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BDSM

By: NicoleHeat



I am coming around slowly and starting to remember what happened. Jack had given me some address and I followed his directions to the place where some lady was waiting for me. I can hardly recall how we got acquainted with her though...

I think her name is Barbara. Yeah, right, Barbara. She looked so sweet. But what happened after I met her? I think we went to the living room, drank some wine. That sweet Barbara. She had worked with Jack a lot and told me a zillion funny stories about the things that happened at the shootings. The ice was broken. She got us some more wine...

I couldn't quite understand what the new project Jack had offered to me was all about. Was Barbara going to bring some dude along? She didn't look like a proper partner for a lesbian shoot. Well, she had a good body and was pretty but, all in all, she looked more like a kind saleswoman from a candy shop. She was fit, pretty buff...

I recall trying to ask her about the project but she only giggled in a conspirational way and... Well, I just decided to trust her. We took the time to discuss all the guys in Jack's team and then went quiet for a little while. I remember Barbara propping her chin with a hand and staring at the ceiling with a dreamy expression on her face.

'People say women are not supposed to come. You know, like, they don't have that mechanism that would allow them to orgasm. Some believe that girls were just watching guys in bed, imagining things, acting up... We probably can't reach orgasm at all and only imagine getting off,' she said and leaned towards me. Guess she wanted to pour some more wine into my glass.

'Yeah, I remember how scared I was when I was getting fucked for the very first time. So scared I started acting things up almost unintentionally. Then it started to feel good,' I answered, picking up the half-empty glass and passing it to her.

So what on Earth happened next? Damn, I think I'm starting to remember... I remember her taking the glass from me... and splashing the wine left in the glass right into my face.

'What? What are you doing?' I yelled, still not believing that this nice lady could act so rough.

Barbara reached out for me, grabbed me by the hair and pulled.

'Aaah, let me go!' I bet I sounded like a crybaby. I had had a drink and a good little talk, I had enjoyed the time spent with Barbara and even started feeling at home in her company. Why pretend to be an ice-cold lady again? Especially when you are being pulled by the hair. She pulled harder and bent me over, not allowing me to stand straight.

'Barbara, stop it! Damn, you're rough when you are tipsy!' I tried to get away with a joke, hoping that it would return the good old Barbara. The contrast between the lovely chatterbox and a grime sadist dragging me into the depth of the house was intimidating. What happened next? Damn, it's like my memory is refusing to return me into the dreadful past.

After all my childish whining and jerking, can I try to break free from her? Screw the logic, screw the acting... If she's a psycho, it's not my problem. I pushed myself straight and broke free from her iron clutch.

'Let me go, you cunt!'

Unfortunately, it didn't work. Barbara was way stronger than me. She grabbed me by the hair again and tugged making me slam down on my knees. Then she dragged me down into the basement. She didn't respond to any of my questions but only kept giggling viciously. How come this bitch managed to fool me into believing her? I kept hoping that Barbara would stop and tell me that it all was some weird joke but... She didn't. 

'I'm gonna call the cops! What the fuck are you doing?'

I tried to sound tough but my voice failed. I bet Barbara could feel my fear and it made the whole thing feel and look even more miserable.

'What do you want from me?' I said. That was when I knew I was screwed.

Barbara dragged me up to face her.

'Ouch!' I went up with my back arched. We were staring each other in the eye. Her face was red from the hard workout she had to endure. Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes were burning with excitement. She was obviously enjoying my fear. Then she dragged me over to the wall and slammed me against it with my back several times. It didn't hurt but the fact of physical violation itself made me feel totally shocked. It was like fighting someone in childhood -- adrenaline levels were skyrocketing, I was out of breath, my voice was trembling...

'What the hell do you want from me?'

She grinned viciously, enjoying the dull sound of my body slamming against the wall. Then she pulled me away from the wall by the hair and pushed me down on the floor. When I looked up, I saw her holding a whip.

'Barbara...'

The whip landed on my back and it exploded in excruciating pain.

'Ouch!'

She went whipping me again and again.

'You dirty bitch, who allowed you to open your filthy fucking mouth?' she uttered. Then she bent down, grabbed me by the cheeks making me stare up at her and went on whipping me. 

'Who the hell allowed you to speak?'

I tried to run away, even managed to get up but... That was when she made me understand for one last time that she was way stronger than me. She simply grabbed me in her muscled arms and slammed me down on the floor like a pro wrestler.

'Place! I will teach you to obey me! If you do, it will all be alright. If you don't, I will shave your head and whip you till you bleed. Will make you remember it for the rest of your life'.

'Barbara...' I tried to complain but got lashed again. 'Aaah!'

'Yeah, right, yelling is not forbidden,' giggled Barbara, walking around me and playing with the whip in her hands. 

'Aren't you feeling hot? Get naked.' 

I started unbuttoning my shirt.

'Move faster!' She gave me another lash making me flinch but I remained silent.

I drew myself up and stepped up in front of her wearing only my underwear. I remembered about my lesbian experience with Catherine. Well, at least being with a woman wouldn't shock me that much as it wasn't my first time ever. Getting raped by a crazy bitch... No big deal! A real woman doesn't have to be physically strong. I'm more feminine than her, for example. But Barbara didn't look like she was going to get undressed. What did she have on her mind? She moved around me in circles, feeling my booty and breasts up shamelessly.

'Hmm, the guys are obviously fucking you hard enough. You are so tight. Bet that have already churned all your milk to butter with their cocks, right?' She pulled one of my boobies out of the bra, lifted it up a bit and dropped it as if scrutinizing some stuff hanging in the shop.

'Open your mouth'.

I felt my jaw dropping.

'Wider! Stick your tongue out! Tell me that you are a fuck doll... No, don't close your mouth, mumble it like that...' I felt the burning sting of her whip on my tits and couldn't help screaming. Barbara laughed heartily. 

'Why did you keep your panties on? Ask your Mistress to strip you from them'.

I recall every sinister detail of my humiliation. Barbara made me bark and meow, crawl around on all fours, then she hogtied me tightly making the thick stinging rope cut deep into my soft flesh.

'It's time to punish you, whore! You thought you would get away with it? You thought you would continue fucking every dick like you want to? Huh?' roared Barbara, putting a peg on my nipple.

I started screaming, fighting to break free but the bondage was too tight, so I only fell down on the floor.

'Take it off! AAH! It hurts! Barbara, it hurts me! Stop it!'

'Shut up!' I felt the whip land on me again, even harder than before. 'Shut the hell up or I will pierce you with my needles. Do you want my needles? Want them?'

She kept on lashing me and I could only wave my head, terrified by her threats. 

'Like this, bitch!' She put the second peg on my other nipple and my moans turned into a steady whine.

'Like it, slut? It's the payback time! You thought you would enjoy it? Now I will show you what you deserve...'

Barbara rammed a huge gag with lots of little holes intended for breathing into my mouth and fastened it on the back of my head. I could have spitted it out but there were those straps holding it in place. She pulled on the ropes checking out if the bondage was tight enough. Then she attached the ropes to a huge hook behind my back and pulled me up, making me hang above the floor as if I were as light as a feather. Or, more likely, a piece of raw meat. She pulled me up even higher suspending me and stuffed the rope into a clasp on the wall. I was dangling above the floor head down and she kicked me, making me spin round and round. Then she left me for a second, stepping away to some nook of the basement I couldn't see and came back.

'What do we have here? Another nasty hole? Oh you slut! Tell me, did they fuck you in the ass? Did they fuck you in the ass?! Answer me!'

'Uh-huh,' I groaned. I felt more and more blood rushing towards my head, making me feel dizzy. Then cold slick lube started pouring down onto my pussy and something hard pressed against my anus.

'I'm gonna punish you now, you whore!'

Barbara rammed something into my ass and started doing something strange. I couldn't turn around and see her but I felt the object in my ass start increasing in size. It was an inflatable anal plug!

'Aaaah,' I hissed when the plug started hurting me. My intestines were filled with a huge oval rubber bag with a little narrowing in the middle that was enveloped tightly by my sphincter.

'Like it? Just look at this bitch, she likes it!' She pumped it up a bit more and I started moaning pathetically. 'Looks at our little bitch, she's getting wet!'

Barbara pushed her fingers into my treacherously wet pussy that was already oozing natural lube like crazy.

'So you are an anal slut. In your cunt, in your ass, in your mouth -- you like it all, don't you?!' Barbara went whipping my ass and I felt hot waves rushing through my whole body, originating from the pulsating toy in my anus. Barbara pushed her hand into my pussy and touched the plug through the thin wall between my vagina and my ass.

'Enjoying it, bitch?' She grabbed the end of the plug that was sticking out of my ass and went rocking it harder and harder. Her other hand was still inside my pussy, pushing it back wall against the large intestine.

'Like it, huh? Just look at how wet you are! Good whore!'

I can recall the first time she called me by the name... The plug was moving like a piston inside me and then... All of a sudden, Barbara tore it out in one quick and powerful move of her hand. My anus squelched and I went screaming through the gag as loudly as I could.

'Like it? You like it, Nicole?'

My gaping anus closed again and I understood that I could feel every little bit of it. Barbara fucked me so hard that I could feel my sphincter perfectly fine. I could feel my little wrinkled hole close, could feel the muscles in my backdoor pulsating, could feel it just as intensely as I had felt it while getting the extreme anal treatment with the inflatable toy. Having pushed the foreign body out, the tissues started filling with blood. My asshole was swelling and so was I, ready to burst from unbearable excitement! 

'Feeling good, slut?'

Hell yeah, I did feel good! I nodded happily. It all felt so weird. The humiliation made me get over my pride, leaving my fears together with everything that used to threaten my pride behind. I was totally broken down. I allowed my Mistress to dominate me the way she pleased, delivering me tons of exquisite pleasure. 

The stingy rope was cutting deeper and deeper into my skin. I really liked the way it felt, scratching me, making the sexual pleasure even more intense. I had my tits bound and perked up with pegs hurting my sensitive nipples... Every corner of my body was so irritated that my pussy kept on getting wetter and wetter. A BDSM experience was a perfect dessert coming after the main course made of hard fucking but... Well, plain fucking was all about stretching my holes and the guys rarely took the time to fondle me -- just a little stroking every here and there every now and then. This time it was totally different. There was a rough rope twirling around my whole body, squeezing my muscles and I could feel Barbara's jerks when she was pulling on the plug in my ass with every inch of my skin.

Having ripped the plug out, she took the time to marvel at my twitching anus.

'Your main hole needs some fucking too, doesn't it?'

She rubbed the plug against my pussy but then threw it away. I moaned pleadingly, my legs trembling. Barbara pulled me up on the rope and overturned me so that my head was up again. I remember finally seeing her in all her glory. She was wearing a fetish outfit made of several thin straps that were holding her breasts. There was a slit on her crotch too. Her muscled body looked plain awesome in that BDSM dress.

That was surely better than Catherine's fragile frame hidden behind jiggling fat! I couldn't stop gawking at Barbara's wiry muscles, the sweat glittering on her skin, her whole body that seemed to be made for rough domination. She squeezed my breasts together. The ropes and the pegs had made my nipples get hard as stone, so it didn't hurt at all. It was as if I moved up to a whole new level of sensitivity. My whole body was hurting from unsatisfied excitement... Wasn't she going to let me cum? What an exquisite torture!

'Mmm,' I groaned, looking at Barbara with my hazed eyes. She was laughing, looking at my body writhing in desperate need of a good fuck, and whipping me lightly, making me get more and more excited.

'You dirty slut, you can't think about anything but fucking!'

I tried moving my hips, rubbing my legs together, stimulating my pussy at least somehow but the ropes were holding me way too tight for me to do it, so I only went wriggling in my bondage. My pussy was all swollen and so wet that it kept dripping lube down on the floor. Barbara ripped the gag out of my mouth.

'Fuck me now, please!' shrieked I, unable to recognize my own voice.

'Shut up!' guffawed Barbara.

She lashed me again but this time it actually felt good. She went on whipping me, turning me on more and more, driving me crazy.

'Stick it in my hole, stick it right in!'

Barbara threw the whip away, attached a strap-on to her crotch, grabbed me by the hair and impaled my head on that dildo. Yeah, that was exactly what I longed for! A hard throat fuck! The thing wasn't as soft as a man's bell end -- it was made of hard plastic. Jeez, I almost came with my throat cause it felt so fucking good! Damn, was it true? Was it that each of my holes felt just the same?

I can recall how she moved the strap-on down, how she penetrated my pussy, how she started moving and how I started cumming like insane right away... The strap-on was attached right to Barbara's pubis so that it was stimulating her clit. But my clit was left unattended.

'Barbara, I'm cumming, I'm cumming! My clit, Barbara, rub my clit!' My voice was changing from deep and throaty to something that resembled beastly shrieks. I was begging my Mistress but she went fucking me the way she wanted, purring like a full lion. 

'Oh yeah,' moaned Barbara, enjoying my whole body. Her hands were grabbing on the folds of my skin right between the ropes. She was swaying her hips when pushing the dildo into me. Yeah, her strap-on was rubbing against her clit and making her feel so good. 

I almost came -- everything I needed to get it off was some clit rubbing!

'My clit, Barbara, damn it, I can't stand it, my clit, you have to make me cum!'

'You little slut...' She whispered, her voice sounding in an almost protective manner. 'You little slut, so used to rubbing your clit that you can't even cum without doing it. It's time for the main punishment, my little hoochie!'

Suddenly she stepped back leaving me to hang there on my own, jerking in orgasmic convulsions and giggling stupidly. Barbara came back with another weird device. Was it another inflatable plug? I couldn't understand it. Then I felt a little sucker squeeze tight against my pubis. Was it a clit pump? Barbara pushed it hard against my skin making it suck on to my crotch and started pumping. 

My clit jerked slightly. I opened my mouth but couldn't make a sound. It was stimulating my clit so hard!

Even before when Rolf had been sucking my clit, it had never felt so intense. Barbara was stimulating my whole pubis with the help of her pump -- in all the most sensitive spots at once! She pumped it up a bit again, not being in a hurry, allowing me to enjoy the new step on the way to the peak of pleasure. Every time she squeezed the bulb I went moaning and shaking, my orgasm was growing more and more intense and there were more and more muscles getting sucked into the uncontrollable convulsive dance of climax. I could no longer control my voice and my breath. Barbara was totally driving me insane! Another couple of pumps and... I reached my pain threshold. Barbara took the hose with the bulb away, leaving the sucker to hang on my swollen pubis.

I was suspended from the hook and even a tiniest touch was enough to send stinging shivers through the whole of my body. Barbara approached me with her strap-on again -- this time she rammed it into my ass though. An even more intense climax made my sphincter twitch. Barbara kept on penetrating my ass and my pussy in turns and pulling it out, making my pleasure grow totally unbearable. I was dripping buckets of lube and drool, animal sounds were slipping from my parched lips. Then Barbara grabbed me by the ass and pushed herself tight against me. Her dildo was reaching all the way down to my uterus.

'Oh yeah!' Finally Barbara came. She moved away from me and untied the rope. I fell down on the floor, the sucker on my clit smashing against the stone and giving me another long and unbearably pleasant spasm. I had never felt that good before. I could no longer feel any pain. And that was when Barbara went releasing me from my bondage...

First she took the pegs off my nipples. Then she opened the valve on the vacuum sucker and... My clit sucked itself back into the folds of pink flesh too, making me feel incredibly good again. I was trembling, sticking my tongue out, gasping for air. Barbara loosened the ropes and let her palm slide along my face, still wearing a wince of never-ending orgasm.

'Nicole, are you here?' Barbara laughed.

I remember her taking the ropes off me and the strange feeling of freedom that totally overwhelmed me when she did... I was regaining consciousness, my pride, my emotions, my fears were entering me again but... This time it was a whole new me letting them in.

'How do you feel, baby?' asked Barbara in a kind, caring tone when I was freed from all the ropes. The cute Barbara was back again -- that big chatterbox of a lady. The big chatterbox that had just been dominating me and fucking me raw... That dualism of hers. That kind face with a brutal Mistress hiding behind it. The Mistress with steel muscles, always ready to break you in, fuck you like crazy... That sickly sweet thought was racing through my mind, unable to find the way out. That sickly sweet thought... Now that I was initiated in the dark pleasures of BDSM, there was no more place left for those fluffy pink epithets and shit.

I was still trembling but my orgasm was already growing less and less intense. My pride, my everyday consciousness -- they were the ropes that were holding the wild mustang of my sexuality like a lasso. They were like bondage holding the animal inside me, like the stinging rope wrapped around it. My conformist self, my daily mind turned into soft latex toys, just some little containers for my enormous, unbearable lust. And it felt so good to be squeezed into those containers. The simplest feelings and emotions were like burning hot wax dripping on my body. My relationship with Rolf was my most pleasant bondage... Finally I come around. Now I remember everything that happened to me. Gosh, I'm so glad to be working for Jack!

BDSM - A Cuckold Story



This is the third in a series of stories I am writing about my experiences with, and about, my wife. 




Over the past few months, Suzie's sex drive was in full throttle. Between fucking her lover all over town, us starting to watch porn together, looking at different websites, and sharing some desires I thought we never would, my eyes were starting to really open up to the fact that maybe I wasn't so weird. One suggestion of Suzie's was using toys while having sex. 

I was thinking, who is this woman? 

Part 5

It was date night for Suzie and me. The babysitter was hired and we had specific plans for the evening – dinner, toy shopping, bar hopping, then home by 11:00 for some kinky sex.

Shopping for sex toys was a new experience for me and Suzie (I thought). During our first sixteen years of marriage we had never even talked about using marital aids. But after dinner, here we were walking through a porn shop looking at dildos, vibrators, and anal plugs. Suzie had been talking about buying sex toys for the past few weeks and I finally gave in to visit a local porn shop with her. I was uneasy and a bit embarrassed at first, thinking, what if I see someone I know. I noticed Suzie was intensely looking and asking my opinion on just about everything that caught her eye. She seemed right at home and unbeknownst to me had a very specific shopping list that she and Tom had made. She had her list, Tom had his.

We left the store with over $200 in toys but we still had a couple hours to burn so we stopped by Ruby Tuesdays bar to have a night cap.

The place was half filled and we found a spot at the bar and ordered a couple drinks. As we sat down I notice several of the patrons staring at Suzie, and why not, she is a very pretty woman. Standing only 5' 2" and only 118 lbs., almost all guys took notice and she loved the attention. Being a true redhead, her fiery hair flowed past her shoulders. It turned me on knowing these guys wanted her – and she loved it too. A year from then we would interviewing single guys for a chance to fuck my wife at this very bar.

"What can I get you two?" Asked Gary, the bar tender.

"I'll have the Pale Ale and she will have a Long Island Ice Tea."

"You got it." And he hurried off.

Suzie looked at me and said "you know that drink makes me crazy horny."

"I know.", smiling back at her.

Gary was back in a flash and we started sipping our drinks. The conversation turned right to sex.

Putting her hand on my knee she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "You know, those toys aren't just for me." 

Looking back on that statement now made me realize how devious she was. I pretended to be shocked even though I did have fantasies of her using a dildo on me. "Not sure I am up for that!" I whispered back -- hoping not to stop the flow of conversation. 

"We'll see my dear." she said, with a dominating tone, smiling and winking at me.

I remember sitting there sipping my ale and wondering where this recent drastic change in my wife's libido came from and her sudden openness to kinky sex. Don't get me wrong, I knew how perverted I was but was unknowingly scratching the service of my wife's sexual wants and desires.

We hurried home to find all the kids asleep and Emily, the babysitter, watching TV. Our house was set up where the master bedroom was on the main floor next to the family room and the rest of the bedrooms were upstairs. This gave us maximum privacy from our nosey kids. Suzie disappeared to our bedroom with her shopping bag of toys while I settled up with Emily.

"Goodnight Emily, thanks again."

"No problem Mr. "S". Have a great night"

I humored -- if she only knew!! I closed and locked the door behind her and hurried to the bedroom feeling my cock grow with each step. Suzie had already unpacked the two anal plugs, dildo, and the "rabbit" vibrator and was admiring them laid out on the bed. She looked up at me as if she had her prey in sight and said, "Strip". We both were in a race to get naked and if there was a winner that night, it was Suzie at every level.

By the time I peeled my socks off, she stated, "I think we will use these two first, standing naked and holding up the two anal plugs. I was scared and rock hard at the same time.

"Lay down on the bed honey, I'm in the mood for some sixty-nine." 

I laid down and she held the rather large plug with one hand and poured some baby oil on the tip with the other before handing it to me. "This is for me" she said and straddled my chest. Her ass was directly in front of my face and started stroking and massaging my rock hard cock with her mouth and hand. I took the plug and moved it to her ass and started to push it in slowly -- only about an inch at first but with every forward movement a little further -- Suzie's moans grew louder the further I pushed. I asked her for the lube and squeezed a few streams right at the entrance where the plug was inserted and started moving it in more and more until the thickest part slid in. Her lubed up sphincter devoured the remaining third, disappearing in her ass. Now all I could see was a rubbery flap covering her hole. Suzie was squirming with delight and then pushed back and planted her pussy right on my mouth. Her swollen lips were hot and wet and spread apart. I would alternate between lapping and fucking her with my tongue and sucking on her clit with my lips. Her warm pussy lips in my mouth, as I twirled my tongue around them, felt so hot. Then I felt her fingers preparing my ass. At first she fingered me with her lubed fingers then I felt her pushing the other plug on my virgin hole so I spread my legs as far as I could to give her better access. The pain and pleasure was intense. Suzie was not as gentle, and I thought I was going to cry when shoved the plug in my ass.

Once the plug was in place the sensation was intense. Suzie put her attention back to my cock and I to her pussy. She climaxed twice before me, squirming and clenching her ass cheeks together as she came while I pulled on the flap of the plug and sucked on her pussy. 

As I began to cum I could really feel the plug in my ass and almost instinctively, tensed up and stretched my legs straight. It is a different feeling cumming while having an anal plug inserted, but it felt fantastic as four or five streams of cum shot out. Suzie had become a cum-slut and let my cream shoot on her mouth and chin so she could scoop it up and rub it on her breasts. But this time she dismounted my chest and turned towards me and said, "Kiss my cummy face." She had never, ever, asked me to do that before and I was extremely hesitant.

Our lips connected and she pushed the cum from her mouth into mine with her tongue and we French kissed until I swallowed it down. The taste was different but strangely familiar at the same time. 

Still holding my face in her hands she broke away from our very wet kiss she asked, "Did you likey?" 

I reached up and pushed a missed glob of cum from her chin to her mouth and lips and said yes. She sucked on my fingers and rubbed the remaining cum on her tits and neck until it dried. 

Both of us still had the anal plugs inserted and we needed to pull them out and I can tell you it was not as easy as putting them in. As a matter of fact, it hurt like hell, and made me think twice before we did this again! But we did.

Little did I know at the time she had many plans for these toys that didn't necessarily include me. Suzie had the toys and her lover, Tom, had the restraints, blindfolds and cuffs.

One of the last times she was with Tom was a day I won't forget.

Part 6

On a busy road in a sleazy part of Toledo were a string of cheap motels. Rooms rented by the hour instead of by the day. Over the past 7 or so months they had tried out just about every one. The Super 8 was one of their favorites -- having free porn going constantly. On this occasion Suzie arrived first and got the room ready for their meeting. She called him from the room to let him know the room number and waited. 

Suzie pushed open the heavy drape covering the window just enough for her to look out and waited for Tom to pull in. Once she saw him pull into the lot and get out of his car, she closed the drape, cracked open the door and waited. 

When Tom pushed open the cracked door, Suzie was standing by the end of the bed in a black leather teddy, garter, black fish net stocking and her leather knee high boots holding hand cuffs and a blindfold. On the bedside table was our 8" dildo, one of our anal plugs, along with a studded collar, leash and nipple clamps.

"Undress my sex slave, I don't have much time" she ordered.

Smiling with approval he said, "Yes Mistress."

He did as she ordered and stripped. Tom was into BDSM and over the past few months they were exploring this more and more.

"On your knees and crawl to me." she ordered.

Crawling naked and hard with excitement to her feet, she reached for a collar and placed it around his neck and attached a chain. She said she was dripping with excitement. She started wrapping the leash around her hand pulling him closer to her as she lifted one foot up on the bed. With her completed exposed to Tom kneeling in front of her she told him to kiss her naked pussy. Tom eagerly did as he was told and for a few minutes lapped at her nectar until she came on his face.

Next, she led him to the side of the bed like a dog and told him to get up and lay on his back. She tied the leash to the bed post, blindfolded him, followed by cuffing his hands to each side of the headboard. She left his legs free. This was all about trust and if she left him there like that he would have been in deep trouble. He was blindfolded and restrained to a bed in a seeding motel in a bad area of town.

Once restrained she started tickling him in all over with her long nails. Down his neck, over his arm pits and down the sides of his ribs making her way all the way to his feet. She took a feather and tickled the bottoms of his feet and he pulled away.

"Tom, if you pull your feet away I will leave you here and not come back"

"You wouldn't!" he said in a faux, worried tone.

"Oh yes I would, now straighten your leg and be a man!"

Tom pushed his foot back down and Suzie continued her torturous foot tickling while she watched him squirm for just a minute or so longer. Taking the feather, she made her way back up his legs, past his hard seeping cock, purposely avoiding it until she was ready. When she reached his nipples she circled them with her nails and feather, nibbling them as she reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the nipple clamps. There was a chain that went between the two clamps so she could tug on them as needed. She clamped down on his hard nipples and straddled his torso as Tom begged her to touch his cock.

"Not yet Tom, now be quite and suck my nipples!" She leaned over placing one, then the other, to his lips. He sucked them one after another making Suzie wild with lust and power. She then crawled up until her pussy was just over his mouth. "Make me cum again and then I will take care of you". With that, she covered his mouth with her wet pussy leaving just enough room for him to breathe through his nose. Tom knew where and how to service my wife's pussy almost better than me and had her screaming in climax within minutes. She slid off his wet face and she licked her juices from his mouth and chin and they kissed while she grabbed is cock.

"Before I impale myself on your cock and let you relieve yourself Tom, I am going to fuck your ass with the dildo then shove the anal plug deep in your ass, OK?"

Of course it was OK, this is what they were building up to and Tom was "all in".

Suzie nestled her sexy little body between his spread legs, lubed up the 8" rubber cock and rested it at the opening of Tom's ass.

"Say it Tom, say, fuck me with your cock!" Suzie smiled looking up at Tom, handcuffed and blindfolded.

"Yes, pleeeeeease fuck me with your big cock Suzie"

With that she pushed it in almost half way in as Tom whimpered for her to slow down. His cock softened a little bit and Suzie would have none of that. She pulled out so only an inch was in and slowly pushed it back and forth until she saw his cock spring back to its full erection. 

Working the dildo was powerful to Suzie. She enjoyed seeing it going in and out of his ass and with each thrust the fake cock went further in until only a half inch could be seen. With a thumb holding it in, she reached with her other and squeezed his cock and balls and licked the head of his cock. She could tell from the amount of pre-cum that he was close to cumming and had to finish things up. She slid the dildo from his ass and pushed the anal plug in with one quick motion. She said she enjoyed inflicting a little pain during their playtime. At its thickest girth, the plug was much wider than the fake cock and Tom winced as she pushed it in. She then positioned herself above his cock and in one swift moved, stabbed her wanting pussy with his 7" shaft. Finally having him buried deep in the folds of my loving wife, Suzie climaxed within minutes. Tom was thrusting up and down like a man convulsing ready to explode when Suzie reached behind her and squeezed his balls with one hand and pulled on the nipple clamps chain with the other. 

"You can cum now" She declared.

"Oh fuck" Tom hollered as he emptied into my wife. Suzie could feel the utter wetness squirt in, and loved having her pussy filled with cum. As they came down from their orgasms she just sat there for a minute feeling his cock slowly deflate in her creampied pussy as she played with the nipple clamps. She reached up and removed the blindfold and said, "That was nice, but now I have to get going." She dismounted him, reached between his legs, and pulled the plug from his ass. Tom was now laying naked on the bed and still handcuffed asking, "a little help here." Smiley, she undid the cuffs and leash from the headboard and started to dress.

Tom rubbed his wrists and took off the collar. "You going to clean up?" Tom asked musing.

"You know I like walking around with your cum oozing from me. I have to go, my husband is probably waiting for me and I don't want him to get suspicious." She collected and cleaned the toys and before Tom even got to the shower was out the door heading for home.

I was off that day, and had discovered that our toy collection was missing......to be continued.



BDSM Beach Vacation



It was a hot sunny afternoon while I waited on the back deck for Molly to arrive. I had already packed the car with my tent, several comforters and blankets, the cooler, a gym bag full of clothes and toiletries and things. Today I was going to take her on our first vacation together. We would be heading down to the outer banks of North Carolina, a place I have loved and enjoyed many a past time and had become a growing symbol of escape and freedom in my mind. 

Molly was ecstatic to have me take her some place exciting and where I could show her off. For weeks she went about finding and purchasing new bathing suits like a bee collecting pollen and just as happy. I had been waiting patiently for her to arrive while I sat back with my feet up on the back deck. I was soaking in some sunshine that cast down through the branches of a nearby cottonwood tree and leisurely taking a drag from my cigarette when she arrived a few minutes late. She was for all intensive purposes what you might call a good slut. This particular female was deviant of mind, possessing a carnal need to please and receive attention of lighter and darker sides, but while young and still growing in maturity she was no brat and simply hated to let me down. 

To fail at any instruction, need, or desire I might impart upon her would most often bring about its own self induced punishment of the mind. She never intentionally did wrong to elicit punishment from me, but she had long since come to accept that such punishments from me were the only thing that could quench those cold fires that silently burn at us all from time to time. Any punishment she received from me was her failure acknowledged, accepted, and forgiven. It is always better to feel the heat of the lash than to grow numb in the frozen isolation of a tortured soul (her words) 

So it was that upon this late arrival I wasn't surprised by the whirlwind of emotional deluge that erupted from her mouth."Fuck, fuck , fuck.. I'm sorry Sir, this retarded truck I got stuck behind and... and I couldn't get past and then people at the gas station..." so this went on all the way up the steps.  

When she arrived at the top still jabbering I stopped her mouth with mine and grabbed her tight little ass and pulled her body flat against my own. Molly was young, probably 19 at the time and tiny. Standing about 5'5" she had long dark brown hair with red highlights and was essentially a stick, thin arms and legs, no waist and just enough tits and ass to cup with a hand. She quickly melted into me and began raising one leg up the side of mine, her small denim skirt sliding up her hip, in her ceremonial "I'm here fuck me" gesture." 

While typically I would take any opportunity to deal out a bit of discipline where punctuality was in question, I wanted to get on the highway more than anything. My hands traced up from her tiny little ass, up under her shirt, fingernails slowly grazing the sides of her ribs causing her thin tank top to follow me up for the ride until finally her small supple breasts were exposed to the sunlight. My fingers continued to trace over her porcelain like features finding their way unto those sumptuous mounds of flesh. As my fingertips met her nipples my nails dug in quick and sharp like the talons of some blind animal that has at last felt his prey. Her lips left mine as she gasped for air. Her back arched away increasing the tension and pressure on her nipples while all the while her pelvis strained to angle and arch itself in a desperate attempt to press her soft aching mound against my thigh. She let out the smallest whisper of a moan in happy acceptance of this small yet well deserved gesture of discipline that would provide her some small atonement for her tardiness. 

A beautiful sight to behold but we needed to get on the road and so with my fingers still affixed to her nipples I pulled her torso back to mind and softly I began, 

"I know you're upset you're late. I'm not mad but we really have to get going..." and then to emphasize the importance as she looked up at me with doe eyes "...NOW." 

She popped in to pee real quick and as I watched her I let her drown out the last of her angst from the drive telling me about stupid people that can't count change at the gas station checkout counter. It always gave me a slight grin to watch or even listen to her pee. I had taught her months ago to stop and hold her stream every five seconds and practice gripping those muscles. It sounds like an automatic sink on the fritz. 

Shortly after I locked up and down to the car we went tossing her bag in the trunk and then on our way we went. I had a brand new mix cd out together for the trip and molly listened intently never wanting to interrupt my plans just quietly bobbing along to the music. For the most part the beginning of the trip through Virginia was uneventful. The only things that one could say gave a rise was that she, as instructed, had worn just the denim skirt and a white tank top and sandals. 

While driving I would pull her left leg a bit, a simple signal to open wide which she would do bringing her skirt back to her hips and exposing her smooth clean shaven cunt. No doubt any trucker looking down from his high cab got quite an eye full. We stopped off for gas and snacks somewhere near Va Beach and she followed me like the dutiful pet into the cold beer and soda cave where I perused their selection of beverages as her nipples grew and hardened. It can be hard to ignore the presence of nipples the color of Bordeaux through white jersey cotton, but when they turn into tiny half inch daggers driven by stimulation to pierce through their flimsy captivity they become certain and ineluctable eye candy. More than one gaze shifted to her chest as we checked out from the store. As I pumped the gas she would wash the windows, clean or not just to stretch out in front of me. With a quick smack or pinch of the ass I would have her back in her seat and on down the road we went. 

Shortly after crossing over the NC state line dusk turned darker and as the more traffic stressing part of the trip was over I relaxed and got a little more playful. At one point after opening her legs and petting her pussy I locked my fingers inside her as I tugged and rocked my hand back and forth like a cradle. This being her first true sexual attention on the trip her moans could easily be heard over the wind wiping through the open windows as we travelled down highway 158. Perhaps even passing cars who happened to be enjoying the night air caught the occasional audible sounds of my little pet in heat. Her feral moans and the increase of her silky cream lathering more and more of my hand was getting the better of my calm side. Soon with just the tugging from my interlocked fingers I had pulled her tiny body closer and closer to mine until she was practically sitting on the center console. 

Happy moans and nimble fingers began to drift over to my body and she leaned herself over, head in my lap, hands busy trying to undo my belt. "Hold the fuck 

on slut, not yet I seriously have to piss." She slumped back over to her seat in a pout but in a few minutes I ran up on a familiar small rest stop and pulled in. This rest stop was pretty small and only housed bathrooms and a few vending machines. Remarkably no one else was parked there so when we went in to go pee I told her to just come in with me...she liked to hold my cock for me when I had to pee, don't ask me why, she just did and I was happy to have the company. 

So we hopping in a stall just in case someone came in and she happily held my cock as I began to pee. I really had to go and it went on for what seemed like minutes. God it felt so...so good to let go of all of that weighing me down. With Molly holding my cock I could stretch, tilt my head back and just sigh. I finished up and she shook me off. Then she shook some more, then tugged and as I got the idea of what she was doing and looked down my eyes locked with hers just as her mouth started to engulf my cock. I say engulf, she had a tiny mouth and while she worked hard the most she could fit in was about five inches, stretching her lips, tickling her tonsils, and still leaving a couple of inches behind. What she lacked in this area of her structural anatomy she made up for with earnest vigor and endurance. 

I turned and sat on what I have to remark was a oddly clean toilet seat for those types of places. She bent down and began to lavish my cock with such worship as it was accustomed to but had been without for the past few weeks we had been apart. We should have just fucked before we left and gotten that first of many out of the way, but I liked to tease her from time to time. However, know it was apparent our bodies were in desperate need of sexual release. I came to this realization as I looked down to catch a watery glance from her eyes as I bopped her head up and down forcefully. My fingers in her hair hand turned into a fist and the drool escaping her taught and pulled lips had began to escape in such proportions it was beginning to drip off my balls. 

With one final push ,one final reminder of how much my cock loved to dominant her mouth, I held her hard as the head of my swollen penis lightly jerked and flexed against her uvula. As her eyes began to roll back I pulled her up and off of my cock. I let out a bit of a sigh as she in turn let out a quick series of gasps. She was in mid swoon, attempting to stand as I grabbed hold of her side with one hand and her hip with the other, quickly pulling her toward me till she had a leg on either side of me. Her skirt wasn't much to push up and as she leaned forward her tiny sex glistened before my eyes. Wrapping my left arm around her waist I pressed her body against mine and then with my right hand grabbing and pulling her left ass cheek down guiding her down quickly but smoothly onto my pole. 

Molly's eyes quickly regained that sparkle of cognitive awareness of her surroundings as I brought her down all the way upon my swollen member so that she was sitting with the thin cushion of her tiny thighs and ass on my legs. Just that feeling alone was shear relief to our senses, and as brought my teeth to her neck I began to rock her pelvis over my lap, grinding her hood and clit into me. She brought her feet up to press against the wall behind me to help steady the force, and in less than a minute from that very action we heard the loud sssqqquuuuueeeekkkkk of the door opening. 

We froze in place, nothing moving but our chests as we breathed and the occasional flex of my cock deep within her soft inner walls. We listened intently to the footsteps of the man entering the bathroom, the sound of the door closing, and the sound of him stopping at the urinal of his choice. The urinals were right across from the stalls and I could see the back of him through the slits in the stall. He stood there for a moment as I listened to her breathe so close to my ear. First the belt, then the zipper...the sounds seemed to echo. I studied what I could of him for a moment...green t-shirt, cut of jean shorts, the sort of skin tan that comes as often with fisherman as does the bait. Perhaps more on the middle age to older from the salt and pepper hair he was sporting and it seemed like his prostate was playing the waiting game with him. 

Molly began to rock a bit, began nibbling on my earlobe, and in all honesty I was done waiting myself. She whispered in my ear May I please? I looked her sternly in the eye, Yes but no sound. With another few rocks she let go, gently shaking in my grasp as her head tilted back to the ceiling. 

As the man started his long piss, we began to grind more and more and I kept thinking about how much I was going to destroy her insides once he had left. It took awhile but finally he shook it all out, washed his hands, and that cherished sound of the door rang out loud. Upon hearing the door I didn't wait, I immediately plunged my mouth over hers, grabbed tight around her waist and hoisted her up slamming her against the stall door. I pushed into her over and over with such force that while she tried to keep quiet I knew she couldn't last. With her arms wrapped tightly over my neck now I could quickly set one of my hands free to do something other than hold her up. As she began to squeak, my hand found its way to her throat just before she got to all out cries of passion and I was able to subdue her sounds with my grip for another ten or twelve strokes before I set her down to gasp for air as I spun her now sweating body around. 

She quickly maneuvered her hands down to grab onto the toilet seat as I leaned her over. She instinctively raised her heels bringing herself closer in line with my height and arched her back exposing her wet pussy toward me. I gave her a few hard spanks on the ass, testing her grip and balance, and she held firm as the white canvas of her backside began to illuminate with color. 

I slipped my right hand down her ass and over her tiny but swollen lips. My thumb found her hood and I slide the small portion that would fit inside and pressed firmly against her swollen happy clit. "Gasp...oh Sir, oh Sir" I held my thumb against here while rolling it in tight circles. "Oh please...please may I cum?" "Don't get greedy slut, you can cum again when I do and not before," I said as I slipped my thumb from her clit backwards to sink deep between her lips into the depths of her feverishly hot vagina. "Mmmmm, yes Sir. Fuck me like you need to...fill your little slut, I really need your cum..." 

I was so ridiculously swollen and hard at this point I could feel balls pulled tighter against my shaft as my cock strained and stretched in its desperate attempt to swell and grow even more. I could feel her inner walls flexing on my thumb massaging it with heartbeat like rhythm and as I slowly pulled it out I could feel her muscles vain efforts to hold it in place. 

I quickly slide my thumb up the inch distance to her puckering little pink asshole. Her juices were easily enough lubricant to quickly slide my thumb in past the first knuckle and then her own suction tugged it the rest of the way in as the rest of my hand fit neatly on her right buttock. She let out an audible Ohhhhh and now gripping into her flesh I pushed with my wrist to angle her pelvis just a bit more while shifting mine forward the bulbous head of my cock found her familiar wet opening. 

"Flex and hold it bitch," I commanded and felt the amazing pop of a tight pussy when the head first breaks past the opening. At first I just pulled her body back and forth on my cock with the grip from my right hand but soon I needed more and held her firm with that grip as I began to push into her with force. I wanted it, every feeling, my balls smacking hard against her mound, her tight muscles contracting wet silky walls around my shaft, and the firm yet spongy back wall that the head of my cock was working at like a battered ram. Then it happened and she knew it was coming and prepared for her own glorious orgasm in unison. My fingers dug deep into the flesh of her ass and as my cock commenced its initial flexing she lost herself in the depths of sexual oblivion. Her back spasmed to a sharper arch and the only signs of life were the low guttural sound escaping her chest and the deep contractions of her cunt as they rippled across my penis. As it continued to flex back in response, I unloaded stream after stream of hot semen deep within her. 

As I allowed the last spasms of orgasm to settle out, I could hear her breathing change and her back relax as she turned her head back at me in an almost sleepy smile. I popped my thumb from her asshole and as I stood back slipping out of her, she turned to kneel cupping one hand under her cunt and the other she brought up to my still swollen cock. She gripped at the base with her little hand and slid me into her mouth once more. She liked to personally clean my cock off after sex when possible and as she licked it over slowly allowing it to slip back out from her lips, she ran her light grip slowly up my cock. Imagine getting the last bit of toothpaste from an empty container and there you have it. With a final flick of her tongue at my hole she let go her grip and looked up with her typically starry eyed grin. 

I walked out to the mirrors and sinks to wash up just a bit more and I could see in the reflection her behind me bringing her hand up from between her legs to her mouth as she began to take long laps at her palm with her tongue. Molly truly loved cum and felt that mine especially should never go wasted if possible. This was a sentiment that not only pleased me greatly but I felt her reasons behind it were even more telling. To her my orgasm, brought about in any way by her, was the physical manifestation of my joy and happiness, of life itself and as such she was deeply proud to be a part of it and honoring it, cherishing it as much as possible. Then she washed up a short bit too and we both popped out the door and around the side of the building back towards the car. 

The man from the bathroom was still there staring deeply into a vending machine. We half studder stepped as we walked towards him, wondering if he knew, wondering if that's why he stuck around. If he knew anything he gave no notion by his actions as he didn't even look as we passed him by. Knowing nothing he would find could compare to the tasty treat I had just enjoyed, we left him there staring into that vending machine as we sped off into the night to continue our journey down the highway relieved and smiling.



BDSM Beach Vacation Pt. 02



Molly and I continued our drive down highway 158 refreshed and happy. I cranked up the tunes as I lit a smoke rolling along towards the great east coast. Molly was busy bopping along to the music, occasionally pausing to rub my neck and shoulders or give me a quick peck on the cheek. We soon we motoring over the Currituck sound on the bridge that separated us from the mainland. She was gleeful at the sight and the knowledge that we had finally arrived at the outer banks. 

I took a deep breath of the salty air that permeated our surroundings and exhaled so much unneeded stress. As we continued down the main highway from Kitty Hawk through Nags Head she starred wide eyed at the colorful lights of the evening that peppered this main drag. Bars, surf shops, and mini golf with elaborate pirate ships and glowing waterfalls cast a rainbow of colors back and forth across the highway. 

It was getting later and since I knew we wouldn't arrive at our final destination in time to buy any alcohol it was time to make a pit stop for a few food items and beer. We grabbed a small cart and happily stretched our legs up and down the various isles of food and drink Food Lion had to offer. I had almost forgotten Molly's attire when more and more eyes kept staring behind me to where she walked with our cart. It certainly is an amusing commentary on our society that a woman's nipples can elicit so much attention. 

After a trip or two up and down the freezer section and ending off in front of the cold beer shelves, her tiny nubs were at full salute and I couldn't help giving one or the other a hearty tug through her shirt to hear her squeak. 

We headed out with our new found goodies and began what would be the last leg of our trip. Shortly after passing through nags head we split off onto the old two lane highway that takes you the rest of the way down to Hatteras. This part of the trip is typically quiet, dark, and desolate at night with only one or two very small towns to stop at on the way. Essentially this part of the highway 12 sits on various small islands of sand that in some places are no bigger than a mile across. Most of what you see is just sand dunes built up on either side of the road and at this time of night there would be relatively few travelers. 

This was the part of the drive where I could truly relax. I stripped quickly out of my clothes, but kept a pair of shorts at the ready if I got stopped by the police. Molly was already nude and situating a doubled over towel on the center console for a tad more comfort and curled up on her side with her head against my firm and hairy lower abdomen at the crease where my long taught thighs met my hips. Her long dark hair was like a silky soft blanket over my cock and thighs and covering most of her face making her practically invisible from a quick glance down. I popped open a beer, lit a cig, and looked out over the steering wheel to the star covered sky with a sense of true contentment. 

I gently glided my hand up from the valley of her waist over top of her hip and down again. Her skin was so soft and she purred as my hand ran back and forth in this manner. After a bit I brought my hand up her side till my fingers reached her head and glided through thick locks of hair. I ran my fingers through over and over and let my nails trace over her scalp with each stroke. Tiny moans of pleasure and purring sounds of contentment escaped her with each breath and the sweet innocence of it began to permeate my senses like a pheromone. I was growing and as my cock gorged steadily I could feel the tender skin of her cheek and the flutter of her eyelashes as it slid up along the contours of her small thin face. She kissed it ever so softly where it met her lips mid shaft and as I finished the last of my beer I chuckled lightly to myself. "Ahh, how I love these little calms before the storm..." I faintly let these words uttered by so many escape my lips and finished my beer. 

I began to pull more and more of her hair back from her face until I had collected the full stock into a tight grip at the base of her skull. With that grip I easily slid her head back firmly against my navel and up until I could tickle her ears with the small dark patch of hair down my sternum. In the process my now fully erect cock slid back down over her cheeks and lips and slapped firmly against my midsection. 

Then with a steady firm hand, I pressed her face hard against my shaft and push that doll like face of hers from the tip of my penis to the balls. Slightly audible Mmmmmmm sounds floated up to me before being battered by the incoming wind as down and back again I worked her face like some silk rag used to polish a prized piece of artillery. No inch of her face escaped a forceful encounter from my cock sized to the entire length of her head from scalp to chin. I forced her more and more vigorously spreading the scent of my manhood over ears, eyes, nose...nothing left unmarked. The occasional flicks from her tongue and the random bit of precum that escaped me soon took their toll and that face of hers became a hot sticky mess. "Turn slut, hands to the back" I bellowed over the wind, and she flipped slightly onto her stomach adjusting so she laid straight across from her seat to mine with just her lower leg turned straight up against her door and her feet dangling out the window. 

Her arms now back with her hands laying on the small of her back my toy was in perfect position for the breathless oral usage that awaited her. I pressed her waiting open mouth upon the pulsing monstrous pound of flesh that had just tyrannized her every facial feature. 

"Let's try not to make a mess slut, it would be a shame if I had to spank you while driving," I said for a laugh. We both knew it could end no other way. 

As I began to bring her up and down my shaft, feeling the pleasantly inviting warm wet accommodations that was her mouth, my mind trailed off and went into a form of autopilot as one often does when they drive. Only it was the driving that held my attention while my hold on her head going pump after pump in a strong rhythm became merely an extension of myself. In this instance she lost all sense of self, simply property, put to good compulsory usage and serving a pure and honest purpose. Sometimes minutes passed before her increasingly loud gurgling sounds would draw my attention enough to pull her head off of me resulting in a series of quick salivating gasps. Her tiny mouth felt good but due to its size left the unconscious mind to naturally press harder and harder and instinctually attempt to bury deeper into this warm envelope of comfort. For miles this went on, she never tried to speak and was rarely given more than a few seconds opportunity to do so. I don't know when but I recall it striking me at some point that a blowjob was hardly the easiest way to get me off, especially while driving, and if I wanted to feed my lovely from deep down in my loins I was going to have to truly let go all restraint I had used thus far on her mouth. So with this in mind I spread my legs and set her mouth down at my balls for a bit of a break before I went for the final sprint. 

After a moment to collect her breath I felt her tongue giving a few firm flat brushes against my balls. She began raising one ball at a time with her tongue closer to her lips and with moderate suction would pop one or the other into her mouth. My slut massaged each with her tongue until pulling her lips back creating that last bit of suction before they would escape her hold. During her little rest my mind would periodically sense the steadily increasing sensation of swelling down below. 

I let myself get to the brink of arousal and quickly said," I know how badly you want my cum slut..." 

" oh I do, I do Sir!" 

"I'm close but it's going to take some effort. Hold on slut" 

Her attempted response was immediately muffled as I quickly drew her head back to the tip of my cock and forced her mouth's embrace upon it. I brutally forced her down onto my ever swelling member harder with each thrust. There was no longer any possible containment of her saliva which poured down from the corners of her mouth-it didn't matter. The choking sounds and gurgling from her mouth and nose grew louder-it didn't matter. Her hair matted up against her sweat and spit covered face and her legs twitched and convulsed horribly-it didn't matter. None of it mattered as I came closer to the ecstasy I so richly deserved and knew if I stopped short, if I didn't follow through, she would feel worse than me. 

Such is just a glimpse into our bond. She desired that I was truly honest in my passion and use of her. She had to be able to take whatever I needed and truly serve me to the full of her being. To hold back was in her mind a cheat to us both. A sad prison that too many relationships base themselves on. In trying to save someone from your darker instincts you imprison them with coddling and false representations, but through our exchange of control I could truly be and she could fully know me and learn the challenges of pleasing me and the triumph of those successes. 

I knew she was giving everything in the unbridled worship of my cock, I knew that fluid was escaping from her eyes, her nose, her mouth , I knew my cock was pounding the back of her throat, I knew she suffered greatly for my pleasure...and it felt good. I let out a loud roar like moan that continued as I felt the first pulses of orgasm through to the end. Each pump of her mouth down upon me now released a shot of precious hot fluid into her mouth filling a cheek cavity or coating her throat. As I came to the end and my moan died out, I released my grip from the base of her skull and uttered, "Oh fuck yeah! Use your hands and finish up slut." 

She didn't speak or attempt to remove her mouth but simply slid her lips back to the head and quickly brought her hands forward massaging my balls and jerked what might be left out of my shaft and into her mouth. With a few quick breaths she went about her normal routine of trying to clean me but it was a seriously sloppy mess. 

"Sir," her voice was rough and scratchy, "I'm sorry but I think I really made a mess. Guess I deserve that spanking huh? (giggle giggle) She sat up and began to towel me off and then handed it to me, "Probably gonna want to sit on this." She was right, the puddle on my seat wasn't going to go away for awhile. As I sat up to slide the towel under me I looked over at her and caught a glimpse of her seriously disheveled face. She looked downright filthy and I loved it. 

"Mind if I have a smoke, Sir?" 

"Go ahead slut, you certainly earned it. That was intense and amazing doll." 

She lit and smoke and as these words reached her ears her smile grew. "Really? I know I can't fit it all in and fuck we really made a mess! hahaha" 

"Well let's just say you've earned the right to finish that smoke before I put some color to that pale ass of yours." 

She muttered something hoarsely about how she really needed a tan and I spaced out a bit after such a release and stared off into the blackness. I hardly noticed when she finished her cigarette that she had climbed onto her seat turned her back to me with her hands on the door frame and her head and anything else she could fit outside the window. I could only imagine that cool wind felt wonderful on her face and pull that hot sweaty hair off into the breeze. 

One of the few cars on the road that night passed us and for a brief moment illuminated the soft subtle features of her ass and thighs to me. Being as thin as she was there was always a gap present between her thighs so it was only the angle of her pelvis that determined just how much of her cunt was visible. I reached over and lightly brought my hand to her thigh and her back arched quickly anticipating my hand's further journey. As I slid my hand up between her legs I could feel them slowly part. Her pussy was beautiful. I wasn't looking at it nor could I see it well in the dark, but it wasn't necessary. I knew every crease, every fold, every ridge and I knew it would be steaming after what she just experienced. 

True to form it was hot and damp on my hand at first touch. Her outer lips, cleanly shaven and relatively flat, contoured the slope between her legs well. I brushed my hand softly over her soft damp heat and it felt heavenly. I allowed my fingers to spread allowing me to caress her inner labia which were covered in that silky wetness that smells and tastes of ambrosia. These lips were thin if not a tad swollen, but became longer as they tapered up and sharply back down again towards her hood. Just a bit over a half inch at their longest, the areas of her lips that protruded like this were one of my favorite things to play with. They weren't curly or wrinkled but smooth pink folds that turned to hot pink on the internal side. From soft stroking to harshly gripping them with fingernails or clips they proved extremely functional as well as alluring. I tugged at them gently my fingers slipping over their moist surfaces again and again. Bringing my middle finger backwards to my palm I allowed it to nestle nicely between her lips giving the surfaces of her urethral and vaginal holes a massage and my two other fingers slid back and forth over the soft skin of her mound directly next to her hood. 

Her clitoral hood was much like the inner lips I just described in inner and outer color and texture and it housed a pea sized clit that hid most of the time unless very stimulated. Her swollen little nub of a clit, though it typically hid, had seen a lot of attention over the years. As such had naturally stretched her hood to easily accommodate the end bit of a thinner finger and a good bit more it forced. But it wasn't time yet to touch it directly, I just ran my fingers back and forth at its flanks driving her lust. As I pulled my hand back and away from her crotch I allowed the briefest brush over her hood and I felt her sex flex in response. 

It was time for a brief spanking. She had after all made a mess so I decided to make it swift but forceful. I gave her a few quick slaps on the ass to prepare her for what was coming. The last thing I needed was her losing her grip on the window and falling halfway out the car. I will say if you've never had to spank a woman in quite these circumstances let me tell you, it takes a bit of finesse. I found the right angle and began to seriously flog her with my hand. There was no call to silence her and the wind stole most of the volume from her streams. I counted to thirty and then started to rub over the rising welts in soft circles with my hand. Then I brought my hand back down between her legs and began to rub feverishly over her lips. 

I could barely hear her moans as I continued pushing and spreading my fingers to part her lips. I took my hand away and brought it to my face. I drew in a breath deeply through my nostrils and savored the delectable smell of her lust. I wanted to run my tongue through those hot wet lips. I wanted to press my lips hard against hers and French kiss her tight wonderful organ that had brought me so much joy. I wanted to consume her, sucking and pulling at her tender lips with my teeth, drinking in her soft fragrant juices, and would find that pearl. My tongue would flick incessantly under the guard of her hood and finally with my lips pressed firmly against her, I would slide her hood back just enough to grasp around the base of her clit with my teeth stroke it repeatedly with my tongue until she screamed and convulsed from la petite mort. 

But I could no more reach her this way than in truth I wanted to for the moment, as it was my intention to stoke a fire that I wished to burn into the night. So I simply brought my hand back to her crotch and played and fingered her for a few miles and stopped pulling her body back and she quickly sat back as per usual. 

"Oh, you. You are a cruel devil you are," she jabbed at me playfully. "Thank you for the treat. I hope that appetizer is just part of a five course meal. haha" 

"Best to get dressed slut, we are entering the small town of Avon, that's right before we get to Hatteras and if there are cops out, this is where they'll be." With that we dressed again and lit another smoke knowing that in the next ten miles our camp site at the dunes of Frisco beach would be in sight . Then we could finally get out of the car for good and a nice walk in the surf alone under the vale of a clear starry evening.



BDSM Beach Vacation Pt. 03



"Best to get dressed slut, we are entering the small town of Avon, that's right before we get to Hatteras and if there are cops out, this is where they'll be." With that we dressed again and lit another smoke knowing that in the next ten miles our camp site at the dunes of Frisco beach would be in sight. Then we could finally get out of the car for good and a nice walk in the surf alone under the vale of a clear starry evening... 

Our campground was only about five or so miles past the Hatteras lighthouse as we passed it I knew our journey was almost complete. This was a good thing too, it had been a long day and was just now getting to eleven o'clock. 

Pulling into the campground was much like rolling into a ghost town. At this time of night the rangers that guard the entry post have gone home, most people have settled into their tents, and the majority of the lights came from lightning bugs...not people's manmade contraptions. As we traveled slowly up the asphalt roads we looked at the various campsites locations in the form of what looked like small driveways splintering off from the main roads. 

We found a space only a minute or so walk from the long thin boardwalks that led you over the dunes to the beach beyond. We parked and took a minute to stretch while sharing a smoke and staring up at the stars. With hardly any population, big factories, or business's nearby there was no haze to distort or dampen the crisp image of the night's sky. 

"It's gorgeous Sir. There is just so many of them...kind makes you feel small, ya know?," she giggled. 

"You ARE small," I laughed at her and paused for effect. "But...you're perfect that way." From a pout to an attack hug in .5 seconds, that's what came at me. She pushed me against the car with her hug, put quickly began to rub her body against mine. The fire I lit was still burning strong. "Ok, ok slut...let's get to work and get this over with so we can enjoy ourselves." 

We pulled the cooler and tent from the car and set about pitching the tent. This was her first time and while she was very intelligent, it was mostly book and not street smarts so this took her a minute to grasp. But she followed instruction, even if she didn't understand it, and soon we had our tent up and ready. I had her gather the stack of comforters and pillows and left her to set them up nicely inside the tent while I gathered some things to go in it. 

Upon returning to the flap of the tent with the first couple bags she had already stripped naked and was busy flattening out the various blankets. I made a few more trips to the car and back to drop off some clothes, my guitar, and our bags of food. Within fifteen minutes everything was settled and I was leaning next to the cooler at the side of the car mixing some Bacardi 151 and coconut rum into a couple of coke cans for us to celebrate our arrival. I signaled to her that the drinks were done and to come out. 

"Clothes or no clothes?" she whispered to me as she popped her head out peering around at the darkness that surrounded us. 

"No clothes, but do me a favor and grab a couple of towels." Big smile. 

In a flash she had the towels and hopped her naked little ass onto the trunk of the car setting the towels down beside her. I reached out my hand with a drink for her but just enough to signal it was for her and watched as she leaned towards me to grasp onto the can. As her fingers met mine I brought my head down to meet her lips with a kiss. Our tongues melting into each other's mouths, we lingered there tasting each other for a moment before I released the can to her and stood back to my normal height. 

Even with her sitting up on the car I felt like I towered over her. Six foot is average for a man and, while I was more tall and thin, wiry let's say, than muscle bound, her petite naked form seemed like some small doll come to life. Granted a beautiful doll, her soft white skin outlined her frame against the car and glowed with a soft reflection, and she looked quite innocent sitting there all naked except for the small thin collar she wore around her neck. Nothing fancy, just a thin black leather strap with a steel ring at the front. I had given her a pendant of three black pearls to wear from the ring for some public situations. Not that wearing a pearl necklace doesn't hold its own connotations, but it gave the collar a more elegant and less "hi, I am a sub" look while out and about. At this particular moment there was no need for subtleties and the pearls were tucked away in the glove compartment. 

So we drank and laughed and talked of what we might do for breakfast in the morning and places I might take her. Another smoke and in just a bit we were done with our first drinks. Well I was, she was a bit slower, and understandably so. Besides these were pretty stiff drinks but she was learning to enjoy it and never once scoffed about it being too rough to handle. At this point we heard someone heading over to the bathrooms. I handed her a towel and she did a simple wrap around just in case. 

The bathrooms were set up about a hundred yards or so from our site. They were white concrete free standing buildings, covered with a wooden roof, and with adjacent male and female sides. There were three of these such building located on the grounds and a small walk up a wooden path behind each of them led to a set of showers that were set up in a sort of four square formation. 

We watched as a couple leaning on one another, possibly drunk we snickered, found their way to their respective sides. While we waited for them to emerge she finished her drink and I made another for our walk on the beach. The couple found their way out, first him then his partner and again they leaned and hobbled off in the opposite direction fading into the darkness once more. 

"Ready to go for a walk on the beach, it has to look amazing right now. Keep your towel wrapped till we get out there in case we run into someone on the way out," I said grabbing my drink and tossing the towel over my shoulder. At this point I just had on a pair of tan cargo shorts, more for storage space than modesty, keeping my keys, smokes and lighter with me. 

"Ok Sir, let me just run over to the bathroom real quick to pee and then we'll head out." She hopped up and started to make her way to the bathrooms when I stopped her short with the grip of my hand on her arm. 

"Hold it slut. We are going for a walk." I put serious inflection on the word 'walk' and she was quick to understand by the look in her eye. "Your black leash is in the front pocket of my gym bag...grab it now." 

Without a word or a look she strode off to the tent and soon returned carrying something that looked like thin black rope. She handed it to me and silently kneeled. 

"You can stand slut," I said with a grin as I tucked the length of thin leather into one of my pockets. " I don't intend to walk you out to the beach, just on the beach" A tiny curl of a smile escaped her as she stood. "Come on you silly thing, let's get moving." And with that I led her into the darkness towards a path I had traveled many times before. 

It takes about five minutes from where you leave the asphalt of the roads that make up the campsites to making it over the last dune to the actual beach itself. The boardwalk path there is a wooden one, no bigger than three feet across and has a few distinct areas before you make it to the end. Shortly after starting on the wooden path you enter a pocket of tall brush that during the day doesn't faze you, but at night it makes the darkness completely pitch black. The wind almost stops and it becomes more humid and stuffy. I have more than once thought I was about to walk off the side into something unforgiving and I have had friends that did. So it was needless to say a bit on the foreboding side for a few minutes as you made your way through the abyss. 

I knew it was intense for her by the grip she tightened on my hand as I led her and the constant chatter she tried to keep up attempting to fill the void that frightened her. 

I stopped short at one point and whispered "shhhhhh...do you hear that?" 

"Hear what, hear what???" she almost choked on the words as she pulled me closer. 

"That..." I said. She was practically crawling on me now. Half of her towel had fallen in exchange for a tighter grip on me and though I could see nothing at all, I felt her hardened nipples pushing against my side. 

"What...what is it?" she barely whispered. She had released her grip on my hand to grab onto my waist and I had already wrapped my hand around her backside comforting her with a constant soft squeeze upon the ass cheek no longer covered by the towel. I took in another slow breath as I tried to imagine her body from just touch. Her thin boney chin I could feel pressing into my shoulder. Her thin fingers digging into by side just below my ribs. Her naked breast heaving against me in panic with nipples so hard they felt like fingertips gently pressing into me. Goosebumps made the soft skin of her arms and thighs slightly coarse. The clinched tightened soft skin of her ass in my hand was quite arousing. 

So it was no lie, when after a long pause, I grabbed her ass hard and whispered, "That sound...that's the sound of my cock growing," and then to emphasize I was serious I leaned in finding her earlobe, bit it and continued...hissing in her ear, "you filthy little slut." 

It was a beautiful moment of intense desperation, she was still unnerved by the heart wrenching fear of our surroundings and now suddenly was cast back into a reminder of just how wet and wanting she was at the moment. I set my drink to the side carefully and took the bit of towel that still clung to her form and set in on my other shoulder. I pulled out a single cigarette and placed it firmly in the corner of my mouth and held the lighter tight in my left hand. 

"Kneel" my only word, my only command. I couldn't see her eyes as I felt her body quickly shift down to kneel on the wooden boards below me but I could sense her uneasiness as she unzipped my shorts and unleashed the monster in the darkness. There was no need for polite introductions, she knew him well. 

She barely had time to guide my shorts down to my ankles before my hand buried itself in her hair, pulling her hard up against my half swollen cock. I lit my cigarette and for a moment I could see everything not unlike the flash of lightning on a dark stormy night. For an instant I saw my little pet frightened and wide eyed reaching out for my thighs in an attempt to balance herself against the force pulling her forward. She had the look that only a predator sees from his prey right before they are devoured. It was quite tantalizing. The quick flash of light went out, her mouth found its way to the head of my cock and I had no intention of giving up on the intensity of the moment. 

I stood firm like a rock but forced her tired mouth unto my cock that was now almost to full erection. I was at that point where I had swollen to almost my full size, but after the orgasm not long before it would be a moment before I was fully rigid again. These were the moments we both savored because it meant, with considerable effort, that I could force more of myself into her, bending just slightly to slide into her throat. 

I took full advantage and gave her no quarter. It wasn't even that it was fast, but that it was forceful slow push over and over. I took a drag off my cigarette casting a small red glow upon us both. I felt her grip on my legs relax some as her mind came to grips with everything that had just happened and as she relaxed I kept up the pressure. Soon the thick head of my cock was squishing its way into her throat. It felt like victory and as I took another drag I looked down to admire the scene in the dim light. 

Her nose had almost made contact with my body and her cheeks were sunken slightly cradling my girth. I can hardly describe the immense pleasure it gave me. I began a rhythm each time I would take a drag I would force myself into her throat and steal her breath. With each exhale I would slide her back down to just my head to feel the hot steady breathing through her nose upon the top of my shaft. 

After a few more drags, I pulled her up by her hair slowly but with enough force to get her moving and took the last drag of my cigarette so she could see the look in my eyes before I tossed it aside and spoke slowly letting the smoke curl out with my words, "I..am...fucking...hungry." 

I bent down in front of her and could catch a quick bit of her fragrance as the wilds were shallow between the tall brush that stood to each side of us. I leaned in slowly parting her legs just enough to slide my mouth up between her thighs. She was already shaking as my lips found there mark and after a few timid licks between her lips to truly taste her on my tongue I began to devour her. 

With one hand around her ass and the other pressing up into her abdomen I was barely able to keep her from falling over. I knew I didn't have long and I forced my tongue deep into her tiny juicy hole exploring every corner of her sopping wet chamber. I bit into her lips and pulled and tugged, no doubt leaving indentions for the next hour or so. She moaned and quietly begged for me to fuck her, but now was not the time. I brought my lips to her hood and pressed by tongue hard and flat up against it. Sliding my tongue forward uncovered her clit and she groaned through her clenched teeth. Just three hard long licks. She was too close to the end and I wasn't about to release her from her building hysteria yet. 

I stood back up and pulled my shorts back into place. I grabbed my drink and handed her the towel which she attempted to wrap around herself in her flushed state. Once we were situated I gave her my hand and guided her through the next minute of darkness until we were abruptly out in the open once more looking out over vast dunes and a clear cool sky. We could feel the wind again and if felt like heaven on our hot and sweating skin. I took a long swig off the drink I had made and she jabbed me playfully in my side. 

"Do you hear that," she mimicked, "you scared the fuck out of me." 

"You enjoyed yourself," I chuckled. 

"God damn right I did, and that was God damn scary too..Jesus Sir, you had my heart racing..." she paused and then snickered," which was your whole plan I see." 

"I can't get anything past you huh?" 

We continued to walk, laugh, and share our drink when at last we came to the end of the boardwalk which led up a steep incline at its end dying off into a sand trail at the top of a dune. We climbed the slow accent to the top over the next minute a bit breathless. All at once coming over the top and looking out onto the coast of flat sand and the dark abyss that was the ocean beyond. Amazing. 

We walked down the dune to the flat beach that awaited and stopped and stared. She mumbled a bit about how bad she had to pee and I reminded her to fucking hold it. More tension building and she knew she would be told when, any more discussion of the topic might annoy me and she was correct. 

I took a quick scan around and to my delight no campfires tonight, just us and that great nothingness beyond. I took her towel and looked at her with a big smile. 

"Kneel" I commanded and down she went. I fished her leash out of my pocket and leaned down to attach it to her collar. 

"Come pet, that cool surf is going to feel soooo good. Follow me" And with that I took a step forward and she placed her hands down for the first time in the still warm sand and began to crawl towards me attempting to adjust to this new and unusual habitat. 

In less than a minute we had found the waterline and I cut left to follow the surf down in the direction of the lighthouse with miles of empty beach in front of us. With her trailing just to my side, I walked in the surf and she on the wet sand flat sand just above it. It was a beautiful little walk by the soft incoming tide and constant salty wind. I stopped and stood for a moment in the surf, finishing the last of my drink and looking back at the interesting pattern our steps had left in the sand. As my feet began to sink a bit in the surf I peered down at her. She was staring up at me. Not the beautiful surroundings, just at me and I leaned down to stroke her hair and tell her how lovely she looked. We continued on another couple hundred feet feeling lucky to be a part of all that was around us. 

After that brief walk I set down our towels as one big square, slid my shorts off, sat, and lit a smoke and gestured for her to sit with me. She crawled up next to me and leaned into my side. We didn't speak. We just smiled, shared that cigarette, and ran our hands over one another tugging and rubbing. 

I stood taking a bit of leash with me, drawing her face up and to my crotch. She sucked, and licked up and down lovingly until I was once more hard and yearning. I turned her with the leash, down and towards the waves crashing and crawling not feet away from our towels. I bent down and unhooked her leash from her collar. Here we were alone, out in the open, and as far as we could tell...at the end of the world. This had been a moment I longed for and it was finally here. With her down on her elbows and knees in front of me I studied her pale form in the soft light of the evening. 

I then proceeded to bring down the thin leather leash hard and fast upon her backside. She let out a cry that was immediately washed out by the sound of the crashing waves and winds. Perfect. We both knew it and as I brought strike after strike down upon her she let it out. She moaned, she grunted, she cried. Strike after strike a new release, strike after strike a new mark to feel tomorrow. And then I too kneeled down and grabbed the sides of her newly whipped ass and guided myself to her wet desperate hole. 

"Cum as much as you wish slut." a worthy cause to have waited for after all the teasing. 

Every thrust a moan, every thrust a cry out into nothingness. I knew she had to pee and that the pressure had been building in her as well as the heat of her libido and as of the past half hour they had been wrestling for control. Now there was no need. My cock was in full control of her pussy and her longing pressure to urinate just added more intensity the constant welcome intrusion of my penis. 

I don't know how many times she came to orgasm but her arching, trembling, gasping body led me to believe it happened more than once for certain. I grabbed her hair and let myself tear into her. It was such a peaceful scene in contrast to our violent lustful passions. I broke into her harder and harder, arching her back to things unnatural. She had been flexing those wonderful muscles I had trained off and on but now was holding in a permanent flex, gripping around my swollen cock with crushing pressure. I never wanted it to end but I could no longer deny the surging feeling coming up from within. 

I threw her onto her back and kneeled over her heaving chest. One hand still held fast in her hair bringing her head up till her chin rested on her chest. This brought her inches from my cock as my other hand pumped it into a sudden incredible orgasm. After the first hot shot hit her forehead and began draining down her nose, I pressed my cock flat against her cheeks and lips rubbing against her sweaty damp skin until I was completely spent. 

Her face again a mess of sweat, tears, and cum she looked so animal like it was intoxicating. As her tongue licked fervently at my hot salty gift, I quickly reattached her lease and pulled her up to her knees and then a short walk to the surf. I walked her right into the inch deep shallows of the incoming tide and gave a light tug at her leash. "Now you can pee slut."



BDSM Beach Vacation Pt. 04



Her face again a mess of sweat, tears, and cum she looked so animal like it was intoxicating. As her tongue licked fervently at my hot salty gift, I quickly reattached her leash and pulled her up to her knees and then a short walk to the surf. I walked her right into the inch deep shallows of the incoming tide and gave a light tug at her leash. "Now you can pee slut." 

"Oh, thank God. Thank you, Sir" she said spreading her legs a bit further. Letting out a deep moan she began to release the pressure she had been temporarily distracted from. Like turning on a garden hose at full blast and crimping the line over and over every five seconds so was the pressure that escaped her into the surf. 

"Molly you are a hot mess," I laughed as she finished and looked up at me, her face still covered in a mixture of our fluids. "Let's take a dip and you can clean off a bit." 

"Um...Sir, it's pitch black out there... I...I can't see a thing," she stammered, questioning how serious I was. She had never been to the ocean before let alone naked in the dark of night. 

"Listen slut, you will be just fine. You can hold on to me and it's not like you're going far as long as I have this," I shook the leash still attached to her collar. "Now be a good little bitch...Come!" I snapped the end of my words in coordination with my grip on her leash pulling her torso forward a bit with the tug. She followed me into the unknown...it wasn't the first time. 

Soon we were floating out amongst the waves but I continued out further to get beyond the breaker waves and where the sand shelf beneath my feet began to drop off. She could no longer touch the bottom and held tightly to my side at first treading water. 

"Ok now I want you to get your own feel of swimming in this. Do a few tight circles swimming around me. You will feel better." 

"Ohhhh Sir, can't I just hold onto you? 

"You can, yes. But I am TELLING you to swim. Leash remember? Go on now." 

She let go and slowly started to swim just feet away. After a few circles she went a bit further until I could feel slight tension on the leash at ten feet. 

"Ok, come here bitch, " I called out with a smile. She was quickly at my side again, smiling herself. 

"That felt sooo good," she squealed a bit at me. 

"Just wanted you to see for yourself. You won't be wearing the leash out there tomorrow. You just have to trust me silly." 

"I know," she looked down ashamed and I placed my hand under her chin lifting her to my gaze. 

"You don't have to be afraid of the dark," I whispered in her ear. She ran her thin little fingers down my side until she found a handful of cock and gripped accordingly," Not with you around, I don't have to." We kissed and held each other tightly. It truly was like an abyss...just the faint light pointing to shore and the faint lights of the stars far overhead. It is an experience like none other and far too powerful to express through words alone. 

After a bit we swam back to shore, we gathered our things, flung our towels over our shoulders and walked hand in hand back down the shoreline in search of the path back to camp. 

"Sir..." 

"Yes slut." 

"That salt water put a serious sting to those marks you left on my ass. I was on fire under water there for a bit." She sighed softly, "got totally numb after a bit, I honestly can't feel the marks at all now. Are they still there?" 

I lowered my hand down her back over one side and then the other of her ass. "Definitely still there, but the salt water tends to help things heal faster." 

"Hmm...ok, I was just hoping I might still have a few lines...one or two that would still show tomorrow outside of my bikini bottom. I know you don't want to draw too much attention...I, well I just thought it might be nice for a least one or two pictures. You know to remember the moment." 

"We'll see slut. We shall see." 

Neither of us wrapped in our towels since there was really no point at this hour and, if a dark figure loomed down the path, we had plenty of time to pull a towel around. Getting back to the campsite we dropped off most of our things and took our towels with us the short distance past the bathrooms to the showers. 

The showers, set up like a four square, had two wooden doors on one side and two on the other. The wooden doors just stayed in place with a simple metal latch once inside. They started about a foot off the ground and came up to about a foot over my head. The walls of the shower were cement, but again only came up so high as a couple feet above my head and were open at the top with the roof several feet above that with dirty skylights to provide more light. It would be easily possible to reach your hand up over the wall to hand a bottle of shampoo to the person showering next to or in front of you. And while the noise the shower gave off was considerable, it was easy to hear a mixture of conversations from the other stalls and people outside. The shower itself was a simple nozzle pointing straight down maybe a foot above my head with a rope-pull to turn on and off the water. The water itself was normally cold or at least room temperature and typically a shock, albeit often a pleasant one in the heat.   At this point in the middle of the night there were no people, no sounds save for crickets and small frogs and it was like walking into a small darkroom. Only a small bit of soft light crawled into the shower from under the door. The shower space itself was about four to five feet in either direction, with a concrete floor save for a small wooden lattice in the center of the floor for water to drain down. 

Though I knew I had very little in the way of cum left in my balls to release for hours, we needed a good sleep and as much rest as possible before that sun came up. 

It needed to be quick, hard and forceful if I was going to squeeze one last release from my body that night. After turning on the shower, I grabbed for her naked wet body in the darkness. Pushing her front up against the clammy hard surface of the wall I held her wrists up high above her body as my other hands caressed down her sides, her ass, and her inner thighs. 

"Sir, do you really wa..." she mumbled quickly with her left cheek pressed firmly against the cold cement wall. 

"Not a word slut...just close your eyes. There is nothing to see here," I laughed a bit as I slid my fingers up from her thighs into her waiting lips. There truly was nothing to see, just an excuse to let other senses take over. 

The contrast between the firm way I pressed her against the wall with my hand and my chest and the soft smooth motion of my fingers working her below must have been amazing. I would collect a palm full of fresh cold water every minute and work some of that clean water up into her, washing her lips and insides of any extra salt or sand that might be lingering. For as much of her juices I was washing away the effect on her senses was stirring up more. 

She attempted to arch her butt higher towards me, "Cock. Please Sir, your cock..." But I held her firmly in place and the only small amount she could move was in the raising of her legs on tippy toes to allow her a small arch at her pelvis. Feeling me pressed hard against her right ass cheek, she knew it could not be much longer. Indeed within minutes I grabbed my stiff penis and slapped it against her ass with everything I had. The sound my cock made on her ass echoed a bit against the walls mixing with the sound of falling water. 

I slide myself down between her thighs and used my swollen head to continue the rubbing. I could feel her wet heat and I needed to feel more. I pushed myself into her wet hole until I could feel her back wall...I still wasn't standing up completely straight yet and I felt like I could pick her up with my cock alone. 

I took one or two more slow deep thrusts into her aching pussy and then brought her wrists down behind just above that arch above her ass and then grabbed her right hip with a grip sure to leave bruises. Slam! My whole body crashed into her small form lifting her up a bit and compressing her into the wall. Slam! 

"Ahhhhhhh..." she gulped down her cry. 

Slam! Slam! Slam! 

"Oh, oh ,ohhh..." small gasps of air carrying bits of her voice traveled out but she was spent. Her energy was almost completely gone save for the occasional grip her pussy gave to me in sweet embrace. I knew she didn't even possess the energy to ask to cum. 

I paused for five seconds, "If you can still hear me in there...cum. Cum...and cum again." 

Slam! Slam! Slam! 

She moaned and flexed against my throbbing cock. I felt as if I was going to mold her in to the wall, with each push her breasts were pulled up and down with her torso against the cold hardness, her arms still held lay limp behind her, and her legs no longer held her up but simply kept her stable against the cool cement. Working and kneading her soft drooping body like clay, I continued to press into her until at last I released my last drop against her cervix. 

As my cock began to lose its stiffness and slip free from the sloppy wet mess that was her pussy, I attempted to move back but quickly regained my grip upon her sides catching her before her body crumpled completely to the wet ground below. Soft unintelligible murmurs escaped her as she breathed but I had to hold her up. 

Leaning her against my body I walked us into the full hard stream of the water. I washed her flaccid tired body with one hand while holding her against me with the other. I did my best to clean her and then turned off the water. Still leaning against me she made a small effort to stand on her own as I dried her off and wrapped a towel around her. I had barely enough time to cinch a towel around my waist before she began to drop off again leaning against the door. 

I held her and opened the door welcoming the soft lights of the outdoors with my still adjusting eyes. I cradled her back, lifted her legs, and with her arms wrapped just slightly around my neck I carried her the short distance back to the tent. 

I laid her limp body down unto the comforters, set our towels out on the park bench next to our tent to dry, zipped the flap, and drew a blanket over our tired naked bodies and awaited the sleep I needed so desperately. I curled up next to her, and draped my arm over her already fast asleep body. My hand cupped her breasts and pulling her back flat against my chest, my head fell upon the pillow and in minutes I too was in deep slumber. 

I awoke in the morning early as the sun quickly makes a greenhouse out of a tent there at the beach. Typically it would be customary for Molly to wake up with an alarm when we slept together and begin our day by crawling under the covers and slowly and sweetly putting me into her mouth and sucking me awake. 

But I was up and she was still dead asleep and since I needed to let my cock rest a bit I got up, threw on some beige board shorts and a linen white button down, and went out to the park bench next to the tent to sit and meditate a bit. 

It was a beautiful morning and, while I was still a bit tired, I felt refreshed. I gazed up at a pair of quarreling seagulls and breathed deep the fresh salt air that felt like home. A person here or a couple there would come heading towards the bathrooms or the showers to start their day. Within about a half an hour I heard the zipper of the tent and saw her face poke out with half open eyes scanned the surroundings for me. 

"Morning doll face. Sleep well?" 

"(deep yawn) Yes... I think I did, don't remember much after we left the boardwalk coming back last night." She crawled out wrapped in a towel and sat beside me. 

"We took a shower before bed." 

"A shower...hmmm, did we? We did didn't we?" Her brain slowly grinding the gears into movement and I could see as her eyes widened a bit it was coming back to her. "We...we fucked in the shower right?" 

"Yep. Pinned you right up against the wall. Had to carry you back...you were a bit dazed." 

"I should say..." she opened her towel a bit to look herself over, slight finger tip sized bruise marks on her hip, a bit of bruising around her wrists as well. "And my ass?" she inquired as she stood and turned away from me lifting her towel so I could examine her back side. 

"Just barely, not much to see I'm afraid," I snickered at her knowing she wanted them to still be obvious. 

"Awww...but my new bikini...the pictures. Fuck." She sat down in a huff. 

I tried to speak of other things but it was clear her mood was going to be sour for a bit unless I acted quickly. 

"Molly...in the tent. I want to see you in your new bathing suit, come on." We climbed back into the hot tent and she fumbled through her clothes bag and pulled out a thin burgundy top that strung up around the neck and back and then a tight little pair of burgundy bottoms that made a nice triangle in the front down to the gap between her legs and in the back covered just less than half of each ass cheek. 

"Hmm..." I scratched my chin and looked her over with a stern face. "No that won't do at all." She looked back almost in tears. I don't know how long she spent picking out the perfect bikini but now, in her mind, she was facing total failure. I leaned in studying her backside a bit more, "You're right... it still needs a little something...extra. Elbows and knees slut." 

All at once it hit her, she dropped to the ground and turned to stare up at my with a huge smile. 

"Let's not be noisy now slut. There are families and little children about," I said with a stern way but with a grin on my face. I pulled out the small bamboo cane we had cut and sanded ourselves and proceeded to give her ten hard lashings over her ass. Each strike leaving behind a white line whiter than her skin that quickly transformed to glowing red. I crept back to examine my work but it was still off colored from the light of the tent. 

"Let's have a look outside." And we crept out of the tent to stand fully again and I gazed at her body a full once over with my eyes. "Now, that my dear is the ass of an owned woman. Now go get into your sun dress, the light purple one. We need to get some breakfast." 

"Thank you Sir, thank you thank you..." she trailed off as she bounced back into the tent happy as could be. She emerged wearing a light purple sun dress made out of a thin terry cloth sort of fabric that hugged her upper torso but sort of got wavy and open as it reached her hips and widened a bit more as it came to an end half way down her thighs. 

We climbed in the car and headed down to where the ferries to Ocracoke Island dock. They come every forty five minutes or so and we arrived just minutes after the last ferry had left. Perfect for my plan. You park your car in the line to get aboard the next ferry and then there on the property is a pile of small shops connected together with a harbor for smaller boats. Included in these shops in a small cafe where we ordered up some breakfast sandwiches and a couple of coffees. 

Taking our food to some outside tables we could look off into the harbor and watch the ships come and go and we lazily enjoyed our meal. We chatted about the night before and the fun we had on the way down. Still reliving the moment that man walked into the bathroom on us. We chuckled and enjoyed a nice smoke with the last of our coffee. I was literally yawning smoke rings as she laughed and came over to rub my shoulders. It was so relaxing and I couldn't have cared if I stayed there all day, but in short time a horn began to blare out over the complex alerting us that the next ferry had arrived. 

Back in the car we followed the slow train of cars onto the ferry and in short time we were on our way. Since the ferry takes about forty five minutes we walked around on the deck watching Hatteras island slowly fade away behind us. 

We arrived at the shore of Ocracoke island and headed down the thirteen mile stretch towards the town. The town itself was not our goal but simply to stop somewhere along one of the few pull off points and wander over onto the beach for a bit of sun. About four miles in we stopped, threw a few things in a bag, and grabbed our towels. She stripped out of her dress and I took off my shirt and we headed out over the dunes to the beach beyond. 

The marks from the cane were soft but clearly visible running from the side of her cheeks for an inch or so before disappearing under her bikini bottom. She looked so cute in that tight little bikini but the marks spoke of someone not quite so innocent. 

Coming over the dunes we looked out over the beach and there was hardly anyone around for miles. We spied a few umbrellas further down to the right so we embarked to the left and skipped along in the surf for about a mile. Finally with nobody in our range of vision we set down our towels and kicked off our sandals about ten feet up from the shoreline. 

I had brought along my phone to keep track of the time but also to get some pictures and capture some of the memories from our time there together. She was quick to pull out my phone and hand it to me with a gleeful look in her eye. 

"Ok, ok...go stand over in the surf and we will get a few snapshots of Venus emerging from her watery realm." 

She bounced out to the surf and began posing in a series of silly to seductive poses. I enjoyed a smoke as she worked at finding new and alluring positions to put herself in and all the while I snapped away with my phone. 

Once I finished my smoke I grabbed the suntan lotion and started working on my face and feet. She was suddenly by my side. 

"I got your back," she cooed. 

Good and covered it was now her turn. I kissed her deeply and untied the back of her top and then pulled it up and over her head. She quickly shimmied out of her bottoms and stood naked before me in the hot sun. 

Molly began applying lotion to her face and ears and I started working on her back. Continuing down my hands lingered on her ass, kneading the lotion into her stripped skin, and then continued down her thighs to her feet. She was working on her arms and I got her neck and sides and then played with her small firm breasts for a minute. Finally I worked my way down her belly to her hips and then gave her a generous rub over her lips. 

She glistened in the sun and the smile she wore was just as bright. "More pictures?" she looked up at me. 

"Sure thing, have fun posing, I will keep my finger on the trigger." I wiped my fingers clean on my shorts and grabbed my phone again. She played around for a bit in different poses that made me grow. She played around in the surf for a bit as I skipped shells and smiled at the moment. 

After a bit Molly returned to lay out and get some sun in places that rarely got the chance . We talked a bit about the next place I was going to take her, a pub just up the road that had three floors, one of which was a open deck for a roof where you could look out over the dunes and relax with a drink. 

Time passed and I made sure she kept flipping so as not to roast in the sun. I was still in my shorts as she laid down beside me on her stomach dozing off. I started smoking another cigarette, staring off into the endless waves, when a voice startled me from behind. 

"Hey young fella, mind if I get one of those smokes from ya." I turned and looked up to see an older man perhaps in his early seventies, average height and build, dark tan, and sandy grey hair. He was wearing shorts and a nice button down shirt and looked pretty clean cut. 

I had been scanning the area over the past hour and half and seen no one even close to us. I had been looking off into the surf for the past ten minutes and somehow in that time he wandered up from the direction we originally came. 

"Sure thing man," I said a bit startled but not letting on. As I stood up to get the cigarette pack from my pocket he walked around to the front of where we were laying and stood just feet away from where her feet were pointing. Molly didn't move an inch save for the slight clinching of her ass and drawing her legs together so they touched. 




BDSM Beach Vacation Pt. 04



"I officially quit years ago, well that's what on record with the wife at least. I left her to her book back down there about a mile and what she don't know won't hurt her." He laughed as he took a smoke and poked her head down into his shirt to light it while shielding it from the wind. 

We spoke for a minute about how long we had each been coming down to the outer banks. His eyes would shift from time to time down at her ass and then flip back up when I would turn my eyes back to him. Couldn't honestly blame the guy and he was really a nice pleasant man that didn't give off that creepy vibe. He hadn't even finished his whole cigarette before he told me he needed to get back and thanked me for a little nostalgia. 

He took a few steps and then stopped to turn and say, "You might want to see about gettin' something for that heat rash. That poor girl's bottom looks pretty sore. Take care now ya' hear." 

He wandered off back down the coast and as I turned to tell her he was gone I took a few steps over to where he was standing and got a view of Molly from his perspective. Her legs might have been together but that gap at the top of her thighs gave a clear and obvious view of her longer inner labia poking out. His wife might see a side of him that night she hadn't in years. 

"Sir, I get the feeling maybe it's time to put my clothes back on." 

"Yes slut, you know what? I think it might be time for you to put your clothes back on." She really didn't mind giving the old man a little show and after she was in her bikini again she hopped back out into the water for a quick cooling off. 

We did pass the old man on the way back, but he was laying back in a chair with a beer next to his wife still reading her book and his back turned to us. There was no reason to start conversation so we hurried past and soon we were back at the car. 

"Off with that wet suit and back in the dress, it's time to go grab a drink and get some food...you hungry slut?" 

"Mmmhmm," she mumbled as she was threw on the dress and started removing the bikini from underneath. She set it in the back dashboard to dry and we were off again. 

Our next stop was Howards Pub, just a few miles down the road. I got a beer and her a soda and we made our way up the stairs to the roof deck where we would wait to be called for our table. Without the bikini beneath the dress it hugged her form just right and I could see just the hint of nipples poking out from the fabric. She looked so inviting I wanted a taste and I was determined to make it happen soon. 

There were a few people up by the front of the big deck so we made our way to the back and looked over the sound. She was leaning against the wooden rail and I came up close behind her. Mind you there was nothing but brush and sand below us on this side of the building and I felt it was the perfect opportunity to have a small appetizer before my main meal. I pressed my body against her just enough to pin her between me and the rail. I lit her cigarette and took another drink from my beer before setting it down and sliding my hand around to her front. From behind it might have looked like a simple hug but my fingers knew just where to find her tender nipples and I began to tug and pinch at them through the fabric. 

She purred a bit as smoke escaped her mouth but I was just starting. I let my hand slide down to her hip and thigh and slowly continued down and under the front of her dress. I trailed my fingers up her inner thigh until I came at last to my treasure. I rubbed softly over her mound as she purred louder and then sunk my pointer finger up between her lips. I traced it from her hole up to her hood a few times to get nice and moist and then I hooked the tip of my finger up under her hood. 

"Mmmmm, you're being awfully sweet," she whispered. 

"I'm too hungry to wait till later," I said softly as I began rubbing in earnest on her wet little clit, "I need you to cum for me slut..make sure to tell me when it starts." With that she pressed herself a bit harder against me, arching her pelvis to push harder against my finger and at the same time press harder against my swelling cock that she could feel from behind. 

I rolled my finger around and around her tight love nub until her whole body arched hard against me, "Sir, I'm gonna ...I'm gonna cum." I quickly slid my pointer and middle finger down and curled them up into her hole pressing my palm against her lips and clit. Her body shuddered against me as I could feel her hot juices run down my fingers as her soft wet opening tightened and squeezed them in spasm. 

I held her this way for a moment until carefully pulling my hand up from under her dress and lightly letting it fall back to full length before spinning her around to face me. I held up my fingers parting them a bit to show the clear film webbing between them. Molly watched as I brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean. She tasted too good not to share. I brought my mouth to hers and kissed her deeply as our tongues shared her sensual flavor. 

We looked to see if anyone was staring but the people at the end of the deck were off in their own worlds and within minutes we got our call to the table. Sitting at a booth, Molly hopped in front of me to sit to the inside. She always liked to sit next to me rather than across. Feeling me next to her gave her that silly form of happiness I was happy to permit and often we got a bit touchy under the table so it had its benefits. 

She did in fact stroke me some under the table while we waited for our meal, which was good and hearty and then we headed out to catch the ferry back to do more around Hatteras. 

We took a small nap in the car and she laid her head on my lap in the backseat while we ferried back. Once there a with a bit of rest we headed down the road to a local sub shop that served beer and had a cool game room in the back. We got a few drinks and headed back to play some games. 

After a few rounds of skeeball and some arcade games, we headed to the back section of the room that had a few pinball games lined up. It was all one big room but the pinball games were in a back corner and their backs lined up with the backs of some other games in front of them creating a small wall. You could easily see movement between the cracks but nothing of great detail just whether people were close or not. 

I played a few games and then tried to teach her how to play. I was right behind her looking over her shoulder and began rubbing my pelvis up against her soft little ass. Most everyone was eating lunch in the other area of the place and we were well hidden so I decided to take a chance and score. No pun intended. 

I brought my feet to the outside of hers and told her to stand on them. Doing so spread her a bit more for me and raised her up some as well. I was already so hard and longing for release. Lifting up the back of her dress I could see her marked flesh and it made me that much more wanting. The board shorts I was wearing had one big button at the top and did have three smaller buttons to close the fly but two of those buttons were long since gone. Quickly I unbuttoned my fly, pulled my pulsing cock out and bending just a bit I felt with the head for her wet opening and pushed fast and hard inside to hilt. This was a maneuver of maybe three to five seconds. Pressed in firm I let her dress drop down again so that it reasonably covered her thighs from the side and I held myself hard up against her. 

She was still trying to play or pretending to at least but was now completely full and pressed hard up against the table. I peered around once more making sure the coast was clear. No one close by and I was ready to fuck her till I drained myself in her tight cunt. I put my hands over hers on the sides of the pinball table and started stroking in and out of her. I knew I had to be fast but she felt so good and tight on my bulging cock I wanted to really feel her wrapped around me. 

"Flex for me slut," I whispered. She started gripping my cock as I slid in and out and I didn't care anymore, I had to release myself. I started quickly pounding from behind. She moaned just a little but knew enough to stay quiet. I knew I was getting close and with still no one in sight I pushed her down some over the table, gripped her hips and with my new angle I could reach deeper and feel that back wall of her vagina. I held her like this for another minute before gripped and spreading her ass cheeks searching for just a bit more space to push my cock forward and came deep inside her hot little hole. 

After my last surge I quickly pulled out, rubbed myself off on her inner thighs and tucked my cock away once more. I pulled her back up and let her dress fall back to normal. 

"Mmmm thank you Sir, that was unexpected," she giggled and went to cup her hand under her sex to collect my gift. I stopped her hand, and shook my head...not this time. 

"That needed to happen, but we should probably head out back to camp if you want to hit the beach again today before sundown." 

I followed her out through the game room, and into the main dining area before we would come to the front exit. I left a sizable amount of cum in her and as I expected it was already beginning to run down her inner thigh. I could see it shimmer on her skin down to her inner knee. No one would ever know. She skipped along through the crowds of families and couples eating and talking like it was nothing, like there wasn't a line of hot cum working its way down her body. She made me proud. 

We got out to the car and when I came over to open her door, I leaned close and said, "You can clean up now slut." She leaned over and drew her fingers up her inner thigh and I watched as they disappeared up under her dress. She brought her hand back out, now wet and sticky, and commenced to lick herself clean like a cat. I opened the door for her and once inside she continued to clean for a moment making sure she didn't wet on my seat. It was time to head back to camp and rejoin all the people making their own memories out on the sand.



BDSM Beach Vacation Pt. 05



We got out to the car and when I came over to open her door, I leaned close and said, "You can clean up now slut." She leaned over and drew her fingers up her inner thigh and I watched as they disappeared up under her dress. She brought her hand back out, now wet and sticky, and commenced to lick herself clean like a cat. I opened the door for her and once inside she continued to clean for a moment making sure she didn't wet on my seat. It was time to head back to camp and rejoin all the people making their own memories out on the sand.

It is only a short drive back to the campsite and we are both feeling refreshed and rejuvenated after the release against the pinball game. When we arrive at the tent I put together a quick stiff drink of coke and 151 and before I am finished she has popped back out in her bikini, smiling and laughing as she takes the can of coke from me.

"Don't forget your pearls," I smiled at her, "you want to make a nice debut don't you?" Knowing for Molly it wasn't so much the thin red lines on her butt she wanted to show off but simply that she was there with me and wanted everyone to know that she belonged to me and was damn proud of it.

"Oh yes, thank you Sir. I can't believe I forgot," she trailed off as she ran off to find the small strand of black pearls to hang from her collar. Molly popped back with that big smile and I thought to myself she truly looks amazing. Her hair was still wild and tangled from all our adventures that day, her skin glowed with just the hint of tan and soft pink, her bikini top left little to the imagination but the way it pulled and tugged her breast together gave the small mounds a more pronounced cleavage, and that small triangular piece of burgundy fabric that covered her sweet snatch quickly raised my pulse. I knew as she did that if the fabric hadn't been as dark as it was that the outline of her lips would be painfully obvious. When aroused her inner lips tend to swell, and after continued use they tended to stay that way until given a chance to calm down. As I watched her grab for the sun tan lotion I smiled thinking she wasn't going to get that calm down. She started getting more suntan lotion on and then we lazily massaged each other with it until we were once again covered in a new coat of UV armor. I changed to swim trunks and in a matter of minutes we are walking back towards the boardwalk that led us out to the beach the night before. 

What a difference it makes in the day. We walk along the area with the high brush and can see what everything looks like there for the first time. There are areas that to walk just a step to the right or left would have dropped us into dark swampy ravine. Funny to think that just hours ago we were naked on this very spot. The thought of it made me swell just a bit.

Upon reaching the dune at the end of the boardwalk our feet were greeted with intensely hot sands and we made our way quickly towards the shoreline. Unlike last night or the empty beach over at Ocracoke, there were plenty of people out on the beaches off Hatteras and as we began our long walk down the surf she held tight to my hand. After just a minute or so I thought to stop.

"Molly, pick up that shell there for me." I motioned to a flat shell just a few feet in front of us. I watched as she walked over and bent down real slow to pick it up for me before bringing it back. She knew I wanted to watch her, and I was not alone. I just wanted to take a good look at her ass again to see how well she was still marked, but her slow bend and drop routine caught several eyes from men and women nearby. The lines, still visible, were fading and at this point had the look of her just sitting on something like a lattice chair for too long.

She was quickly at my side again practically clinging to me as her body basically collided with mine. "Here you are Sir, what's so special about this one?"

"It's flat," I laughed at her and tossed in towards the waves catching a few jumps. I quickly forgot again and again it was her first time at a beach. She feigned pouting at me because I threw away that which she just brought to me. "Try it, it's fun."

So all the way down the shoreline we stopped and picked up numerous shells to toss back into the ocean's mighty maw. After a bit she was starting to really get the hang of it and as we played in the surf I began to grow hungry for her flesh once more. I led her out into the ocean for a quick swim and I brought her out just far enough that my feet were flat on the ground but she was bopping up and down on her tip toes. Only my eyes were talking as I gave her silence for half a minute or more as I held onto her sides and stared into her. Then I quickly brought my lips to hers and forcefully my tongue found hers. She closed her eyes and clung to my body as I began to grope and rub her under the water.

This went on for over five minutes until I realized I would need to calm down some before returning to shore. I sent her back to the shore to sit for a minute and wait for me. She was too much of a sexual distraction at the moment to calm down. 

After a few minutes of swimming, I returned to the shore and with her hand in mine began walking back down the shoreline towards camp. I was still very aroused and even though I attempted to concentrate on the scene around me my cock remained full and swollen though thankfully not erect. Still it was rather pronounced as it slapped back and forth down the inner side of my right thigh. I wanted to stop and kiss her but I knew any sexual attention would cause me to rise and pull that side of my board shorts up with it so I refrained. 

Eventually we made it back onto the boardwalk and upon coming to the brush area again I did stop to kiss and fondle her body for a few minutes. I had time there to readjust myself so that my cock could now stand proudly in the middle in its struggle to break free.

We made it back to camp to grab our towels and I took that moment to make us another quick drink before we headed over to the showers. We shared a smoke and quickly downed the coke I had spiked with several shots. It was time to go get clean once more...but first we were going to get a little more dirty. The showers were full and we actually had to wait for an open stall which literally had Molly quivering with anticipation. She knew what was coming and as we stood there leaning against the rail by the showers I held her in front of me so that her body helped to hide my towering erection. Everyone around us oblivious to our condition as they argued or laughed or sighed with relief to feel the cooling waters of the shower once more. 

In minutes it was our turn and we quickly headed in and took off our clothes. This shower stall had a peg on the side so you could attach the pull down shower rope to and not have to hold it the whole time to keep the water going...perfect. I leaned in close to her and whispered, "Clean me slut." Quickly she was down to her knees and washing my cock off in the stream of cold water. She was feeling a little tipsy I could tell and she was taking her time running her wet fingers over every line and groove of my shaft. My balls were gently cared for repeatedly and she spent special attention on washing and rewashing the swollen head of my penis. 

She must have sensed the production of precum as she washed my head because soon she was tugging me to pull my cock out of the water stream and in seconds she was cleaning me again with her tongue. As I looked down I caught her eyes and seeing her tiny naked body lovingly worship me I wanted to give her a salty treat right then and there, but I had more in mind and I had to keep my focus. I let my hand find its way down to her head and collect a fist full of hair and I quickly brought her back up to my level. 

"Now clean yourself so I can watch," I said with a wink. As I leaned back against the cool concrete wall of the stall, she stepped forward into the cold shower spray and standing with legs spread, her eyes fixed on me while biting her lip, she began to stroke the cold incoming water over and into her hot swollen pussy lips. Soon she was spanking her cunt with handfuls of water and the sounds could have meant anything to the people on the outside but to me it was a form of mating call from a very dirty little girl. I raised my hand from my cock I had been lightly stroking and made a twirling gesture with my finger. She turned and bent over with arched back to give me a glorious view of her ass and her puffy lips peeking out from below it. Guiding a hand up from between her legs she started again washing herself for my amusement. Her fingers ran up and down slow and fast circling around the inner edges of her asscheeks, her puckering asshole, and of course back and forth over her unmistakably pronounced ruby red lips. As I stood and watched the show unfold before me in contrast to the sounds of happy little families carrying on just feet away, I knew it was time to let go and take her and make her wish she was somewhere she could scream.

I motioned for her to come to me which when she did I gripped her in a strong embrace and covered her mouth with mine. She rubbed her wet cool body hard against mine as our tongues went to war and there we lingered for a moment until I ran the hand I was slowly running up the side of her body found her throat and squeezed. I pulled my mouth away and tightened my grip on her slender throat. She stopped writhing against me but still pressed her body firmly against mine as I drew my lips close to her ear. 

"I am going to let go slut...surrender yourself but silently. Don't make me choke you." She knew what this meant, when I said to her I was going to let go, I was not referring to my grip but rather my sexual restraint. There would be no stopping me and while she relished these moments that I unleashed my animal nature upon her, she normally had the opportunity to let out something in vocal form...but she knew that would be improper at this place and time. She knew if I wasn't done quickly she would most likely begin to squeak and moan and that would mean I would have no choice but to strangle her vocal chords. 

There was a swift silent nod of her head...she was ready. I pushed her body away from mine using the grip I had on her throat and she stumbled back towards one corner of the stall. I held up one finger from my other hand in front of my lips and made a simple 'shhh" sound that we both got a smile out of. Then I took a full step forward and continued to push her forward into the corner. I grabbed one of her small breast in my hand and quickly lunged at her perky nipple with my mouth. Sinking my teeth in around her areola I sucked and licked at the nipple held firm between my teeth. Lowering my hand from her breast I grabbed and pulled one of her legs up so quick and violently that if I wasn't already pressing her into a corner she would have quickly fallen to the floor. Still no sound from her so I released my grip upon her throat and now used that hand to pinch and pull at her wet swollen labia. I thrust my fingers up inside her and at the same time bite deeper into the flesh of her nipple...a small gasp but no real sound. 

I began tugging her nipple away from her body with my teeth digging in tighter and tighter as I used my fingers to fervently rub over the tiny raised area along the upper wall of her vagina. The cool wet from the shower was quickly being replaced by silky hotness manufactured by a cunt in heat. I bit harder into her nipple, the faint acidic flavor of blood passed over my tongue and I decided it must be time to give the other nipple due treatment. She gasped upon my quick release but soon my mouth had found another small morsel. As I sunk my teeth deeper and deeper into her other nipple I did not let up on my finger strokes and I could feel her insides swelling more...she was close. However, fingers are no way to enjoy the majesty of a woman's internal orgasm and it was time to flip my little bitch around before she released on my hand. 

With one last tug from my teeth on her nipple, I released her to another soft gasping sound and quickly removed my hand from her crotch. She let out a pitiful sorrowful sound as I spun her around to face the corner but quickly my hand was upon her again...this time covering her mouth. As I kicked her legs further apart, I pushed my fingers laden with pussy juice between the lips of her mouth and soon she began to suck like they were a pacifier. I pushed her lower back forward with my other hand to arch her further into the corner and then used it to guide the head of my cock to her vaginal opening still quivering on the edge of orgasm. Then I let go...

I broke into her with a fury and inside a minute she was squeezing my cock with orgasmic relief and moaning into my hand that I held tight over her mouth. I stared down at her tiny shining ass as she continued to squeeze against the girth that was my cock. It was time for something more, and I was seconds away from taking it.

Molly being of small frame could accommodate my large penis in her asshole, but it was typically painful upon entry unless she was really wasted and so I normally reserved such treatment as a sexual discipline. But right then, surrounded by so many people, knowing it would be pushing her to the brink not to make any noise, I looked down and knew I had to have it.

I slid my hand down from her mouth back to her throat and squeezed making sure my grip was good and then I slide myself out with my other hand and positioned my pussy juice coated cock head to the entrance of her tiny puckering rosebud. She felt it there and with an instant froze and let out a small sad moan. I responded by gripping her throat harder as I pushed hard against her opening with my head and felt it slowly slide forward until..."pop"

I was in.

I kept my grip hard on her throat as I began to work my cock deeper and deeper into her tight hot chamber. I could feel the vibration in her throat as her body attempted to let out various moans and cries but it was no use. Soon I was almost all the way inside her and sliding my long shaft in and out and as I glanced down to see myself spreading her open so far it only fueled my fire. I closed my eyes and broke into her until I came somewhere deep up in her rectum. I honestly couldn't even tell you how long it went on. I had let go.

It wasn't until I felt myself slowly being pushed out of her ass that I came to and slowly released my grip from her throat. She gasped hard several times as I grabbed her sides to help hold her up and slowly turn her to face me. She was off in space too, a blank half panicked stare was on her face but soon as she glanced down to see my shrinking but still flexing cock I caught a smile escape her lips. She looked up slowly into my eyes and whispered, "Feel better Sir?" 

"Mmmmm, yes I do," I said as she once more stood on her own and made her way back under the water to wash herself. It was the first time I noticed but her throat showed signs of red and purple and I knew I must have really done a job on her. "You ok Molly?"

She leaned forward for my hand and then guided me to the water with her where she started massaging and cleaning my cock in the stream, "Happy...happy is what I am Sir. Sore...hell yeah, but I get the feeling that needed to happen, huh?" She smiled coyly at me.

"Apparently it did," I managed to get out as she continued to stroke at my tender cock with what now felt like freezing water.

"Well, then...if it needed to happen, I am so happy you happened on me," she giggled.

We continued to wash off, but we really needed to get out of there. It had been like fifteen minutes already and I was even more concerned how those bruises on her neck might look in the light of the sun. We finished up, grabbed our towels, dried off a bit, and headed back out into the real world. 

The sun was beginning to drop much lower on the horizon and dusk had arrived. We walked past a few groups of people who were all very busy in their own affairs. In a minute we were back in the tent, sitting naked, and staring into one another. She was bruised but not badly and there was a certain twinkle in her eye of excitement still there. It wasn't until I grabbed for a pair of boxers and her hand stopped mine that I got it. She was still horny, her swollen cunt was desperate for more...so desperate she was willing to push for it.

"Please, can we just lay down for a few minutes before going back out. I don't need much, I just want you inside me for a bit longer. You can just lay back if you want...please."

There was nothing left in my balls, but my cock began to stiffen with her sweet suggestion and she handled herself so well I had no intention of denying her such pleasure. I slowly turned and laid onto my back to spread my legs and she crawled up in between them. She stroked and licked at my shaft and balls until I was once more thick and erect. She gave a quick glance up at me, "Go ahead slut and you may climb on." 

As she slowly mounted my cock and those hot creamy lips once more surrounded me, I got the feeling that this was going to be a long night and that by the end of it I was going to sleep well.



BDSM by the Book



I was rather slow when it came to dating. My love life moved at glacial speed until I met my wife. In high school I was skinny and too short to be any good at sports. At school and in the town I grew up in outside Sioux City, I got pushed around a lot by other boys, all of which translated into a lack of confidence. Particularly around women.

When I got to college I felt like the only virgin on campus. I heard other guys brag about their conquests, but really didn't get it. I guess I must be old-fashioned. I always thought you met the right girl, married her, and settled down. 

Another reason I got picked up on is that I am a Sioux Indian. I have always been proud of my heritage, and have always kept my beautiful black hair long, down to my shoulder blades. Over the years people have always mistaken me for a guitar player. Or a girl.

To get away from my crappy childhood, I went to college in the east, to State University. I lived in the dorms, in a quad, with three other roommates. One of roommates was a poor black kid named Doug from Newark, New Jersey. He was 6'4" and on a basketball scholarship. He was a good looking man, with loads of personality. Even though he was a year younger than me, he had more sex with girls in a weekend than I had experienced my entire life. He was everything that I was not. I could not help but look up to him.

For some reason Doug took pity on me, and actually hung out with me on occasion. He laughed the first time we were in line at the dorm cafeteria and the cashier called me "Miss." 

"Doesn't that piss you off?" he asked. "That would make me nuts." 

I just shrugged and blushed. "I'm not a big, macho guy like you."

"Maybe you should cut your hair off dude," Doug said. "You're such a small fry, and with that long doo, it's no wonder half the campus thinks you're a chick."

"I don't want to cut my hair," I said. "It's an Indian thing."

Doug and I took our cafeteria trays to a table and sat down. "I don't know Denny. You need to get out of the Indian game and into the dating game. You dig?"

"Girls don't like me."

"Dude, you're in college away from home and you spend all day in our dorm room, playing Sony Playstation," Doug said as he munched on a rock hard piece of pizza. "You come out with me to the Delta Tau House this Saturday night. I'm going to get you F'd up. And I'm going to get you laid. A'ight?"

I gulped nervously. "Sure!" I said. 

That Saturday night, at the Delta Tau frat party, I only pretended to drink all the plastic cups of beer Doug kept feeding me. When he wasn't looking, I poured them in a plant.

Toward the end of the night, Doug put his strong arm around the neck of a wobbly, drunken junior named Nancy O'Hara. 

"Yo my man Dennis. This is Nancy. She is digging you man. Ain't you Nancy? You like my roommate Denny here, now, don't ya?"

The girl's eyes tried to focus on me. She could have been cute if her long brown hair didn't look so wild and she didn't smell so much like beer. She looked like a drunken Janis Joplin. I'd actually seen Nancy around before. She'd been in my English Comp I class freshman year. In class she'd spoke with intelligence and confidence. I think she was even Pre Med and a sorority girl. 

"Oh yeah," the girl slurred. "You want to walk me home? I've got a TV. You want to watch some Seinfeld reruns?"

Using a very slick dance move, Doug spun Nancy around, so that she landed at my side. He gave me a thumbs up, and mouthed the words, Go for it dude! 

So I walked Nancy the two blocks down Allen Street to her place at Highland Towers. Holding her up, and keeping her from falling (too much) turned out to be quite a challenge.

Once we were inside her two-room efficiency apartment, she staggered toward the bathroom. "Turn on the TV," she said. "I need to puke."

I hadn't had a Seinfeld fix in six months – so the lure of Nancy's 19" Sony, was a great incentive to stay. Waiting on the couch in the dark, I played with the remote. Just when I thought maybe Nancy had passed out, and I was thinking about leaving, she reappeared. Her brown hair was wet from a shower, and she wore a red and black checkered flannel robe. She seemed revived, and smelled of clean soap.

To get my complete attention, she stood in front of the TV. With a grin, she let her robe drop to the floor. Nor was she wearing a stitch of clothes, not even panties!

"You look like a rock star," she said, eyes narrowing as she strutted naked right up to me. "And you're wearing too much clothes."

I nearly fell backwards off the couch. Cleaned up, Nancy wasn't half bad looking, in a hard sort of way. She had a pleasant round Irish face, pale freckled skin, square hips, and a tattoo of a black heart over her milky left breast.

"Come on cutie pie," she said, "let's see what you're packin' for momma." Her eyes drilled through my clothes, like she was trying to use her eyes like x-ray vision to see beneath my pants. 

Nancy joined me on the couch in a swirl of shampoo, squeaky clean skin, and wet hair. Grabbing my shirt, she pulled it off. She tugged on my belt, unwrapping me like a birthday present. I watched frozen on the couch as she unzipped my fly, and peeled down my jeans like the skin from a banana.

In just my jockey shirts, jeans bunched up around my ankles, Nancy pushed me back on the sofa and climbed on top of me. She began kissing me, with full, thick, saliva drenched lips. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere, invading me, exploring my tonsils. 

As I fought to get my breath, her body thrashed and danced against me like she was a stripper working a pole. Nancy was my height, but twenty pounds heavier, and rather than turning me on, she was knocking the wind out of me. Her fingers fumbled inside my shorts, trying to find my penis – which was trying to escape by crawling back up inside my body.

"Jesus, where it is?" Nancy said, breaking free of my lips. "Do you even have one?" she giggled. "Maybe you really are a girl."

"What are you talking about. I'm a man!"

The brown-eyed co-ed laughed as she found my member. "Not by much!" She began squeezing my frightened flesh like she was milking a cow. "God, I never felt one this small before. And it's not even hard."

Mortified, I wiggled and squirmed beneath her, trying to catch my breath.

She yanked down my undershorts. "Damn! You don't even have any hair on your body. I'm not going to get into trouble for molesting a minor, am I? What are you ... like twelve or something?"

"I'm twenty-one!" I said.

"God, you're tinier than my little brother," she laughed. "I'm sorry, but I've just never seen one this small before." She tried pulling at it, trying to masturbate me. "Why can't you get hard? Are you gay or something? Don't you like me? Aren't I attractive to you? Do you want to touch my breasts? Come on. I want to see if it gets any bigger."

Wiggling out from under her, I pushed her hand away and tugged up my underwear. "Please! Stop!"

Nancy chuckled, and let me slide out from under her. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. I'm just a little disappointed, that's all. I was hoping to get laid tonight. But if you can't get it up..."

Feeling about ready to cry, I pulled up my pants and quickly drew my shirt over my head, and jumped from the couch. I wanted to run away.

Nancy picked up her robe, pulling it on, closing it over her nude form. "Don't worry," she smiled. "Tonight won't be a total loss. My girlfriends at the sorority are going to laugh their asses off when I tell them this story."

Nancy's laughter ringing in my ears, I stumbled out the door. 

She leaned out in the hall and watched me run from her. "Good night... Casanova!"

I practically fell down the stairwell in my hurry to escape. 

Great. Just great. My one opportunity to have sex, and I blew it, completely and utterly. And to make matters worse Nancy must have told the story to ever girl on campus, because I spent the rest of senior year on my own. 

Things got worse. After what happened with Nancy, I refused to go to any more parties with Doug. While Doug went out and met all kinds of beautiful girls, all I did at night was stay in our dorm room. Alone, I could not help but think about Nancy dropping her robe in front of me... her full breasts... her hand inside my pants. Whenever I thought about this – I got immediately aroused! 

A bit too late to do any good, but I could not help but touch myself and masturbate. One night, while I was sitting at my desk chair, looking at some porno on the internet of naked co-eds, one of my other roommates, a freshman named Hank from Altoona, returned home earlier than usual and caught me with my dick in my hand.

When he turned on the light and saw what I was doing, he burst out laughing. He turned the light back out, and said, "I'll let you finish your business and be back later dude."

Mortified, unable to even finish what I was doing, I turned off the computer, and shoved my penis back into my pants. Oh my God!

The rest of my senior year could not go by fast enough. Hank obviously told Doug and the rest of the guys in the dorm, so that I basically spent the rest of the year trying to be invisible.

After college I got a job at an engineering firm, where I met my future wife, Jody. Thank God. I was so thankful that no one at the office knew of my college experience. It was like starting a whole new life, with a clean slate on dating. A second chance at romance!

Jody was older than me by seven years, and was the marketing manager at the firm. She was already well established, had her M.B.A., her own home, a good income, and a lot of respect and friends within the company and community.

Admittedly, Jody was a little overweight. By about 30 pounds. And she dressed like an old school marm and wore her dirty blond hair in a conservative style. But Jody had an incredibly beautiful, angelic face. Her features reminded me of Jody Foster. Plain to some, but beautiful to me. She sung in the local church choir, and was involved in a half dozen professional organizations, which she admitted to me, she only did them to fill her time, because she didn't have a husband.

We met, and although I was only a junior graphic designer in the advertising department, we quickly realized there was a unique chemistry between us. We found ourselves drawn to one another in a most magical way. 

We began eating lunch together every day, going out to movies, bowling, and going to the beach together. Within a few month's time were inseparable. By a year's time I considered Jody my best friend. And after two years, after much begging on my part, Jody agreed to marry me. 

For thirteen years Jody and I lived an extremely normal, routine life. We decided against children, and raised a cat instead. I though our sex life was fantastic. To me, Jody was just incredible, and I loved every minute with her. Of course, like with most married couples, I suppose our sex life became pretty routine. We did it once a week, every Saturday night, in the same missionary position, with no real variations.

During those 13 years, I thought everything was perfectly fine with our love life. At times it seemed to me that Jody went through the motions of our weekly couplings as if it were a routine she did like making dinner, but she never said anything, so I thought everything was just perfect.

Then suddenly Jody hit 40 and her sexual appetite noticeably increased. I'd always been the one to initiate our weekly bouts, and I'd always traditionally been on top. After her 40th birthday, I noticed Jody was constantly trying to get me to go down on her... something I'd done only rarely, but I'd never realized she enjoyed it so much. And if I was tired and said I had a headache or wasn't in the mood, Jody got pissy with me! 

Jody had always been beautiful to me, but after 13 years she'd put on even more weight, till she was tipping the scale at 180 pounds. Which had never bothered me, skinny or with a little extra meat on her shapely butt, I loved my wife with all my heart and soul. 

But now suddenly at 40, Jody seemed to go through a Renaissance. She went on a diet, and for once she stuck to it. She became incredibly driven and started going to the gym three times a week, working out, swimming, and taking aerobics and yoga classes.

In nine months time, she looked like an entirely different woman. She'd dropped 50 pounds, and at 5'8", 130 pounds, she'd never looked better in her life.

For the first time since I'd known my wife, she began taking a sudden interest in fashion, and clothes, makeup and shoes. She got her hair and nails done every week. She even started wearing sexy dresses, hip-hugger jean flares and sexy heels that strapped up her calves. 

Here Jody was 40, but looked 28, and pulled it off magnificently. There was a bounce in her step and a confidence in her eyes that made me feel incredibly proud of her. Admittedly, married to Jody for 20 years, I couldn't have been happier or more in love. It felt like the perfect life.

The next thing I know Jody announced she was having a Sex Toy party at our house. I really didn't think too much of it, till the night of the party arrived, and my wife told me, "I think you'd better go out to the movies or something darling. I don't think you're going to want to stick around for this. The women are going to get pretty wild." She laughed. "I doubt you would be safe."

Just then the doorbell rang. "Your guests must be arriving," I said. "I'll just go down to the Regal and catch a flick."

"It's probably Nancy, the hostess," Jody said opening the door.

It was Nancy all right. Nancy O'Hara.

The past 13 years had been good to Nancy. She was decked out like a Dominatrix, all in black leather, with 4" heels on her knee high boots. She was in great shape, and dressed as she was, she reminded me of Bette Paige. Later I would find out from Jody, she'd met Nancy in her yoga class.

"Good to see you again," she grinned, shaking my hand vigorously. "I wondered if you might be the same Denny Crowe I knew in college."

Jody pushed me out the door. "I talk to you later darling," she said giving me a peck on the cheek.

I stood outside on my front step, speechless. I just stood there for a few minutes as if paralyzed. Nancy O'Hara was a sex toy hostess? And she was talking to my beloved wife! Oh my God. I thought I'd escaped my embarrassing college years. If Nancy dredged them up and tried to ruin my marriage... I'd... I'd...

I sat in the movie theater not even watching the picture. It was a comedy but I didn't feel much like laughing. It could have been in French, I wouldn't have known. I sat there staring at the screen, replaying over and over in my mind the train wreck of an evening I'd spent with Nancy in her apartment...

After the party and the ladies had cleared out I came home to find Jody cleaning up from the party. Cocktail glasses and empty beer bottles littered the den. My heart dropped. There was Nancy sitting in my chair, legs crossed, grinning at me.

"Ah, she's home," Nancy said. "Stop Jody. Get your little hubby to do it."

Jody blushed at me. "Would you mind helping me darling?" Jody asked.

"Sit down, and let him do it," Nancy commanded. "He's been out sitting down at a movie, while you've been running ragged serving your guests. Take a break. Denny, will you please finish cleaning up. Wash the dishes. And empty the trash."

I looked at my wife, who could only shrug. My face reddened at being ordered around like this in my own house. Fuming, I picked up a martini glass, and empty bowl of chips and carried them into the kitchen.

Behind me, I heard Nancy say, "See. Was that so hard? He was born to serve. And you my princess, were born to rule."

Quietly, I cleaned up the den and kitchen while the two women chatted in the other room. Unfortunately they whispered, so I couldn't hear much. Finally, Nancy left. I heard her say, "Just read the book. It's all in the book."

Afterwards we retired to our bedroom, where we both began getting undressed and ready for bed. As I stepped out of my shoes, I noticed a new hardback on Jody's night stand.

As Jody went back and forth in and out of the bathroom, getting washed up and changed, I picked up the book. "Female Supremacy by Edith Scarsdale," I read. "Honey? What's this all about?"

"What do you think," Jody said undressing and pulling on her shortie nightgown. "Look what else I bought." She lay seven pairs of women's panties on our bed... each with a day of the week written across the front... all of them appeared to be standard women's bikini underwear, except for Saturday's which was made of see-through black nylon mesh.

"Very sexy," I said. "Can't wait to see you in the black one's."

"No silly, they're not for me, I bought them for you. From Nancy. She suggested them."

"What!?"

"Oh come on Denny, let's have a little fun. Our sex life has been so vanilla for years. Let's put a little spice into our life. We don't have any kids. We can do whatever we want for a change. Remember how we used to make love outside in the pool? We haven't done anything romantic like that in years."

"And you think me wearing women's underwear is romantic?"

Jody grinned at me devilishly. "Nancy said she thought you would look quite sexy in them, and I agree. I can't wait to see you in them."

"What else did you and Nancy talk about?" I asked nervously.

Evasively, not looking me in the eyes, Jody pulled back the sheets on our bed. "I don't want to talk about that right now. Let's just say that she's given me a couple of very good ideas on how we can spice up our love life."

"Our love life is fine! It doesn't need spicing!"

Jody looked at me incredulously, like I had to be joking. "Honey, come on, you have to admit, our sex life is pretty boring. We've been doing it in the missionary position for the last 13 years! You have absolutely no interest anymore. You just go through the motions. I feel like I have to practically beg you to go down on me."

"That's not true!" I said defensively. "I look forward to it the nights we make love! Jody, you know how much I love you. I'd do anything for you."

"You would?"

"You know I would. I'd walk though fire for you."

Jody chuckled. "Alrighty then. That means you won't have any trouble throwing away your nasty old skidmark underwear, and wearing these panties for me. Right?"

Shaking my head, I sighed and agreed. "Okay dear." If it made Jody happy, it made me happy. "But that's as far as I'm going!" I cried. "I don't want to get into any of this weird, kinky sex stuff."

"Of course darling. Oh, and something else," Jody added. "We're going to read that book. Female Supremacy by Edith Scarsdale. Nancy told me she and her husband Doug read it together, and it totally saved their marriage."

"Doug?" I asked. No, it couldn't be. Not my old college roommate? "Nancy didn't say whether her husband was black or not, did she?"

"No, she didn't," Jody replied. "Why, do you know him? Do you want me to ask?"

I shook my head no, and shuddered. I looked at the book in my hands. Beneath the title was the subhead, which I read out loud: "Female Supremacy. A look at female dominate and male submissive relationships." 

I opened the cover to the table of contents and read through the headings. "Chapter one, The Submissive Male Sissy... Chapter two, Female Domination Through Discipline... honey, are you sure you know what you're getting into?"

Jody's eyes narrowed. "Of course. I know exactly what I'm doing. We're going to read that book together. Starting tonight. Put on a pair of your panties, and let's get into bed and read the first chapter together out loud. It'll be fun."

We did too. I wasn't sure I was completely buying everything this Scarsdale women wrote. She threw around all kinds of statistical figures, claiming women college graduates were up... males were down. Women were naturally smarter... stronger... more suited to command. To listen to Edith Scarsdale, you'd think all women were the superior gender for a million and one reasons. And just as naturally, all males were good for – was serving women.




BDSM by the Book



As we read, Jody slipped her hand into the pair of blue silk panties I was wearing, and began fondling me. By the time she'd finished the last paragraph, I was extremely aroused, and wanted nothing more than to mount my lady love, and make short, sweet love to her.

She tossed the book aside as we kissed. Jody seemed more passionate, more excited than I had ever seen her before.

When I tried to climb on top of her – she resisted. 

"No darling," she said, pushing me away.

"What!?" I cried. "You have me so turned on. I want to make love to you."

"I know you do, but I don't want you to."

"Don't you enjoy..? We both can..."

"No."

"No what?" I asked incredulously. "You don't like it when we make..?"

Jody fluffed her pillow, and sat up in bed. "No, quite honestly, I don't."

"Jody, I can't believe you waited thirteen years to tell me this! What? You don't have an orgasm when I make love to you?"

My wife looked at me sadly, and nodded her head. "Not once Denny." 

Talk about a stake through the heart. "You've been faking it all these years!?"

She shrugged. "I'm sorry. You just don't do it for me that way."

I gulped and sat up too. My head was spinning. To find out that the woman of my dreams, my beloved wife had never... "Not even..?"

Jody shook her head. "Not even once."

For the first time in years, I felt like I wanted to cry. My wife pulled me into her arms and lovingly hugged me close. "Oh darling, don't get upset. I'm sorry, I really am. But don't take it so hard. I love you dearly, and you've given me a great deal of pleasure. Honestly you have."

"I have?" I sniffled.

"Oh yes darling, the things you can do with your tongue. Can't you tell? And the way you touch me with your fingers." Her face grew flustered. "You turn me on with your fingers, better than I can turn me on myself."

"Really!?" I asked with some surprise. "But I thought all of that was just foreplay for the main event. I thought that when I made love to you, that you..."

Jody cut in, "Well you thought wrong darling. And now, since we're reading Edie Scarsdale's book, I thought it was time you found out the truth."

I gulped. "So this means you don't want to make love tonight? Can't I at least..."

Jody lifted her eyebrows, and shook her head. "No darling, not tonight, or ever again. I'm sorry. It's just a waste of time. Not unless we can do something about your penis."

"What's wrong with my penis!?"

My wife winced, looking at me carefully, quite obviously not wanting to hurt my feelings. "Well darling, to be quite truthful... it's kind of small. I never said anything, well, because I didn't want to give you a complex. That's why I just kept my mouth shut all those years. I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

I blushed hotly, utterly crushed at the thought that I did not possess the physical equipment to adequately satisfy my beloved spouse.

"I was talking to Nancy," Jody said delicately, "and she said we can buy some sort of an extension. You just fit it over your..."

Shaking my head, covering my ears with my hands, I cried out for her to, "Please stop! Can we just not talk about this right now?"

My pretty wife slid down underneath the sheets, and held out her arms to me. "Of course my darling. Come here."

We hugged, and as her arms wrapped around me, I knew that she still loved me, and that everything would be all right. Her hand slipped back inside my women's briefs, and began fondling me once again.

"Please don't think I don't like the little soldier," Jody smiled. "He gets excited quite fast... and you get wonderfully hard. I love the way you feel in my hand, when I'm stroking you up and down."

My breaths came faster as her hand moved faster. Remembering what she'd said, likewise, I slid my own hand inside my wife's underwear. She was soaked.

She blushed slightly, and admitted, "Reading that book really turned me on. You have no idea how much fun we're going to have together. I cannot wait to read the next chapter!"

With that she kissed me. After thirteen years, the two of us were experts at pleasing one another with our fingers. We brought one another to the most glorious mutual climax, after which we drifted peacefully to sleep in one another's arms.

The next night when I got into bed, wearing a pair of red cotton panties, Jody was already waiting for me, wearing one of her sexy, see-through black teddies that she'd bought from Victoria's Secrets.

Once I'd snuggled up to her side, by candlelight Jody read, "Chapter two Female Domination Through Discipline."

"I don't think I'm going to like this part. Why don't you skip this chapter."

"Oh no. This chapter is crucial." Jody looked at me and batted her eyelashes. From beneath the covers she brought one of our ping pong paddles and laid it on her lap.

"What is that for!?" I asked nervously.

"Before this night is over, I'm going use this on you," she said simply.

"What for!?" I cried. "It's not like I've done anything wrong."

My wife thought for a moment. "Yes you have. You made love to me for thirteen years without ever once giving me an orgasm. I'm going to beat your ass raw, for making me go through with that... to have to pretend to enjoy it... when I really wanted to..."

"To what!?" I asked, horrified.

Jody looked at me, her eyes glistening. "I wanted to laugh!"

"To laugh!?" I almost cried.

"That's horrible!"

Jody wrapped her arms around my shoulders and tried to keep me from moving away. She pulled me to her side. "Oh my sweet darling, I'm sorry, but it is so true. You don't know how many times you've been on top of me... the same old position... the same old three grunts right before you came. After a while, I just had to laugh, or I wouldn't have been able to go through with it."

I whimpered in her arms. My male ego had not only been trampled, it had been run over by a steam roller.

Jody read, "The quickest way to put your husband into his place, is by placing him over your lap, and giving him an old fashioned over-the-knee spanking. You'll find it rather amazing how quickly this simple act will bring out his submissive nature. Some women hold weekly review sessions, where they review their husband's behavior, and if he's been grouchy or insensitive they use it as a reason to resort to corporal punishment. Other women find they do it simply because it excites them to break their down their husband's macho defenses..."

After we read chapter two, Jody was good to her word, and made me lay across her lap on our bed. Just assuming the position, over her thighs was quite humiliating. I nearly died when she peeled down my panties, and caressed my bare bottom.

"You have the cutest ass," she said almost reverently. "You have no idea how adorable your bottom looks in your new panties. I do hope you realize that after a while I am going to throw away all of your boy underwear. I want you in women's bikinis, the French cut, and the new boy panties. We're going to get you nylon panties, silk and lace ones... you have no idea how much seeing you in them turns me on."

Initially I thought about objecting to throwing my men's underwear away, but considering the position I was in, I found myself saying softly, "Yes dear."

She picked up the ping pong paddle, and gave my bottom a hesitant swat. When I sighed in relief, she gave me another... a little harder... and a little bit harder now... and a little bit harder... until I was squirming and trying not to scream.

Finally, after about a dozen blows, I could take it no more, and tried twisting my arm behind my back to protect my reddening bottom.

"That's enough!" I said.

"That's hardly anything at all, you big sissy!"

"It's been a long time since I've been spanked!" I cried. "Please, stop! Please give me a rest before you..."

With a lusty growl, Jody brought the paddle down harder than ever before. "We've been doing things your way the last 13 years in the bedroom, and look where it got us." She continued wailing away on my bottom, hitting each cheek squarely in the center. "I'm taking over now. We're going to be doing things my way in the future."

She punctuated each word with a swift blow from her paddle.

I shrieked in pain. "Please no more!"

For the next fifteen minutes, my wife continued to wail on my poor backside. It was as if she was letting loose 13 years of frustration... 13 years of revenge. As she continued to flail away, I began to break down. My walls, my defenses, completely crumbled, as I squirmed, begged and cried for her to please stop.

Eventually her arm tired, and she lay the paddle aside. By the time she was finished she was breathing hard, and I was sobbing.

"God, that was hot," she said throatily. There could be no doubt that spanking me had aroused her to a degree she'd never experienced before.

Grabbing me by the hair, she yanked me to my knees, and like she was guiding our vacuum cleaner, she directed my mouth to her crotch. "See how much I enjoyed that." She was soaked. Wetter than I'd ever felt her before. She moaned loudly, as I stuck out my tongue and began to lap at her sweet nectar. "In the future... I have a feeling... we're going to be doing this... a lot."

Lifting my head up from my wife's open thighs, I cried, "That's not fair! You can't just spank me for no reason."

Jody's eyes were narrow slits. As my tongue went back to work lapping at her clitoris, her entire body undulated with pleasure. "It excites me. That's a reason," my wife said. Her eyes closed as she approached orgasm. "But you're right." She moaned softly. "I'll tell you what. Once a week..." Her hips began to push back at my face, mashing her pubic bone against my mouth. "... we'll review your behavior. And if you've been bad..." Her voice rose as her entire body tensed. "...you'll get a paddling." With that, she cried out breathlessly, grunted several times, and collapsed among her pillows.

She lay there, entirely still, eyes closed, mouth open... as if in a trance.

I wiped my mouth on the sheets, and snuggled up against her side. "And if I am good?" I asked. "What then?" What reward? Maybe then I would get to make love to my beautiful, sexy, sweet wife...

"If you're good," Jody said smiling, dreamily, "... you'll still get spanked. I'm going to spank you anyway. Just because it turns me on."

"You can't do that," I objected. "That's not fair! If I'm good, I think you should let me do what I want to do for a change."

Jody laughed loudly, like I'd made a hilarious joke. "If you think you're going to climb on top of me like you used to," my wife said, rolling away from me to her side of the bed, "you'd better get that silly thought right out of your head. Those days are over. I make the rules now." Jody snuggled up against her pillow. 

"What a minute," I cried. "You can't go to sleep. What about me? I just gave you an orgasm. When do I get my turn?"

My wife chuckled, her eyes closing, heavy with sleep. "You've had your turn... for the last 13 years. The next 13 years... it's my turn. This is a little payback for all the nights you had your orgasm and went to sleep, and didn't care one bit about satisfying me."

"But I thought I was pleasing you! You admit you were faking it all those years. This is just completely unfair!"

Jody yawned, and pulled the covers up to her chin. "Waa! Waa! Waa! Whine, whine, whine. You're starting to sound like a wife already. Shut up and just go to sleep."

Simmering in anger, I turned my back to my wife, and hugged my own pillow. That was it. I would refuse to read any more of the book. Enough of these silly games. I wanted our life to go back to the way it used to be. 

Eventually I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the days when I had been the one on top... when we made love every Saturday night right after the 11:00 news. Okay, so it was a little routine. But I had loved just being inside my wife. She couldn't be serious. She had to let me make love to her again, or I would just die!

The next night, once again Jody was waiting in bed, this time wearing a black corset with garter belts and black fishnet stockings, and looking intoxicatingly sexy. 

Out of protest I wore a pair of my male boxer shorts to bed. When I tried to get into bed, Jody forbid it. "Don't you dare!" Jody said firmly and pointed me to my dresser. "Put on a pair of your panties, this minute, or I'll put you over my knee again – right now!"

Wanting to argue, but afraid of the paddle, grumbling I did as I was told, putting on the yellow pair marked Tuesday. When I finally climbed into bed beside her and that damned book, she gave my bottom a playful swat.

"Can't we forget about the book for one night, and just go to sleep!?"

"No! You promised! We're reading a chapter every night. It's not a big book. Come on. We'll take turns reading out loud like we did last night. It will be fun."

"I'm afraid to look at what she has to say next," I said gloomily.

"You're right," Jody admitted. "You're not going to like it. So before we start reading, I want to put some restraints on you."

"What!?"

I watched as Jody pulled a pair of leather handcuffs out from beneath the bed sheets. "I bought these from Nancy earlier today," she said examining how they worked.

"Jody, really now. Hasn't this gone just a bit too far?"

"Just put your hands behind your back," my wife said. She fit the leather cuffs around my wrist, and hooked them together behind my back.

"Now I can't exactly hold the book like this, can I?" I said.

"Don't you worry about a thing," Jody said merrily. "I'll take care of everything.

Here. You read. It's your turn."

Laying on her side she held book open with one hand, while she encouraged me onward by sliding her other hand into my panties and playing with my balls.

Struggling to control my voice and not to moan, I read out loud, "Chapter three, Enforced Male Chastity and Orgasm Denial." I looked at my wife in shock. "Good Lord Jody, you can't be serious. This is completely insane."

"Keep reading!"

Whimpering, I continued, "If left unsupervised, a male will masturbate at least once a day. Depending on his testosterone levels, he may masturbate 2-4 times a day. When you control your husband's penis, you control his life. And when you control his orgasms, he will become most delightfully submissive to your every whim. If he pouts... whines... or gives you any back talk, all you have to do is increase the length of time between his orgasms. Use these techniques long enough, and you'll find your husband will become quite agreeable to anything your heart desires." 

I struggled with my bonds, wanting to close the book. "This is ridiculous! I can't go on!"

"I'll read for a while." My wife pulled another one of her surprises out from beneath the bed sheets. This time it was a black velvet pouch with CB-2000 written on the side in gold letters.

"What is that?" I asked nervously.

"You'll see," Jody said removing her hand from my panties and reading. 

Read she did. It was horrifying. This woman Edith Scarsdale had the insane idea that the best way for a wife to subjugate her husband was by putting his penis under lock and key in some sort of Medieval chastity device. She actually recommended that a man be allowed only one orgasm a week – although she claimed that a lot of women preferred two weeks or even longer!

"I think we'll start you off with one a week," Jody said as she finally closed the book. "Let's see, your last one was three nights ago. So you'll get your next one this coming Friday."

I really didn't see how she was going to enforce this edict, until she spilled the contents of the CB-2000 pouch on the bed between us. There were a number of clear plastic parts... pins... rings... and a tiny little padlock.

With my hands bound behind my back, I was helpless to do a thing, but watch in horrified fascination as my wife began to encase my poor penis in a clear cage-like device. She fit the pieces together like she was building a Lego prison around my cock.

Her touch brought an immediate reaction from my body. My manhood stood proudly, defying the clear plastic hood that was meant to fit over the head. Jody kept trying to jam the hood down over the head, but it just wouldn't fit.

"Make it go down," she said determinedly.

"If you masturbate me, it will go down," I said hopefully.

"You wish," she laughed. "I told you. You don't get another orgasm till next Friday."

"But that's four days!"

Jody seemed to be finding the terrified look on my face quite amusing. As I lay there with my hands bound behind my back, with a clear plastic ring fitted around the base of my cock, Jody laughed and climbed from the bed. I struggled with the cuffs, quite uselessly, while Jody ran barefoot to the kitchen. I listened as she opened the refrigerator. Maybe she was thirsty and wanted a drink.

She returned with a wash rag. I gasped as she held a handful of ice to my balls! I could not help but squeal and squirm in shock and pain. It was like taking a freezing cold shower. It was so cold I could feel my flesh retracting inside myself.

"That's much better," Jody said, sliding the clear plastic hood over my shriveled penis. She fit the pins through the ring, and snapped closed the lock.

Once it was on, both of us stared at my crotch. My poor frightened penis looked like a caged and wrinkled little old man behind a set of clear plastic bars. I looked at my wife wildly, "This is starting to go a little too far Jody. I don't like this one bit..."

My wife smiled at me soothingly, caressed my face, and kissed me. "Don't worry my darling. If you are a good boy, and I take it off on Friday... after waiting a week... think about it... the release is going to be incredible."

"What if I get in a car accident?" I said uncertainly. "What if I have to go to the hospital? What if I go to the pool and..."

"What if wearing it, turns your wife on," Jody said, licking her lips, kissing me. She broke away fiercely. "Knowing that you are completely under my control, just gets me so hot. Come here!" She grabbed my hair almost violently, and shoved my face down between her thighs. "You know the drill!"

Once again, like the previous night, I lapped and licked at my wife's sopping wet pussy till she experienced a loud, mattress shaking orgasm. Like before, she came so hard, she seemed to black out for a minute or so.

And much like the night before, within minutes Jody was fast asleep, while I lay there, frustrated and wearing this ridiculous piece of plastic around my privates. I wanted to rip it off, but with my hands still restrained behind my back, there was absolutely nothing I could do, but lay there trying not to get upset.

In the morning, Jody woke quite cheerful and refreshed. As she unlocked my wrists she apologized for forgetting and leaving them on. When I asked about the CB-2000, and for her to please take that off too, she shook her head negatively.

"No my darling, that stays on. Till Friday." When I went to object, she held up a hand, motioning for me to be quiet. "Think twice before you say another word. Because if you so much as try to take off your chastity belt, I will add another week. So don't say a word. Just think about that for a minute."

I did, and in utter fury, I clamped my mouth shut, and practically ran from our bed. As I showered and got dressed for work, with a pair of women's panties under my male clothes, I grumbled and said that people would be able to notice the device under my clothes, but in truth, you could not even tell it was there.

At work that day, in the privacy of the men's room, I sat in one of the stalls, and examined the piece of hardware locked around my groin. There was a clear ring about the base of my cock, that was connected by three plastic pins to a tube over the head and shaft. The padlock locked the ring to the tube of bars. The only way to get it off, would be to break it.




BDSM by the Book



Tapping my foot, for a few minutes I contemplated smashing it with a hammer. Mm... what if I hurt myself? Ouch. It was a very delicate place to be twisting around with hacksaws or electric drills. And if I were lucky enough to somehow smash it open, without castrating myself, Jody would be livid. It would mean another week of denial, and undoubtedly another trip across her knee.

Sighing in resignation, I pulled up my panties and trousers, and left the damned thing alone. What else could I do??

That night after work, I was afraid to go home. I tried watching television quite later than usual, hoping Jody would go to bed without me. At midnight, she came down from the bedroom wearing a long black robe, and turned off the set. She didn't have to say a word. I knew it was time for bed.

Laying beside her wearing just a pair of panties and my CB-2000, I felt grumpy. I refused to even look at the book spread open on her lap.

"Chapter four," she read, "Swapping Roles: Forced Feminization."

Oh no.

Jody read, "When you remove your husband's male clothing, your strip away his protective male macho image of himself. By forcing him to wear women's clothes, he'll develop a better understanding of women's issues... he'll become more empathetic, more sensitive and even more affectionate. Men are easily seduced by the sensuality of women's fabrics. The tactile sensations of lace, silk and nylon will hypnotize him, turning him into soft clay that you can re-shape and mold however you desire. At first your man will reject what you are trying to do to him – he equates dressing like a woman as being a sissy. But over time, even the most masculine man will find himself craving the soft erotic feeling of women's lingerie. Use it to your advantage. A feminized husband, is a submissive husband, one that will wait on you hand and foot..."

As my wife continued to read through the chapter, I felt myself growing scared. Edith Scarsdale was stark raving crackers. She gave complete instructions for the husband shave his body ... wear pantyhose... high heels... dresses and douche regularly!

When Jody finally closed the book, I looked at her with tears in my eyes, "Please Jody. Please don't do this to me. You can't imagine how humiliated I feel already to be wearing this thing locked around my crotch. I can't dress like a... woman."

"Of course you can! Don't look so frightened my darling. It's only clothes." My wife picked up a Fredericks of Hollywood bag she had by the side of the bed, and handed it to me. "I bought you some presents today," she said smiling.

With trembling hands, I dumped the contents on the bed between us... a sheer white camisole with marabou around the neckline... with matching diaphanous white robe... a garter belt... white stockings... and a new pair of lace white panties.

"Put it on darling," Jody whispered. In her eyes was a look of desire I'd never seen before. "Please, for me."

"I'll look ridiculous," I protested.

"I'll be the judge of that," she said. "The way you're built, you're so slender... something tells me you're going to make a better woman than you are a man."

My head spinning in confusion, I climbed nervously out of bed. Half of me was terrified of the thought of putting on women's lingerie... but the other half, hidden deep down inside me, was curious. Especially by my wife's comment that I could make an attractive female. I'd always made such a wimpy male. What if she was right? When I considered that she just might be, I shuddered. I could not imagine what it might be like to be an attractive female... preyed upon by men!

My whole body trembling, I stepped into the sheer white camisole, and pulled the spaghetti straps up over my shoulders. You could see right through the material. 

Jody helped me with the garter belt and the stockings. When we were done, she told me to step back from the bed, and to twirl around for her.

When I did, Jody clasped her hands to her face, quite delighted. "You look incredible! With your long black hair, and your figure, I knew you'd make a pretty woman."

"Let me see," I said, bewildered, looking in the long mirror behind our bedroom door. Looking back at me was a dark haired, seductive looking woman wearing sexy white lingerie with garter belts and stockings. It took me a moment to realize it was me!

Jody climbed from bed and stood behind me, staring at my reflection with me. "Come to the bathroom. I want to do your makeup. With a little eye makeup, blush and lipstick, you could be a real beauty."

Finding it hard to stop staring at myself, I shook my head, hoping to break the spell I seemed to be under. Good Lord, what was I doing? How had I let Jody talk me in all of this! First to let her lock away manhood, and now to dress me in women's lingerie! Where was all of this leading..?

Taking me by the hand, Jody led me into our powder room, and sat me down on the commode. Opening up her makeup bag, using various brushes she stroked white eye shadow under my eyebrows... and a smoky burnt sienna over my eyelids... black liner... long lash mascara... rosy blush... translucent powder... red lip liner... 

"Pucker your lips," my wife said.

She swiped pink lipstick around my mouth. 

"Now stand up and look at yourself."

I stood and looked in the mirror over the sink. I gulped. Jody was right. My delicate features might have been a liability as a man, but they were an asset to a woman. The makeup highlighted my eyes, brought out my cheekbones and turned my lips pouty and sensual.

While I stood there gawking at myself, mesmerized by my own reflection, Jody took a comb and began teasing out my hair in a feminine style. When she was done and coating me in a haze of hair spray... I looked like an airbrushed Penthouse centerfold.

"We're going to get both of your ears pierced, so you can wear some pretty earrings. A pair of pearls would look lovely on you with this outfit."

"Do you like me like this?" I whispered.

Jody put down her comb. Standing behind me, she put her arms around my waist and hugged me close. She said to my reflection in the mirror, "I think you look hot."

Dragging me back to bed, Jody positioned me once more between her outstretched thighs. There was no question that everything we'd been reading in Edie Scarsdale's book was having a dramatic effect on my wife. Her panties were soaking wet. All I had to do was touch her with my tongue... which I did slowly and sparingly... and my wife was thrashing about and moaning loudly.

Although I'd performed oral sex on Jody before, I'd never done it like this... wearing a sheer white camisole... garter belts and stockings... with my face made up and my long hair teased out. With my poor penis restrained in it's plastic cage, for some insane reason instead of feeling like a man... I wondered if this is what it felt to be a lesbian. 

Is this what it felt like to be a woman, I wondered as I lapped at my wife's glistening pussy. In no time at all, she went completely haywire, absolutely wild... I'd never heard her so loud before, as she screamed out her orgasm. Afterwards she lay in a heap among a pile of pillows, breathing hard, like she'd just completed an Olympic marathon.

I snuggled up to her side, and nuzzled her neck, planting gentle kisses all over her face. "Please Jody, will you let me loose! Please take this thing off me, so I can enjoy myself too."

With the back of her hand over her eyes, trying to get her act together, my wife said, "What day is this?"

"Wednesday," I said.

"I told you I wasn't letting you out till Friday."

"But Jody!" I cried. "This just isn't fair! You've had an orgasm every night this week, and I haven't had one in ages!"

Eyes still closed, grinning, my wife reached out and wrapped her arm around my neck, pulling me close. "It's been four days for you. You are horny, aren't you?" 

"I'm going out of my mind!" I said emphatically. "If you won't let me make love to you, just let me masturbate. Anything!"

Chuckling, eyes still closed, Jody snuggled her nose up against my cheek. "No my darling. You're going to wait. It's just three more days."

Whimpering in frustration, I began begging and pleading with her to please unlock the CB-2000 and let me have some relief. Unfortunately, the harder I begged, the more adamant Jody became that she was not going back on her word. 

Never having been denied like this before, I hate to admit, that I even tried using tears. "Please Jody, I'm begging you!"

All of which amused her to no end. "I like you like this," she said kissing my cheek. "Now let's go to sleep my little princess."

The next morning, before I could even brush my teeth, I felt Jody climbing on top of my face. Griping the headboard to our bed, I awoke to see my wife's vagina descending on my jaw. Her thighs closed around my head, holding it in place as she began to undulate her pussy lips against my mouth.

Tentatively I stuck out my tongue. Above my I watched as Jody threw her head back, and began to dance her velvety nether lips back and forth across my mouth. My tongue flicked across her clitoris and she gasped.

In thirteen years of marriage, Jody had never behaved this way before! To actually straddle my head that way... almost as if she was using me for her own pleasure!

All I could do was lay there, and use my tongue as best as I could, while above me my wife gyrated over my face to another explosive orgasm.

Afterwards she seemed to freeze for several minutes, like she did not want to ever let the moment go. Finally, with a sigh, she dismounted my head, and scampered off to the shower.

Slowly I removed the white camisole and unhooked the garters, and slid down the stockings. Edie Scarsdale was crazy. Yes, they did feel sensual, but I could never see how wearing such materials could become addicting. No matter what Jody might wish me to wear, I was still a man!

While I showered and Jody dried herself off, she said, "We're not going to work today. I told Robert yesterday that we won't be coming in. We're taking a personal day."

"Whatever for?" I asked, scrubbing the makeup from my face.

"We're going shopping."

"For what? Groceries?" We were out of milk and bread.

"No silly. For you. We're going to buy you a whole new wardrobe."

Sticking my head out of the shower, I looked at her nervously. "Isn't just wearing that little white outfit enough?"

"No my darling," Jody said drying her hair. "I want to get you some bras and panties, and a couple of outfits. Some blouses and slacks... and maybe at least one dress. Then you're going to need shoes... flats and a pair of heels... maybe a pair of mules for around the house."

The entire day turned to be something out of my worst nightmares. Jody not only bought me several outfits, she insisted that I try everything on first. Which meant using the women's changing booths. There I am, in just a pair of pink panties, in a tiny booth, with several women in the booths around us, and Jody suddenly starts feeling amorous! 

The next thing I know she is kissing me passionately, and her hands are roaming all over my body, including inside my panties! She began to shake and jiggle my bound flesh, causing it to awake and try to rise. Only the plastic bars of the CB-2000 restrained any attempts at an erection... making the way Jody was fondling my testicles extremely nerve wracking. I was trying very hard not to moan or groan, lest it alarm the women getting changed in the booths around us. It was bad enough that a man was in the girl's dressing rooms... but one wearing women's panties locked in a chastity belt was just too embarrassing. The thought of being caught dressed thus made my heart race!

"Please stop," I whispered in my wife's ear, "you are teasing me to death!"

"You don't like it when I touch you?" Jody chuckled, squeezing my smooth balls. "Do you want me to stop?"

"I like it!" I said excitedly, trying not to raise my voice. "Just not right now!" My poor penis throbbed painfully, as Jody's manipulations caused all the blood in my body to race to my crotch – only to be forbidden erection by the tight confines of the CB-2000.

Eventually Jody tired of teasing me, and bid me try on the dress she'd picked out. A black velvet cocktail dress. I tried it on, as well as several pairs of women's flares, till we got the right fit. 

"A size 5/6," Jody said ruefully. "You're smaller than I am. And everything looks great on you."

From there we went to the Piercing Pagoda, where I got both ears pierced, then to a woman's shoe store where Jody insisted I try on both women's flats and heels. The aisles of shoes were crowded. A mother and her young daughter stared at me as I stepped into an open-toed pair of heels. Red faced, wanting to die, I hurriedly took a few steps, feeling awkward, and embarrassed to the core.

"One last stop," Jody said when we were back in the car.

"Can't we just go home!?" I cried. What new humiliations did my wife have in store for me? Emotionally I felt like I'd just walked away from a plane wreck. Enough was enough!

Not hardly. Jody took me to her beauty parlor, where she had her beautician Wendy, give my hair a more feminine style. I felt like a little kid sitting in the chair as my mother told the barber how to cut my hair.

"I want you to take off about 3" and feather his hair back," my wife directed.

As I've already mentioned, I am part Sioux Indian, and my long black hair is down past my shoulder blades. Jody had Wendy keep most of the length, but she gave me girlish bangs and shaped the sides so that it framed my face.

As we were leaving and Jody was paying at the cash register, an older black woman heading out the door grabbed my wrist, smiled and said, "You have such pretty hair. It looks beautiful."

Jody beamed proudly, while I thanked the woman weakly.

Once we were home Jody said, "Let's have a little fun. Why don't you put on that summer dress I bought you? I want to see how you look in that and those wedge sandals." She supervised as I put on a white bra and panties, then a pink with white polka dotted summer dress, pantyhose, the 3" sandals, hose, and once again Jody did my makeup. For a finishing touch, she put a pair of pearl earrings in my freshly pierced ears.

Then she directed me in front of the full length mirror behind our bedroom door.

You really do make a hot looking babe," Jody said hugging me from behind.

I never would have imagined that I would make such an attractive looking woman. Seeing myself that way... did something to me. An entirely new person inside of me... who Jody christened "Deena"... burst from my heart... and my soul. 

I felt like I was seeing myself... my true self... for the first time.

My wife swatted my bottom, and said, "Why don't you start dinner? I'm going to call the office and check in. Make sure you wear your apron. I don't want you ruining that dress."

While Jody sat in the den chatting with the boss Robert at the office, I made us a pot roast. It felt odd to move about the kitchen in a dress and heels. As I sat on a stool chopping up carrots I looked down at myself... at my legs in nylons... and my sexy new shoes. I crossed my legs femininely at the knee. This entire charade was utterly de-masculinizing... but, I admit I liked the way my legs rubbed together in hose. I kept staring at my reflection in the microwave door. I liked the way my eyes looked in makeup... so much sharper... prettier.

On the other hand, my heart was pounding so hard, I felt like I was going to have a stroke! Wearing lingerie in bed or a dress in the house was one thing, but what if Jody wanted me to go out to dinner this way? How far did she plan to take this? 

It was one thing for her to experiment with her sexuality in the privacy of our own home, but the thought of stepping outside into the real world dressed as the opposite sex... my hands trembled as I made a salad. People would laugh. What if one of our co-workers saw me? The neighbors? Or Nancy!? 

By the time Jody was finished with her calls and we were sitting down at the dinner table, I felt like a nervous wreck.

"One last touch," Jody said, lighting the candles on the dining room table and dimming the lights. "There. That's more romantic."

As we sat and ate, Jody never looked happier. "I am so proud of you," she said. "You've come such a long way in these past few days."

I sipped my ice tea and frowned. "I hardly feel proud of myself. You're stripping away everything it took me a lifetime to build."

My wife considered this. "Yes, stripping away all the bullshit and getting to the real person underneath."

"You really think this is who I am?" I asked incredulously, 

Jody sipped her wine and smiled. "Let's go upstairs... and get ready for bed. I think this next chapter is going to answer your question."

After I'd done the dishes, I found Jody in bed wearing a black with blue lace merry widow, with Edith Scarsdale's book on her lap. On my side of the bed she'd laid out a short red teddy with red garters and red fishnet hose. 

"You have a thing about garter belts," I said, stepping out of my summer dress.

Jody blushed slightly. "I love the way your legs feel in stockings."

I quickly washed up, and donned my new pair of lingerie and climbed into bed with my wife. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and opened the book.

"Where were we?" I asked nervously.

"Chapter five," Jody said. "You read."

I scanned the title and read, "Chapter five... Taking Charge in Bed: The Strapon..."

At first as I began reading, I wasn't even sure what a strapon was. It quickly became apparent that it was harness worn by a woman with an attaching dildo. 

"When a woman uses a strapon penis on her submissive male, it completely and forevermore reverses their roles in the bedroom. The woman now becomes the Dominant, the aggressor, and the male becomes the submissive, receiver. For most women, using a strapon on her mate, gives her a tremendous feeling of superiority. And, the male that submits to such treatment, will be meek and subservient to his wife from that moment onward, both inside and outside the bedroom..."

When we were done reading, without a word Jody pulled aside the bed covers, to reveal she was wearing a black leather strapon harness, with a very formidable, flesh colored, 8" cock.

"It's big, isn't it?" Jody chuckled, as she wrapped her hand around the base of a very lifelike looking dildo. With a grin, she stroked her hand up and down, like it was really alive.

"Please Jody, not this. Anything but this!"

Jody threw aside the covers, and tugged my panties down and off. "Even if I let you out of your cage for a while... how about that... will you go quietly then?"

"Look, this just isn't right!" I cried.

Still, I did not resist as Jody took the key from her necklace and unlocked the CB-2000. I was free at last! 

My wife placed the pieces of the chastity belt carefully on the night stand, then turned to me, and began stroking my shrunken flesh. Quickly it sprang to life, and was throbbing in her grasp.

She pulled me to her, and turned to face me, so that our cocks touched. She rubbed them together... stroked them together... comparing her size to mine.

"I'm twice your size... and a lot thicker... feel it," she said.

Whimpering, my hand joined her hand... our two hands stroked and fondled our two penises together. It was true, as mine lay their on top of hers, mine looked petite in comparison...hers looked much more manly...

Jody rolled on top of me, and kissed me deeply. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the love in my heart that I felt for this beautiful, powerful, incredible woman. I felt so happy just to be paired with her... that it really mattered little how we expressed our love... the important thing was – that we loved.




BDSM by the Book



She knelt between my outstretched thighs. The thing between her legs waved side to side like a long-necked giraffe. "I want to make love to you."

My eyes pleaded with her to stop. "I don't understand... I'm not a woman, I'm a man..."

My wife lifted my ankles, and pressed them over my head, raising my bottom off the bed – and right in line with her strapon.

"Maybe we've had it backwards all these years," she whispered. "Maybe you're really the woman... and I'm really the man."

Things were happening too fast. I panicked. I struggled to close my knees and protect myself. The next thing I knew Jody and I were wrestling in bed. Even though Jody is bigger than I am, I'd always taken it for granted that as the man, I was stronger. 

I learned differently that night. 

My wife pinned me to the bed, and holding me down with just one hand, she used her free hand to restraint my hands to the headboard with her leather cuffs. When I still continued to resist her by closing my knees tightly together, she pried them apart and said, "Stop! Or I will cuff your ankles to the headboard too, and I don't think you're going to like that."

I stopped struggling, and let my legs go limp. She lifted them, placing my ankles over her shoulders. ... a position that left my bottom raised in the air, totally exposed and utterly vulnerable. She lay her well-endowed penis along the crack of my ass. The head nudged my balls.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I cried tearfully.

"Now, now darling, don't cry," Jody said wiping my face. "Or your mascara will run."

Smiling lustfully, Jody coated her fingers with KY jelly and began smearing it around my virginal portal. I cringed as she touched me there. I expected her to plunge inside, but she took her time, massaging and rubbing the tiny opening... then finally easing her forefinger... digit by digit inside me... rubbing lubricant inside me... loosening me for what was to come next....

As I lay there beneath her, watching her coat her prodigious weapon with KY till it glistened, I thought, it was one thing to dress like Jody's wife, but something quite else to be used sexually as a woman.

"Please Jody, I'm begging you as your husband... do not humiliate me this way!"

Jody placed the fat head against my tiny opening. "Why not my darling? You made love to me this way for thirteen years. Is that what you thought you were doing to me... humiliating me... when you penetrated me?" 

With that Jody leaned her weight down on the base of her strapon phallus. My here-to-fore untouched anus parted as the fat helmet-shaped head forced its way inside.

"It hurts!" I screamed. "It's too big! Take it out!"

"The head is not even all the way in," Jody said gritting her teeth, applying more pressure. She lowered her weight, pushing the head inside me, till we both felt something pop. 

"OH MY!" I cried. My center, my very core felt stretched to the ripping point.

"Just relax... deep breaths," my wife said. "We're in. I'll go slow."

"No Jody! NO MORE!"

To prevent further protests, my wife took my black panties and stuffed them in my mouth. As I screamed shrilly into my gag, she continued lowering her wait down on my bottom... inch after inch of thick cock slowly disappeared inside my ass.

Beneath her, I bucked and struggled, trying to pull my hips as far away as possible... but bound as I was to the bed, there was just no escaping her assault.

"Calm down now darling, calm down," Jody soothed. Her face looked boiled like a lobster. She glistened with a sheen of perspiration that glistened across her body like golden glitter. 

She growled throatily as her plastic balls finally landed flush against my flesh.

"There we go... it's all the way in."

Unable to speak, all I could do was scream into my gag. I felt like I'd just been stabbed by the handle of a hammer. Her cock was so big, so hard, my tender inner lining felt stretched to the breaking point. I writhed and struggled, moaning and groaning uncontrollably beneath her.

Thankfully Jody paused, removed my panties from my mouth, and leaning forward kissed me passionately.

"Please take it out," I pleaded. "At least just for a minute! Just give me time to get used to it... it HURTS!"

My wife covered my face with kisses. "I know my darling. This is good. Now you know how a woman feels. When a girl loses her virginity, she has to expect to experience some pain. It's all a part of it. You may not like it in the beginning. Just the way I did not like it all those years ago. But I guarantee you my darling... that I am enjoying this more than anything we ever did in the past. I could not love you more, than I do right now... my beautiful Deena."

Jody's eyes looked wild. Never had I seen her look so powerful or so full of energy. Slowly she began grinding her clitoris against the base of her strapon, sending ripples of pleasure rippling throughout her body. Whenever she moved, she thrust the strapon back and forth inside me, making me flinch and shriek in pain.

"Oh God, I love this," she gasped. 

Jody lifted her pelvis, drawing her long cock from the depths of my inner passage, making me cry piteously as it felt like she was ripping out my insides. For a split second she paused, poised above me... her cock completely withdrawn except for the head.

Like a dancer, she undulated her hips forward, driving her cock in and out of me... With each thrust I writhed and moaned, and tried to keep myself from screaming out at the top of my lungs.

I felt my entire world turned upside down... this was the complete opposite of our old love-making... not only with my wife on top, playing the aggressive role... but we were both unable keep quiet. I'd never seen my wife so expressive... so involved... so completely immersed in what she was doing... undulating her pussy against my bottom... turning herself on... making herself crazy. Her face lit up with an expression of power and pleasure unlike I'd ever seen on her face before.

As I watched her through slitted lids, in agony as I was, the look on her face was so angelic... so beautiful... I felt like I was seeing a side of Jody I'd never seen before... maybe it was the real her coming out. Whatever it was, even though it was not pleasurable for me, I fell in love all over again with my wife... and knew in that instant, that even if it meant submitting to her this way... if it gave her pleasure... if I got to see her moaning with such intense joy... it was worth sacrificing my booty.

As my wife got closer to orgasm, and really got down to business and began a fucking cadence, she shifted above me, sending her long shaft across my most sensitive prostate, turning my wails of pain into a surprised squeal of delight.

Jody's eyes widened as she saw a rush of pleasure float across my features. 

"You like it right there," she said rubbing her cock back and forth against my semen filled gland, making me thrash beneath her – not with pain, but this time in embarrassed ecstasy. 

"I think I found your g-spot," my wife chuckled. She pulled her cock almost entirely from her body, and thrust it back hard, lustily enthralled by the high pitched shrieks of delight that were coming out of me.

The way Jody's cock pressed against my prostate, it was tapping the boiling steam that had been percolating inside of me for the last five days.

All this time, I had been so overwhelmed by what Jody was doing to my ass, that I'd forgotten that I was free from the CB-2000. My poor lifeless penis bounced and slapped around between my legs like boiled fettuccini. 

As Jody fucked me, she grabbed my balls, and began squeezing them... pumping them with each pump of her strapon. As she did so, my little manhood slowly lifted its head and stiffened.

My wife grinned down at me. "Don't try to tell me you're not enjoying this my darling. Your little soldier gives you away."

As she continued to grind against my backside and squeeze my balls.. a drop of clear white cum began to drip from the uretha. For some reason the sight of my little erection drove Jody wild. She gasped and thrust harder and harder... her beautiful wife's face contorting as her orgasm approached. 

She was close. So close she was losing all control, fucking me harder than I think she even realized. She gave me such a pounding I found myself screaming in both pain and pleasure... and probably would have cum myself if she didn't have such a death grip on my testicles... which strangled any chance of ejaculation.

Later Jody would tell me that the look of rapture on my face sparked her orgasm and pushed her over the edge. She erupted like a volcano. Her entire body flailed... then froze... as if she was trying to hold on to the moment... like she didn't want to let it go. Then she collapsed, falling like a dynamited building on top of me.

Poor me, laying there, wrists cuffed to the headboard, my legs spread like a Y... my knees pinned to my chest... with my 130 pound wife laying like a dead weight on top of me... her eternally erect cock of hers still deeply embedded... pushing against my prostate like it was a button... causing a steady stream of sticky gel to ooze from the tip to form a clear bead on my belly.

"Please let me free," I begged her in a whisper.

She didn't even hear me. She was still so far out in the cosmos, riding the crest of her orgasm... that she had no idea that I was groaning in painful frustration beneath her. 

Half awake, still in a dazed stupor, my wife reached up to the headboard and freed me from the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, so that I could let down my arms and legs. As I did so, she kept her cock firmly embedded inside me, turning me onto my side, so that she was behind me. With a sigh deep enough to blow out a candle, she snuggled up against my back, and hugged me tight.

As soon as my hands were free, they went right to my penis. I needed to cum so badly! Jody had me so turned on, more turned on that I'd ever been in my whole life. I had to cum!

Suddenly realizing what I was trying to do, Jody slapped at my hands. When I didn't comply, she grabbed both my hands, and twisted them behind my back.

"Please let me cum," I begged, red-faced. After being taken thus, was it any wonder that I had no shame? I'd never, ever masturbated before in front of my wife, but in that moment, I would have done so gladly. A room full of people could not have stop this orgasm... I had to have it.

"I don't have to do a thing," my wife said simply. "I am going to tease you for as long as I want... because it gives me great pleasure to hear you screaming and moaning like that... that was hot."

"If you're not going to let me cum," I whimpered, "then please take that thing out of me! You're only making it worse!"

Jody snuggled up close behind my back, and pressed her hips against my backside, making sure her strapon remained fully within my boy pussy. She pushed my long black hair out of the way and nuzzled her nose up against the back of my neck. "I am going to fuck you... all night tonight."

"Please Jody, enough is enough!"

She chuckled as she began to grind her pelvis against my upturned bottom, sliding her long shaft back and forth against my prostate, making me gasp and squirm in her arms.

She whispered in the back of my ear, "What, you don't like it when I make love to you like this?"

"You're driving me crazy!" I cried. "I would like it a whole lot more if you would only let me cum!"

"What are you talking about?" Jody said, feeling between my legs... discovering that my little penis was still fully aroused. She played with the sticky puddle on my belly, rubbing it into my skin. "You've been cumming all night. You're as wet as I am." With her slick hand she massaged my balls and stroked my cock – once – only once. Then let go of me. 

"Oh my God! Stop teasing me like that! Please, I'm begging you, just let me cum this once," I cried. 

"No," Jody said, cuddling up behind me, continuing to undulate against my bottom. "I've always fantasized about how it would be like to have a lover who could keep it up all night... and make love to me for hours on end." She whispered, "Don't you love the way my cock stays so hard?" She slapped my bare ass. "Your little peter used to come so fast. Just when I would be starting to feel something... you'd shoot... and the show would be over You don't know how many nights you came inside me and immediately fell asleep leaving me frustrated and unsatisfied. Too many times!" 

Once more she touched my rigid erection, but with just a single finger... ever so lightly. I thrust my hips forward, trying to rub my penis against her hand. Her fingers danced away.

"You need to learn some self control my darling. Now don't move. I'm going to put your little soldier back in his cage."

"Oh no Jody! You can't do that!!"

Jody continued to grind her cock back and forth inside me, making my entire body tremble in her arms... as she reached over me to the night stand, where she picked up the pieces of the CB-2000.

"This is paybacks for the last thirteen years. I am going to tease you, and frustrate you like you did me."

While I whimpered and sobbed, my wife closed the plastic ring about my balls and forced my rigid member back into the clear plastic sheath.

My cries turned to shrieks of pain as my erection refused to go down, and would not fit into the hood of the CB-2000. Undeterred, Jody forced the chastity device down on my flesh... even though it would not fit... she made it fit... my poor tortured flesh pressed tight against the bars, and I twisted and cried as she fit the pins into their holes and snapped the little padlock shut.

"Just one more day my darling," she said with a parting peck on my shoulder. "And it's Friday." 

Wrapping her arms around my waist, and leaning her cheek against my back... with her strapon still firmly inside me, my wife wished me good night and promptly drifted off to sleep.

With her 8" cock in me, and my groin throbbing in frustration... there was no way I was going to be able to go to sleep without relieving myself! But how?

I waited till my wife's chest rose and fell regularly, telling me she was in deep slumberland... then moving my hands slowly, cautiously... I began to tug at the clear plastic cage. When I did, it only pulled the ring around my balls up tighter, increasing my agony! I needed to relax. I needed to let the swelling to down. Get as small as possible. Yes, that's it. I was talking my erection down. Down boy. Heel.

One of the things that had me painfully aroused was Jody's strapon cock rubbing right up against my prostate. I had to get off her cock. She'd been inside me for so long, I was beginning to get sore!

Slowly... carefully, I inched my body up the bed and off Jody's strapon. It took ten minutes of slow... sometimes painful movement, but eventually Jody's thick monster plopped out and lay nestled like a sticky snake within the crack of my ass.

Finally my own little penis deflated and relaxed. Once everything had shrunken down and my crotch seemed to be dozing along with my wife, quite carefully, I began to pull my soft flesh through the ring... first one testicle... then the other. I sighed as I slid the barred cage off the shaft. I was free! Now if I could just quietly masturbate...

"Just what do you think you are doing missy!?"

Just as my warm sweaty palm closed around my still tiny cock, Jody gripped my wrist in an iron-like vice and twisted my arm behind my back.

"Don't you dare!"

"Jody, please," I whined. "It isn't fair! I need to cum too!" She couldn't see my left hand, the hand under my side. I quietly slipped my left hand around my penis. It sprouted quickly between my fingers to full blossom. I'd been denied for so long, just a couple of pumps and...

My wife sat up in bed, shocked by the discovery that I was out of the CB-2000.

"Oh you horny little bitch!" my wife exclaimed. She spotted my left hand around my penis, and twisted this arm away too. "What am I going to have to do, cuff you to the bed?"

Even though it was well after midnight, and Friday was a work day, Jody turned on the light, and climbed from the bed. Thankfully she suddenly seemed to find her strapon harness a pain, and she removed it, leaving it on her dresser. I watched as she found her paddle, and yanking me out of bed, she sat in an armless chair and threw me across her lap. She gave me 25. Twenty-five viciously hard swats. By the end of which I was an utter mess. Snot bubbled from my nose and I blubbered uncontrollably about how sorry I was.

Jody looked down at me, and for a moment a look of pity drifted across her eyes. I sensed that her new found power in bed was almost like a drug, and that she was rapidly discovering how much she loved dominating me. Almost gently she led me back to bed, where she took me in her arms, and patted my head comfortingly. 

Maybe it was the fact that we'd never had children. Maybe it was her mothering instincts coming alive. She pulled my face to her breasts and placed one of her nipples in my mouth, urging me to suck. Opening my mouth I mouthed her teat like a baby nursing from its mother.

My wife kissed the top of my head, saying, "Now my little darling, you must learn to behave yourself." As I whimpered and continued to nurse on her nipple, my wife refit the CB-2000 around my tiny, frightened member, and locked it back in place. "The next time you take this off, you'll receive 50 from my paddle. Then 75. Then 100."

She turned out the light, wrapped her arms around me, and promptly fell fast asleep once again. Still frustrated, but also quite drained by my wife's spanking, with my face between her breasts I finally slept too.

Thursday I woke hungrier for sex than I had ever been in my entire life!

My entire body throbbed with the knowledge that I would have to wait another 24 hours before the damnable cage would finally come off, and I would finally be allowed to have an orgasm.

Perhaps it was the fact that I'd never been denied before, that made being placed in chastity so frustrating. Normally we only had sex once a week anyway. Admittedly, there were times when Jody wasn't around that I masturbated, but only about once a week. It wasn't like I was jerking off every day like I used to when I was younger. It was purely a matter of being denied the freedom of having an orgasm whenever I wanted one, that made me want one all the more.

Thankfully since we were going to work, Jody had to let me put on men's clothing. After just a day in women's clothes, it felt good to put on a pair of boxer briefs and my normal khaki's and button-down shirt. I felt like me again. Denny Crowe.

Sitting at my desk at work, it was almost impossible to concentrate. Especially when Jody would walk by and give me one of her secret smiles. At lunch in the cafeteria, she sat beside me, and couldn't seem to keep her hands off me. Under the table her fingers roamed up and down my pant leg, even feeling the CB-2000, "To make sure you're behaving," she whispered.

As soon as we got home from work Jody insisted that I get out of my boy clothes and cook dinner wearing a pair of women's flare jeans and a halter top that left my mid-riff bare.

"What difference does it matter what I wear?" I said.

"Exactly," Jody agreed. "Wearing a bra and panties is no big deal. I don't know why you're fighting me. You must like being over my knee."

Flustered, not wanting to know what 50 swats from her paddle felt like, I did as I was told and changed into my new feminine attire and cooked dinner. Later, after I'd finished with the dishes, we went into the den to watch TV. Turning on the DVD player, Jody announced she'd rented a movie, and so we watched "Brokeback Mountain."

As we snuggled together on the sofa, with Jody in the more masculine position, with her arm around me, and my head on her shoulder, she asked, "Have you ever been with a man?"




BDSM by the Book



"Jody! Of course not! You know I'm not gay!"

My wife chuckled as she played with my breasts under my halter top. "Yes, but haven't you ever wondered what it might be like... to have a man inside you?"

"Please Jody! I don't want to go there! I like you! I like women!"

"Yes darling, but you have to admit, when I made love to you last night... you loved it. I was just curious if you've been thinking how the real thing might feel."

"I didn't love it! What choice did I have?!"

"Oh, don't play coy with me. I heard you moaning. I saw how excited you got. Why were you trying so hard to masturbate if you weren't excited?"

"That's just because you've been teasing me for days, and you've got this damn chastity belt on me. You have me so frustrated and confused I don't know what I'm doing anymore!"

I don't know if it was the movie or our discussion, but when we climbed into bed, Jody took off all her clothes, and naked, pulled on her strapon harness once more.

I sat in bed in one of my new outfits, a pink, silk camisole with matching silk panties, hugging my knees to my chin. "Please Jody! No more! Enough!"

"Give me your hands," she said. Once more she cuffed my wrists to the headboard. "Come on now. I want you on your hands and knees."

Smiling smugly, my wife climbed into bed. Her huge phallus slapped back and forth between her thighs like the trunk of an elephant. "Get on all fours for me. I want to do it doggie style."

Whimpering, knowing that I could not win, I did as I was told. As I assumed the position she wanted. With my red hot face in a cool pillow, I knelt before my wife with my bottom up. She lifted the hem of my teddy up over my back and peeled down my panties to my knees.

I listened as she squirted KY jelly onto her 8" monster. The greasy head nudged at my sore little opening, eliciting a gasp from me. With her hands on my hips, she slid her cock up and down the crack of my ass, and nudged the back of my hairless balls. 

I kept waiting for her to ravage me, but she took her time. Too much time. She kept rubbing the head against my sore little opening... but instead of shoving it inside me, she kept pulling away... continuing to slide her lifelike phallus up and down the crack of my ass. 

Having been denied all week, and teased on top of it, incredibly, I found myself pushing back against her strapon... actually wanting her inside me! Just to have any sexual contact at all... even my wife fucking me... was better than nothing at all. Or so my body reasoned, as I began yearning for her to take me.

Jody chuckled. "Noo... you don't like getting fucked, do you. Look at you. Pushing your ass back on my dick. Tell me you want it."

"No," I moaned. "I won't." But my body betrayed me, grinding back against my wife's pelvis.

She laughed delightedly. Finally she positioned the head of her hard cock against my sissy hole, and pressed her hips forward, prying apart my tender opening open like a steel wedge splitting a block of wood. I shrieked in pain and humiliation into the pillow. But instead of continuing to drive her cock deeper, she pulled it out with a pop, and began sliding it up and down the crack of my ass once more.

I moaned in disappointment, and found myself moving my bottom, trying to line up my rectum with the tip of her weapon. Incredibly amused by this new game, Jody avoided contact with my anus, teasing me ever further, till I was whining in frustration.

With a laugh, Jody thrust her cock back inside me once more. I gasped and sighed in pain and pleasure. But instead of sliding deeper, Jody kept her hands on my hips and her cock stationary inside me, till once more, I was pushing back against her, trying to take more of her cock inside me. Chuckling, Jody pulled her hips back, removing her cock again, and sliding it up and down the crack of my ass, till I was trembling in frustration and desire.

"Please!" I groaned.

"Please what?"

"Please... please make love to me!"

"I want you to beg me to fuck you. Come on. Beg. Beg for my hard cock up your tight little ass."

Jody had me so twisted, so out of sorts, so upside down, that I did! I began pleading with her. I was so frustrated, any contact, even if it meant bearing the shame of her penetrating me, rather than me penetrating her – I would take it, just to feel connected with the woman I loved.

Ever so slowly, she began feeding me her cock. Just the head, than an inch of the thick shaft... then back, withdrawing entirely from my anus, leaving me moaning and begging for more. The fact that I was so verbal, so loud, so unable to hide what her hard cock did to me, urged her onward. She loved it. She loved hearing me gasp as she fed me more of her cock, and she loved hearing me cry in frustration every time she pulled out of my ass.

Then suddenly, without warning she thrust her hips forward sharply, driving all eight inches in completely, filling me to the brim, driving a high pitched scream from me. Leaning against my backside, keeping me impaled, she picked up her leather wrist restraints from the nightstand and bound my wrists to the headboard once more.

"Let's have a little fun," she said taking her key from her necklace and unlocking the CB-2000. 

I almost wept with joy to be released. Finally! She was going to let me cum! Or was she just going to tease me again like she had the night before!?

Once I was free, Jody merely began slowly rocking her hips back and forth, driving her cock in and out of me. Still on all fours, I looked down between my legs, watching her huge cock hammering my ass like a battering ram, while my poor soft little penis waved back and forth between my open thighs like three purple grapes.

"Oh please Jody, please let me cum," I begged, struggling to pull my hands from the wrist restraints. "Please just let me touch myself!"

"What, like this?" my wife asked. As she continued to slap her pelvis against my buns, she reached between my legs and fondled my penis. My cock immediately grew to full length at her slightest touch. 

But instead of masturbating me, she caressed me lightly, and then her hand was gone, leaving me groaning and pleading for more. Every few seconds she continued her game, grinding her cock into me, while softly teasing my oozing member.

After making love to me for what felt like an hour, finally I heard my wife's chest rumble as her orgasm drew near. Letting go of my throbbing 4" erection, she gripped my hips with both hands and thrust harder and deeper than before, eventually punctuating her orgasm with three final, long, hard thrusts.

Weakened by an extremely powerful orgasm, she collapsed on top of me, driving me to the bed, where I lay on my tummy, trying to rub my erection against the sheets and cause my own eruption. 

When she regained her senses, my wife withdrew her strapon from my ass, and slapped at my bottom, ordering me to stop moving. "Stop! You're not coming until Friday."

"It's almost midnight!" I cried, trying frantically to spasm against the mattress. I was so close! Just a few seconds more and I would explode...

"Stop!" she said grabbing her cold drink from the night stand, and placing the ice cubes against my throbbing member.

I shrieked in agony as she pressed ice against my balls until finally my erection faltered and fell. In tears, sobbing with frustration, I whined and complained as she refit the CB-2000 around my poor, tortured manhood.

Once I was back in my chastity device she snuggled up beside me, kissed me on the lips, and bid me good night.

"You're not even going to free my hands!?" I cried.

"Not after the way you behaved last night, sneaking out of your chastity cage," she said with a laugh. "No way missy. You stay tied to the headboard tonight."

"How will I ever sleep like this!" I wailed. Groaning, I tried pumping my restrained member against her side, but it was no use. I couldn't orgasm. Not like this.

I spent the next hour tossing and turning, while my wife slept quite soundly beside me. Whimpering and sobbing, eventually I too drifted off to sleep.

By Friday morning, I felt like I was going out of my mind. When we awoke and Jody freed my hands, I begged her to please take the CB-2000 off. "It's Friday!" I said.

"Calm down missy, calm down," Jody chuckled as she climbed from bed. "You'll get your turn this evening."

"I can't wait that long!" I said bouncing up and down on the bed like a child. "You promised! You have to take this thing off me right now!" I demanded, kneeling on the bed in my pink camisole.

Jody just waved her hand at me and laughed. "Patience my darling." She went into the bathroom and climbed into the shower to prepare for the work day.

Wanting desperately to slip off the CB-2000, but afraid of Jody's paddle, I fretted and fussed and paced about the office all day nervously. I was so keyed up I could hardly sit still. Undoubtedly my work was suffering, because no matter how hard I tried, I just could not concentrate on my computer screen.

When 5:00 p.m. finally came and we were driving home from work, I asked anxiously, "When are you going to take it off? When!?"

"Relax my pet," Jody said glancing at me from the driver's wheel. "It's going to be a few more hours yet. We're going to a party tonight."

"A party?" I asked incredulously. That meant more waiting!

"Yes at Nancy's. She's having a special little get together for some of the Dominant women in her group. And she wants us to come."

"Why do I have to go?" I asked nervously. A party at Nancy's? With a bunch of Dominant women? 

"You'll see. There's going to be one other submissive there too. A woman named Betsy is bringing her husband... Nick... or Nicole, I guess."

"I really don't think I want to go to something like that..." I stammered.

"Oh, but I've already told Nancy that you're coming, and she's got a special present for you," Jody grinned. "Don't be nervous. You're going to be the belle of the ball. I want you to wear your black velvet dress. I'm going to help you with your makeup and your hair. I want you to look cute."

"Jody! NO!" I said putting my foot down in the car. "I am not about to go to Nancy O'Hara's house wearing a dress! This has gone just about far enough! I want to go home! I want you to take this damn thing off me! And I want to make love to you, like a real husband should!"

Jody burst out laughing hysterically. "My, what a performance missy. You're really becoming quite the little actress. Don't make me pull the car over... right here... and give you a spanking."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh I wouldn't!?" Jody pulled the car off the main highway into one of our town's busy parks. It was a large park, filled with ball fields, trees, and pavilions for picnics. A lot of people used the park to jog or play basketball and softball. There were dozens of people strolling the path through the park. Jody parked the car, and was about to get out and drag me to one of the picnic benches, when I caved in.

"Okay, okay!" I cried. "I'll go to the party! I'll go! Just don't spank me in public... please."

"I should give you 50 just for arguing with me."

"Not here! Please, not here," I said softly, eyes downcast submissively.

Jody reached out and ran her fingers through my long hair. "You'll put on the new black lingerie set, with the garter belt that I bought for you, with a pair of stockings and your new heels."

"Yes dear," I said humbly.

"That's much better," my wife said pulling the car out of the parking lot and back onto the road heading towards home.

"It's just that I'm scared," I whispered, tears filling my eyes. Me in a dress. In a room full of aggressive women. I didn't even want to think what Nancy might be planning.

My wife looked at me kindly. "Darling, don't worry. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. I won't let anyone hurt you. This is all just a part of our new lifestyle. That's all. Don't you worry about a thing. Tonight is going to be the start of a whole new chapter in our lives. It's going to be special, and Nancy is only trying to help. You'll see."

I gulped. I didn't trust Nancy O'Hara for a minute! I prayed Jody knew what she was getting us into – because I certainly didn't have a clue! 

When we got home and we both were getting dressed for the party, Jody asked, "Do you want to know what chapter six in Edie Scarsdale's book is called?"

"I'm afraid to look," I said pulling my nylons up my legs and hooking them to my garter belts

Dressed in a red camisole top and a new pair of black leather pants she'd bought, Jody picked up the book and opened it, reading, "Chapter six... Humbling Him Through Humiliation." 

She flipped through the pages, and began reading, "Some submissive men find it sexually arousing to be humiliated by women. What might seem cruel to most people, can be extremely erotic to a submissive male, and will transport him into what is called sub-space. When you attack a man verbally by making fun of his penis, you are beating down his male ego, which makes it easier for his submissive side to rise to the surface. The easiest way to find out if a man is aroused by this type of treatment, is if he becomes erect while you are humiliating him in front of others. Do you want me to go on?"

"No, I've heard enough!" I said stepping into my black velvet dress.

Jody grinned, and put the book aside. "Goodness, don't you look lovely! You've got such a slender figure... and those legs."

I looked in the full length mirror behind our bedroom door. Jody was right. She'd done my face with a bit more eye makeup than before, my lips were a bright shade of pink, and she'd done my long hair up in a French twist with a clip in the back.

"Jody, you're not going to humiliate me in front of all the people at this party tonight... You wouldn't... would you?"

My wife took up a position behind me. In heels she stood taller than I did. She leaned her chin on my shoulder, and with a sparkle in her eyes, hugged my waist. "Of course darling. You're looking so hot, I'm going to strip you down in front of the entire room, and do you doggie style on Nancy O'Hara's coffee table. Come, let's go."

"Nancy! Don't joke like that!" I blushed hotly, remembering how she'd made love to me the night before. She was joking... wasn't she?

Jody fit a diamond necklace over my collarbone and clasped it behind my neck. "Put these on." She handed me a pair of real diamond earrings. I took out the little silver studs from my freshly pierced ears, and put on the glittering stones. The jewelry definitely added a classy finishing touch to my outfit. Although I was terrified about the thought of actually going outside in public dressed like this, I had to admit, I looked surprisingly good.

My wife drove us across town to Nancy's house. As she drove, she couldn't take her eyes off me. "You look so adorable with your hair up. With your little black dress... your necklace and earrings sparkling in the moonlight... you look like you're heading to the Oscars. I'm going to have to beat those women off you... I know it."

"Jody, please don't let them do anything to me! Just the fact that I am going to the party dressed as a woman... this is quite humiliating enough."

Jody chuckled. "You are such a nervous nellie."

"Why are you doing this!? Our life was fine the way it was before."

"Oh pooh," my wife said making a face. "Our life was boring. Our sex life was completely and utterly limp. You have to admit darling, Edie Scarsdale's book has injected a whole new energy and excitement into our lives, hasn't it?"

I sat there glumly holding my purse, unwilling to admit she was right. "Exciting for you maybe... I'm scared to death! I can't believe I'm even dressed this way, and we're going to a woman's party. We both should be committed to an insane asylum."

Jody glanced at me again. She was definitely having a hard time keeping her eyes on the road. "I'm crazy about you, darling. You look cute. You're practically one of the girls now. Now fix your lipstick. We're almost there."

There were at least a dozen cars parked out front of Nancy's suburban 2-story home. Beside selling adult items, she was actually a doctor, a big shot surgeon at City Hospital. Her house was huge, on a five acre lot, with a long, windy driveway, jammed with Jaguars, Mercedes and BMW's.

I climbed from the passenger's side, my ankles wobbling in my new 3" heels. Jody came around the car and took my hand, leading me through the maze of vehicles parked in the street.

Before we got to the door, my wife pulled me into her arms, kissed me ever so lightly – so that our lipstick wouldn't smear, and said, "No matter what happens tonight my darling, just remember that I love you dearly."

With a smile, she led me to the front door and pushed the doorbell. I stood there, heart pounding, wondering what on earth I was in for...

Betsy's husband, Nicole, a 45-year old crossdresser wearing an old fashioned black and white maid's uniform, answered the door. She ushered us into the foyer, and as I walked past her, I brushed against several layers of crinolines pushing up her short skirt almost in a tutu around her waist. Her garter belts were quite visible, as were a pair of very skinny legs in 3" black patent leather pumps. 

"Come in, come in," Nicole said, trying to disguise his masculine voice in a higher register.

"You must be Nicole," Jody said smiling.

"Yes, and you must be Mistress Jody." The crossdresser dropped to the floor, and planted a kiss on each of my wife's shoes. As she did so, I noticed that her hair, a huge red beehive, was obviously a wig.

"And you must be Ms Deena," the crossdresser said on his knees looking up at me admiringly. "You look delicious."

"Thank you," I whispered uncertainly.

"Come," Jody said. She took my hand and held it up in the air. Trying not to falter on my heels, I followed her lead, feeling like a prize chihuahua being led on a leash. 

I followed my wife through a 2-story foyer with a magnificent winding staircase and balcony, through an arched hall made of stone, into a great room with a high peaked, cathedral ceiling. Overhead stretched wooden beams dripping with hanging plants. A fire crackled in a stone fireplace, and the stars twinkled overhead through several skylights.

At first it was hard to make out how many people were in the room. The lights were dimmed, and the bookshelves on the walls sparkled with candles. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw about a dozen women of all ages, shapes, sizes and nationalities, standing or sitting about the room's pit of plush couches. Each lady looked quite refined. The candlelight and moonlight combined to put a glow into their jewelry that made me feel like I was stepping into the midst of a group of maenads about to conduct the midsummer night's eve rites of spring. 

Every eye turned to face us as Jody led me into the room.

My college nemesis Nancy stood in front of the fireplace, showing the ladies the latest adult fashions. Sprinkled on a coffee table before here were nipple clamps, riding crops, and a large black 10" dildo!

"Ah, the juicy Ms. Jody and our guest of honor, the divinely delectable Deena." To the crossdresser maid, she said, "Nicole, fetch Jody a glass of wine."

Playing the gracious hostess to the hilt, Nancy introduced us to each of the women present, "The Baronessa Betsy," Nicole's wife, "Brenda, Jen, Lady Margaret..." 

The Baronessa Betsy wore a little crown among her Dolly Parton style platinum blonde hair... Brenda had her hair snatched back tightly from her face, wore dark glasses and dressed like an attorney... Jen couldn't have been any more than 24, and looked as cute as a model in her short black leather mini skirt and black gogo boots.

Each was extremely well dressed, manicured and coifed, and holding a glass of wine. Their reactions to me varied with their hairdos and their outfits. Some smiled merrily, others giggled, one even grabbed my breast, wanting to know "if they were real."




BDSM - Castle Slave



She had been sitting there for three long hours. Naked and down on her knees, waiting for Him. 

Of course He had ordered her to do so. Goosebumps spread over her entire body as the coldness from the old stone floor now slowly crept into her. She couldn't see the high sealing that curved up above her as the dark of the approaching night had already taken over the antique attic. The only light that met her eyes came from a distant source outside. All she wanted was for her Master to arrive home soon. Fortunately for her it would take Him no more that ten minutes since He now slowly approached the great steel fence. 

--

He was used to the comfort of the big Rolls, which was His everyday car as He could easily afford the massive amount of gas it took to keep it running. The sounds of Vivaldi and Bach still seemed to come straight from the gods through the LOGIC7 sound system as He slowly pulled up to the end of the driveway. He had no chauffeur; He didn't want one, as He couldn't stand handing out control of a vehicle He used for His own transport. He controlled his own car, chopper and private jet when necessary. 

Now He looked up at the oak door belonging to his secluded castle. He could see through the glass walls beside it that indeed the lights where out. This meant His slave had done her duty and had been sitting there on her knees for at least thirty minutes straight, waiting for Him. She also hadn't moved as otherwise the automatic lights would have popped on instantly. It would have taken them at least thirty minutes to switch off again. 

As He approached His castle the great oak door swung open by itself as it recognized it's signal key. In the attic a single light popped on. His slave was instantly blinded by it as it was pointed directly at Her. He stood still and took His time to stare at her. He took a deep breath; God only knew how much He loved her, how could He not? 

He looked down on His young slave; she had a perfect body that matched her age. Her long, blond hair was hanging down from one shoulder as He had ordered. Her knees where spread wide and she wore nothing but the thick leather collar and some wristbands He had put on her just a couple of years ago. She held her head up and kept looking down although the strong light made sure she wouldn't see Him anyways. Her arms were firmly crossed behind her back. She opened her mouth and stuck out her soft pink tongue as if to greet him. He watched her long stretched shadow on the cold and ancient floor. The image struck him like pure art. He could feel his pulse rising and he wanted to hit her and caress her at the same time. His rock hard cock was pulsing inside his pants. He now unzipped them and took out His big manhood, the one she once had so many trouble taking in. But now it went in smoothly, all the way down and she didn't even choke that loud. He could feel her cold hair against the skin of His hands but her mouth was still wet and warm. The softness of her lips drove him crazy. He drove His cock in deep. He always tried to fully enjoy each moment of entering her mouth before he fucked it roughly. 

Now He took a look at His Rolex Explorer and started counting; she knew she would only get five minutes to please Him. It shouldn't take her any longer as He had been thinking about her all day long. Normally He could easily last for as long as he liked, but not when He had only just got home, He needed her most right now. 

Finally he felt His tension release as He cleared his longing deep within her throat. She almost choked but did still manage to keep it in her mouth and show it to Him before she swallowed it all down. He could tell from her face she loved it. She loved the taste of his warm cum anytime and he could clearly she felt proud at being allowed to swallow it. He took another look at his watch; five and a half minutes had passed, He was angry. She hadn't done her job. 

--

She knew she hadn't done her job. She tried to look proud and satisfied but deep inside she knew He wouldn't let her get away with it. He would punish her severely and she shivered by the thought of it. Now she felt truly naked for the first time. Soon after she felt the strong grasp of His fist pulling on her hair, pulling her up to her feet. She kept looking down, she felt saddened for not being able to please Him on time. A strong gush of pain went through her body as He hit her hard in the face. He spat on her, she felt ashamed. She knew what was going to happen next. She whispered: 'I'm sorry Master'. 

As expected He pulled her up to the glass wall beside the door, it rose high above her. At the sides hang rusty but strong chains that fitted perfectly inside the lock bound to her leather wristbands. Her arms were spread wide and high above her head, which pushed her body up against the glass. He also spread and bound her feet but they didn't get the luxury of a leather band. 

Then she heard a drawer from one of the cupboards being opened, she knew her Master was always prepared. Pretty soon she felt the long whip hit her with an intense force, she started counting aloud thanking Him for every stroke, which she of course deserved for her lack of service before. 'One, thank you Master, two, thank you Master, three...' 

Inside she felt lucky that the castle was so secluded as a random person passing by could have easily seen her naked body pressed against the glass from miles away. Each stroke seemed to be more painful than the one before. She could feel the leather straps cutting deep within her skin. She screamed and pretty soon she even started crying. She hadn't cried in a long time, it had been at least three days since He had punished her this bad. When she counted fifty He suddenly stopped. His breathing sounded load but she could also hear His relieve. Her back was bleeding and she was aching so badly she nearly fainted. Now her Master reached out again to one of the cupboards in the attic and retrieved a cold towel from its drawer. It felt great upon her now hot and burning flesh. He soothed her and she knew the punishment was now soon to be over. She allowed herself to feel a slight sense of pride as she knew her Master would once again grow proud of her. 

He came close to her once again and she felt His long, hard lid entering her behind. His hands came up from underneath her arms as He cupped her large but firm breast. She smiled; she had been waiting for him. Although each of His trusts made her feel the intense pain on her scared back, she knew she wanted Him. She wanted Him to feel her, to fuck her, to take her, to have her... 

Finally, after he came for the second time that night, He unchained her. He spoke in a soft voice: 'Make sure you are ready and dressed for dinner on time, don't you dare to be late...'



BDSM for Dummies



Danny burst through the front door. "Gloria! Gloria! I got it. I picked it up on the way home."

Gloria came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel. She was used to Danny's enthusiasm for every hi-tech toy that came on the market. "What is it this time? A personal asswipe assistant?  PDA and tissue dispenser?"

Danny grabbed her arm and pulled her into the bedroom. He dropped the box he was holding onto the bed and opened it for her approval.

"What the hell is it?"

"A BDSM Kit. Gloria, we talked about this. Spice up our sex life. Add a little mystery. Remember?"

"BDSM. Isn't that like whips and chains? I don't know, Danny."

"Come on, Gloria. You said you'd try it.  It'll be fun."

"Do ya know what all these things are for? I mean, some of them look kinda dangerous."

"Don't worry. It comes with a book and everything."

"Alright. I cooked dinner. Let's eat, have some wine and then we'll come in and play with your new toys."

"Great! I love you, Gloria."

Gloria hadn't planned for a romantic evening. Dinner was left over pasta casserole and a wine of unknown heritage with an artificial cork. She found a couple of candles, dimmed the dining room lights, and tried her best to get in a romantic mood despite her occasional visions of cat-o-nine tails and spikey dog collars. She shuddered.

Danny couldn't have cared less about the less-than-fancy dinner. He was beside himself thinking about the evening's adventure. He dreamed of being Master and having his wife at his command. Ever since the kids moved out and she started working again, she had been awfully outspoken with him.

Danny did his best to be patient. He deliberately ate slowly to prolong the agony of waiting. Agony seemed fitting to get him attuned to an evening of BDSM. Gloria kept looking at him suspiciously. She had never seen him so anxious about sex before. He was good to her and actually wonderful in bed, but they hadn't done anything exotic before this other than the whipped cream that left her sticky in uncomfortable places for what seemed like weeks.

They cleared the table, put the dishes in the dishwasher and retired to the living room to finish their wine. They kissed and gently pawed one another, but it was obvious to Gloria that Danny was about to explode if he couldn't get back to the BDSM Kit.

"Danny, why don't we take this to the bedroom and you can show me your new toys."

"Damn. I can't wait. Come on Gloria. It'll be fun." He pulled her up from the couch and dragged her into the bedroom once again.

"OK, what do we do?" she offered expectantly.

"Well, let's start by taking our clothes off. Here, I'll rip your blouse off…"

"The hell you will. I paid $45 for this blouse. It's practically brand new!"


"Work with me here, Gloria."

"OK, what do we have to work with in that box?

"I didn't read the whole manual so I'm only guessing. Looks like these are handcuffs. A red ball with bungees on it. A bunch of rope. Alligator clips."

"Any pot in there?" For the first time she raised her eyebrows in interest.

"They're not for roach clips. I think I'm supposed to clip them on your nipples."

"…and then you die," she said emphatically.

"Nobody gets really hurt, Gloria. It says here we need a safe word."

"What do you mean?"

"Couples should have a special word. If either one says it, everything stops so nobody gets hurt."

" How about, 'If you hurt me, motherfucker, I'll cut your balls off when it's my turn.'" Gloria slipped off her blouse and dropped her skirt to the floor.

"OK….good. You're showing some interest…but maybe something shorter."

"How about, 'You motherfucker!!" she said slingshotting her panties at him.

"Better. We'll go with that."

Danny pulled off all his clothes except for his dark dress socks. He wasn't a complete novice at this remembering the only stag film he had ever seen. Then he fished through the box and pulled out the padded handcuffs. "OK, Gloria, lay down on the bed on your back. I'm going to tie you up."

Danny fumbled with the handcuffs and finally got them on Gloria's wrists and locked to the bedposts.

"You do have the key, don't you? I don't want to be explaining to a locksmith why I'm stark naked handcuffed to the bed."

Danny assured her it would not be a problem, then busied himself with the braided nylon rope provided in the kit. After several tries, he managed to tie her legs apart well enough that she couldn't just slip her feet out.

"OK, " he stood back to admire his handiwork. "Now I can do things to you."

"Like what?"

"I don't know…like stick things in your pussy."

"Like WHAT??

"Well," Danny looks through the kit, "they didn't really give us anything like that."

"Brother…," she mutters under her breath. 

"Uhhh," looking around the room hopefully, "how about this?"

"My hairbrush? Jesus, Danny."

"Well, it's supposed to be a little kinky, I think."

"OK, great. Be careful." Danny started to insert the bristle end into her pussy, but one look at the mayhem in Gloria's eyes made him turn it around and insert the handle.

"Oh wait, what's this?  It says it's a ball gag. We gotta put this on you."

"Why?"

"So you can't scream for help, I guess."

"Then how am I going to say the safe word?"

"Good point. Maybe we could put it on loose and you can spit it out if you need to."

"Yeah…oh baby…I'm really getting turned on now."

"Come on, Gloria. Why aren't you getting into this?"

"I'm tied up. I have my hairbrush up my twat and you want to stuff a red rubber ball in my mouth…you figure it out."

"I thought you wanted to spice up our sex life. Alright, maybe we could do it the other way around. You tie me up and do things."

"Alright! That might work."

Danny uncuffed her and Gloria kicked her feet out of the ropes.

"How'd you do that?" Danny said dejectedly. Then he layed down on the bed in Gloria's place.

Like a rodeo cowboy hog-tying a steer, she expertly tied his hands to the bedposts with the pillow cases. She pulled his legs apart and bound them to the bed with the top sheet.

"Damn…how'd you learn that?"

"Girl Scouts."

"Oh…."

"Any last words?"

"Huh?" Her efficiency had him genuinely concerned.

"You know…before I put the gag on you and do stuff."

"No…I guess not." Almost before he got the words out, she stuffed her panties in his mouth and tied a silk scarf around his head to hold it.

"How's that? Comfy?"

"It's a little tight," his pleading voice came out a little muffled.

Gloria makes a quick adjustment making it tighter. "Now?"

"Huu wff gug mmumm duu?" he pleaded, cheeks puffing with each syllable.

"I like it. OK, I'm going to do stuff now. First I'm going to take all this stuff back where it came from. I'll be back in an hour."

"Hai muffuf goofduf duu wha!!"

"I love you too, sweetie. But it'll be back to the missionary position when I get home."



BDSM for Everyone



The goals of BDSM aren't different than the goals of any other sort of relationship. The drives and dynamics of its practitioners, those that the practices draw upon and celebrate aren't unique to them. They're powerful components and mechanics at play inside all of us. That's why everyone, not only kinksters or fetish enthusiasts should have an interest in BDSM.

If you read what people have to say about their practices by investing a few minutes with Google, you'll find remarkable commonality. When you cut out all the specifics, regardless of the flavors or styles of the practitioners in question, they sound remarkably alike when describing the emotional results. Even doms and subs express feelings that, if you can get around the window dressing will sound as similar to each other as they do to perfectly vanilla people writing about romance.

This is because they're all talking about the same thing. They're talking about the feeling that comes from the fulfillment those drives that we as humans, social creatures that we are, all have in common. They're talking about intimacy.

So, what's all the hubbub? If what these people want is the same as what normal 'vanilla' folks, want, why do they have to be so freaky and weird?

Well, I can assure you from experience that many people do wish they could be more 'normal'. But the fact is, we're a diverse lot, we humans. We have many layers of individual variation between us and those deep, profound places of commonality that we share. Some of us simply require different routes to experiencing intimacy, just as we all, for example, have different ideas on a career that will fulfill us.

All of us require a certain level of emotional security in a situation before we can fulfill more complex aesthetic drives, like affection, arousal, attraction; the broad manifestations of intimacy. People who are starving are seldom preoccupied with music, and people being chased by bears are seldom distracted with chasing potential mates. Those basic needs are common. But as they grow more abstract they also grow more personalized.

People love to wax poetic on what being a dominant or being a submissive or any of a collection of more or less synonymous terms means to them. But the truth is, they all boil down to one very simple thing. They signify an requirement in the social environment that they need to meet to in order to achieve the prerequisite security to augment those more sublime feelings associated with intimacy.

Have you ever found yourself saying something like any of the following statements? "My boss is an idiot who couldn't lead his way out of a paper bag!" "It's my turn to decide where we go on date night." "I like a partner to be respectful and polite." "I like petite partners." "I find it attractive when women blush or behave demurely." "I wanna kick his ass." "I am so much better than him at this thing." "I'm the one telling this story, be quiet." "I'm not arguing, I'm just explaining." "Oh, no you didn't!" "This is so stupid." "I could never date a girl who was taller than me." "I insist on paying for a date." "I'm the bread-winner for this family."

How about any of these? "I respect this person so much I would follow them, anywhere." "Uhm. I'm fine with whatever you wanna do." "You pick out a movie for us to watch." "This makes me proud to be a part of this." "I want to be a part of something bigger than myself." "I like strong guys (or chicks) with big muscles! Especially big shoulders!" "I really just wish someone competent would tell me what to do, here!" "I like being treated like a lady." "Okay, but just for you." "I like older partners." "What are we gonna do, now?" "Help." "? (silently showing big puppydog eyes)" "Pleeeease!" "Okay, okay, you win."

If you recalled ever saying something reminiscent of a statement from the first list, then think back to those moments. Consider the situation that you were in. You were, at the time, reacting to a drive that could be called a dominant impulse. The moments that you recall saying things from the second list were reacting to a submissive impulse.

The point is that nearly everyone frequently experiences moments of both, because the submissive impulse and the dominant impulse are normal social mechanisms that every one of us have.

Used in the sexual context of BDSM, it means simply that a person draws a particular emotional security when one of those impulses is satisfied that augments or enhances their experience of trust, affection, arousal, attraction, or, as I prefer to call it, intimacy.

When this is polarized more or less acutely in an individual, we say they have a submissive or dominant nature, and we call that person a submissive or a dominant based on those traits. People often ascribe various aspects of personality to those natures. But it's useful to keep in mind that those behaviors simply stem from the exercise of nature where one feels good, secure, happy, or sexy. They're a manifestation, and can be misleading if one isn't careful to observe the underlying causes.

Just to make it clear, we don't choose these natures. They're the result of a combination of influences from genetics and role models through modeled behavior and formulative experience and successful social coping techniques, that all work together to define our individual comfort zones. None of these things are nearly ever consciously selected by any of us.

I like to liken it to someone with food allergies or lactose intolerance, or inability to digest eggs. They have all the same systems as the rest of us. They simply need to find a slightly different diet to meet the same basic nutritional needs.

Many people may at this point may be saying something like, "That's all fine for them. But I'm an old fashioned, meat and potatoes kind of person. I don't need anything fancy or weird." Which is of course, fair enough. If you were dissatisfied I'm sure you'd know it, and I'm certainly not here to tell anyone what they should or should not want.

But the thing that I'd ask you to consider, though, is simply this. Contrary to popular belief, most of the people that you find in various forms of BDSM lifestyle didn't seek it out because they necessarily were unsatisfied, bored, or perceived any distinct lack in their lives. Some do, but not the majority.

In my experience, most are attracted to it by a kind of curiosity that is spurred by something they see that thrills them in some inexplicable way. It could be something as simple as an image; a picture or photograph. It could be a video or a story. It could even be a glimpse of people behaving a certain way. But whatever it is, they see, it brings with it a thrill, a powerful feeling of attraction and excitement.

They may not know why. They may even be in many ways equally repulsed by that thing they saw, as well. But some aspect of it or other spoke to them on some level in way that was more emotionally charged than the other relationships that they were accustomed to experiencing. Often they've never found themselves even remotely attracted to kink or fetish of any sort.

Then they're confronted with an intimidating proposition. That is, to look at this weird new aspect of themselves and to consider what it might say about them, being attracted to what had been until that moment a comfortably distant taboo. One has to consider how it might alter their present self image, with all that emotional security bound up in it. They also have to consider how it effects what they had perceived as the spectrum of their wants and resulting fulfillment, and how what they had considered satisfaction prior to this, might in fact have been more akin to tolerance, or 'getting by'. And in turn, how would that effect the things they may want or crave in the future?

Often it's not the depth of these tendencies that determines who will explore this. Rather, the deciding factor is the depth of their aversion to what exploring this might entail, and how well they can manage to suppress and forget their moment of curiosity.

What they don't realize is that exploring this aspect doesn't have to be a strange journey into a dangerous and seedy world of iniquity. As we've said, the tendencies that these practices draw upon exist in all of us and can manifest in relatively innocuous and mundane ways that we witness every day and never give a second thought.

If those every day occurrences can satisfy these dominant or submissive impulses to some greater or lesser degree, why does one need to mess with all that strangeness? The simple answer is, they don't.

Let me make it clear, there is nothing wrong with kink or fetish. In my experience, for every bracing experience that one confronts in pursuing these things, as real as those torments may be, they pale in comparison to the long term, chronic effects of year after unsatisfied year in relationships that are 'good enough'. For some people these strange arrangements and toys and methods are the easiest, most comfortable way of finding fulfillment.

For others, other approaches are required. Neither inclination is more to be preferred than to have a dominant, submissive, masochistic, or sadistic tendency is, or tendency at all. For many, a profoundly D/s (domination and submission) oriented relationship can look completely vanilla. As a matter of fact, many 'old fashioned' traditions that look perfectly conservative are profoundly oriented in this direction. For example, one of my favorite protocols involves a fetish for Victorian styled aesthetics, which is pretty blatantly male-dom. The same is true of various traditional or religious marriages, for example, of those who embrace Christian 'head of the house' views.

With some insight, it can even help those in these relationships ease some of the stress that the arrangement places on a couple by modifying the power exchange dynamics in small but potent and deliberate ways.

This is one of the groups of people that I would most like my writing to address: those that have this nature and inclination, whose consideration of these methods could help really improve their relationships. Those who are also held at bay by the alienating imagery that often surrounds the lifestyles where they might learn these things healthily. Or those who are merely unsure of how it might impact a lifestyle that they are largely happy with.

And this is why I say that everyone should be interested in BDSM. I think many would be surprised at just what a broad percentage of the population could be positively impacted in these ways. Many of them are probably the role models and protectors of the status quo that make each other leery of experimenting.



BDSM Garden Scene



We are fairly new to BDSM and I am gradually training my partner to be a good Dom so that I may enjoy what appeals to me while she gets enjoyment herself. The narrative below is one such experience.

It was an overcast but warm day and we were relaxing in the garden. As the garden is secluded we were nude and enjoying the freedom from clothing. I was laying on a canvas and metal sun lounger and we had been talking about trying another 'scene'. Suddenly, Liz got up and said "stay there, I have an idea that I would like to try. It should prove a memorable experience! ".

When she came back a few minutes later, she had a carrier bag of bits with her. Taking out a short length of rope she pushed one of my arms down to the side of the sunbed and tied my wrist to the leg of the sunbed. She did the same with the other arm.

Moving down to the bottom of the bed, she lifted my legs off the bed and down to the side where she tied a rope between my ankles, taking it behind the legs of the bed.

Picture the scene so far, I was now securely tied to the sun bed, on my back, with arms and legs touching the ground. Arms tied to the legs of the bed and ankles tied together and held back vertically under my knees. Reaching in the bag again, Liz brought out a 'Gates of Hell' Cock Ring Strap which comprises a leather strap running the length of the cock and 5 metal rings fixed at intervals along the strap and going around the shaft of the cock at different positions along it. A strap at the base secures it around the balls and shaft of the cock.

She pushed the rings over my cock and secured the strap before arranging the rings along my cock shaft. 

Liz reached into the bag again and brought out an vibrating butt plug, putting some lubricant on the tip, she placed it on the rosebud of my arse and with a push and a twist, pushed it fully home and pumped it up so that I really felt that my arse was filled up and that I badly needed a crap.

She now tied a rope to a ring on the cock-strap which was under my balls and taking it over the foot of, and under, the bed, pulled it tight and tied it to the rope linking my ankles so that if I moved my legs at all I would receive a greater pull on my balls and more pain in that region.

My cock was now already pointing to the clouds and to get the blood moving even better, Liz get a small 9 thong whip out of the bag.

Starting on my breast, she warmed the area up both sides with the whip bringing a pink flush to the whole area. Then without any sort of warning she adjusted the stroke so that the tips of the thongs hit my nipple, then with a backhand stroke she hit the other. The movement was repeated again. Oh what sweet pain.

Next she worked down my body and along both thighs bringing a nice deep pink glow to the skin. Each time I allowed a leg to jerk the connected rope yanked on my balls bringing a dull pain to that area in addition to the area she was working on.

Liz then briefly stood back to admire her work before she flicked the whip hard at my balls. I nearly came then but as she quickly whipped the shaft, the thongs easily going between the metal rings and the pending orgasm dropped back to an 'orgasm pending' type pain.

Having finished with the whip, Liz put it down and took a pair of 'Butterfly Clip' nipple clamps joined with a chain, out of the bag and clipped one of the clips on my left nipple, pulling it to test its security. Happy that it was securely fixed she then got another set from her bag and clipped one onto my other nipple.

Taking the other ends of the two chains, one in each hand, Liz now moved round to my head and placed her cunt on my face. "Eat me" she said and enforced the instruction with a pull on the chains connected to my nipples. I quickly applied my tongue to the already wet area!

I moved my tongue around to encourage the clit out of its hood and then sucked on it while gently teasing it with my teeth. Liz was now wildly riding my face and encouraging me on with the chain 'reins' on my nipples. It wasn't long before she came and sprayed my face with her female cum.

After regaining her breath, Liz got off of my face and taking a ball gag out of her bag of tricks, fitted it around my head before moving round to sit astride my body, facing my head. Taking my steel encased, rock hard prick in one hand, she slowly lowered herself onto it. There was so much lubricant on her cunt lips that my prick started to slide in without any problem. I felt a slight check as she reached the first ring and then a slight rush as it pushed past her muscle and slid in to the next ring. The feeling was a great new novelty to me and I could tell by the groans and body movements that it was doing even more for Liz.

Once my cock was fully home, Liz sat for a moment then leaning forward, to my surprise took another ball gag from the bag and tied it in her own mouth. She then picked up the chain connected to the clip on my left nipple and clamped its spare nipple clip it onto her right nipple, giving a muffled gasp as its jaws bit. She then connected the other chain and clip to her left nipple.

We were now connected at three points, my cock in her cunt and by our nipples.

Slowly she began to ride me, carefully moving so that the chains did not tighten. As she moved the rings on my cock gave her feelings inside her cunt more intense that anything tried so far.

As she breathing became quicker and shallower, so her movements speeded up and the chains occasionally tightened briefly bringing sudden increased pain to our nipples. We were now both moaning in ecstasy which was pain, and pain which was also ecstasy

I felt the tremors begin inside her wet, warm love canal and then build up until they exploded into an intense orgasm which caused her body to arch, pulling on the clamps on our nipples and in tightening them bringing cruel pain. As the pain hit my tortured nipples I orgasmed and as I shot my load forcefully into her my upward hip movement yanked the rope connected to my cock and ball strap further intensifying the strength of my orgasm and turning hers into multiple ones. Each time she orgasmed the nipple clamps tightened on our nipples drawing screams of agony and ecstasy into our gags and causing increased sensation through our bodies. 

Eventually Liz could cum no more and she collapsed on top of me. When she was eventually able to move, Liz carefully removed the clamps from our tits and climbed off of my cock.

After untying me, we both staggered into the house for a shower and a drink. 

The ache in our nipples reminded us of the experience for several days afterwards and as we later talked about it, we were turned on by the thought of it all happening within a few tens of yards of our neighbours and wondered what they would have thought, and how far we would have been heard if we hadn't worn the gags.

There is a good chance that we may try it again sometime if we get short on ideas.

© B Charles 2001



BDSM Hangover: The Morning After



It was a hard day just like the ones before. After staying up much too late, I awakened feeling almost hung over. Dragging my naked ass out of bed, the dog immediately begged to go out. I wasn't ready for this shit yet. Chastising him, I shuffled off to the bathroom. The night before had been hard on this body. The last thing I wanted was to get old before my time, especially my body, my temple. I had seen it happen too often to others.

In the early morning light, I sat on the toilet contemplating the events of the night before. My cunt ached from the session, and I sorely needed a shower – a long hot shower. At least the coffee pot had my back; the noise of my liquid energy dripping and gurgling comforted me for a moment. Dammit! Why did I let him go that far? I could have stopped it; always trying to please...stupid ass bitch that I am.

I cleaned myself up and I could feel the bruising. I was going to be sore for a while, that was for damn sure. But at least the tip was good. I needed it last month, but couldn't get a generous one until now. The last month was peppered with cheap-skates that wanted their way for next to nothing...hard economy Miss...whatever asshole. The hard times doesn't change what I can do for them, what their wives won't do for them, that they can't get anywhere else. I may not be eighteen anymore, or even twenty-five, but I could still make a man beg for more, or even better – collapse and cry from abject humiliation. God, I loved that. 

I let the dog out, and the morning sun was shocking. For weeks I had been sleeping days and out nights now, and it was finally spring. Too bad I couldn't enjoy it right now. All I could see was an unkempt yard that needed attention. I was busy sleeping off the work of the night before, that's a decent reason, isn't it? My nights had become work, felt like a chore for weeks now. Coming back to earth again, I have no time to think. I had to wake up, shower, get to the bank and get my account back in the black. I breathed a sigh of relief. At least I could do that much. Today, anyway...it would be a better day today. And at least the incessant phone calls from my overdue bills wouldn't wake me today; some of those would be satisfied by the end of the day. Satisfied...yeah right. Interesting choice of words...

As I sipped my coffee slowly, my mind wandered as it always does. Last night was a comedy of errors, a three ring circus with me ending up a clown. I can't always be the Mistress of Ceremonies, that's for sure, for damn sure. The bottom line was I needed the cash, pure and simple. Even though I advertise myself and am known in play circles as a switch, I feel more comfortable, more me when topping. There is nothing like the rush of adrenaline I get when topping a kneeling, naked whimpering man. Pushing him, humiliating him, feeling him crumble in my hands...that is how I got to this point in my life – pursuing that very desire.

Into the shower I go, it's almost noon already. Time flies so quickly when I try to have just a little time to think. Such a luxury these days, but life calls. Washing my hairspray-caked hair feels wonderful; scrubbing off some of the session from hell feels good. The smell of coconuts relaxes me, and I reach down instinctively to my reddish nipples, gently rubbing them as the soap runs down my chest and back. One of the things I never minded about being fair-skinned: pinkish red nipples, hints of innocence past. I close my eyes, concentrating on my breasts, small but round still, squeezing them as they slip out of my hands, teasing me. I take the soapy loofa to them. That's it...nice and light on the tips of my nipples. Opening my eyes, I watch as they grow stiffer and more red in color. I have always loved watching myself get turned on. If the steam from my hot showers wouldn't loosen the adhesive; I would have attached a mirror on the tiles a long time ago. There is always the bedroom full-length mirror for that. 

Feeling my cunt getting hot, I reach around with my left hand and let my fingers probe my sore ass. The sensation of nails over bruising is both incredibly hot and slightly painful, not what I am used to. I lighten up the touch, still scrubbing my tits and watching them swell with attention. I love how they get slightly rounder, appreciative of the special attention I give them when bathing. Both hands now concentrating on my tits, I flick my nipples with my nails, teasing them for more. Grabbing the soap again, I squirt a little into my palm, and work it around my pussy, careful not to scrub it roughly. She needs some tlc today, that's for sure. Rinsing down, I clean my cunt again, shooting warm water inside to rinse. I love the mildly erotic sensations from just warm water. It's amazing how reactive my body can be at times. Following my pussy's lead, I continue working the water jets around my lips, my clit, and inside me again. Getting filled with warm water, be it anally or vaginally always, always turns me on. 



BDSM House Call



I arrive wheeling a metal case. I placed it on the table and opened it up. Inside were all manner of tools for the BDSM enthusiast.

Blindfolds, whips, chains and handcuffs. A collar and ball gag for the more noisy women, enough for some interesting fun. Also were a rope, a spreader bar, and all the apparatus for a BDSM sling included. She was decidedly brave to take all this on, on her first encounter but I supposed jumping into the deep end certainly had its advantages.

"I'll go and get changed in my bedroom, while you set up here." She said to me. She headed off to her bedroom and I began to set up. Her lounge was large and spacious. There were wrought iron bars on the windows. She also had a stripper pole, which came in handy later that day.

I attached the handcuffs to the bars. I then constructed the sling. Then I placed all the other apparatus on the table. The whips, collars, additional handcuffs, ball gag, the spreader bar, blindfold and containers of wax with a lighter next to it.

I limbered up and prepared for the festivities. I put on a large coat with a hood, leather gloves on my hands, military boots on my feet, metal cock ring and prepared for the fun to come. I knocked on her bedroom door "Come in" she said. I stepped inside. 

She was standing there in four-inch black leather stiletto heels a shiny leather corset that stopped before her luscious 34C breasts and before her luscious beautifully shaved cunt. She was wearing arms length black leather gloves.

"Are you ready to begin madam?" I said rather formally.

"But of course" she cordially replied. 

There was a distinctive deep clack of her heels as she moved across the wooden floor. It was silenced when she stepped onto the carpet. She looked around at the various BDSM devices I had set up. 

Her heart sped up a few beats and her breathing became more audible. She was excited and willing. "Take your pick," I said. She replied, "Let's start with my stripper pole".

I then stood her in front of it and bent her over, lifted her hands backwards over her head and clasped her wrists around the pole. I handcuff them into place and move to her feet. I place the spreader bar between her feet and locked it into place.

Next, I blindfolded her and put in the ball gag. It was such a sight.

I picked up a short leather whip and began teasing her body with it. I stroked her vagina with it and slid it over her asshole. I felt a slight trembling from her skin as I continued this activity. I then grabbed her cunt and massaged it thoroughly. I got her moist and then I walked around and said to her "You have been a naughty girl" I then give her a light tap of the whip on her ass, then again a little bit harder.

I took the ball gag off and asked her "What do you have to say for yourself you dirty little slut."

"Nothing, punish me" She replied.

"Certainly, you do need punishing" I said.

I then patted the whip on her back and then gave a firm smack to her backside. 

"I'm going to give you some more punishment," I said.

I undid her handcuffs and removed the spreader bar. I took off the blindfold and lead her to the sling. I removed her corset to leave her in nothing but shoes. She laid face down suspended in the air with her hands raised and secured in place behind her head. There is now a gimp mask on her head. Her legs are secured and spread far apart.

I picked up some purple candle wax, lit it up, and watched as it began to melt. I began to pour the hot sticky liquid, the first of many she would receive that day, on to her back. She struggled as the hot stuff touched her skin. She then relaxed as I continued to pour more onto her body. It dripped down her sides and she enjoyed it. I then used different colour waxes and she moaned in delight.

Her body now began to resemble a Jackson Pollack painting. All that wax was stinging with heat as it began to cool on her body. She had no boundaries, no inhibitions, and certainly no shame. I undid her restraints and removed her from the sling. I lead her to the wrought iron bars by the window. I removed the gimp mask and then put the ball gag back in her mouth. She had her hands behind her back handcuffed to the iron bars. She had only her high heels and the candle wax adorning her body.

I now removed my coat and lifted her up; she gazed at my cock with the metal cock ring around it. I then moved toward her pussy and slide it in.

I heard a loud moan from her mouth as I slid it all in. I slowly slid it in and out and began to build up rhythm and speed. She continued to moan as I increased my pace. She pulled against her handcuffs as pleasurable lust flowed through her body. Her moans of ecstasy permeated through the gag in her mouth.

The unmistakable sound of metal on metal as the handcuffs encountered the iron bars filled her lounge and it continued for quite some time.

It seemed time to finish her off. I removed the handcuffs, took out the ball gag.

"Take off your gloves and your shoes" I said to her. "Head to the shower" I added.

I then removed the apparatus I was wearing.

She stood there outside the shower waiting for me. It was a large glass enclosed shower. I ushered her inside and pumped away. Feeling her impending orgasm I pushed harder and harder until orgasm shot through her and sent shivers through her spine.

I proceeded to continue my resolve until I was ready to shoot my load. She placed her face in front of my cock and took stream after stream of my hot jizz on her face. 

She sat back, caught her breath, and smiled at me. I then stepped back to her and pissed all over her face. "Thank you" she said to me.

I left the bathroom and deconstructed and packed away all the equipment, and got dressed in my suit for activities later that day. As I finished up, I saw her walk out of the bathroom still naked covered in candle wax, cum, and piss. She reached into a cabinet and pulled out an envelope. 

She tossed it to me and said, "There is a little extra there for you". There was quite a bit extra in fact.

"Thank you madam, please call again" I replied.

"Oh I certainly will" She said.



BDSM, Inc. Ch. 01



Gary parked his 3 series convertible BMW right at the entrance and threw the keys to the boy standing there. The was all smiles he caught the keys deftly and gave him a salute. Gary did not even bother to look at him, he knew the boy would take it for a short spin and then park it with great care, he knew too that it would be well taken care of.

He entered the night club, the assault of the loud music did not even bring a change on his dour face. He surveyed the crowd with his piercing eyes, nothing much attracted him, made his way to the bar counter and nodded to Charlie. It was Charlie all the time, whoever it was, whatever his real name may have been, it was always Charlie at the door, Charlie behind the bar. Charlie swung into action, jumping the queue over two other customers to make his drink. One made a muttered gesture at that then looked at Gary, got the stare and quickly nodded. Gary had that effect on people. He was not friendly, not talkative, not really liked. But served well.

He took a sip from the glass the bartender put before him, nodded his approval and turned to survey the scene. As he was turning back, across the dancing, gyrating floor, a woman caught his eye. Twenty four, twenty five, hard to tell with all the make up. Harder to tell with her, with the distance. She sat smoking, her long fingers holding a cigarette like it were an extension of her body. Purple or some such dark color lipstick, spiked hair do, dark hair. Long eyelashes, very definitely fake, and a thin mean lips. She was beautiful, yes, a sort of disdain written all over her face made her look somewhat menacing too. 

Gary was not overly interested in woman, in fact he stayed away from them as much as possible. He had found his tastes for sex were radically different from the rest. He could get a real hardon without a little sadism involved, could really enjoy sex with giving a woman a black eye. His best climax was when he saw blood. A woman's torn bleeding lip, a whip lash mark over her ass. something anything to make him hot. And that did not happen often. If it did then never twice with the same woman. Even the hookers avoided him, the last one had taken the five hundred bucks he had offered her soon after the sex and disappeared, saying she would go through the hell even for ten times the amount. He black eye, and puffed cheek testimony to her resolve.

A while later he finished the drink and made his way to the men's room, passed the woman he that had momentarily aroused his curiosity. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, a cold steely stare. For a moment, they eyes burned into him and sent a chill in his spine. They seemed green and turning darker as she looked. Cold and evil. He felt his cock stir.

As he peed, waiting for his stiffening cock to relent and release his water, he thought of her and surely he would have remembered if he had seen her before. He must ask Charlie about it. He zipped up his pants, washed his hands and walked out. She was not there. He made his way to the counter and saw her sitting on the very stool he had been sitting on, he saw Charlie shrug nervously. Gary walked to her, held her by her arm, realized the well toned muscles in his grip and yanked her out of his stool. All in a single fluid gesture and sat down. 

"Give the woman a drink Charlie." 

They stood behind him lit a fresh cigarette and sat on the stool beside him. She took the drink offered and sipped. Gary picked his fresh drink and sipped and nodded again at Charlie. 

"So, are you Gary?" Her voice, husky and strong.

He turned sideways: "What the fuck it is to you?"

She gave a laugh, her this lips spreading wide, she had a wide mouth, just wide enough to take a large cock like his. "Fuck, it may certainly be. Say, is it true that you like it rough? What I want to know is do you really like to take it as much as you give?"

He didn't answer. She gave another laugh, sarcastic little chuckle, really. "Gawd, so you are just one of those who need to bash up woman and feel superior about it. eh? Not the real rough fuck type? Sorry, and fuck your drink" She got up, the glass left with just a sip taken from it.

He caught her again by the arm and jerked her back to the stool. "Finish the fucking drink and the we go and see about that." His voice was menacing. She sat back. He glanced at her sideways. She had a good set of tits, he never could tell the size by the numbers as some could, for him they fell in simple categories: Huge, big, medium, small and flat. Hers were big. But with the padded bras in the market it was hard to tell really. Her ass was big too, spilled over the stool, and tight. Her black leather skirt had run up a little and showed a set of strong, muscled thighs. And as he looked at her more openly he noticed the contour of a nipple ring in left breast. He leaned forward a little and noticed the same on the other side too. So the tits were not padded after all. She gave himself a dour smile and upped tipped his glass. 

"Follow me."

She left the glass halfway and followed him out. The air outside suddenly felt fresh and he could breath easy, he took a couple of deep breaths, and nodded to Charlie, the boy ran to get his car. She was, he noticed almost as tall as he was, six two in her heels, just a little short of six without. He noticed too she was young, away from the glare of the lights inside, he noticed that she was not wearing much make up. The eye lashes and purple lipstick aside she quite simply done. She smelled of some cheap perfume, God, he hated cheap perfumes, he would get her to shower first.

She got in the car without a comment, they hardly spoke, she smoked all the way, light her second cigarette from the but of the old one.

He parked his car in the garage, opened the door that lead to the living room and held it for her. She blew smoke on his face as she passed. He snorted, getting the smoke out his nose and closed the door, pressing the numeric pad on the side to lock it. She was already sitting on the couch as he turned. 

"Want a drink?"

"Whisky and ice."

"Go take a bath, rid yourself of the cheap perfume, you smell like a slut. I will make the drinks."

"Fuck you, make me do it." He didn't answer and went straight to the bar, poured ice and sloshed some whiskey in two glasses, left them standing on the counter and came to her, three long strides. He reached and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her out of the couch. She screamed as she was literally lifted by her hair. Turned and squealed again in pain and kicked him in the ship. He returned the favor by dragging her towards the bathroom by the kitchen. He opened the door and still dragging her, holding her as far away from himself as possible, making her punch the air trying to get one to land on her body and hold his arm to rid it of her hair. He brought her into the shower. pulled the plastic curtain back and turned the tap on. The cold water jet began to wet them, he had not bothered to on the tap indicating the hot water. 

She screamed again and turned to scratch his face, one nail managed to dig into his cheekbone. He let go of her hair and slapped her with the back of his hand. She went off balance and seizing her by the shoulders, he turned her towards the wall, spread his legs to press her ass to the wall with his hips and held her neck with one hand pinning her to the wall. The other hand adjusted the shower head to direct the cold water on her. He then undid the zipper on her blouse, fumbled to find the zip on the side of her skirt and undid it. He pulled the skirt down first, moving his hips just a little away to let the hand pull the skirt down. His finger had hooked into the panty too and it went down too. 

Both were wet, she was shivering a little, he was hot, he thoughts were farthest away from water. His cock was hard and painful in his trousers. He unhooked her bra and seized her by the shoulder and turned over again. He released her, pulling both her blouse and bra away. She tried to claw at him, he slapped her and stepped away. The makeup had began to run, one of the fake eye lashes was hanging halfway and the other stuck to her cheek. He picked the bottle of liquid soap and slapped it against her tummy. She grabbed it. He stepped back a little, unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the wet floor, unzipped his pant and hooking his boxers with his thumbs along with the pants pulled it down. His eight and a half inch monster sprang up. He was not only long but think as well, his circumcised cock flaring up like a horse's. This thick shaft tapering just slightly towards the base, but still thick enough that most women couldn't circle it in their hand.

She stared at the cock throbbing before, licked her lips and began to lather herself. She moved out of the water to apply the lather and he stepped in , the scratch from her nail on the cheekbone stung as water touched it. She was soaping herself, still transfixed by the cock. He took some soap and ran it over the length of his cock. Stroked himself, foam forming in his hand.

He washed himself then pulled her into the water, the spray of water washed away the soap from the front. Her nipples erect and proud, her ample tits taut and round, light against her nipple, now dark pick. His gaze fell to her clean shaven pussy. Two stalks of lilies, a snake entwining them were tattooed on her, the head of the snake opening and pointing to her clit. He pushed her a little, using his palm to splash the water on her cunt, removing the soap. Then he turned her, hooking one leg by the ankle to lift it, she put her palms on the wall to balance, her ass jutting out. Her cunt, red pussy lips and spread open was exposed to her. Her brought his hard cock to it and pressed. The tight cunt resisted, unnerved he ran the head of his cock up and down her pussy and found the hole, keeping hold of his cock he thrust forward. The head popped in. She moan, both in pain and pleasure. He held his cock there and she began to inch backwards, the length of his cock disappearing into her. She moaned again, and then screamed as his cock was in to the hilt. She was coming already, and panting. He began to fuck her. Long strokes alternating with slow ones. He held one hand on her waist and reached to hold her breast with the other. Squeezing hard pulling at the nipple ring. She moaned, in delight or pain, he could tell. Alternately squeezing each tit, one after another he fucked her. Savagely, banging his meat deep into her. She came again and again. Then as he was about to cum, he put both his hands on her waist and pulled her backwards, she went on all fours, he began to pump furiously, now slapping her ass, her back with one hand. As he came he bent forwards, holding both her tits in each palm, squeezing them hard lifting her up his teeth dug into her back. 

He froze, feeling the come churn in his balls, and move up his long shaft. She leaned back against him her hand moved to hold him close, nails digging into his buttocks. She wailed, a passionate, animal wail as his cock expanded and released his seed into her. He shivered at the intensity of his cum, She wailed as his cock throbbed every drop it could muster. His cock was still hard. It would take at least ten minutes before it deflated to normal size for him. He moved back, a popping sound as it came off the cunt. She turned like a tigress, spreading her leg, holding the cock she shoved it back in, now facing him. She held on to his neck and lifted herself up entwined her legs around him. Bobbing up and down as he held her, she dug her teeth into the his shoulder and screamed as she came again.

A while later, his cock began to soften, she was unable to pump any longer. She put her feet down. Both were panting. He turned away and stood under the shower, grabbed the knob that turned the hot water on, twisted it till the right temperature was attained, washed his cock, still half erect, and stepped out of the enclosure. Picked a towel and walked out of the bathroom.

She was out moments later, a small face towel in her hand. She picked up her drink and joined him on the couch, standing first right at his face and dabbing away the still oozing come from her pussy. She sat next to me. Her thin lips held a smile, a satisfied smile. 

"Angela." She said. He turned to her. "Huh?"

"My name is Angela, and that was best fuck I ever had. But what happened to the reputation of beating sluts up?"

"You will get it. And if you don't shut your trap up you will get it sooner. Now come upstairs to the bedroom, we ain't finished yet."

"Make me." She said, the mocking smile back on her face. He gave a hard slap. Her head jerked back at impact, the cheek began to puff. He held her by hair again and lifted her up, she squealed and clawed his chest, four lines of red appearing on his side, a tiny droplet forming on one. The pain seared through him, He bent her down and slapped her ass. Hard, over and over again. She cried, now tears flowing and she called him to stop. He put his middle and third finger into her still soppy cunt lifted her up by the hair with his other hand. He got up lifting her onto his shoulder and carried her up the stairs. She clawed at his back, he dug his finger into the cunt. Her clawing stopped. He released the hand from her cunt and tried to open the door, his fingers slipping with her juices on them. He at last opened it and kicked at it. Reaching his bed, he threw her on it. Literally threw her, taking her breath away.

He was rock hard again, climbed on the bed, roughly spread apart her legs and entered her. His hands crept up to seize her hair, his mouth opened to suck and bite a nipple, one then another. He was tearing into her hard. She squealed, struggled and gave up for a moment as she came. Then as the wave passed, he kept pumping her. She regained her vigor and held him by his hair and brought his lips to hers. Biting and kissing. 

For the next forty minutes they were two animals, fighting to again control of the other. Clawing and biting, slapping and grunting. Wailing and groaning. He came with an intensity he had not know before, blacked out for a moment in sheer pleasure. She screamed and blacked out, limp over him. And with his cock still in her, throbbing, they slept.

He had found the perfect mate, she had found one too.

The next day, he took her to the motel she was in, collected her stuff, saw the dilapidated suitcase, and driving out of the parking picked it up from he back-seat and flung it over on the side of the road. They shopped the whole day, clothes and toiletries, everything else a woman might need. The most expensive perfumes they could find. The walking past a hawker selling cheap imitation perfumes, a bunch of bags in each hand, she stopped and bought one.

She saw the look in his eyes, smiled: "Aw shut up, it is the cheap perfume that got me the best fuck of my life."

Some months later, they were sitting in a diner. Having spent the afternoon making love, they were hungry and tired. It was one those places that have benches on either side, with the booths divided by a tall glass partition. You could easily hear what the others in the next booth were talking if you just strained a little.

As he began to say something she motioned him to be quite and then with a finger on her lips she gestured him to come sit by her side. He did. She pointed backwards with her thumb. Two or more girls were talking.

".... and when there some sex, I am sick of the polite way he does. If his hands squeeze the tit a wee hard he apologizes. Jeez, what wouldn't I give to get some hard animal fuck."

Another voice: "Yeah me too. It is hard to get good stiff cocks these days. This feminist crap is sometimes getting too much. Just fuck hard and brutal. But why don't you tell him to do it the way you want?"

The first voice: "God, he would freeze with horror. I must tried to push him down so he could lick me and he made as if I was asking to fuck his father. There should be a place were women can go and get a good proper fucking. You see so many sluts around to satisfy men and to find some to do the same to women is so damn hard."

The second voice: "Oh God yes! I was reading some of those BDSM stuff on the Net, and was thinking what fun it would be to be enslaved and flogged and fucked it I black put. Just once, just once in my life to be fucked till I drop. More ask for anything else after that... hey I want some more coffee." 

Angela gestured at Gary to move out. She threw a twenty dollar bill on the table and both walked out. She seemed excited. They went to the car and rifled through the glove compartment, found a clean piece of paper and a pencil. She began to write rapidly on it.

Gary leaned over her to see what she was writing: "Heard you talking. If you are really interested in really being fucked the way you want, no charges and no strings attached, then be at the 43rd street bus stop at seven tomorrow evening. You will get the most satisfying twelve hours of your life. Once again, no strings attached. And it is both or neither."

She folded the paper four times: "Gary, you stay here, we gonna eat someplace else."

"You are crazy."

"Maybe I am. You just wait here and start the engine." She ran into the diner, called a waiter, told him to pass this note to the two women sitting in booth 12. She gave him a ten dollar bill with. "Old friends."

She stood near the door till the waiter put the note on the table, then turned and ran out. She got into the car and breathless, more out excitement, told Gary to speed away.

"You are crazy. That woman was talking about her husband, you think she could just take a night off from him?" 

"She was also saying her husband is going fishing for a couple of days tomorrow. Just before you started to listen."

"Still you are crazy."

"Gary, I love you very much. True. I have the best fucking time in bed with you. But don't you want to really really brutally fuck a woman, I want to see that, I want to be a part of that. I want to see what it feels like to have a couple of slaves. Taste their pussies, make them do things..."

"Fuck the food. Lets go home and order pizza. I am hard again. Say, were the girls blondes?"

"I think one was, the other was either brown or redhead."

Next: They get the two in a cabin... The beginning of a Fellowship of the Cock... 

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BDSM, Inc. Ch. 02



The next morning, both were up early. They had fucked through the afternoon, and halfway through fucking the pizza boy had rung the door, Angela just wrapped a bed sheet around her and went to collect the pizza, the swollen breasts and then exposing one as she took the box and paid must have given the boy good fodder for a night or two of masturbation.

They slept early, and morning she was awake before Gary. He saw her sitting naked at the dining table, a piece of paper and a pen. Gary poured himself a cup of coffee and sat next to her. His cock matted with cum and her juices still, and even limp a good five inches. 

"If those girls do come, Gary, we need a few things. I was making a list. First we need a sort of a closed up van, small one, where we can put them in and bring them here. Then some things from a adult shop. Whips, cuffs, masks."

"I could borrow a van from the club, the one they use to bring goods. Better still buy a second hand one. Change the number plates when we pick them up, change back to once the job is done." Gary was still wary of the whole thing, but for now he wanted to go along. "As for the adult shop things, you are the best person to get those. Take my car and get those things, while I take a cab and go get a van. And yes, we won't bring them back here. I have a cabin some twenty miles outskirts, lonely place. We will go there. It has a huge wooden bed, a large living room. And no to here even you scream at the top of your voice."

"Okay by Gary." Angela replied. "But one thing, go do the van thing fast, I want you to sleep the afternoon and be rested. I have plans that will surely keep the handsome cock up all night." She gave a enigmatic smile, Gary got up to go shower. Angela went back to her list, adding and striking away items in her list.

Gary returned with a light blue mini van, the back windows of which had been shuttered, the front windows he had got tinted so no one could see him in. He had picked up a different number plate attached a small piece of double side tape on it so they could just stick it on the old one. He returned to an empty house, showered again, and stretched himself on the bed.

Angela returned by nearly noon. She had with her several bags and some Chinese food she had bought on the way. She tried the dress she had bought for herself. Everything it seemed was made of leather strips and beads. Strips of leather held her breasts, went taut around her tummy and ass. Two strips went tight upwards next to her pussy lips, spreading them apart. She put on a mask, a black latex thing that completely covered her eyes and nose and part of her cheeks. She held a whip in her hands then dug out a stick from a bag. "You will love this!" She said as she fiddled with it and touched the end to Gary's shoulder. A mild electric shock zapped him. "You can control the degree of shock here."

With the way she was dressed, and the whip and a prod in her hands she was deadly. She looked her part on one in control. She then dug out some things she had bought for him, made him wear the mask that was similar to hers. And with the same leather strip dominated gear for his body. Only there were no beads this time. As he stood there, his cock hanging open, she went down on one knee and said. "From now on you are the High Priest of the Fellowship of the Cock. And I am your consort and worshipper. I am here to please and obey you my lord." 

"Well then, I make you in charge of the Ministry of Torture and Obedience" He laughed. She gravely bowed and whispered "I Obey"

They changed back to their naked self and she packed away everything into one single suitcase, they ate their lunch and dozed off. At six they were ready. Both sipped a shot of whiskey to steady their nerves. At six fifteen, they left, both dressed in jeans and T-shirts, got into the car and drove to the bus stop. She had selected this bus stop first because it was a lonely spot, and then there were a few trees right behind where she could hide in advance. At six thirty five, she got off the van, took the piece of walkie talkie and walked casually to the bus stop. There was no there. She walked to the trees and found a good spot to wait. 

She waited. At six fifty, the to women arrived. She was right about their hair. One was a blonde and the other a redhead. She waited and noted their behavior, they seemed a light nervous, rightly so, and almost jumped when another man came and joined them at the stop. A bus arrived at exactly sic fifty nine. The man boarded the bus. The women looked around nervously. Angela had checked, and there would be no bus after this one for half an hour. She stepped out of the shadows, and said in cold steely voice. "Do not turn." 

The two women froze. Angela fished out a pair of velvet blindfolds and handed each over the shoulder. "Put these on, don't worry. No harm will come to you --- unless you don't do what I tell you."

The girls hesitated. Angela almost screamed. "Now!" They put it on and Angela fished out the walkie talkie and said "Okay"

The van arrived, took the two woman and lead them to the door, opened and pushed them inside, got in herself. She make each sit on the opposite seat, took out handcuffs, the normal police ones and snapped one on of them snapped the other end to the bar on the shuttered window. Now they could move or jump out of the van even if they wanted to. She talked to them. "You are in for the most lustful night of your life. Believe me, by morning you will two most sexually satisfied sluts in the world. You might even come back begging for more." You won't be bodily harmed, of course, that goes only if you obey my every command. Disobedience will be dealt with harshly."

Angela was getting a little nervous too. The time seemed to be passing slowly, suddenly she felt the van lurch and make a turn. Gary had told her it was another ten minutes after they turned off the main road. The closed enclosure was getting very warm, and she was beginning to sweat, so to get herself ready she began to go over every detail she had planned. She had not seen the cabin but Gary had drawn the outlay for her, she was quite sure of what should go where.

They van halted, sooner than she had thought. She heard Gary open and shut the door, then bang her door twice to tell her they were there.

She opened the back door, the cabin door stood right before, open as Gary went inside with a tool bag. She got down and stretched. She needed to give Gary some time to set up things. She went into the cabin. Gary already had his tool box open and was revving up his drill. He had marked four spots on the log about six feet from the floor that ran all the way. He drilled four holes equally apart and fixed hooks to it. He did the same at the bottom. Then he took his tool box and went into the bedroom. She peeped in the bedroom to see what it looked like. He was right the bed was huge. He was getting ready to fix hooks to the four poster there.

She opened the suitcase that Gary had brought in and hooked one end on the chain to the hooks. Four chains with leather and velvet cuffs hung there.

She turned and went out to the van, uncuffed the blonde and holding her by the arm took her into the cabin. She first cuffed one each of the blonde's wrist to the chain, The short chain stretching her hand out and upwards. She went out and brought the redhead and did the same with her. She took out two pairs of ankle cuffs and restrained the two to the hooks at the bottom. Secure, she could breathe easy.

She went into the bedroom and saw that Gary was done. They both stepped into the shower, the cool water refreshing them. They silently dried themselves and put on their dress. She thought to herself, the latex mask was a wrong choice for summer. She would have to find a better mask for future, she smiled grimly, future -- she wondered how this one would go to worry about future.

Ready, they both walked into the living room, Gary pulled the single couch from its place so that it faced them. Angela indicated him to sit on it. She went to the suit case, took out two adjustable neck collars with a long thin chains attached to it, set them aside, took her whip and the prod. 

"Now listen!" Her voice was commanding. "Now listen you slaves. I am the High Priestess of the Fellowship of the Cock. The High Priest, whose cock you will soon taste and love, whose semen you drink with delight and gratitude is going to here shortly, I will remove your blindfolds in a while, and you will be able to see me, but I warn you keep your gaze to the floor. At all times, and as soon as you are set free, you will go on your knees, crawl to the High Priest and lick and suck his cock in respect. The red head first."

She took a deep breath. "And remember, disobedience will be punished harshly. You will refer the High Priest as My Lord, you will refer to me as Your Highness. You will speak only when you are spoken to."

She went to the girls and unlocked the restraints. She told them to fall to their knees. They did, blinking at suddenly being shown the light. The redhead tried to look up to Angela, who immediately used her prod and gave a mild shock, then a hard lash that made a welt on her back. Redhead cried in pain, the Blonde looked towards her friend and got a lash. Both bit their lips and looked down. Angela picked up the collars, handed each a collar and asked them to read aloud the name printed on the collar, she cracked her whip in the air as she said it. "Bitch" said the Blonde, "Slut" said the Redhead. 

"That is the name you will be known as from now on.... until you are deemed fit enough to become a member of the Fellowship. Then you may be awarded a name, put the collars on. She waited as Bitch and Slut put the collars on went behind them and put the small padlock that came with it to keep them from taking it off. She held the thin chains that were attached to the collars in her left hand and lightly whipped them. "No crawl to the High Priest and kiss the magnificent cock." 

They crawled, and reaching the couch, with only Gary's cock in view, now full and hard, they gasped. Surely they had not seen such a monster in their protected life. A bead of precum was forming on the tip. Angela barked from behind them, don't let a drop of his great cum fall to waste, lick and kiss it away. You Slut, you go first. Slut moved and kissed the tip of the cock, her tongue flicking away the cum. A new drop began to form as the cock throbbed in anticipation. Gary was liking this. Specially the red, she was full bodied, a little more plump than was the fashion but there was such innocent desire on her face that he wanted to fuck right there.

Bitch moved forward as Slut moved away and kissed the head of the cock, bolder than her friend as her puckered lips sucked away the droplet. Gary pointed to Angela to turn the redhead around he was to fuck her. Angela nodded. "Okay Bitch and Slut, move away there and go sixty nine on each other, prepare yourself for the cock to enter you." The two hesitated, licking pussy was what they had never thought about. The whip went to action and cracked the air as the prod shocked each into obedience.

The redhead too the bottom and blonde on top, they started to lick the pussies, slowly and tentatively, never having perhaps tasted the female juices before, then the headiness of the cunt got to them they began to lick and moan. The blonde reluctantly let go the redhead's pussy as Angela cracked the whip and said "Enough!, Now Slut turn around and take the position so that you be blessed with the great cock. Turn around and head bowed." The redhead obeyed instantly, and the whip cracked as the blonde looked up at Angela. This time the lash hitting her tummy and made her squeal. 

Slut was now in position, on her knees in prostration, her ass up and her cunt shining from the licking. She was a natural redhead, Gary thought as he too got on his knees behind her. A few strands of hair that had escaped the shaving proved that. He ran his palm on her pussy, it wet and hot, he brought his cock to it and rubbed the head on the insides of the pussy to lubricate it and entered. Slut gasped as his big head tore into her cunt, she bit her lips as he began to force his way in, she screamed and came spurted a thin spray of juice on his balls, he began to pump her.

"Okay Botch, you can look at the Slut being fucked by Your Lord. See the beautiful cock going in and out of your friend's pussy." Bitch looked, fascinated, awed. Angela stepped closer to her and grabbed her hair, turning her away from the magnificent sight and towards her. Angela had been flowing with desire too. The juices had been trickling down her thighs. "Lick away all the juices from my thighs," she ordered. Now having tasted a pussy, Bitch knew the sweetness, and began to lick. Lapping at the trickle as it came down almost reaching her knees. Angela loved the sight of a slave licking her. "She pulled her by the hair and directed her lips to her cunt, spreading her legs a little to give her access. She watched, now herself as the blonde slave licked ands slurped at her and now at Gary fucking the redhead. Hard. 

The redhead had come several time, and Gary was still nowhere near coming. Angela came too, then seeing how much of her juice had again trickled down her legs. She pushed Bitch away and told her to fetch the stool from the corner of the room. Bitch obeyed. And setting the stool right Angela spread her legs more and sat down. "Now lick!"

Bitch was happy with the command. She licked the thighs, muscular thighs and went down, until the calves. Angela spoke again, lashing her whip in the air. "Lick the whole of my feet until the toes. Angela relished as the blonde began to lick her feet, toes and the leather stilettos, licking her toes as they protruded out of the straps. "Now the other foot." She ordered and the blonde salve took her other foot, licking it from the toes upwards. lapping at the trickle that had reached the calves, reaching back to her pussy now ripe with fresh juice. Angela pointed to her clitoris and said, here. A fresh new wave of orgasm took over her body, the blonde to began to come, Angela reached forward and slapped her ass. "Harder, Botch, harder." Both were coming.

Now a little faint, Angela noticed that Slut had blacked out and Gary's hard cock was throbbing, still wanting a cunt. She told Bitch to turn around and get ready to receive the cock. Even flowing and well lubricated, the blonde gasped and moaned as the cock entered her.

"Is this cock better than your husband's" Angela asked. The blonde nodded. "Say it. Say 'My Lord your cock is better than my husband.'"

The blonde repeated Angela's words. Angela went over to the redhead and tapped her lightly on the cheeks, she came around and stared blankly around the room. Angela was not finished with her, she picked the stool and sat right near the Slut, grabbed her hair and directed her lips to her wet pussy. Now the redhead was in a state of delirium, she began suckling at the clitoris like a child suckling a mother's breasts. 

Angela noticed the hardness that had begun in Gary's fucking he was banging hard into Bitch, sending her shaking and trembling, he growled a grunt and stopped, slapped the blonde a couple of times on her ass, then turned her around. Angela knew this was going to be his final charge, she enjoyed it on herself, and she was enjoying it doing to the Bitch. She pulled the redhead away from her pussy and turned her towards the scene. "Watch!" she hissed.

Gary had put Bitch on her back, spread her apart by holding her knees and entered her. Now he began pounding her, his hand crept to hold a bunch of her blonde hair, his other hand was squeezing her one tit. Then he bent forward and took the other in his mouth, sucking it hard, chewing it. Bitch screamed in pain, and then wailed and moaned as a strange wave of orgasm hit her body. She arched her back, taking the whole length of his cock in her, he was now chewing at the other tits, her head pulled to one side by the hand grabbing her. She wailed, her body stiffened and jerked. He left the red and mutilated tits, teeth marks all over. His lips met hers, sucking her breath away, and he came. She arched, the sensation of the expanding cock drove her crazy. He kept hammering his cock for a few more long seconds and then suddenly pulled himself out. As he stood up a bunch of blonde hair in his fist, he looked angrily at the redhead. He had wanted to come this way in the redhead's cunt first. He threw the hair to the floor, looked at the Slut as she stared wide eyed at the still throbbing angry cock and growled at Angela. "Get the Slut ready, I want her ass now."

His voice cold and guttural, sent a chill in the warm room. Angela stood up from her stool and went on one knee, palms joined. "As Your Lord wishes."

She went to the suitcase and pulled out a double dildo with straps on it. She took the smaller five inch side and inserted it in her cunt, then tightened the straps around her, she now had a seven inch long hard cock attached to her. She had selected this particular one, first because it was a little smaller, in length and thickness to Gary's. She did not want anything to outdo his cock, and secondly it was very realistic, soft to touch and hard inside and it held 150 ml of gel in it that be spurted by squeezing the red tiny button on the base.

She bent down and scooped some cum oozing out of the blonde and sat on the couch and crooked a finger at the redhead. The Slut crawled hesitatingly to her, Angela turned her around and looked at the ass, a beautiful pear shaped ass. She put the cum on her anus. The redhead cringed. "Relax and make it easy on yourself." Angela hissed at her. One finger probed the anus, tight and unrelenting. Then as the finger slowly went in and out the redhead began to relax. Two fingers, and the Slut began to enjoy it as she moaned. Gary had been standing and watching all this, the Bitch had blacked out or was in sleep after the exhaustion. Gary growled "Get her ready and wet," and walked out into the bedroom. Angela envied him for a moment. He would go get a shower and out of the damned mask, She was finding the mask hot and sticky, she could have done with a shower too.

Now she applied a third finger to the redhead's anus, it was relaxed and easy, she brought the strapped on dildo to the anus and squirted some gel. Slowly she began to press it in, the Slut moaned and cried in pain, Angela waited a few second and entered deeper. Squirting a little get as she did, then at last she was all in. The smaller dildo in her cunt was rubbing against her g-spot. She loved the feeling, she began to pump the redhead, giving herself as much pleasure with the effort. She removed it all the way one, squirted a little gel again and entered. The relaxed anal opening accepting her reentry with ease. She began to pump her hard now. She was coming too, and she caught Gary coning back into the room from the corner of her eye. She pumped harder and the redhead began to come with a wail of pleasure. She squirted more gel and came too.

Gary was hard and clean, he motioned her to move away, he applied some gel on himself from a tube in the suitcase and came to the redhead. Angela moved aside and he put his cock on the now open and angry-red anus. one push and the head slipped in. The larger size made the redhead wince and a new sense of pleasure took over her body. She began to gurgle and drool as Gary fucked her harder and harder. It was a surreal scene, the Slut blacked out and came to several time, and Gary was unrelenting in his thrusts. Thrust harder and harder. And he grunt and roared as he came. Spurting his liquid into the depths of her body. He stayed still till he had softened and then pulled out. The redhead slumped on the floor.




BDSM, Inc. Ch. 02



Bitch was awake now and had been watching her friend being ass fucked. Angela took a deep breathe and stood up. She shook the redhead with her feet, the Slut opened her eyes and looked at her. Angela unhooked the clasp holding her coiled whip and cracked it in the air. She spoke loudly: "Okay Slut and Bitch, if any of you need to the use the loo, or need anything else, all you have to do is crawl and lick my feet and address me in proper fashion and ask."

The Bitch crawled first and began to lick her feet. "Can I go to the loo please." Angela cracked her whip making a welt on the blonde's ass. "You address me as Your Highness, and address him as My Lord or Master,: she thundered.

The blonde licked her foot again and asked: "Can I go to the loo Your Highness?"

The redhead had crawled slowly to her feet, licked and asked the same thing. She needed some drink too.

Angela took the collar chains and told them to get on their feet and follow her. She lead them to the bathroom in the bedroom. The blonde sat on the toilet bowl and let out a long, strong stream with a sigh. The redhead waited her turn, and when both were done Angela pushed them into the shower enclosure. "Wash each other. The soap is over there." She waited till all were washed and rinsed, threw them a single towel to dry themselves. Taking hem out she took the ankle cuffs and tied them to each side of the room, they could sit or lie down this way. She brought four cans of beer from the fridge and two boxes of crackers. 

"You can rest now, you may be called upon anytime the Master needs you, so rest as much as you can and while you can." She turned and walked to the couch to Gary, went on a knee and said. "Will My Lord consider retreating to the bedroom for a while."

"Come with me," Gary growled. Both disappeared into the bedroom. Threw away the masks and clothes, hugged each other and kissed. They showered together, opened a can of beer and sat slumped on the bed. They were asleep before they could finish the beer.

It was five in the morning when Gary woke up, feeling a need to pee. He began to think properly as he peed. God, there were two women out there who had to be sent back soon. He woke Angela, both showered and dressed up in a hurry. The sun would be up in half an hour and they wanted to send the women back before seven. They wanted one more fuck too. They put on the masks and stepped into the living room. The two girls were asleep. Angela cracked her whip and each lightly to wake them. She released the ankle cuffs and they both crawled to her asked to go to the loo. Angela held their collar chains and let them finish the morning rituals.

As they returned to the living room, Angela asked: "Now there is only time for the High Priest to fuck one of you. So decide among yourself who wants to be fucked and who will lick my pussy." The blonde raised her hand and asked: "Can I lick the pussy of Your Highness." Angela nodded. She had sensed that the blonde had enjoyed pussy. She went to the redhead, yanked her chain and nodded her to get up and go to Gary. waved his hand for her to kneel. She knelt before him, he fondled her breasts, small tiny nipple began to stand up to his touch. Then he too held her hair and brought his lips to his half hard cock. She began sucking the head and licking the shaft.

Bitch was sucking and licking Angela's pussy as she sat on the stool.

It was daylight when he finished ramming the redhead. She came as powerfully as she had come earlier.

Angela asked them to put their clothes back on. She put the steel handcuffs she had used to keep them in the van and secured them in the back and put the blindfolds back. Gary had changed into his jeans and T-shirt and she too changed and got into the back.

"As the turned into the highway and the van moved smoothly she said: "Now listen well you two. You will go back and rest for a while, you will not talk about this to anyone. We know where you live, and we will get you. Only you won't be fucked, you will be tortured. And you have to do one more thing. G back home and write about your experiences. Did you like what happened to you, and did you enjoy it. And what were your feelings, what were your thoughts, what part did you enjoy and what part you did not. Further, would like it to happen again? And is there anyone else who might want it to happen to him or her. Is there someone you would like to see fucked and enslaved. But such requests cost money, so that has be considered. And would you like to join the Fellowship of the Cock? You could put your request in. Write all about this in an e-mail, I will give you the address before you leave. And don't, I say again, talk of this to anyone. Even if you think some will be interested, tell us give the details and we will initiate contact. Do you understand." Both nodded.

The van was slowing down due to the traffic, then turned right and after a while stopped. The front slammed shut and Angela uncuffed their wrists. She handed them each a piece of paper

"Here is what I have just said written out for you. Answer all queries and write to the address and send your mail between five thirty and six, not earlier and not later. Now you will be lead down, and you are to stand exactly as we leave you for two minutes before taking off your blindfolds. Understand?" Both nodded again. 

She lead them down, it was a corner of the street with a bus stop. It would take them less then a few seconds to take Gary less then a few second to take the bend and get out of their sight. She got back into the back of the van slammed the door shut. Gary sped away. A mile later he stopped and Angela got into the front. They laughed and kissed each other and sped home.

Next: Slut and Bitch reply. A man and a Latino woman are brought to a refurbished cabin and tortured and fucked.

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BDSM Interactions



I have always been Dominant; the desire to be in control is so innate in me that BDSM is a part of my life, a part that must be around in order for me to be complete. I will now share with you one of my first Adult Bdsm experiences. I was twenty years old when I went with out with a couple of girlfriends and my current boyfriend at the time to a club in San Francisco called the "Power Exchange". On one of the floors there are a bunch of little rooms with TV's and large square cages where people can stand around and watch the people inside the cages. I was dress in a tight black spaghetti strapped dress with three inch heals, (Stripper shoes) and an obese Caucasian gentleman announced that he was looking for a Sadistic woman. He said that he had a high pain tolerance and no one wanted to play with him. First off if anyone met me they would think that I was the sweetest person around, but deep down I am one of the most sadistic women around. So for me this guy was going to be a piece of cake, some men just don't know what they really want and when they get want they ask for they can not handle it.

There was a rather large Caucasian guy had a bag of clothes pins; he wanted someone to put some on his cock. Small as it was I was able to put all 60 clothes pins on his balls and penis. He sighed, moaned and gasped as I placed the pins on his private parts..., he smiled saying that it hurt but it was not the type of pain he wanted. I informed him as other people watched me and him that I was not done. I put some clamps on his nipples and turned him so that his back faced me. I had my BIG purple paddle in my hand and I told him to put his hands up against the wall. I raised the paddle up and whacked his butt about three times before he begged me to stop. I rubbed his behind and laughed at him while others continued to watch. The pins on his penis and balls would shift as I spanked him and he would moan. 

I spanked him a few more times and then had him turn to me. He had a smile on his lips but I saw tears come down his face; then he said "that was incredible", I roughly pulled the clips of his nipples and told him; "You have not felt the true mixture of pain and pleasure yet." When the claps came he grabbed at his nipples trying to soothe them but I took my purple whip and swatted his hands away. "You do not touch yourself unless I let you." I told him as I turn him to face the crowd and said to them, "Watch this pussy boy jump." I pulled out the clothes pins from his penis and he groaned; I pinched his left nipple as I pulled another pin out. 

I slapped his hands away from his nipple and told him if he continued to move I was going to tie him to the chair and pull all the pins out one right after the other. He stood still and tried his best to not flinch but after a pin was pulled out he would groan and close his eyes. 

As I pulled out the pins; there were guys in the crowd who had taken out their penises and were stroking themselves. By the time I was finished pulling out the pins I heard men behind me groan as they came in their hands, and the pussy boy I was playing with was holding back the tears from the pain I was deliciously delivering to him. I rubbed his balls and then whipped his small, hard penis with my purple whip and he sighed with pleasure and pain. He pleaded with me to stop saying he was sorry that he doubted my sadistic nature. 

I told him to turn around and give me his ass; I spanked him a few more times and instructed him to play with his tiny dick; that he might as well be a pussy with such a small dick. I spanked him until he came on his hands and then left him to play with my friends but that is another story.



BDSM on a Budget



There are a great number of people who wander onto toy websites every day researching the various toys and instruments one is required to have in order to have a quality BDSM experience. Unfortunately, some of these toys can be rather expensive.

For the Master or Mistress who is experienced, has been into the lifestyle for a lengthy time, or has embarked on a more professional attitude toward their lifestyle, good, quality "weapons" are a must.

But for those who are exploring, experimenting, or just don't have $200 to shell out for a flogger, there are alternatives. Being one who, in reality, has a teenager about to start college, a mortgage, a car payment, and all those other nasty realities that get in the way of our fantasy life, I most certainly am one who doesn't have extra money to invest in such toys. Ahhhhh but one day, I'll win the lottery and...OK wait. Let me step out of that fantasy land for a moment.

In the mean time, while I'm waiting on my lottery winnings to roll in, I've had to be creative and experiment, and learn to make do with what I have. Below are some tips on how to add to that toy bag without busting your checking account.

Nipple/Clit Clamps

Browse your local dollar store, or the dollar bin at the local quick mart. Clothespins are, of course, a perfect toy. A word of advice, however. If you're just starting to experiment, you might want stick with wooden clothespins rather than the plastic ones that have the ridged grips. At least until you're used to them.

Small jaw clips for your hair are easy to use and give a slightly different feel than clothespins. If you can find the pretty ones shaped like butterflies, or the like, those are fun to play with from time to time.

Another great example (I have several of these in my toy bag) are small plastic spring clamps. The handles look a bit like pliers, and they have just the right amount of "bite" to them without being too harsh.

Also, chopsticks and rubber bands are handy. Place a chopstick on each side of the nipple, and use the rubber bands to secure above and below the nipple. You can control how tight they are by how many times you wind the rubber band. Very nice effect. 

Rope and other Restraints

Your local hardware store is a great place to find bondage toys. Browse the rope aisle. There are several kinds. My husband and I found this great thin rope at the hardware store that is just the right size for looping through wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs and tying me to the bed. They're also soft enough that if he happens to tie me directly with them, there's not a lot of rope burn. 

We tend to stay away from anything that is nylon, or man made material. Too much friction and I bruise easily.

If you're really adventurous, on that very same aisle are several kinds of chain. Now I don't recommend the chain for binding someone, but if you're creative, it does have its uses. Hubby purchased a few yards of a small link chain to experiment with, and although it's not my favorite, he enjoys the look of it now and then, when he's in a "photographer" sort of mood.

If you take a trip to the mall, Spencer's has an interesting assortment of toys. We found a set of Velcro restraints that work perfect for us. They were quite reasonably priced. They hold me pretty well, but in an emergency, I *can* get myself out of them. I refuse to be bound with handcuffs. I made the mistake of reading "Gerald's Game".

Your local thrift store will always have a nice assortment of silk scarves that are also good for tying your love's hands, or feet, or blindfolding. My husband likes to use these for breath play, also. They tend not to leave marks on my neck like his fingers might. Let me just say that I do not recommend breath play for someone who's not experienced. Too much can go wrong if you don't know what you are doing. RESEARCH – do your homework before you ever enter into something like this. (Didn't mean to get preachy.. just want those who are new to BDSM to be careful).

Fetish / Play Wear / Costumes

Now, I can honestly say that I've never walked into my local thrift store and found leather bondage wear hanging on the rack. However, Hubby is into role play and costumes. So I am often at the thrift store looking for interesting items. Hubby has a thing for knife play and "disposable clothing". Most of the items I purchase are worn only once and then are trash. An example... recently I acquired a rather tacky bridesmaid dress from the thrift shop. I took it home, carefully removed the hideous ruffles from the basic dress, then cut it off just above the knees. When I was done, it made a pretty hot little dress for me to pretend I was a hooker he'd picked up on the street. I paid $4.00 for it, and he had the time of his life!

Use your imagination, listen to your partner's fantasies. You'll be amazed at what you come up with.

You're going to spank me with what?

Visit the dollar store again. Or the kitchen gadget section of any store. Need a good, sturdy paddle? Ever noticed those acrylic cutting boards with the handles? Or the wood ones? 

Hubby's favorite item to spank me with is a hard, black nylon spatula. It's a nasty beast and I love it! Wooden spoons are great.

Feather dusters are another cheapo item that are lots of fun to play with, btw. Another cool toy we discovered is a tracing wheel, found in the quilting dept of the craft aisle, or fabric store. Gently ran across the skin, or once you've played with it a bit, a little more firmly, it can be quite interesting.

Whips and Floggers 

Back to the beginning of my article. Those floggers and such can be quite expensive. I purchased one that wasn't expensive from an online site, and when I got it, I was quite disappointed with it. Sometimes you do get what you pay for. The problem I had with it was that the craftsmanship just totally sucked. I kept thinking about the different items I had seen, and what I wanted, and came up with an idea or two of my own. I experimented, and actually came up with one or two very practical solutions to my dilemma of not having a lot of money to spend. My first endeavor turned out much better than I thought it would, and is actually my favorite flogger even today. 

I bought two chamois cloths and a set of bicycle handles at the local Wal-Mart. I think I spent about $20. I cut the chamois into inch wide strips, the length of the cloth. The bicycle handles were wide enough on one end, but the hole was too small on the other, so I carefully used a sharp utility knife and cut away some of the plastic until the hole was just big enough for me to work with. 

Once I had the hole like I wanted it, I took some heavy gauge nylon string and an upholstery needle and sewed one end of the strips together. This took a little time, but once I had them secured together, I was able to drop the needle into the bicycle grip, and carefully pull the strips into the handle. Once I had them inside the grip, I used the nylon string to secure a looped handle onto the other side of the grip. Voila! My first flogger. 

This one is soft, and thuds very nicely. It is great for warming up your submissive's skin, or just to tease him or her with. This one does not have much of a bite to it. But if you knot the ends of the strips, it does make it a little heavier. 

My second attempt was quite different. I still had one of those bicycle grips I had purchased before, and my brain went into high gear one afternoon when I stumbled across a bicycle inner tube on the pantry shelf. Yep, you guessed it. I cut that rubber tube into strips just like I did with the chamois. Only this time, the strips are about a half inch wide, and forked at the end. I threaded it through the grip the same way as the chamois.

Now this one has a bite. I recommend you go easy with this one until you figure out how it feels. Hubby has actually drawn blood with this one. The last attempt I made at constructing an instrument of torture for Hubby to play with turned out to be the best, although the harshest item he owns, and sometimes, I dread him bringing this thing out, but he loves it (and secretly so do I, but don't tell him that).

The grip of this one is again made of a bicycle grip. This time however, I purchased a bag of suede strips that I cut to all the same length, then threaded into the handle again. I made a loop handle, and covered the outside of the bicycle grip with more leather strips to give it a better look. The lashes of this one are about 14" long.

When I was finished with it, I tied five or six of those plastic "pony" beads on the ends of the strips – one to a strip. This hurts like hell. I only recommend the beads if you've got a true pain slut on your hands. If you're just experimenting DO NOT use the beads. Your mate will be screaming out safe words faster than you can blink.

I had enough material left over from this project that I made a smaller version of it. The lashes on this one are about 8" in length, and just perfect for spanking the ass that you just happen to be fucking, without accidentally ripping an ear off or putting out an eye!

There are many more ideas and items out there. Use your imagination. Make it a special thing for you and your mate to go on a "shopping" trip. Make her go without panties, or wear something special just for you. By the time you leave the store, you'll be dying to go home and play!

Enjoy! 



BDSM Open Communication a Must



This essay on BDSM relationships begins with the following question: "...is it normal for Master's to have more than two subs?? and be secretive about it?..." It comes from a compilation of questions and conversations I've had here on Literotica and on other sites I attend. As part of this post I ask both Dominants and submissives alike to let Me know their thoughts.

"Is it normal for a Master to have more than 2 subs? I think that is something that has to be resolved specifically between the Master and the submissives (or Master / submissive candidates)... it must be out in the open however or it is an obstacle to communication and then to the trust that can only be built upon open communication"

To Me the foundation to a good D/s and more so an M/s relationship is the ability for the lines of communication be open and complete. It is not wrong, by any means, if a Dominant and his submissive wish to add a third to their relationship - for their personal reasons. There needs to be a well defined set of rules, for what is a very complex situation. Questions such as: 1) what is the relationship between the two submissives, 2) are they both submissive to the same Dominant, or 3) is there an alpha submissive and a beta submissive, 4) is the alpha submissive dominant over the beta.

The second part of the question is the one that I have the most trouble with since it deals with the "secretive" aspect. I cannot fathom a true, self confident, Dominant needing to have secrets. I'm not talking about maintaining confidence, but keeping secrets from His submissive. It's like putting land mines all over the path you yourself are going to walk, and letting time erase (as it will do) the location from your mind. The energy required to keep things hidden from your submissive is disruptive to the natural flow of a relationship.

Many months ago I wrote about Maslow's hierarchy of needs. I posed the idea that in a D/s or M/s relationship the most basic and fundamental need is that of COMMUNICATION. During the early stages between a potential Dominant and His potential submissive, communication has to be the path they must follow to achieve awareness of each other's needs and capabilities. Once communication is properly entrenched in T/their relationship then they can achieve TRUST. 

During the courting period, the Dominant and the submissive need to be open and discuss everything that is pertinent to T/their relationship. In My opinion it is very important that the submissive be allowed to ask questions. If the particular protocol does not permit open questioning, then there must be an established set of rules for her to ask permission to ask questions when it is appropriate. 

This particular questioner had been told that she was in training and was not allowed to question her Master. I posed the question as to whether se could ever ask questions, and I was told that no, she was not. I certainly make allowances for her to have misunderstood, but for My point, I'll assume that she was not allowed to ask questions. 

A submissive has to be taught, and while I make allowances for the use of the Socratic method where you strip the student of all faulty knowledge and the confidence based upon it, and then begin to allow the learning of new information, I do think that even in that extreme a case, questions are a way to see what the student is learning. Questions show the depth of understanding, and in teaching I want to know what the student has learned; so that I can make the necessary corrections. To shut down the communication path of questions is a way to limit the success of the D/s and M/s relationship. 

To be clear, I'm not talking about the endless questioning of a Dominant's decision. While a single set of questions "may" be healthy, the submissive needs to understand that once a decision is made, and no harm can come of it, she must adhere to it. But that's not what I'm discussing here. I'm raising the issue that some Dominants (may I call them "wannabe" Dominants) may use the rules of no questions as a way to hide behind. As I spoke to the submissive I could not help but feel that perhaps that was exactly the case she was experiencing.

One cannot and should not add obstacles to their lives by adding secretes, it hinders communication and any trust that is built, is only built upon a foundation as strong as a house of cards. That is no way to build a relationship where limits are pushed as far and as wide as they are in a D/s and M/s relationship. Remember it safe, sane and consensual. It cannot be any of those if it is built upon a weak foundation of communication.



BDSM Pre-Pain Session 01



This is a script for a Master / Mistress or Dom to use in chat or real life with a slave or sub. This session is probably most appropriate for a new sub, one that is not 100% sure of the lifestyle and has not been introduced to pain or is having issues with it. It assumes that the slave has already been introduced to anal sex. It also targets hidden fantasies and encourages honesty. 

The lotion used is meant to be a metaphor for light pain: The warm glow after the initial slap. I hope that introducing it this way may help them understand that if they can get past the initial fear and sting, the after-effects are nice and worth the investment. Interestingly, one sub objected to the use of the lotion on her anus. In fact, she expressed concern about the lotion from its introduction. She didn't want something "unknown" inside her. On the one hand, that is appropriate: Half the fear of pain is fear of the unknown. On the other hand, since I was trying to get past the fear, it may be best to introduce a well known product such as: 

- "K-Y Warming Liquid" Which is well known but actually sort of lame. 

- "Liquid Love Warming Massage Oil Green Apple" Better but less well known. 

As always, a good stop word or phrase is needed. 

Enjoy,

Master Baiter. 

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"Get in position. Expose yourself and kneel." 

I stroke your hair, pressing your head against my leg. 

"Today, I want you to tell Me if you are in any pain or discomfort. I do not want to cause you any pain at all this time. If you do feel pain, it would only be by accident, so I want you to let me know." 

"Get up. Go and kneel on the bed." 

Some time later, I enter carrying a small bag. I open it and take some nipple jewelry and show it to you. It has an adjustable opening at the top with a sliding adjustment to allow it to hold snug around your nipple http://ww3.sextoysex.com/sex/start/view.html?a=literotica&pnum=SE7880-00 

"Present your chest." 

I gently suck your nipple erect and the place the jewelry over it. It feels light and soft, but grips insistently. It keeps your nipple straining and hard. 

I kiss it and let it go. It dangles very nicely. And now the other one... 

"Jiggle your chest." 

I take a moment to enjoy looking at you. I tug gently on the bottom jewel and let it bounce back up with your nipple. "That looks delicious." 

"Turn to the mirror. Look at yourself. Bounce a little. Tell me what you see." 

Now I reach into the bag and pull out a "shelf bra" like this one: http://www.alexis4u.com/Panties_and_Bra.htm http://www.henryandjune.com/hj/stprod.asp?pf_id=5829&AID=10273702&PID=1202346 

"Slip this on." I hold it up for you and then pull it around your back and fasten it. 

"Adjust it so it holds your chest up firmly. Ahhh... That looks nice." 

I reach into the bag and pull out a pair of leather cuffs. These are two cylinders of leather attached side by side with straps to close them. They are padded on the inside and lined with silk 

"Now, put your arms down beside you and then bring your wrists together in front." 

I slip the cuffs over your wrists so that your hands are held together and your arms are squeezing your chest. The cuffs feel soft and smooth, but there is no mistake that you are bound in them; you can not reach the buckle, nor can you slip your wrist out. The leather is thick and obviously very hard. Nothing you can imagine doing would allow you to release yourself. 

There are metal rings on the outside of the cuffs. About the time you notice that, I am taking some rope out of the bag, threading it through one of the rings and tying it there. 

I loop the rope around your left thigh, between your legs and back to the cuffs then around your right thigh, back to the cuffs and finally around your waist; finishing by tying the rope to the cuffs. 

Your hands are now completely secure; pressed against your pussy, with your arms held along side of your breasts. 

"Lay down. On your side." 

I reach into the bag again and pull out a bottle of KY warming liquid. I open it and start to rub it onto your shoulders and down your chest. 

It feels cool at first, then slightly warm. As I continue, your skin becomes glowing warm and has a slight prickly sensation. 

I rub your breasts, over and over, each one. I rub around the nipples and underneath the bra. 

"So, now you are tied up. You can't move your hands away from your pussy. Don't shake so... you are safe and have nothing to fear... Except for the loss of your innocence." 

I move down and rub the liquid over your hands and on the outer lips of your pussy. It feels hot and wonderful. I push your fingers down against your sex. 

"No matter how lady like, proper or repressed you might be, your hands are going to rest on your pussy lips. Breath deeply, gasping like that will only make you light headed." 

One of my fingers brushes your slit and your clit starts to heat up and throb. 

"I have taken away that choice from you. You have nothing left now, but to touch yourself. It isn't your fault, I'm making you. Ahhh... yes, that's right, touch yourself." 

I move around to your ass and rub in lots and lots of this stimulant into your cheeks. I massage it in hard. 

"Good slave! Rub yourself. you may make yourself cum, in fact, I wish you to do so as often as possible now. It pleases me to see your fingers flying about as they are." 

Your behind is almost uncomfortably hot at first, but then it settles into a deep, penetrating heat that reaches down inside you. 

"In the same way, I am going to take some choices away from your mind." 

I return to your chest and tighten the nipple sliders just a bit, then rub my thumb lightly over your hard nubs. 

"I am going to dig down and expose what you are really like deep inside your mind." 

I apply more lotion. Your breasts feel like you are sun bathing topless. 

"I am going to take away your decency, your restraint, your better judgment and FORCE you to reveal what you really long for." 

I reach back into the bag. The bag falls open a little and now that you are lying down, you can see into it. There is a box of condoms, a blindfold, and an anal plug. An some sort of a bar with rings on the end. 

I chuckle at your wide eyes. "What do you think I will use on you now? The anal plug? The spreader bar?" 

I reach behind that and take out a feather. 

"It is all about being totally honest, isn't it?" I say as I examine the feather. 

I sharply turn to you and stare into your eyes. "You ARE going to be honest with me, aren't you?" 

I bring the feather down along your neck just below your right ear. The sensation is unavoidable no matter how quickly you move. 

"You have erotic dreams? ...wet dreams at night? ...or daydreams so exciting that your heart pounds in your chest?" 

I wipe the feather down the back of your leg. Panic begins to grip your mind as you realize that I can do as much of this as is required to make you talk. 

"What is in those dreams, slave?" 

"Yes! Good slave! Keep talking, I want to hear more..." I slide up beside you and start to nuzzle your hair and ear. 

"Tell me what you will never do, are too good to do, but would make you slick if you ever did it." I whisper. 

I start kissing down from you ear to your neck. My cock is rubbing against you, moisture sliding from the tip. 

"Tell me what you would offer yourself up for, just once, if you knew you would be forgiven and never have to pay the price." 

I kiss down your chest, tug on the nipple clamp with my teeth and lick and blow on your nipples. 

"Tell me what unforgivable sin you would commit, if you were already past the point of redemption." 

As the shameful words spill from your shaking lips, I reach down and kneed your ass, squeezing and pulling as I suck your nipples. 

"Yes... Confess slave... Release your darkest most tortured desires." 

You hear the vibrator turn on just before you feel it slide past your fingers into your slit. 

"Hold it. Use it." You can move your hands enough to fuck yourself nicely with the vibrator. It begins to fill you and consume your senses. 

I reach into the bag again and pull out the bar. Attached to either end by metal rings are larger leather cuffs. 

"Oh you look good... there on the bed, chest out, those perfect nipples held by the clamps. I'm proud of you." 

I slip one cuff around your leg just above the knee and tighten it. 

"But I can see that I have to take more choices away from you before I can get to the real truth" 

I spread your legs and attach the other cuff above your other knee. Your legs are now held wide apart. Trying to squeeze your legs together only produces a sensation of helplessness. The vibrator is no longer filling you as completely as it was. 

"What do you want slave? In your darkest heart... what are you afraid to ask for?" 

I pour some of the lotion on my fingers and rub it firmly into the pretty little rosebud of your anus. 

"God what a lovely little asshole! I had no idea you were so shapely between your cheeks." 

I burns hot just short of pain. you aren't sure if my fingers are still there or not. 

"Tell me what you would scream out for if you knew you were about to die and it was too late." 

I unzip a pocket on the side of the bag and pull out a small tube. I put some of the thick cream from it on my finger. 

"What is missing in your life? What will fill you up and make you feel alive, complete, perfect and loved?" 

My finger slips inside you before you realise it is back at your ass. Contractions of your butt and pussy cause the vibrator to stick against your vaginal walls for a second. 

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now? Your tits sticking out hard and firm on that shelf...." 

I move another finger into your ass. It doesn't feel like you expected. It just feels warm, filling and nice. The vibrator is a little more effective as it rubs against my fingers from the wall of your cunt. 

"I know thousands of men who would kill or die to see this. Men who would die of jealousy if they knew what you are doing for me." 

I roll you over up onto your knees and remove my fingers from inside you. You hear my zipper opening and a box being torn open. 

"The sad truth is, most men make it from cradle to grave without ever knowing that the women next to them, even the ones in their bed, want these wild things at least once in their lives." 

You feel my warm cock between your cheeks. 

"And most women DO want things exactly like that, IF they can have it without being destroyed for it" 

I don't move forward. I just hold still, my cock pulsing against your ass which is warm and slippery. 

"Press back ever so slowly when you are ready, little one, I want to feel every millimeter of your yielding to me..." 

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I hope you have enjoyed it. Let me know how it could be better or even just different. 



BDSM Rituals



Introduction

The purpose of this essay is to describe a series of rituals a submissive or slave passes through to reach a state of complete servitude.

It originated in a post I made to the thread in the BDSM bulletin board on Femdom, Tantra Ritual and Kali started on 20/03/2009 (click here to see thread). This thread started with an invitation to discuss an article entitled 'Iconography of Tantra and Rites of Male Submission' for which a link had been posted. This article explores the use of rituals in BDSM, linking it to Tantric philosophy and using the figures of the Hindu Goddess Kali/Shakti and her male consort Shiva as exemplars. During the course of the discussion on the board the question was posed as to whether it was possible to devise a set of rituals for Kali/Shiva, which I attempted to do. The contribution here develops my original post in which I described the different stages of submission that Shiva might proceed through to attain a state of complete servitude to Kali.

The rites of passage described here use the figures of Kali and Shiva to objectify the different stages of a path into servitude. You can interchange the names of the protagonists Kali and Shiva with any others that you choose. The names are used only as an aid to description and to reference the original article and post.

The rituals are written from the perspective of a male submissive because that was the relationship between the Kali and Shiva figures posed in the original article that initiated the discussion. It is also the perspective that I hold, which makes it easier to apply my own personal experience. However, I expect the rite of passage set down here to be equally relevant to a female submissive, who I think might recognise most of these stages as part of her own experience.

My intention here is not to provide a list of BDSM activities but to set out a series of rites or rituals that lead to the complete submission of a slave to his/her mistress or master. I propose which form of BDSM activity I think fits with each stage of the rite of passage. However, it is not my intention that these rituals should be inflexible, quite the contrary. They present a menu of rituals from which a dominant and his/her submissive partner can select to meet their own needs and development. I suggest that in their most enhanced state they can bring about a spiritual and transformative experience for both dominant and submissive.

I have broken the rituals down into three phases of progress: initiation, trial and reconciliation.

Initiation

Presentation – Shiva offers himself to Kali. It is the point where Kali receives her slave into her presence to initiate an encounter between them. This might be a greeting with a recognised form of words. A tribute might be offered, which could take the form of a gift presented to Kali. The gift could be a present in the conventional sense but it might also take the form of something that is not material – a service delivered or a pledge of devotion. 

Supplication – Kali initiates the process of making Shiva surrender mind and body to her through rites of supplication. Shiva takes up a supplicant position – kneeling, lying on his front, bowing his head or adopting a position that's never higher than Kali would all be appropriate forms in a BDSM context. Boot worship is another activity that sits here quite well. This phase encourages Shiva to assume a submissive state of mind in preparation for further trials.

Receiving tokens of servitude – A ritual acceptance of servitude. Shiva wears or receives a token of servitude from Kali. This might mean the fitting of a collar, but could equally be some other symbol representing ownership. By receiving such a token Shiva is acknowledging that he is giving up control of his body and mind to Kali. Routine collaring conveys this symbolism though it is acknowledged that collaring could also be used as the climax of a ritual in which the final act is acceptance of a physical symbol of servitude.


Domestic servitude – Kali uses Shiva to perform whatever domestic duties she requires. This might involve cleaning around the dungeon, polishing her shoes, cooking her a meal or any other kind of menial domestic duty. The function of this in the rite of passage is for Shiva to prove his devotion to Kali by performing domestic or menial tasks for her.

Cleansing – Rituals around purifying body and mind before other activities take place. This might involve ensuring that Shiva is in an appropriate frame of mind to devote himself to Kali or has no lustful thoughts for her. This could be a specific ritual carried out by Kali to purify Shiva if he has displeased her. Water rituals can form part of the purifying process – enforced bathing or washing as part of a preparation. Fire rituals could also be used – hot wax treatment or any other use of candles or fire in a ritual. Aspects of medical play fit quite well here. Medical play can be closely allied to cleansing rituals where Kali uses intimate examination or penetration of her supplicant to cleanse or purify him in preparation for further trials.

Trial


Shiva's trial could take the form of either a punishment or test of dedication/fortitude. Many different activities can form part of the trial and they can be combined together to create a customised ritual for Shiva. It is here where the Kali Goddess figure exercises the full range of her skill and creativity. Kali uses her dominance and power over Shiva to exercise complete control over his body and mind. 


Test – Kali sets Shiva a task on which he will be judged. This task could be anything – something that Shiva does out of Kali's presence and brings with him or the imposition of rules that must be observed whilst in her presence. Shiva may pass the test and be rewarded or fail and be punished, or there may even be some partial completion so that Kali can reserve further punishment for a later date in retribution for an unfinished task. A development of this would be for Kali to set a test for Shiva that he is bound to fail, something that cannot be achieved to her satisfaction. Kali might pose a question in a form that, whatever Shiva answers, it will invite reproach. A further refinement of this could be trial by fate where Kali allows chance to decide her slave's fate – use of cards, other symbols or random selection of tasks could be used here.


Punishment – It is through physical and mental suffering that a slave's devotion to Kali is tested. Therefore, punishments designed to prove the supplicant's devotion or to please or appease the Goddess figure are central to the BDSM rite of passage. This can operate at different levels ranging from a relatively mild chastisement to full retribution in which Kali has been angered and displays the full force of her wrath towards her slave. It is in carrying out these trials that Kali exercises the full range of her powers and ingenuity. She will use all her skills and creativity combined with the equipment and implements at her disposal to ensure that Shiva is punished and comes to an understanding of the meaning of submission. In a BDSM context the activities here would be any form of physical chastisement, corporal punishment, electrics, cock and ball torture or nipple torture.


Restraint - Shiva gives up control of his body to Kali. This is, of course, closely allied to giving up control of his mind as mental concentration is enhanced when the body is restrained. It can also be used in conjunction with other forms of physical punishment to create an especially intense experience for a slave. Bondage in all of its varied applications is closely associated with restraint - wrist and ankle straps, rope bondage, hog-tying, restraint on rack or frame, encaging or cling film bondage are all activities that fit here.


Humiliation – Kali manifests her complete control over Shiva by manipulating him however she desires for her own pleasure and amusement. This could take the form of either mental or physical humiliation. Activities here might include strap on play in which Shiva is penetrated by Kali in the most intimate part of his body. Watersports in which the slave is used for Kali's toilet or is made to drink the waste fluid from her body, can be a very humiliating activity. Food play, in which Shiva is provided with sustenance by being made to eat food crushed or spat out by Kali can provide another focus for humiliation. Breath control is at the extreme end of this type of ritual. This involves high levels of trust between the participants as the slave entrusts his breath and life to Kali. Mental humiliation is subtler and could be engrained in any aspect of the rite of passage. Kali will use her power and dominion of Shiva to control him and use him. She will use her rebukes and expressions of displeasure over how he has performed to keep him in a state of mental turmoil and submission.


Offering – Kali gives Shiva up to others. This is could be seen as a refinement of the humiliation phase. In this Shiva's devotion is such that not only is his body and mind surrendered to Kali but he has reached such a state of acceptance and devotion that she can offer him up to others to be used or abused for her pleasure and amusement. This could mean Shiva being given up for use by another Goddess or to other slaves. In a BDSM context this could be any form of activity where other participants are present, such as any multi-slave event or party. Activities such as forced-bi, cock sucking or anal penetration are all activities that fit into this. Kali would most likely have already brought her slave to an advanced state of servitude before this phase is entered.


Surrender – This is the point where Kali has completely taken control of Shiva, both physically and mentally. The surrendering could take place during any of the phases described above or at any stage in an extended ritual. The point of surrender will be a meaningful point in the rite of passage for both participants as it signals both Kali's exercise of dominance and also Shiva's willingness to open himself to her.

Climax – This is where Shiva reaches a point of crisis. It can be brought about by extreme physical pain through punishment and torture, but it can also be brought about by mental anguish through Kali's manipulation and control of Shiva. Release or orgasm might form part of this but only with Kali's approval. This will be an intense phase of the encounter between Kali and Shiva as a cathartic emotional release is reached for her slave.


Reconciliation

Redemption – This is the point where Kali has punished Shiva and his suffering can mean that he can be absolved of faults. In this mode Kali demonstrates her forgiving and caring side. 

Bestowing of gifts – Kali presents Shiva with a token of her satisfaction that he has served well. This could involve the granting of some new symbol of servitude but it does not have to be a physical object. The bestowing of a gift could mean the granting of a new identity or name by Kali to her slave. Rituals such as baptism, collaring or re-naming ceremonies would fit here well. Marking through branding, tattoo or body modification would also be an activity that is relevant here. Permanent marks of this kind on a slave's body are special and meaningful symbols of Shiva's submission to Kali.

Transformation – A very intense experience, which is likely to be the culmination of several of the different stages in the ritual. A point where Kali brings Shiva to a new realisation of his place through the physical and spiritual experience she has offered him. This differs from the climax described above in that it will have a spiritual and transformative element to it. This spiritual transformation, when it is achieved, will be something that is shared by both protagonists in the ritual.

Release – Kali and Shiva wind down and Shiva is released from her presence and the realm of the Goddess back into the other world.

Application of the rites

Although this series of rites is presented here in a linear way this is only for clarity and to provide a structure to their description. In their practical application these stages will not necessarily follow on one from the other. The stages of ritual are best seen as a menu from which Kali can select. Each individual stage of the rite of passage can form a complete 'session' or encounter with Kali. An encounter might include a selection from one or more of the options on the menu. 

A single encounter between Kali and Shiva could not run through the whole series of stages because of the constraints of time and the physical and emotional endurance required from both participants to complete such an exacting trial. Neither would this make sense in the context of the wider relationship between Kali and Shiva, which will be long term and developing all the time. Also, certain individual rites like baptism or collaring ceremonies have a great intensity and special meaning that cannot be repeated over every encounter without diluting their significance.

The basic structure outlined here of initiation, trial and reconciliation is likely to be reflected in many encounters, but this will not always be the case. It is Kali's privilege to jump from presentation to reconciliation and leave out the trial altogether. She might also omit the process of reconciliation, preferring to hold it over to another encounter to leave her slave in a state of mental turmoil between meetings. 

There are blurred lines between the different stages of the rite of passage. Different activities can deliver the requirements of different stages. For example, watersports can be delivered as a humiliation or a gift depending on the context in which they are delivered and the rituals that accompany them.

It is perhaps best to see the rite of passage to complete servitude as one that is cyclical. Viewed in this way the rituals can be seen as two interconnecting cycles, a 'micro-cycle' and a 'macro-cycle'. The 'micro-cycle' would be the cycle of stages and their related activities that take place within a single encounter between Kali and Shiva. The 'macro-cycle' is the cycle of ritual that takes place over a whole relationship between Kali and Shiva. The former is clearly defined and time limited but each encounter contributes to the development of the slave and his rite of passage that forms the larger cycle. The 'macro-cycle' will be developed over a whole relationship, perhaps over a period of years. It is likely to be punctuated by rites that have special meaning and significance.

The other advantage of seeing the rite of passage as cyclical is that it is not a simple straight line and more accurately reflects practise. It allows for the possibility for the slave to move back around the circle. The slave does not move forward in easy steps in a linear way. He will face challenges that he will fail and he will do things that displease or anger Kali in the course of his ordeals. These will set him back in his path to complete servitude. It also maintains Shiva in a position of continual striving to serve and satisfy his Goddess. The ultimate goal of an entirely pure slave is not realisable. This leaves the slave in a state of continuing to strive in order to show his absolute devotion to Goddess. He will have to endure the setbacks alongside the occasions where he might receive praise for the times he has pleased Goddess with his service. 

Conclusion

It is this tension between punishment and reward, pain and pleasure that is at the very heart of a slave's rite of passage into total servitude. Kali will use her physical presence and dominance, the full range of her skills and her creativity and imagination to take Shiva on a journey into submission. For his part Shiva will need to open himself up to the possibilities presented by Kali to reach a state of complete servitude to her. He will need to surrender himself completely to her and have complete trust in her skill and judgement. Kali in her most skilled and enhanced state is capable of bringing about ecstatic moments of transformation in her slave. For her part, Kali, through the wielding of her dominance and through the submission freely offered by her slave, will equally share in the ecstatic and transformative experience that her powers can bring about.



BDSM: The Nature of Consent







BDSM to Gang Bang



The night was perfect as Jen approached the house for the third session. A chill of anticipation rippled through her body as she thought of what her mistress could have in store for her tonight. Session one and two had been brutal, passionate, humiliating, fulfilling, abusive and satisfying. Her butt still held the mark of their last session and as she approached the door she thought of it. "I am a slut."

As she reached to knock on the door she could see that it was already open. She walked in knowing just where to go. As if on autopilot, she made her way through the house to the garage. She saw the shackles hanging from the bolts and with out considering her actions she removed her close and shackled her legs and one arm, put on the blindfold and then waited. She hung there dreaming of her mistress, hoping she would satisfy her tonight with her performance. She felt the moisture build between her legs as she thought of how good it felt to perform well for her mistress. Her butt relaxed as she hoped that Donna would satisfy that urge again tonight. No matter how hard the punishment, she promised herself that she would not flinch and would do exactly as told, no matter the task. She was ready to give herself completely to her slut nature tonight.

Her nipples exploded forth as she felt the soft lips touch her briefly. "her mistress was finally here." She thought through a deep mental sigh. The lips stroked her breasts and slowly moved around her chest. The kisses were placed gently on her shoulders, then arms, then back and neck. The goose pimples raised across her flesh as her lust was caught in her throat. The kisses continued around her neck, and then across her face, until they finally came to rest on her own lips. Her emotions took her as their lips embraced in a deeply penetrating kiss. Gently her lips were pried apart as Donna's tongue slipped inside her mouth. The two felt each other deeply with their tongues for a time that lost its registration. Their lust grew and the passion of their connection blossomed into and unbridled ferocity. Finally, Donna broke the kiss, much to the chagrin of her licentious charge.

"Are you prepared to be my slut tonight?"

"Yes mistress." There was no hesitancy in Jennifer's answer.

"I will hurt you tonight. I will pleasure you beyond bounds tonight. Are you prepared for both?"

"Yes mistress." Her lip quivered betraying her anticipation.

Donna shackled Jennifer's remaining hand. "Bend."

With out hesitation, Jennifer bent over at the waist offering her beautiful ass to her mistress to use as she desired. She was left waiting there as she heard Donna shuffling around the room. 

"I called you three times this week."

"Yes" Jennifer replied as if it was a question.

"And yet you replied only twice and sent no other messages"

"Yes" Jennifer said, recognizing her mistress was displeased.

"I expect you to not only reply when I contact you, but to regularly tell me of desires you are having for me."

"Yes, I am sorry mistress."

"Further, as we have discussed, I expect you to fuck yourself thinking of me daily. I expect you to fuck your cunt hard and you ass harder lusting for my assault. Did you do this every day?"

"No mistress, but I had to...."

"Silence Slut!" Donna yelled. "You do as I tell you, when I tell you if you want to be my slut! Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress."

"I am going to have to make you pay for your insolence. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress."

Once again the room was mostly silent except for the slight sound of Donna walking around behind her. Suddenly, and without warning Jennifer felt the Crack of the paddle on her ass. The sound was so loud it reverberated in her ears. Her ass throbbed immediately, but she only winced and made no sound. Again the Crack of the paddle and again she responded in silence. The paddle then came again and again spanking her past the point of pain to numbness first and then a deeply pleasurable feel. They came harder and harder and she could feel herself building.

"Please Mistress, may I cum?' She knew better than to cum without her mistress's permission.

"No. I have more for you to take before I am satisfied that you have learned your lesson." 

The paddle continued to deliver its punishment, but now Jennifer was oblivious to the pain and completely lost in trying to hold back the climax building inside her. Finally the spanking came to a merciful end, much to Jen's dissatisfaction. She hung there feeling the tingling in her butt and praying for more. She felt Donna laying fabric of some kind down on her back.

"This is to keep me from leaving and visible marks on your back."

Jen wanted to ask, "visible marks from what," but she knew better than that. It wouldn't be long until she found out.

The pain was instantaneous as she felt what must be a riding crop across her legs and back. Over and over again she pain flared. In between strikes Donna's fingers found their way to Jennifer's moistened pussy. She rubbed and spanked until Jennifer connected both feelings. She knew she would not be able to hold back her orgasm for much longer. Thankfully her mistress was merciful tonight.

"Are you ready to cum on my hand?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Beg me to cum slut!"

"please mistress let me cum."

"I don't think you want to cum bad enough."

"Mistress please let me cum!"

"Let go slut. Tell me to fucking let you cum! Tell me how much you need to cum"

"Mistress, please let me fucking cum! I have to cum! Please mistress, fuck me, make me cum! I want to cum all over your fucking fingers!"

Although she couldn't see Donna's happy face, she heard Donna speak, "Cum you slut! Cum now you fucking slut!"

Jennifer came so hard her whole body shook. She could feel the orgasm spray down her leg, but she was too far gone to stop it or care. Donna continued the spanking and fucking giving Jennifer no release from her orgasmic bliss. Soon orgasm after orgasm splashed across her body as her mind moved further and further from her body. 

"Oh my god! Oh my god Donna I am cumming so hard! So fucking hard!" Jennifer was screaming now, completely out of character, much to the deep satisfaction of her mistress.

The assault continued for an impossible to determine amount of time, but finally it did. Jennifer collapsed, kept aloft only by her shackles.

Donna was not through with her; not be a long shot. She moved quickly across the room and removed the thick feeldo from her bag and plunged it into her soaked pussy by the cock end. As she looked longing upon the spent body of her charge she fucked herself mercilessly to a powerful orgasm. The sound of which was music to Jen's ears. 

Moments later Jen felt Donna's soft hands grab her firmly on each side of her hips. The feeldo plunged immediately into her waiting and hungry pussy. Donna's strokes were urgent and forceful. With each thrust it seemed to penetrate deeper and deeper into each others cunts. In moments they were both lost in an orgasmic wonderland of urgent desire.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"

"Deeper! Please! Fuck me deeper!"

Finally, Donna dropped to her knees behind Jennifer and sucked her pussy off to a final hard orgasm. She moved in front of Jennifer and offered her ass and pussy, which Jennifer happily indulged, plunging her tongue as deep into both as she was capable, sucking her mistress off to several powerful orgasms.

(Part two of this story includes an even more fictional inclusion of men. Read on if you desire)

It may have been them being so lost in their ecstasy that explains why they didn't hear the sounds outside the garage until it was very late. 

"What's that?" Donna asked.

"What is it?" Jennifer asked very worried.

Donna went to the garage windows and peaked out. There she saw for trucks parked outside with six of more well dressed guys gathered around talking actively and with animation. As Donna watched in horror they pointed to the garage and then began to walk towards the front door.

"Oh no!" she said.

"What is it?" Jennifer asked again her voice betraying her growing fear.

"It's the contractors. They weren't supposed to come until tomorrow night!"

Donna ran quickly and grabbed her long jacket and sprang towards the door. 

"I have to head them off at the pass!"

Leaving Jennifer dangling, she burst from the garage and raced to the front door.

She met the group of men as they were just coming into the house.

"Donna, I didn't expect to see you here tonight." The ruddily handsome contractor said to her.

"I um, came to make sure that the property was ready for tomorrow."

"Oh I see." He said with an ironic smile.

"Hey man, come check this out!" one of the men hollered

Clearly the sound was coming from near the garage. Donna raced there quickly with the other men following closely behind her. 

"What do we have here." Said one of the men, as he joined his friend in the garage staring at the ravaged hanging body of the mortified Jennifer. 

"Very nice." One of them said as he stroked Jennifer's ass languidly passing his hand over the distributed words on her flesh.

"Don't touch her!" Donna cried out, rushing to push his hand away.

As she did, she forgot to clutch her coat which came open revealing the feeldo she hadn't time to remove.

"Well it certainly looks like she two were having some fun." The contractor said with a smile.

As he did one of the guys unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. "Mind if we join in?" 

"Fuck you!" Donna said angrily.

Meanwhile something stirred in Jennifer mind. "Donna?"

Donna slipped over next to Jennifer. 

"Jennifer, I am so sorry!" 

"How many of them are there?"

Donna was shocked by the question and the calmness in her voice. "There are six of them."

"It's okay."

"What!?" Donna said in shock.

"I want to try it. Remember the rule of six?

Donna remembered Scott's rule and was stunned by what Jennifer was suggesting.

"Yes, but..."

"Will they let me keep the blindfold on?"

Donna looked to the contractor. "Can she leave her blindfold on?"

"Of course." He smiled and said. "Will you be joining us?"

"I, I don't know." She said moving away.

"If you change your mind, just let us know."

Donna backed away with a front row seat on the action. 

The men removed their pants and circled around Jen's prone figure. Their hands stroked her naked flesh taking special notice of the marks from Donna's whip. One bent behind Jennifer and pushing his face to her pussy began to suck and lick her lips. Jennifer let out and audible sigh. Another approached her face and pushed his cock towards her mouth. Without a thought she parted her lips and allowed him to slide inside. Her lips wrapped around his tool holding it as tight as a seal on a piston.

"Hey this chick really is a slut!" one of them said. 

This seemed to uncork the entire proceeding. The guy in her mouth grabbed her roughly by the hair and slammed his cock into her throat.

"Suck my cock you slut!" as he began to fuck her face.

"Yeah fuck her man! Fuck that slut's mouth!" she heard them say.

It was only second later when she felt the tip of the first cock she would take that night press against her soaking pussy. Not reluctant at all she pushed back against it urgent to have it in her. He did not disappoint as he buried his tool as deep as possible into her. They soon found a rhythm and seemed to be trying to touch the tips of their dicks together by pounding them through her body. Meanwhile, hands raced all over her tits and body. Fingers found their way into her asshole and spread it wide. 

Donna's horror faded as she watched her friend take cock after cock and with her body, beg for a new one as soon as one spent its load on her back. She couldn't help but to look proudly and lustfully at her charge as she realized her full slut potential. Unable to contain herself, she moved her hand to her clit and rubbed it vigorously. She allowed her legs to part wide and penetrated herself with her free hand pushing herself to a shattering orgasm.

Jennifer was released from the shackles, but her body as not released from its desires. She ached for more cock and not just in her pussy. One of the guys laid on the ground and she was quickly thrust upon him. She rode him like a cowgirl, but needed to make it clear to the group that she wanted more. As she rode him, she reached her hand back and slipping to fingers inside began to fuck her ass earnestly. It didn't take long for them to figure out what she wanted, as in seconds she felt a hard cock pressed against her bud. She leaned forward and allowed him the best possible access to her behind. Moments later she was filled almost completely. She opened her mouth and was treated to the final piece of the puzzle. Cock plowed into her from every angle and as most had already cum, they were able to fuck her like this for what felt like hours.

In her rapture she heard the unmistakable sound of fucking next to her. Turning her still blindfolded face in that direction she called out, "Donna?"

A panting desperate Donna replied, "I couldn't let you have all the fun."

For the rest of the night, they were both filled with a constant rotation of cock, sweat and cum. Their asses, pussies and mouths were sore, but stayed busy despite this. Finally, the last cock slipped from their aching pussies.

"We want to watch you two suck each other's cunts like the sluts you are." Said one of the men.

Donna happily slid under Jennifer and closing her eyes joined Jennifer in an orgasmic frenzy of satisfaction. They were so lost in their pleasure, neither noticed as the men dressed and left. Finally, exhausted, they collapsed in each others arms. 

They decided to keep this between themselves as they dressed to go home. 

Donna saw the contractor the next day, and they both acted as if nothing happened and he gave not the slightest hint of expecting it again. Jennifer had satisfied an itch and was more than happy to go back to being a good slut for her mistress and a great fuck for her man. Their mistress/sub relationship progressed happily as they had more and varied experiences....but that is another story. 



BDSM: Toybox Tips On A Budget



Not everybody can be Christian Grey or even aspire to that level of luxury. Most people in the BDSM scene are required to be budget conscious as a singular purchase can blow the weekly toy allowance out of the water for a month. So I thought I would write my "How to..." essay on how to build a fabulous toy box on a budget.

Firstly grab yourself a medium-sized box, no not a cardboard box, we are not cheapskates here just frugal and prudent with our money. I have a wooden box that is detailed to look like a pirate chest that I picked up in a second-hand market and then relined it myself. Markets are the budget conscious submissive's best source of toys and equipment so you should get to know your local markets, op-shops and good-will stores well. I know some people feel put off entering these places but all the money you spend there goes straight to the charity involved, so I have never understood the stigma of picking up a bargain even if you are using it for a purpose it was not meant for.

Back to the box. You will need something sturdy and try to imagine a crop, cane or large flogger fitting across its length or width so that you don't get it home and realize your toys won't fit. Old suitcases can be perfect if you have a lot of large toys, just be careful. When your mother comes to ask if she can borrow a suitcase for her trip make sure that you give her the right one. My sister was searching my room for batteries one day and, to her horror, opened my toy chest during her search. She has never gone into my room to search for anything since so having the toy chest found isn't always a bad thing but it can lead to questions you may not want to answer.

So finally, after the embarrassing moments of explaining why you are making a toy chest when you don't have any children, you should have your box, suitcase, duffle bag, or even backpack if you're a person who likes a change of scenery. Now we need to fill it with goodies to bring you pleasure or pain or both depending on your kink. So let's look at a few simple things the budget conscious could explore rather than settling for the high-end prices of so many of the kink stores.

Silk scarves: the most versatile thing in your chest. They can be used as restraints, blindfolds or for pleasurable sensation. The best thing about these items is that you can pick up ten for a dollar at most good-will stores, soak them, wash them and they are good as new!

Blindfold: Pick these up everywhere from pharmacies to sleepwear shops: an inexpensive buy but if you are wanting a particular look, say an animal, a puppy, a kitty, or the owl from the story of O, then head to the local party outlet and grab a few masks and just tape over the eyes.

Candles: I have found that standard old table candles are best, or basic coloured candles, which is great because they are also the cheapest. You don't want to use scented candles or any of the weird fancy ones, as there are often a large variety of strange things in the wax that can cause irritation to the skin. A tip with using candles is always start a long way from the skin and move down until you find that happy medium that suits you or your partner. The closer you are, the hotter the wax will be and as with firing a gun, always be mindful of your background. Wax can be a real pain to get out of some surfaces

Pinwheels and pricking tools: Head on into your favorite department store and over to the kitchen area unless you know of a great outlet or your local good-will store that has a kitchen section. In amongst the bakery equipment you will find all sorts of pastry cutters, pizza cutters and yes pinwheels that are meant to aerate pastry and pasta not the soft skin of a submissive but work beautifully! Also in the kitchen section another little gem of an item that works well for this type of sensation are small wooden and bamboo skewers, the ones you use for barbeques. These are sharpened at one end and can provide an amazing sensation, be it with just the one or a nice little bunch held together. They can be used for pricking (as the sharp end is still quite blunt and won't pierce the skin without a LOT of force) or used to flick from a short distance. These are a nice versatile little item that can be discarded after use as they are so cheap and can be easily found.

Vampire Gloves/rabbit fur gloves etc: As an easy solution to the big-bucks items like these that might cost you dearly, I have a few suggestions and while not quite the same, can be fun to play with. In the car-care section of the department store you will find furry mitts and chamois mitts can give you those soft tickling sensations and in the bathroom section, loofah mitts can give the most wonderful sensations similar to a vampire glove but not as intense. In the absence of these, in your local shopping haunts head back to the good-will and pick up a few pairs of light material gloves and use sandpaper and the fur lining from an old jacket or a cheap jacket from good will to create your own with the help of some good craft glue or a sewing kit.

Clamps (nipple and genitalia): Let me say up front I DO NOT ever suggest or condone the use of rubber bands directly on the body, there is a lot of literature out there to explain the damage they can do to nerve endings so I won't lecture everyone except to say, while I do mention them here, they should not be applied directly to any body part. Clothes pegs are a cheap and easy solution for those who do not like messing around with fiddly things. There are some things that pegs alone are good for (zippers) so this makes them an even more versatile item. I would suggest that wooden pegs be used as they are less prone to breakage (no little plastic slivers - especially if you choose to whip those little buggers off instead of a slow release) and they have a much nicer feel as well. 

For those who like to be able to adjust the tension and variety of clamps I have a few different suggestions. Seek out an orthodontist and buy yourself a small bag of those tiny bands used on mouth braces, these are fabulous and can be used in so many ways. Used on a pair of tweezers they can be slid up the prongs to tighten the tension to the desired limit. They could also be used in conjunction with chopsticks to flatten and clamp the desired body part. If you are looking for something way out there and very study however, I am assured by a friend that the old style jumper cables which you can pick up really cheaply these days can work a treat. I have never used these nor am I personally into electrical play so I am mentioning it only as an aside as told to me by a dominant friend.

Paddles: I know I don't have to tell you all to go to the sports store for ping pong paddles but perhaps some of you may never have investigated the kitchen section of the local department store and their range of paddles. Large ones for pizza ovens, smaller ones used as cheese boards, in a range of light to heavily-weighted materials. As with the gloves mentioned above, they can be covered with a range of materials to make that sensory element all the more surreal during a scene in both texture and sound. Hair bushes and even puppy brushes can work well for this too, depending on the feel you want and if a particular object sets a scene for you.

Brushes: For the body not the hair. There is such a vast array I encourage everyone to try them all from hair brushes to tooth brushes and everything in between. Make-up brushes and pasty brushes can be soft and titillating while scrubbing brushes and pet brushes can be harsher and enliven the skin, the combination of the two can be amazing.

Short & long floggers in a soft suede: Sometimes there is just no real substitute for the real deal but I have friends who have made their own floggers, both soft and harsh, out of a variety of materials including old suede clothing which may otherwise be thrown out. My tip here would be, if you are interested in making your own, is to get to know the owners or managers of the second-hand and good-will shops. Mostly, if a donated garment is damaged by water, or whatever, they will throw them out as no one will buy it in their shop. Let them know you will take those things and you're in business! If that is unsuccessful, quite often men's clothing stores will sell leather thongs as replacement ties for specific shirts or pants.

Crops and canes: As with the above, sometimes there is just no decent substitute for the real deal, but if you really need one let me suggest you check out your kitchen and the wonderful world of wooden spoons and flexible spatula's. The variety of size and weight is astounding. The short-handled variety can be good for those in long distance relationships where self-abuse is part of your Skype cam-dates. Rulers can work well too. In the end though, if this is your kink, I would gather a range of leather belts in different thicknesses and sizes, but I am very much a leather lover.

Collar and leash:  The obvious solution here would be to head on down to the local pet shop and go nuts! Leather collars, choker-chains, harnesses and leashes in a variety of colours and styles. For a permanent collar that a submissive could wear out in public though, I would head to a pawnbroker or cut-price jewelry shop. Quite often choker-style necklaces come with heart shaped locks or nice wide chain links that can take a leash attachment or the addition of a ring and dog tag. In truth the options are limitless. Thicker dog collars can be doubled up and used as neck corsets for those who enjoy that type of kink.

Cuffs and ropes: Soft nylon rope is best for the true enthusiast. However for short-term use, lengths of nylon laundry rope could be used with caution. Strangely enough cling wrap can be used for the same purpose and has the advantage of being able to immobilise larger areas of the body. I have seen it used with good results as an arm binder. Strips of Velcro can be used in a similar way and can be very efficient especially for quick release holds, but do not have a long life span and will need replacing reasonably often, depending on how frequently you play.

Spreader bar: Your local hardware store will sell you lengths of thick dowl or you could cut up a broom handle to the size required. Once done insert large eyelets at various intervals. Non-locking carabiner's can be used in conjunction with this as the easiest method for use, but it is not hard to thread a scarf or other form of restraint through them.

Insertion toys: Dildos, Vibes, Anal toys: Here is one place I will say there is no substitute for quality. Take all of the money you might save from being frugal with the other bits and pieces and get yourself something that is going to rock you or your partner's world. People joke around and play with using fruits and vegetables, candles and even ping pong balls. I am hardly one to throw stones or be judgmental, as I am very curious girl and have experimented myself but if you do experiment, be sure to look after yourself and be sure you have no allergies or anything that could cause a drastic reaction.

Finally, being the Santa's little helper type of girl I am, here is my biggest tip, stock up on batteries whenever you see them on sale. Butterflies, bullets and eggs can have odd-sized batteries so make sure you know what you're after, put a little list in your phone to remind you because we always see bargains when we are least prepared and batteries can burn a hole in your budget as easily as the toys themselves.

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Having said all of the above, I cannot stress enough the importance of safety and being prepared for any eventuality.  I would strongly urge anyone creating their own toy box to have an extended safety kit. Here are some of items I have in mine.
Aloe Vera gel and/or lotion for Aftercare
Bandage Scissors (the kind with one end blunt so you can get it under ropes without piercing the skin)
A box of latex gloves
Water based lube
Condoms (to use on the dildos and vibrators less cleaning.)
Flashlight.. (be prepared) 
Emergency candles (also can be fun)
First-Aid Kit 
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This is by no means definitive or a serious attempt to cover everyone's kink or fetish, it's just a sharing of some of things I and my friends have learned and shared over the years. If you feel the need to correct my take on things or add your own personal preferences please feel free by using the contact button on my home page. I always try to reply if you leave an email address to reply to. I am much better at responding to comments made through the contact button and subsequent email than I am in the comments section at the end of the story.


Happy bargain hunting to you all!



BDSM Training B&B



My wife Courtney and I had no idea when we purchased the "Weekend Slave Training Course" at the Chateau de Sade that our relationship and lives would never be the same. 

Courtney and I were both in our early 30s, and had had a relatively happy marriage for five years. But after a few years, our sex life--always pretty vanilla--had become predictable and very sporadic. I had always had an interest in bondage & discipline, but had been too ashamed to mention it to Courtney. 

Then one day she stumbled across some BDSM porn on my computer and confronted me about it. As I tried to explain, she surprised me by telling me that she, too, had always had an interest in BDSM, and that she would be willing to try it with me. We bought the basic BDSM gear--collar, cuffs, leash, a whip, flogger, a paddle--and enjoyed the best sex we'd ever had for a few months. 

But as a pair of novices, we did not really know what we were doing, how to set up scenes, how to incorporate ritual, and how to maximize the pleasure of our fetish. It was then that I came across the advertisement on line for the Chateau's training course:

"WEEKEND SLAVE TRAINING COURSE AT AN EXCLUSIVE BED AND BREAKFAST"

"Master William and Slave Shelly offer a weekend of BDSM training for male masters and their female slaves to be conducted at their deluxe, exclusive bed and breakfast in the woods--the Chateau de Sade. The men will learn the skills of dominance, while the women will learn the art of submission. Each course is limited to three couples. Participants agree to sexual contact with their hosts and the other guests, and the female slaves agree to harsh corporal punishment, humiliation, sexual usage and other delights. Beginners only. Pre-course health check required. Interested parties should contact us at (555) 555-5555. Total cost is $5,000 per couple, but remember that no price is too high to maximize your pleasure."

I showed the ad to Courtney, and while she expressed some reservations, especially about the reference to "sexual usage," I could feel her getting wet. By the end of that evening, we had fucked like rabbits, and she agreed to go to the training course with me.

Friday:

As we checked into the Chateau at 5:00 p.m. sharp, Master William and Slave Shelly welcomed us warmly, and promised us "the most erotic, unforgettable weekend" of our lives. They were a handsome, very attractive couple, and both appeared in their late 30s to early 40s. 

"Tim and Courtney, please come down to the sitting room at 6 o'clock for the Couples Reception. You will have a chance to meet the other two couples staying here for the weekend--Chris and Denise, and Ron and Mia. Please come dressed as master and slave, whatever that concept means to you."

Courtney and I went to our room on the second floor, and found it to be luxurious. Plush carpeting, beautiful decor, and a large 4-post king size bed. One would have thought it was a typical room in a 5-star luxury hotel, until one noticed the art on the walls. 

Three photographs of beautiful women naked except for bondage gear adorned the walls. In one photo, a naked woman in collar and cuffs was on all fours kissing the tip of the erect cock of the leather-clad master standing in front of her. 

In a second photograph, three naked women in collars stood with their arms stretched above their heads tied to an overhead beam; the women each had a number written on their left tit, and were surrounded by men in business suits at tables who appeared to be holding auction cards and wads of cash, while a man in a tuxedo stood next the women holding a microphone, seemingly conducting a slave auction. 

The third picture showed a naked woman in a collar and cuffs bent over a table, wrists and ankles secured, while a man with a belt swung the strap down hard on her already well-marked ass. The pictures set quite a tone.

"What do you suppose he meant when he said to come dressed as master and slave?" Courtney asked. 

"Well, as the master, I suppose that is up to me," I said. "As such, you will come to the Reception completely naked, except for your steel collar, steel wrist cuffs and steel ankle cuffs. I shall dress in my business suit." 

Courtney looked worried. "Completely naked? But, I haven't even met these people. Can't I at least come in a bra and panties?" 

"Absolutely not," I said. I have decided that you shall not wear a stitch of clothing this entire weekend. As the training begins tonight, you shall meet the others in the nude as a symbol of your status as a owned, sex slave." 

As Courtney started to protest, I cut her off, stating, "Obey your master, slave girl. Any further resistance will be met with severe punishment." I rubbed the rubber whip sitting on top of the suitcase. Courtney could tell I was serious, and quietly started to undress. 

After she removed all her clothes, I locked on her collar and her cuffs with the small stainless paddle-locks, and attached a leash to the collar. Finally, I locked her wrist cuffs together behind her back with an o-clip. At that point, I looked her over from all angles, while Courtney's face burned crimson with embarrassment. 

"You look lovely. If it wasn't 6 o'clock at present, I'd give you a quick, hard fucking followed by a stern whipping. I'd love to introduce you to our hosts with a red, welted ass and my cum dripping down your legs. But we'd better get downstairs. We have a long weekend ahead of us."

I led Courtney down the stairwell by the leash, her bare feet carefully navigating the steps, and we then walked into the parlor. Master William was there, looking regal in a smoking jacket, standing next to the gorgeous Slave Shelly dressed in a leather thong, a leather bra with holes cut out to expose her pierced nipples, and wearing a collar and cuffs. 

"I approve, Master Tim," William said when he saw me lead Courtney into the room by her leash. 

"You've got the makings of a fine master, given your wise decision to deprive your slave of any clothing. While all slaves should be regularly displayed naked, total nudity is especially becoming for your lovely slave." 

He reached over and gave Courtney a playful tweak on her nipple. She blushed, but the nipple tellingly hardened. Master William laughed. 

It was at that point that I noticed the two other couples in the room, all attractive and seemingly in their late 20s to early 30s. While the men, Chris and Ron, were dressed in business casual attire, their slaves--while both beautiful--seemed a bit overdressed given the occasion. 

Denise wore a pair of silk pajamas, the long-sleeved top showing just a hint of cleavage, while her pajama pants went all the way down to her ankles. She did, at least, have a collar buckled around her neck. 

Mia wore a teddy, showing more skin than Denise, but hardly qualifying as BDSM gear. She also had a basic leather collar around her neck, as well as basic cuffs on her wrists and ankles. 

Master William then asked for everyone's attention. 

"Welcome to our Training Course, and thank you for entrusting us with your comfort and care for the weekend. I think you will find your stay here to be transformative. Before we talk about the agenda for the weekend, let's begin with introductions. 

"I am Master William and this is my slave Shelly. We have been happily married for eleven years, and have each practiced the BDSM lifestyle for about twenty years. Shelly is an excellent slave, and an excellent trainer. And," he said as he smiled and patted her ass, "she also has excellent sexual skills. If some of you are very lucky, you may find that out for yourselves this weekend." Shelly smiled, and seemed to beam with pride.

At this point, Shelly asked the three male guests to introduce themselves and their partners, and to talk about their experience in the lifestyle, and what they hoped to get out of the weekend.

"I'm Chris, and this is Denise. We've been married for just over a year, and while we are interested in slave/master stuff, we really have not done too much of it. I've tied Denise down a few times, but I've never spanked her or anything like that." 

"I see," said Master William. "Chris, tell us about your slave's body." 

Chris and Denise both blushed. "Umm, well, Denise has a really nice body. Umm ..." Chris mumbled. 

"Yes, yes, but tell us about it. What do you like about it?" asked William. 

"Umm, I like her long legs. Umm ..." Chris was clearly not comfortable talking about his wife's body in front of strangers. 

"Okay, okay. That's fine, Chris. The weekend is young. Let's move on," said William. 

"Ron, tell us about you and Mia." Ron seemed a bit more at ease than Chris, but still a little unsure of himself. 

"Mia and I have been married for eight years, and have just gotten interested in bondage in the past two. We've really enjoyed hog-ties and the like, but would like to take it to another level." 

"Ron," said William, "tell us about Mia's body." 

"Mia's beautiful, as you can see," said Ron. "I love her body, especially her ... her ... butt. I love taking her from behind." 

"Good, good. Thanks for sharing, Ron. I know its not easy, but we'll all get more comfortable with each other as the weekend progresses. That is a good start."

"Tim," said Master William, "Now its your turn. Tell us about your lovely, naked slave girl." 

I decided to further demonstrate my potential as a master by providing much more detailed answers to William's inquiries than the others. I stood next to Courtney, holding on to her leash, and stated that we'd been married for five years, and that since discovering BDSM, our sex life had been brought back to life. 

"And, since I know Master William is interested in Courtney's body, I will describe it for you." 

I moved behind Courtney, and cupped her full breasts in both hands, fingering her hardening nipples. Courtney was blushing, but I could tell she was getting hot. 

"Courtney's big tits are incredible, perfect for sucking, fucking, slapping, pinching and coming on. I invite you all to enjoy them this weekend." 

Chris and Ron shifted a little in their places, and Denise and Mia stood looking a bit shocked but also a bit turned on. 

"Next," I said, as I put my hand on Courtney's cheeks, and forced her mouth open, "is her very skilled cock-whore mouth. She is a talented cock-sucker, although she does not always swallow all of the cum I give her." 

"We will change that," Master William said with a smirk. "Slaves must always swallow all of the master's cum, and clean his cock good for a few minutes after ejaculation." 

"We'll work on that, honey," offered Slave Shelly. "You'll not miss a drop by the end of the weekend, I promise you," she said, as she rubbed the riding crop secured to her thong. 

"And next," I said, as I turned Courtney around so that her back was to the group, "is her gorgeous, supple ass." 

I then bent Courtney over the table, her hands still secured behind her back now resting on her back, with her tummy and tits pressed against the cold wood of the table. 

I massaged her ass checks, and told the others that "This ass gets me hard just thinking about it. Its perfectly rounded and proportioned just right. Whether slapping my balls up against it while fucking my slave from behind, bringing my whip down upon it while administering some discipline, or just fondling it in order to get my dick hard, its sheer perfection." 

I could see Chris and Ron starting to get bulges in their pants. Denise began to slowly move her hand down between her legs, while Mia began to subtly caress an erect nipple. Master William looked pleased. 

"And finally," I concluded, as I pulled Courtney's ass checks and pussy lips apart with my fingers, "this is her delectable pussy." 

While I could tell that Courtney was incredibly embarrassed and shaking a little, her pussy was dripping with juices. 

"This pussy is always warm, wet and ready, and provides a very tight ride, gentlemen. I look forward to watching you all fuck my slave this weekend with regularity, and then reviewing her performance. Of course," I chucked, "if she comes up short, I will expect you to deliver a harsh punishment, followed by a do-over fuck or two, just to see if she's taken her instruction to heart."

"Bravo, Master Tim, Bravo!" exclaimed William. "Now you are getting the hang of it. Notice, gentlemen, how Master Tim used humiliation and public display to control his slave who, despite her obvious embarrassment, is dripping wet. She's a natural slut and a natural slave, despite feeling shame. The key is to drive that shame out of Courtney, as well as your slaves, so that they embrace their naked vulnerability and their total submission. That is the goal of this weekend."

"Thank you, Master William," I said. "One more thing. If it would please you, my slave and I would like to show you our gratitude for your hospitality this weekend." 

"I'd be very pleased, Master Tim. What are you offering?" 

"I am offering my slave girl to you, on her knees, naked except for collars and cuffs, with hands secured behind her back. She would be honored to suck your cock and swallow your cum, Master William." 

Courtney's eyes got big and she looked very nervous. Yet, I could see her legs glistening with pussy juice, and her pussy lips swollen with excitement. 

"Isn't that right, my cock-whore?" I asked Courtney, as I stroked her erect nipples. 

"Y-y-yes, Master," she said with eyes cast down. 

"I thank you, and I accept your gift, Master Tim," said William. The other two couples leaned forward, mesmerized by the turn of events. 

"Well then, whore, present yourself in front of me with open mouth and we'll see what kind of sucking skills you've got. I promise you that no matter how good they are now, they will be much improved by the end of the weekend. If you have to swallow a gallon of cum from all the men in this Chateau, I promise you that."

Courtney nervously knelt before Master William, who unzipped his fly to release his throbbing cock, already rock hard. 

"Open slut," he barked. Courtney opened her mouth. Master William stepped forward, grabbed the back of her head with both hands and forced it upon his cock. 

Courtney struggled to take it all in, gagging a bit, but doing her best to accommodate the thick rod. 

"Good, good, whore. You do have some skill. Of course there is always room for improvement," mused Master William as he face-fucked my slave. "Suck that cock, whore, don't just let it move between your lips. Suck it!" ordered Master William. 

Courtney increased her sucking efforts, blushing beet red as Master William accelerated his pumping rhythm. In between thrusts, he occasionally reached down and pinched one of her nipples hard, causing her to gasp, although she continued to suck and tongue his dick. 

Finally, Master William announced, "Here it comes, whore ... swallow my seed!" 

He exploded in her mouth, and despite her efforts to swallow his cum, about half of his load--a tablespoon or so--dribbled down her chin. 

He then sighed, "Ah, that was ... nice. Thank you, Courtney. You are indeed a good cock whore. However, you can and will do better. First, you need to take the cock deep without gagging. That comes with practice, which you shall have plenty of. Next, you must suck the cock hard. You did better after being rebuked, but sucking must be a natural reaction." 

Master William then leaned in and looking Courtney in the eyes, stated, "Finally, you must swallow all of the cum. While you swallowed much of my load, some dribbled out." Master William pointed to a few inch stream of cum shining on the floor in front of Courtney. 

"Now lick it up, whore," he commanded. 

"I ... I ... can't ..." she stammered. 

"Yes you can," said Master William, as he grabbed her head and forced her face to the floor, pressing her lips into the cum. "Lick it up, cock whore." She did. 

"Everyone, Courtney has done well tonight," Master William stated, as he helped Courtney to her feet, fingering her wet pussy in the process. 

"She has followed her masters' instructions well, and you see that despite her shame at being sexually used in front of a group of strangers, she is nevertheless very aroused. She is a natural slave. However," continued Master William with a gleam in his eye, "Courtney has earned a punishment for her cock-sucking errors. She did fine for a first blo-job of the weekend, but we can't overlook imperfections," Master William stated. 

"Master Tim, I ask for permission to whip your slave." 

"Granted," I quickly replied. 

At that, Slave Shelly took Courtney over to a spanking bench in the middle of the room. Courtney was too shaken and frankly, too turned on to resist. As Shelly bent her over and secured her ankles and wrists to the bottoms of the four legs of the bench, Courtney's ass was displayed to all in the room, making for a very inviting target. 

"Master Tim, I am going to whip your slave's ass, and while I do, you are to stand in front of her with your cock in her mouth," advised Master William. "As I whip her, you will fuck her face." 

Master William then turned to Courtney and lifted her chin up off the bench with his hand so that she met his eye. "Girl, while I whip you, you must maintain focus on sucking your master's cock. The whipping won't stop until he has cum. And, if you fail to swallow his entire load, then the whipping will start again, and another man will take your husband's place in front of you with his cock in your mouth. And this procession will continue until you learn to swallow a cock's entire load. So I suggest, my dear, that you concentrate."

Master William then began to lash Courtney's ass with the whip, while I pumped away at her mouth. She was doing an admirable job of sucking and slurping, despite the whip beginning to raise welts on her ass. Finally, I came in her mouth, and she eagerly swallowed my large load, managing to take in every drop. 

"Well done, slut, well done!" said Master William. "See what you can do once you put your mind to it? Now, we'll leave you secured on the spanking bench for a while, so that we can all admire your red, welted ass, and you can reflect upon the salty, tangy taste of semen in your mouth. We also don't want you to have access to that wet, swollen clit and pussy of yours. You can come when your master and I agree that you can come. And you have not yet earned that right." 

Courtney's legs were shaking due to the beating and her excitement, and her eyes were pleading for the release of orgasm. She'd have to wait.

Master William then turned his attention to Denise and Mia, first commanding them to completely disrobe, which they nervously did, and then submit to a full inspection of their bodies. All of the men were invited to fondle their tits, stroke their asses, and Master William even fingered their moist pussies. 

Both of the women were blushing crimson, but were also clearly aroused. Eventually, they were directed to suck their masters' cocks, and then, after loads were shot into their mouths, had their techniques critiqued by Master William. 

Finally, as the evening progressed, they were each given spankings by their masters, initially with bare hands over their masters' knees, but eventually Slave Shelly took a turn lashing them with the riding crop, while Master William stepped in to finish both of the punishment sessions by welting their bottoms with his sinister whip. 

Chris and Ron had to hold their slaves down while William administered the intense whippings. Denise and Mia were then each secured to additional spanking benches next to Courtney, displaying their well-marked rears alongside Courtney's still red and stinging ass. 

Despite being well secured, all of the women shifted their legs a bit and tried to grind their hips into the spanking bench in efforts to rub their clits on the bench and achieve orgasm. Eventually, one after another, they in turn shrieked and moaned with delight as each finally climaxed. 




BDSM Training B&B Ch. 02



Saturday

I was half-asleep on Saturday morning at 6:00 a.m. when Courtney kissed my neck and said, "Goodbye, love. See you in a couple of hours." 

I noticed that Courtney was out of the bed and was standing completely naked adorned in her collar and cuffs. A leash had been affixed to her collar, and was being held by Slave Shelly who was also completely naked and wearing collar and cuffs. 

"C'mon slut, let's go," Shelly said playfully, and gave Courtney's collar a tug. They walked out of the room. I smiled to myself as I drifted back to sleep.

Two hours later, at 8:00 a.m., I walked down the stairs with Chris and Ron, and as we entered the dining room, we all stopped and stared at what we saw: our three wives, all naked, all on their knees, asses sitting on their bare feet, with arms secured behind their backs, and eyes cast downward. We could see that their pussies had been waxed bare with not a hair in sight. A few whip marks adorned their tits and their asses--Shelly and William clearly had been busy over the past couple of hours.

"Good morning, gentlemen," Master William said, "Breakfast is served." The table had been set with a marvelous breakfast, and all three of us sat down at the table. 

"I think you will all enjoy breakfast a great deal," said William, "and I'm not just talking about the meal. You see, while you gentlemen eat, your wives will be under the table, eating you, so to speak."

Chris, Ron and I looked at each other and grinned. 

William continued, "These sluts are all going to take their places between your knees, and with arms secured behind their backs, suck you off using only their mouths. After every minute, the women will change positions and suck a new cock. Their goal will be to get as many of the men off as possible."

Again, we men looked at each other and smiled. I could feel my cock starting to bulge.

William stated, "If any of them gets all three of you off, she shall avoid punishment. If any of them gets two of you off, she shall receive three strokes of the cane. For getting one of you off, a slave will receive five strokes of the cane, and if any of them fails to get any of you off, that unfortunate slut shall receive eight strokes of the cane. And, of course, 'getting you off' includes swallowing every drop of cum. Failure to do so is a disqualification, resulting in an automatic penalty of ten hard cane strokes. 

"Ladies," William commanded, "under the table! Begin!"

Each of the wives positioned herself in front of her husband and immediately started sucking. Courtney was using her tongue expertly, working the tip of my cock, following by hard suction deep throating. Yet, after a minute, neither Ron, Chris nor I had cum, and Master William ordered the women to rotate. 

Mia moved in front of me and slipped my glistening dick into her mouth. Mia was not the cock-sucker Courtney was, but was doing okay until I felt like I needed some deep throat action. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my dick into her mouth until my balls rested against her chin. She started to gag and cough, and pulled her head back, allowing my dick to slid out of her mouth. 

"That's no way to win a contest, Mia," laughed Sir William. 

Mia's husband Ron, whose joint was being worked by Denise, looked a bit worried, but did not stop thrusting his cock into between Denise's lips. Courtney was working Chris' dick hard, and was the first to get a man off. Chris suddenly moaned and said, "Here it comes, you dirty whore," and exploded into my wife's mouth. Courtney kept Chris' cock in her mouth for a bit, just to ensure that she swallowed the full load of semen. 

"Nice work, Courtney. And on that note, rotate," directed Master William.

At last, Denise moved in front of my cock and started sucking like a pro. She really has skills, I thought to myself; that Chris is a one lucky bastard. When Courtney knelt in front of Ron, I could tell that Ron was still a bit upset with how I had forced his wife Mia to deep-throat me. He wasted no time in grabbing the back of Courtney's head with both hands, and began hard thrusting his cock against the back of her throat, all the while calling her a "whore," and a "slut." 

Fortunately, Courtney was quite adept at deep-throating, and avoided the gag reflex. Still, I could tell that it was quite uncomfortable, and I hoped that Ron would come soon so that his assault on my wife's mouth would end. 

Just then, Ron screamed, "Take it all, you fucking cunt!" and shot a giant load into her mouth. At that same time, my dick had had enough, and I shot my load into Denise's mouth.

"Bravo, sluts!" said Master William. "Courtney, you got two of the masters off, and will only receive three strokes of the cane. Denise, you will receive five, and Mia, I'm sorry, dear, but you shall receive eight. I wish I could tell you that it won't be so bad, but as you are all inexperienced with the cane, I must inform you all that the pain will be intense." 

Mia was teary eyed as she was secured in a bent over position on the spanking bench, with her ass totally exposed and in the air. Master William retrieved a 3-foot rattan cane from a drawer, and positioned himself behind her. 

"Courtney, Denise -- watch closely. Watch how the cane bites into Mia's ass. Your turn will soon be coming," he said with a grin.

With that, he began delivering strokes to Mia's ass. She shrieked and cried out--as a BDSM novice, this was by far and away the harshest punishment she had ever received. Not even Courtney had ever tasted the cane before, and we'd been into the lifestyle for a while at that point. As the last stroke bit into her ass, leaving eight pretty horizontal red lines on her butt checks, Mia cried out one last time and then sobbed quietly. Master William motioned Ron over to her to console his shaken wife.

"Very well done, Mia. Not many newbie slaves could endure eight strokes of the cane, but I never give my sluts any more than they can take. And, I knew you could take it." 

Master William then directed Denise over to the spanking bench, and Shelly secured her wrists and ankles to the structure. Five cane strokes were delivered, Denise cried out five times, and was then left trembling, five beautiful red lines adorning her ass. 

At last it was my wife's turn. While only three strokes were delivered to Courtney's supple butt cheeks, it was still an ordeal given that she had no experience with the cane. Tears ran down Courtney's cheeks with each stroke of the rattan.

As the last stroke was delivered, I marveled at how beautiful the three red lines on her ass looked. While whips, paddles and crops all leave pretty marks, there is nothing like cane marks on a slave's ass--it seems to highlight the fact that the slave is under the control of another. I am going to have to regularly incorporate the cane into our BDSM activities, I thought to myself.

After the women were given several minutes to rest and compose themselves, Master William announced the schedule for the day:

"For the next hour and a half, we will instruct you on the subject of bondage. Hog-ties, spread-eagles, Japanese ties--we'll have a chance to introduce you to a number of bondage techniques and you will learn how to utilize them in a safe and satisfying manner. You will watch, and you will also participate."

Terrific, I thought to myself. I had only a real basic understanding of bondage, and had never really experimented with it much. Normally, I just tied Courtney up by attaching ropes or chains to the o-rings on her cuffs. But I'd always marveled at the pictures of intricately tied slaves while looking at various bondage sites. I hoped I would be competent in the basics by the end of the training.

"Following the bondage training, we will move on to the subject of slave positions. There are several positions that it is essential for each slave to know how to execute. While there are varying degrees of ritual in each BDSM relationship, it is important in my opinion that both partners utilize a few basic positions during their play. These positions can help both master and slave go to a new psychological plane, and heighten the master-slave experience."

I'd have Courtney kneel naked before me quite often during our bondage sessions, but I'd never really given a lot of thought to incorporating more formal "positions" into our play. I was excited to see what Master William was able to impart on this subject.

"After position training," Master William continued, "we will break for lunch--the slaves will eat first in the kitchen, and shall then serve the masters in the dining room."

"Following lunch, you will be given two hours of free time to do with what you like. When free-time is over, though, I expect everyone to be back here for our final formal training session of the day: sexual training. Most of our guests find this training to be quite ... satisfying," Master William stated with a gleam in his eye.

You will then have another few hours of free time in which you may eat, rest, relax or whatever ... before reporting back here to the parlor at 8:00 p.m. sharp for the Big Event."

"Big Event?" queried Chris. "What is the Big Event?"

"Patience, Chris, patience. All will be revealed in good time. Trust me, though, when I tell you that the Big Event will be one of the real highlights of this wonderful weekend," Master William assured us.

I wondered what the Big Event could possibly be. The whole weekend seemed to be full of highlights to me -- what could possibly stand above the many arousing episodes we'd have experienced by that point? 

The morning proceeded with bondage training first and then slave position training. I learned a lot, and it was really arousing to see Courtney, Shelly, Mia and Denise each trussed up in various ties. My favorite tie turned out to be the old fashioned hog-tie--its a classic for a reason. I managed to properly tether Courtney after several attempts, and stood back, admiring my work. Seeing her bent arms and legs held in position by the ropes, and seeing that her pussy and her mouth were still both accessible was such a turn on.

It was also surprisingly fun to watch each woman assume various slave positions--some designed to humiliate, some designed to invite sex, some designed to enhance a punishment--and a few which seemed to accomplish all of that and more. 

As Master William had Shelly demonstrate the each position, he asked each slave girl to come forward one at a time and duplicate the position. Failure to properly execute the position resulted in Master William liberally using his riding crop on the ladies' asses, tits and pussies to correct their behavior. By the end of the training, all three of the slaves were adequately performing each position, although their bodies were smarting from the crop. 

My favorite position for Courtney was the one Master William called "Open". This position required the slave to get on her knees and then bend over and place her chest and head on the ground, with arms outstretched in front of her. This caused the slaves ass and pussy to stick up in the air, giving the master full access to whip, fuck or fondle her at his whim. It was also quite a humiliating position, it seemed to me, which I really liked about it. Courtney blushed as she assumed this position, although her pussy juices were subtly running.

Lunch went without issue--after feeding themselves, the four female slaves served the four male masters at the dining room table. There is something wonderful about naked, collared slave girls running out food to you while you sit reclining at the table with other men--I think its every maledom's fantasy, and its as great as it sounds. 

At one point, Master William engaged me in conversation and, pushing back from the table in his chair, grabbed Courtney who happened to be passing by with some empty glasses.

"Slut, I want to stretch my legs while I sit. Get down on all fours in front of me so that I can use you as a table for my feet."

Courtney looked ashamed, but complied. Master William sat back in his chair and placed his slippered feet on Courtney's naked ass, as she remained on all fours in front of him. Then he went back to our conversation as if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

Occasionally, Master William would remove his feet from her, slap Courtney hard on the ass, and order her to go get us another drink, more bread, etc. When she would return with the requested item, he would take it from her and direct her to resume her former position in front of him as his "table." 

It is an interesting thing to see another man use your naked, collared and cuffed wife in front of you in this way--but I have to confess that I loved it. And Courtney did, too, judging by her moist, shiny, engorged pussy--something that William confirmed when at one point he reached between her legs and felt the wetness.

Courtney blushed crimson, but remained in the table position without moving.

"Master Tim," William stated, "your wife truly has the potential to be an elite level slave wife. Despite the humiliation of serving as a table completely naked for a stranger, she does not resist and she is also turned on. You are indeed a lucky man!" 

Following lunch, Courtney and I retired to our room. I expected her to collapse on the bed, given the rigors of the morning and lunch, but almost as soon as we got into the room, she threw her arms around me, began to kiss me, and began to grind her naked body against mine. 

My cock didn't need much encouragement--I was primed and ready. I fingered her clit and pussy while we kissed and she came in about 30 seconds. I had to laugh--she'd been as turned on by the morning's activities as I had been! After she was through climaxing, I bent her over the bed, released my cock from my pants, and began to hammer away at her from behind. She came again--I was apparently nailing her g-spot--just as I began to orgasm. 

We both collapsed on the bed afterwards, and slept until the alarm woke us for the next session--sexual training. I thought to myself, I wonder what that will involve? I couldn't wait.

END OF PART 2



BDSM Training B&B



"These ladies are all sluts in the best sense of the word," said Master William. "They all got off without being fucked, sucked or fingered. I would say that these whores all have the potential to be first-rate sex slaves. They will each be tested thoroughly this weekend, but I am optimistic that each will pass the course." 

At that point, Master William asked the men to position themselves behind their slaves, and give them a good, hard fucking from behind, while they all lay over the benches, still secured. Chris, Ron and I eagerly complied. 

I could hear Courtney moan with pain and pleasure as I rammed my dick into her dripping pussy, and my hips slammed against her punished butt. I could feel the welts still raised on her ass, and it further turned me on. After a few minutes, Courtney started to come, her hips thrashing about as my cock drove deep and found her g-spot. Finally, each of the men exploded into orgasm, depositing large loads into our whores. 

As we all dismounted, Master William, who'd been getting sucked off by Slave Shelly, told us that the three well-fucked, well-whipped sluts would remain secured over the benches for a few minutes longer while he went over the rest of the weekend's agenda. 

"Tomorrow, we shall practice bondage techniques in the morning, a session that will involve some deep penetration positions, as you will all experience first-hand. The afternoon will focus on service positions, slave humility and humiliation. The evening will involve punishment techniques, followed by sexual training, followed by more punishment. On Sunday, there shall be a test given to each slave to see if each has passed the course. Those that fail shall receive a final punishment before you are all released to go home."

At that point, the women were released from the spanking benches, and we were all told to retire to our private rooms for the remainder of the evening. Master William advised that the slaves were to report to the dining area at 6:00 a.m. the next morning, while the masters were to report at 8 a.m. 

I wondered what William and Shelly had in store for the slaves between 6 and 8? Probably something more than tea and crumpets, I thought.

I helped my shaky wife up the stairs--she was understandably exhausted after an evening of blo-jobs, whippings and being fucked. When we got into our room, however, she whispered to me that she needed my "big cock inside her," and with that, we fucked again. 

Before I came, I dropped down between her legs and tongued her clit, setting off another huge orgasm. Afterwards, I reinserted my cock inside of her pussy and rode her hard until I finished. Finally, both exhausted, we got under the covers and were soon asleep -- me in my night clothes, and Courtney still completely naked, still locked in her collar and cuffs. It had been quite a first night at the Chateau.