair, blue eyes, 135 pounds, measurements 38D, 32, 36. She wore makeup tastefully. She wore business suits, but always with pants. She never liked skirts or dresses. On the rare occasions on which her friends saw her in dresses or skirts, they told her how beautiful her legs were, but she always preferred pants. She dated sparingly, never having much time or inclination for a man. She was known as a tough but fair boss. She was proudest of never having cried since she turned 12. After a long workday, she turned her key in the lock of her apartment and entered. Waiting inside her apartment, a man grabbed her arms from behind. Before she could cry out another man shoved a handkerchief with chloroform over her nose and mouth. Her feeling of panic made her hyperventilate. She saw and felt her world spin, then succumbed to the fumes.

When she awakened she was spread-eagled on a table, her ankles and wrists attached to metal constraints. She was neither blindfolded nor gagged but she was naked. Straining her neck, she looked up at him. He was a white-haired man, slightly heavyset, in his fifties. He was dressed in a solid blue business suit and a turtleneck sweater.

“Hello, Sharon. Please do not be afraid. If you answer all my questions honestly I will not harm you. You can see the wires from your ankle and wrist constraints are attached to this machine. It is a lie detector. If you answer any of my questions less than truthfully an electric shock will go through your body. Do you understand?”

Sharon nodded, trembling slightly.

“Say ‘Yes, Master.’” He commanded.

“Yes, Master,” she softly replied.

He asked Sharon many personal questions, her name, all about her family, when she felt happiest, most afraid, most embarrassed and so forth.

When he asked her which scared her more, spiders or snakes, she paused then answered, “snakes.”

She felt the surge go through her whole body. Her mouth opened wide but no scream would come out. It lasted only four seconds but the pain was intense. She writhed and shivered and panted, her breasts quivering.

He smiled, “Do you know what mistake you just made, Sharon? You made the mistake of thinking you have some control over what happens to you here. You have no more control. You shall never know my name, but
I am your Master. You are, from now on until your life ends, my little slavegirl, my slut, my whore. Do you understand?”

From a dry throat, Sharon heard her words, “Yes, Master.”

After asking her a few more questions he put a gun in his right hand. He touched a switch and Sharon felt her restraints snap off. He commanded her to get up and led to down a hallway to a cell. The cell
door was made of iron bars, with a typical metal lock. Inside the cell were a cot, a commode, a sink and a cup.

The Master closed the cell door behind her, “If you scream or try to escape you will be severely beaten. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Sharon almost choked on her words.

After he left she spent 36 hours alone in the cell, temperature 69 degrees, with no clothes or blankets. She exercised and rubbed her body to keep warm. She had plenty of water but no food. After the 36 hours were up she saw her Master coming down the hall with a delicious meal in his left hand, gun in his right. He was dressed in a plaid shirt and dockers. He set the meal down on the floor.

“This food can be yours, my love, but,” he cupped his groin softly with his left hand, “you must kneel before me and suck me off. If you decline my offer you will not be punished in any way, but you will not have the food.”

She looked at him, her head trembling and her eyes filled with fear.

“Well, what will it be?”

She hesitated then said, “I’ll have the food.”

He ordered her to turn around and, after opening the cell door, handcuffed her behind her back. He forced her to her knees, then dropped his pants. He thrust his penis into her mouth. Holding the gun in his right hand, he softly cupped his left hand behind her head. He stroked her hair gently.

She was no virgin but had never done this before. She felt emotion overwhelming her. She wanted to please him so she would not be harmed. She was repulsed, yet excited. She felt her heart pound like a hammer. She was not used to being frightened or nervous. After several minutes of licking and sucking from her, he came. She almost gagged, but forced herself to swallow his semen. He took off her handcuffs, left the food
and utensils in her cell and closed the door.

She felt numb, like something inside her had broken or snapped.

An hour later he came back down the hallway carrying sheets, blankets, and a pillow.

Looking into the cell he commanded, “Kneel. Look directly into my eyes.”

She obeyed promptly.

“From this moment on you are no longer Sharon. Your old life is behind you forever. You are Leeta.” He paused, “What is your name, my little slavegirl?”

“I am Leeta, Master,” she answered weakly.

He smiled at her and walked down the hall. She arranged the sheets, blankets, and pillow on the cot. With the sheets and blankets over her, she was plenty warm, but she found that she could not stop shivering or crying. Sleep came to her much faster than she expected.
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Leeta was in her Master’s bedroom. She was wearing a pink and white teddy and panties and white socks with frills like little girls wear. Her only restraint was that her hands were handcuffed in front of her. Her Master wore silk purple pajamas.

Sharon J. Part 2

by Sharon

Leeta was in her Master’s bedroom. She was wearing a pink and white teddy and panties and white socks with frills like little girls wear. Her only restraint was that her hands were handcuffed in front of her. Her Master wore silk purple pajamas. She had figured for some time now that he wasn’t a bad looking man, and could probably find a woman, but preferred S&M and having a complete slave. Inside the bedroom were a large bed, a chest of drawers, a closet, a chair, and a desk.

Her Master sat her in the chair and told her to watch. He calmly made a two-story house of cards with playing cards on the desk.

“Leeta, my little slavegirl, will you submit to my will?”

“Yes, Master, forever and ever,” she answered.

“Will you obey me?”

“Yes, Master.”

He commanded her to make a house of cards as he had just done. She tried but her hands were shaking too badly and perspiration made her fingers too slippery.

“You have failed me,” he hissed, “You have failed to obey me.” She swallowed hard and felt her knees start to shiver. He pulled her by the hair and made her kneel in a corner of the room, facing the wall. He stuck the end of his whip in front of her face.

“Kiss the whip,” he commanded.

She did so, feeling tears stream down her face.

“Do you think you deserve punishment?” he asked.

“Yes, Master, I’m very sorry, Master. I tried . . .”

“Silence!” he interrupted her, “You will be whipped twelve times. In between strokes you will say ‘I worship you, Master.’ If you fail to say this then the count of the strokes goes back to one again. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she said in between sobs.

He lifted her teddy and pulled down her panties. The first eight strokes were to her back, the next two to the back of her thighs, the last two to her buttocks. He told her she was going to be left alone to think about what she had done for a while and how she had failed to obey him. For fifteen minutes she knelt with her head leaning against the wall, sobbing softly. Then he came over and gently held her, putting her head under his chin, stroking her shoulder softly and kissing her tenderly. She cried a little more loudly and tried to speak but couldn’t.

“I love you, my pretty little slavegirl. Don’t ever forget how much I love you.” He pulled off her panties and started rubbing her vaginal area. When he felt her body had responded sufficiently, he stuck his hand inside her and made a fist. She cried out as her body stiffened. She shut her eyes and bit her lower lip.

The next day he made her walk the treadmill. He always forced her to do this in lingerie and high-heeled shoes. She was handcuffed in back and could not touch the handrail of the treadmill. As she walked he slowly increased the speed and inclination of the treadmill. If she fell off before fifteen minutes were up she was whipped or otherwise punished. She almost always fell off. He fed her so that her weight never got over 120. If somehow it did get over that, he promptly gave her an emetic and an enema, despite her pleadings. She figured it was not that he found her that much more attractive at a lower weight; it was his way of helping to keep her physically weak. In red corset, panties, stockings, and high heels, Leeta could tell by the timer on the treadmill she had lasted over 13 minutes. The Master increased the speed and inclination one last time. She stumbled and fell to the floor. She was despondent. She really thought she would last the fifteen minutes this time. She sobbed, her lo

The Master stroked her cheeks softly and looked into her eyes, “Do you know what time it is?”

She swallowed and whispered, “It’s time for punishment.”

He knelt her against the wall and took off her panties. He spanked her twenty times hard with his right hand. Her breathing finally calmed, thinking her punishment was over. Then he entered her. She gasped. This was the first time he had done this. He had fisted her, forced her to perform oral sex, beaten and even tortured her a bit, but never had anal sex before. The pain was intense. He put his arms around her waist and squeezed. She thought for sure she would pass out. Then she hoped that she would, but she didn’t. Finally, he came inside her. Her body was drenched with sweat and shivered all over. The corset, normally tight, felt like a second skin over her sweating breasts. Her high-heeled red sandal shoes also felt tighter than ever.

Slowly and gently he took her clothes off her, relieving her of the pain of its tightness. He carried her to the tub and bathed her, whispering in her ear periodically how pretty she was and how much he loved her. He took a long time shampooing her beautiful long dark auburn hair. He rubbed soap on her breasts many times.

As the tub water drained she heard herself saying, “Thank you, Master.” He dried her off and forced her to kiss his feet for several minutes.

Leeta thought back to when she was Sharon, a successful owner of her own company. The Master’s men had kidnapped her. She was his sex slave, now and forever. She knew better than to try to escape, and never considered suicide. She figured her best bet was to try her hardest to please him, knowing this would make the pain much less. She found herself really wanting to please him deep inside.

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Historic BDSM Story – Runaway Slave
by Evelyn

The Count was angry. He paced up and down the Great hall of his castle, shouting his orders to all the servants. “You can’t be looking hard enough” he yelled at one of the unfortunate menials, “She couldn’t possibly have gone far with those chains still around her wrists and ankles. Unless, of course, someone is helping her”. He looked around at a sea of terrified faces. Everyone shook their heads and protested that they had no idea of how their Master’s slave had managed to escape. The Count threw himself down into a large, high backed chair in front of the fire which was burning fiercely in the enormous, central fireplace. “I want her found and I want her found before sunset tomorrow” he growled, “Now get out and don’t come back without her.”

The servants practically ran from the room, glad to escape his anger. They all knew what their Master was capable of when he was angered.

On his own in the Great Hall, the Count thought about the runaway slave. Candice, was indeed a beautiful woman. In her mid-twenties, she still had the face of a young and innocent girl; but innocent she certainly was not. – the Count had seen to that. Only five feet tall, with long, flaming red hair, she was beautifully proportioned. Her waist was slim, she had beautiful, large soft breasts and a neat, rounded bottom. Her eyes were green, her lips ruby red and her complexion smooth and white. He had bought Candice from a passing slave trader, just a few months ago and was really enjoying training her. It wasn’t that she actually needed a great deal of discipline, having been kept well under control for most of her life by an uncaring guardian, who had eventually tired of her and sold her for a handsome price to a local dealer. The Slave Trader had whipped her very little because he knew that a perfect body tended to bring a higher price than a damaged one.

The Count liked submissive women, he loved to control them and see them tremble at his threats. He liked to hear them call him Master and sometimes he liked to hear them scream as he punished them for some misdemeanor or other. The Count had, had many submissive lovers, but Candice was his first slave. It thrilled him to have complete control over this woman, to watch her kneel at his feet, to hear her beg for every little thing. More than anything, he loved it when she did even the slightest thing wrong or didn’t obey his command instantly, because then he could punish her. Of course, he had the power to punish her any time he wanted without reason, but somehow it was more exciting to have some valid excuse to beat his slave.
The Count had a vast choice of instruments with which to administer his punishments. The choice of instrument was decided by the degree of disobedience. Minor offenses might result in a spanking with the hand, slipper or paddle. Slightly, sterner beatings involved a cane to the bottom, legs, and breasts. The worst punishment that he had, had to administer so far was a whipping with a long, black leather whip, which had left Candice covered in deep red welts over her back, bottom and legs. The Count felt himself getting hard as he thought about the pleasure he had experienced, fucking his slave after that beating. He had been particularly rough with her and she had cried a great deal, but then slaves were there to be punished weren’t they?

Although Candice seemed compliant enough, the Count had not taken any chances. Candice always wore a leather collar, padlocked around her neck, so that the Count could attach a lead or a chain to her. If she wasn’t in his sight or locked in a room, then at least she could be chained up securely almost anywhere in the castle. If the Count was going away for a few days, then he also placed manacles around her wrists and shackles around her ankles. That is how she had been left last week whilst he was away on family business. He had no idea how she had managed to escape but he had a suspicion that one of his servants had helped her. When he got her back he would have to “persuade” her to tell him how it had been done.

The Count closed his eyes and started to masturbate; his cock steadily growing larger at the thought of what form that “persuasion “ might take. Since Candice’s arrival at the castle, the Count had been busy renovating the Dungeons. They were almost finished now and ready to be used for some advanced training sessions. The Count let his imagination drift and was rapidly coming to a climax when the door to the Great Hall burst open. One of the older servants stood there panting for breath, “Master, Master, quickly we have found her. She was hiding in a barn belonging to one of the local farmers. The footmen are bringing her back now. The Count went over to the window and looked out. He could not see very clearly as night was closing in, but against the dim horizon he could make out three figures; the one in the center practically being dragged by the two on either side. “When they get here” he scowled, “bring her straight to me”

The Count sat back in his armchair and waited. Soon the door opened again and Candice was thrown roughly onto the floor in front of him. With a wave of his hand, he motioned to the servants to leave them alone. He looked down at Candice as she lay quivering at his feet, her head bowed in submission. He leaned over and grasped her by the hair, pulling her roughly up to her knees. “Look at me” he hissed. “She opened her eyes slowly and looked up into his face. Already she was beginning to cry. She opened her mouth to speak, but the Count instantly slapped her hard across the cheek. “Speak when you’re spoken to, wench”, he shouted. “In a few moments, I am going to take you down to the dungeons, where I shall take great pleasure in making you talk. Now stand up”. Slowly Candice rose to her feet; the Count also rose from his chair, and still holding Candice by the hair, he dragged her across the room and over to a small side door. He took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He could see Candice trembling as he led her down the long, spiral staircase which led to the dungeons, deep down below the castle.

There were no windows down here. The only light came from oil lamps set on the walls, otherwise, it was as black as night. As they came to the bottom of the stairs, he heard Candice gasp as she saw the way he had furnished this gloomy place.

In the center of the room, stood a long, stone table with chains at each corner. On the cold, grey, stone walls, were manacles and fetters for the legs. Also hanging on the walls were several whips of various shapes and sizes. In the distance, Candice could just make out another contraption or two, but there was not enough light to see clearly what they were. She had a distinct impression though, that one of them was a rack. She turned to her Master and fell on her knees, begging him to forgive her; but her pleas fell on deaf ears. The Count was very angry and meant to have his revenge.

“First,” he said “I am going to punish you for running away. Then, you are going to tell me how you got away, who helped you and why you did it. Is that clear?” “Yes, Master” she murmured softly, bowing her head as she spoke. But the Count detected a note of defiance in her voice. That won’t last for long he thought to himself, knowing what he had in store for her.

The Count grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over to the stone table. “Lie face down” he ordered. His slave obeyed. He fastened both her arms and legs to the chains at each corner of the table. He fastened them so tight that she could hardly move at all. Quickly he walked over to the wall and selected one of the whips, a “cat” with long thin black leather thongs. He walked back to his trembling slave and suddenly realised that she was still partially clothed. He took hold of the back of the thin, cotton dress that she was wearing and ripped it in two, exposing her beautiful, naked body to his view.

Without warning, the first blow landed across her buttocks, and Candice, taken by surprise, let out a scream. The second followed rapidly, as did the third and fourth. By the time the Count had reached fifty strokes, poor Candice’s body was covered in red stripes, from her shoulders down to her ankles. She was crying even louder now. “You think that was bad”, laughed the Count, “I haven’t even started yet”.

With that, he released her from the table and pulled her over to the wall. He pushed her back against the rough stone and fastened her hands and feet to the chains that hung there. Her arms were raised high above her head and her legs were spread wide apart. “I think perhaps I am tired of your screaming” murmured the Count, and from the far corner of the room, he brought a gag. It was made of black leather and on the inside, it was fitted with a “tongue” which, when placed in the mouth, made talking, or screaming, impossible. “Open your mouth Candice,” ordered the Count. She did so tentatively. “Wider,” he shouted. This time she opened really wide and the Count placed the tongue inside her mouth and fastened it really tightly so she could not utter a sound other than a muffled moan. Turning back to the range of instruments on the wall he selected a cane. It was long and thin and very flexible. The Count ran it up and down Candice’s body gently, before bringing it down hard on those beautiful breasts. Candice moaned softly underneath the gag. Whoosh, the cane whistled through the air as he struck her time and time again, first across one breast and then across the other, until both were red and sore and crisscrossed with stripes.

Next, the Count focused his attention lower down. He placed his hands between her legs and felt the wetness that was oozing from her cunt. He wasn’t sure whether to be angry that she was taking pleasure from this punishment, or pleased that she was responding no matter how badly he treated her. For his own amusement, he decided to be angry. “So, you seem to be enjoying this. Perhaps I am being too lenient with you. I shall have to be a little harsher won’t I “, he whispered menacingly in her ear. The Count stepped back and without warning, brought the cane up between Candice’s legs. Time and time again he caned her cunt until it was swollen and turning purple. He could see she was crying now, but he didn’t care. It served her right for being so disobedient and disloyal.

Yes, she had been disloyal. This brought the Count’s mind back to the matter of who had helped his slave escape. He turned to Candice and grabbed her nipples, slowly squeezing and twisting them harder and harder. “Are you going to tell me how you managed to get away from the castle?” he asked. He could see by the look in her eyes that the answer was no. “You will tell me sooner or later” he continued. “And I can see that it is going to be later”. “I do admire your loyalty though, as you know whoever helped you will most certainly be severely punished for it” Candice still refused to give any indication that she was willing to divulge the identity of her accomplice. “Very well then”, said the Count shaking his head, “I will just have to use some other means of persuasion.

Before releasing Candice from her chains, her Master placed a blindfold around her eyes. He knew that it would be even more terrifying for her, not knowing what was going to happen next. He undid the chains, and Candice almost fell to her knees with the pain that she was suffering, but the Count held her firmly. He led her over to the far corner of the dungeon where he had placed some contraptions that he had devised himself. Candice had been right, there was a rack there too, but the Count had decided to keep that pleasure for another day. Something a little more severe was required tonight, in order to extract the necessary information from this disobedient, young woman.

The Count had originally designed these contraptions for some imaginative sex games, but they could easily be used just as well for torture. Why not a combination of the two, he thought. First, he bent Candice over a type of padded bench that stood on four legs. Her arms and legs were shackled to the four legs with her arse sticking high into the air. The Count placed his hands on her buttocks and gently stroked both of her cheeks before pulling them apart and inserting his fingers into her tiny hole. He felt her body tense as he did this. It was the first time that he had touched her there. He pushed his fingers in and out several times, stretching her a little more with each thrust. Then he reached down to where, underneath the bench, hung a dildo on a chain. He worked this up into her arse with a few pushes. She didn’t like this at all, he could tell from the way she was arching her back and moaning. She would have to get to like it though because it made the Count hard just thinking about it, and he intended it to be a regular feature of their sex play in the future.

The Count selected a leather paddle from his collection this time and proceeded to spank his slave good and proper. Ten on the left buttock and ten on the right, then back to the left again, until both cheeks were fiery red. Then he spanked her hard in the centre so that the dildo was pushed further up into her arse. He could see that she was sobbing by the way her shoulders were moving up and down, but he didn’t stop until he had given her ten more in the center. Whilst she was still in this exposed position, he took a long, black leather whip and gave her a good whipping on her back too. This was a cruel whip, made of thin strands of leather plaited together, and it had a tendency to cut through the skin. It drew blood after only a few lashes, yet still, when asked to reveal her accomplice, she refused.

The Count was becoming even angrier now. He removed the dildo roughly and dragged his slave off that piece of equipment and over to another. This one consisted of a board hanging from the ceiling by two chains attached to pulleys. A metal collar was at the top of the board, into which the Count fastened his slave’s neck. Her hands were placed into metal bands protruding from each side of the board and a metal belt clipped around her waist, making the movement of her upper body impossible. The board stopped just below Candice’s waist and two more chains hung from the sides near the bottom of the board. Each chain had a shackle that was attached to each of Candice’s ankles. The lower chains were attached to a pulley in the ceiling and when the Count pulled on the other side of the pulley, the bottom of the board, and Candice were hoisted into the air. This resulted in Candice laying horizontal at about shoulder height to the Count. By adjusting the chains on the pulleys, the Count brought her down to just below the level of his waist.

Her bottom was so beautifully exposed and the dildo had stretched her hole sufficiently for easy entry. The Count could not resist, he unlaced his trousers and fucked her arse, faster and faster with strong hard thrusts, until he came inside her in a frenzy of excitement. This was the first time he had fucked her arse, and he had no way of telling whether she liked or loathed it. She was unable to move or make a sound, and she was entirely within his power. It was this feeling of total domination that the Count loved so much. Having satisfied himself, for the time being anyway, he continued with his slave’s punishment.

He chose a strap which although was quite thin in width, was made of very thick leather making it fairly heavy. The first blows were to the buttocks, but he continued up onto the thighs and the lower part of the legs. On and on he continued. Although her upper body could not move, her legs were jerking frantically with each blow, making the board swing backward and forwards. The Count timed his blows to coincide with this swinging movement, giving extra force to each stroke. Finally, he felt that she must be ready to confess. Once more he asked if she was willing to tell him who had helped her escape and this time she nodded as best she could. He removed the gag and allowed her to whisper the name amidst the sobs.

“I’m so sorry, Master” she cried, “I’ll never do anything like that again”. “I’m certain you won’t,” smiled the Count. “In future, I think I shall have to take you with me whenever I leave the castle or better still, I shall leave you chained down here where only I have the keys to.” Seeing the look of horror on her face he laughed. He suddenly felt compassion for his little slave. After all. she was his and he loved her still. He released her from her bonds and carried her up to his bed. He had missed her whilst he had been away and once she was rested from her ordeal, he meant to make up for the lost time. Tomorrow he would take her back down to the dungeon again and question her about why she had run away. The Count slept well that night, once more a happy man.

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