0 comments/ 7105 views/ 0 favorites Complete By: daisylove69 EPILOGUE: "Flowers, tons of them everywhere!" A very small girl was running through the field of flowers, lost in her on little world. She could hear the river from where she sat and cried. She absolutely loved this place. It was her place to go when the hitting and the shouting was too much for a 12 year old to comprehend. Alyssa's life wasn't a fairytale, it was a nightmare. Born to parents who hated her and did everything they could to make her life miserable. The only thing the girl had was this beautiful meadow full of brightly colored flowers. Her house wasn't that far from here so she tried to come everyday. "Why is she crying? Every time she's here she cries." A male voice from the shadow asked. He slowly inched closer to the small girl to get a better look at her. He was far enough away from her to not be seen but close enough to notice the whelps, bruises, and gashes on her arms and legs. "What kind of monster would do that to a poor child, Roderick?" this time a female voice asked. He hadn't noticed that Calla had walked up to where he was. He just shook his head at her not saying a word, but the anger was coming to the surface. He also couldn't believe someone would do that to a child, but he knew that there were people out there who were capable of things like that. "Honey, look she's fallen asleep and she's shivering. The poor thing. I can't believe that no one is looking for her! Where are her parents?!" Calla said looking at her husband. "Calla go home and grab some food for her and a blanket. I'll stay here and keep an eye on her." Roderick spoke softly to Calla, fearing the anger would show through. Calla jumped up and shifted to her gorgeous chocolaty brown furred wolf. "Absolutely beautiful" Roderick thought to himself and then let his mind shift back to the girl. Five minutes passed when he heard the footsteps of his mate. She was carrying a picnic basket and two thick blankets. She patted her mates head when she walked by him and headed for the girl. "Sweetie, sweetie, it's time to wake up" Calla shook the girl slightly to wake her up. The small blonde popped her big beautiful blue eyes open and screamed "Please momma no more! Please STOP!" while tears streamed down her face. Calla grabbed the small child in her arms and started rocking her side to side to calm her down. Soon the tears and the sobbing came to an end and Calla looked down at the girl. "what is your name? My name is Calla." " A-Alyssa ma'am." She stuttered at the strange woman. "Well Alyssa, it is very nice to meet you. Would you like something to eat?" "Do you have enough for me? I'm quite hungry and thirsty too." Alyssa asked shyly. "I have plenty my dear girl. Now, let's see. I have sandwiches, fried chicken, and tuna salad. Which would you like little one?" Calla said as she was pulling the items out of the basket. "Umm... Can I have all of them?" Alyssa once again asked shyly. "Well of course you can little one! Tell me when was the last time you had something to eat?" "I don't remember." Alyssa hung her head low trying to cover the shame in her eyes while she devoured the spread of food in front of her. Calla took her by the chin to look into her eyes. "Who is hurting you little one?" "My parents. They've never liked me. I don't belong there. That's why I'm here." "You're right. You don't belong there. Anyone who would hurt you like that should suffer! Now child I know you don't know me but you need to trust me. Do you trust me?" Calla looked at the big blue eyes with nothing but love. "Yes ma'am, I do." "Ok good. Now as soon as you're finished eating, I'm going to take you somewhere that will help you find a family that will love you the way you should be." With that Alyssa at once felt relief. She had never met someone so kind than this woman sitting here with her. Alyssa now had hope. CHP 1: Six Years Later "I can't believe you're leaving me! Gods you are so lucky Maggie!" exclaimed Alyssa. Maggie was Alyssa's best friend since she had moved to the new school 6 years ago. Now it was their last week together before the girls parted ways to go to college. Maggie was heading to the west coast to UCLA on a track scholarship. Alyssa was stuck here to go to the community college. Not because she didn't have the money or grades to get in anywhere else, it was because of her adopted mom had become very sick the past year and she was Alyssa's everything. Even with her mom angry that she would give up her future to stay in this small town, her mom loved her. "Sis, you know I'm coming back here for holidays! It's not like I'm leaving forever!" Maggie tackled Alyssa on the bed and the girls busted into giggles. "Now onto more serious matters... How are the dreams?" Maggie poked Alyssa. "About the same. I'm still in the middle of that field I ran to when I was little. But something was off about it this time. I was just sitting there, when suddenly a wolf jumps out at me and attacks me! I then hear a man yelling 'you can hurt her but don't kill her! She's the key.' And then I wake up." Alyssa says almost breathlessly, "What the fuck? Key to what?!" "I think you are absolutely going crazy. But either way it's just a dream." Maggie hugs her. "I hope you're right Mags. It just feels so real sometimes." "Ok enough of the bullshit stuff. Let's get down to business. It's our last night together, let's go out & get crazy!" Maggie starts jumping on the bed to emphasize the crazy part. "Hmmm maybe we'll meet some guys while we're out" Alyssa thought to herself. Jumping off the bed Maggie starts emptying out Alyssa's closet to find something to wear that no guy would dare say no to! CHP 2: "Are you sure I look all right?" It had been 2 long ours of getting ready & driving to the club. But Alyssa had a feeling about tonight. Something telling her to turn around and go home. She looked to her friend for reassurance about her outfit: a black micro-skirt, hot pink strapless top, with her black strap stilettos. With her blonde hair down to the middle of her shoulders and her big blue eyes... she was beautiful. "Damn it Alyssa! You look fuckin' HOT! No guy in there is going to be able to pull his jaw off the floor when you walk by!" Yelled Maggie just before they entered the club HAVEN. It was fairly new, and man it was huge! Alyssa looked at the black walls & the dark blue tapestry's that hung on the wall. The girls made their way to the bar to get something to drink. Maggie had just turned the corner when she ran into what felt like a brick wall. "Oh my Gods! I'm so so so sorry! I'm such a klutz!" Maggie yelled at the brick wall of a man. He was easily 6'5''. "It's ok hun. Ya'll ladies having a good time? Can I get ya'll something to drink?" their mystery man asked. "Sure!" the girls said at the same time and of course that brought the giggles back. When the man returned with their drinks, Maggie had made her way to the dance floor. Alyssa stayed back to claim their drinks. "Thank you so much for the drinks...uh um...I don't know you're name" she laughed " I don't know yours either" the man laughed "anyways I'm Ronan." "I'm Alyssa" Ronan's eyes clouded and stared at her in confusion. He stood up from his seat "I gotta go". Alyssa was left with her mouth open..."what the hell did I say? I only said my name!" Maggie came back, grabbing her drink and Alyssa's hand dragging her to the dance floor. CHP 3: After a few drinks and a couple of dances, Alyssa completely forgot about the man who left suddenly. She was now pissed at Maggie. Apparently Maggie has found her a guy and left. "I can't believe she left me! And on top of that she took the car! How am I going to get home?" Walking out of the club she realized she was going to have to walk. IF she ever found a cab she would hail it but right now luck was not on her side. She wasn't that far from her house but she finally realized it was going to be a walk from hell because of her shoes. After a couple of blocks she could fell the blisters coming up. She stopped and leaned against the wall to take them off. "What the hell are you doing walking out here by yourself? Are you crazy?" She looked up to see Ronan in a black sleek sports car. "I, um, my friend left with a guy and took the car." She spoke softly. "Get in." Ronan said as he stepped out of the car. "Um it's ok. I just live a couple of more blocks away. Thanks anyway." She was not about to get in a car with a complete stranger, she was the worst to watch those shows about girls doing that and never being heard from again. That wasn't going to be her. "Fine. Have it your way." He slammed the door and speed off. "I don't think he likes me." She laughed to herself as she watched the car speed off. She continued walking down the road. She past a couple of guys that whistled at her and she picked up her pace. She looked back and could swear she saw red flash across one of the guys faces. Now she was scared. She started running. "Only a couple of more blocks and I'll be home!" she thought. She turned back around and only saw 2 of the guys there. She turned back around and was grabbed by two strong hands around her neck. "Now now pretty one. We've been watching you for awhile now. Just where do you think you're going?" There it was again! The flash of red in his eyes. "That VOICE! It's the one from my dreams" feeling the hand tighten even more she tried speaking "please let me go. Here's my purse, just let me go! You're hurting me!" she tried to yell but the hold on her neck started to get tighter. "Oh my pretty one. I don't want your money, silly girl. I have more important things in store for you." CHP 4 She was thrown against the wall. She could feel the pain as her head made contact but she didn't lose consciousness. She slid down the wall to the nasty dirty ground. "Please don't hurt me." Alyssa said meekly. The men laughed at her, one kicked her hard in the ribs while she was trying to curl to the fetal position. She screamed from the pain. She could feel the ribs breaking from the contact of his foot. This made the men laugh at her again. "Oh now pretty one. We only want to play with you for awhile. Then you must go with us." "I'm not going anywhere with you!" She yelled. Tying to get back on her feet only to have them kicked out from under her. "Look you little BITCH! After I'm through with you you are going to be begging for me to bring you back with us. I just hate to tell you that what I'm about to do you....well let's just say it ain't gonna be pretty and I like it rough." He said with a deep evil laugh. Alyssa was lifted off the ground by her hair. She was kicking and screaming. She was slammed against the wall again but this time she didn't fall down. The hand was around her throat again, cutting off her oxygen. She could hear fabric tearing and bones crunching. She opened her eyes to see that the man with the red eyes was no longer there. But in his place it was a.....WOLF! She tried to scream but one of the other men had her on the ground with his cock in her face. "Open that mouth of yours bitch! You bite it you're going to wish you were dead!" he sad coldly. She tried to move her head away but felt his fingers clamp her nose close. She was running out of air. She parted her lips to breath. That gave him the opportunity to shove his cock in her mouth. "Suck it bitch! If you only knew what they have in store for you! HAHAHA" Tears started falling as the guy continued to rape her mouth. She felt hands sliding along her legs. She started kicking but stopped with another quick kick to her ribs. The pain was nauseating. She could feel her jeans being ripped apart. She tried to see what was happening but the assault on her mouth continued. Suddenly the cock pulled away from her & she was flipped onto her stomach. She could hardly breath with the weight of one of the men on top of her. With no mercy she felt the cock driving into her. Tearing past the last of the innocence she had left. She opened her eyes and was about to scream but that scream just formed a lump in her throat as she saw the wolf shift back to the man with the red eyes. The man on top of her grabbed her hair yanking her head up as he was pounding into her tight wet pussy. Tears streaked down her dirty and bloody face. The man with the red eyes pulled the other guy off of her. She was wrecked. Blood covered her body, no telling how many bones were broken, and she was naked. "Now slut. Are you going to come with us?" "NO!" she tried to scream but her voice was hoarse from all the screaming before. He raised his hand to hit her but was stopped. "What the hell..." red eyes started to say but was cut off. Before the blackness over took her she looked up to see Ronan kill the last of the 3 guys. Then she went into the blackness. Complete At Last Copyright 2007 by madengineer3 Although very happy now, my love life has been a bit on the complicated side. I'm not a "party animal" and don't have any severe "kinks" to speak of. But....... My name is Thomas Moore. Things were pretty normal for me up until I was in grad school. I worked hard to get my master's in electrical engineering. (My parents had wanted me to go into medicine since both of them were doctors. However; like my older brother, who is an attorney, I didn't carry on the family tradition. ) I had little time for dating since I was trying to complete my work as rapidly as I could. On top of that I am one of those people who become all but petrified in the presence of a beautiful member of the opposite sex. One of my fellow grad students was named Amber. She was a lovely girl. She, to me, was pleasingly plump. I suspected, at the time, that her weight and her work load kept her from actively dating as well. Things started out in a simple way. She was better at math than I was. I was having trouble with tensor analysis and she was having trouble with non-linear electromagnetic theory. As a result we started to study together two or three times a week. The more we got to know each other the more we found out that we liked each other. I found that I could communicate with her on a personal level as well. In time we realized that we were in love with each other. We both graduated at the same time and had taken jobs in the same company, but in different departments. We saw each other at lunch and usually ate dinner together. It is easier and less expensive to cook for two than it is for two individual people to each cook for one person. To understand what follows you need to know something about me and my upbringing. As children my parents were very clear to us that intercourse before marriage was not done in our family. We Moores were to live up to the family's standards, not the standards of the world we lived in. With that upbringing and my understanding of the Holy Scriptures I knew that, hard as it might be, I would not "go all the way" with a girl before marrying her. Don't laugh, there are a lot of us who follow this path. Anyway, back to the story. Normally finding out that you are in love is a wonderful thing. However, it was obvious that something was seriously bothering Amber. The problem came to a head in the November/December time period of our first year of work. We both had been working very hard at being good employees. Both of us had strong work ethics and one's future with their employer can be greatly influenced by the employer's early on opinions of the worker. Amber and I had been dating each other for as long as we had been working. Our dating involved some moderate petting, but nothing that required removing our clothes. We really did have a solid relationship. I had asked Amber if she was planning to go to her parent's home for Thanksgiving. She emphatically said "No!. My parents disowned me." but she wouldn't elaborate. As a result I had invited Amber to join me for Thanksgiving at my parent's home. As a family we always had a large family Thanksgiving get together. My folks had a good sized home and they were glad to be able to give one of the guest rooms to Amber. We had a wonderful time! My parents loved Amber and she loved them and was told that the door was always open for her to visit. Amber and I had been seriously dating for several months. We both had learned that we really loved each other. I had guessed at her ring size and, without her knowledge, I purchased an engagement ring. It wasn't massive. It was a simple diamond solitaire set in a simple gold mounting. On Christmas Eve we were out for the winter shutdown of our company. Amber and I were headed for my parents house. On the way we stopped for dinner. When we got back to the car, but before leaving the parking lot, I popped the question and offered her the engagement ring. She broke down crying and the tears were obviously not tears of joy. "Have I said, or done, something wrong Amber?" She was still crying but managed to get out a tearful "No" and said that she had been afraid that this would happen. I asked her, "Why would you be afraid?" "Because I have been keeping a secret from everybody for the last seven years. Nobody but my parents know it and it is why I am not welcome to visit them or go to their home. Now, I'm going to have to either say no to your proposal or tell you the secret. Doing either of those things will all but kill me." "It can't be that bad, Amber. Love covers and makes up for a lot of things. I will tell you now that there is almost nothing you could tell me that would make me turn my back on you." "But, this would force you to leave me. I can't stand the pain of loosing you." "Trust me. I love you! I want the best for you. Please tell me the problem." She moved over closer to me and hugged me to her. She said that only holding on to me would give her the strength to tell me. I kissed her and told her I would not interrupt her. "For as long as I can remember I have had a problem. I kept it as a secret from my parents until I got my bachelor's degree. I then tried to explain the problem to them and they kicked me out of the house. The problem is this, In my mind and heart I have always been a girl, but my physical body was that of a boy. I'm a transsexual but can't yet afford the surgery to correct my body so that it is the right gender." I was silent. "You aren't going to want me to go home with you now that you know the truth, are you? Are you able to pretend that we have no feelings for each other? If so, please drive me back to my apartment." "Amber, I love you. Just because there is a 'packaging error' doesn't change who you are. I still want to marry you, but want you to have the needed surgery first so that we can physically show our love for each other. Can you accept that?" She all but crushed me with the hug and kisses. "Thank you Tom. You have no idea how much that means to me. I will accept your offer of marriage but I know that I am going to have to save up about twenty thousand dollars for the surgery. It's expensive if you have it done by a good surgeon." "Amber, trust me on this. I may have an surprise present for you for Christmas. I think it will be better than the wrapped up gift in my suitcase. Let's get home." Amber wanted me to tell her about the surprise, but I couldn't until I checked some things. The rest of the trip home was uneventful. We brought our luggage in, put it in our rooms and went down stairs. I asked Amber to wait in the living room because I needed to talk to my parents. "Dad and Mom could I talk to you in the den? I need to ask you for a big favor and then share some joy with you." Mom, dad, and I moved into the den and I locked the door. "When you lock the door, son, it indicates that this is both important and very private. Am I correct?" "Yes, dad." "Well you have the floor." "First of all I've asked Amber to marry me." The next few moments were filled with hugs and tears from my mom. "Dad, I need to ask you for a massive favor. I have a friend with a desperate need for your specialty, would you volunteer your services for either free or at a greatly reduced charge? I'm asking this in all seriousness." There was a pause for a moment. "Yes, son, for you I would do that. There would still be charges for the hospital and anesthesiologist. Of course the anesthesiologist will probably offer her services for free as well, won't you dear?" My mom said yes. "Thank you very much. Let me go get Amber." Moments later I returned with Amber.. "Mom and Dad, Amber doesn't know your line of work. She knows that you are both doctors, but that is the extent of it. Let me formally introduce you to her. Amber, this is Dr Frank Moore, M.D. he is the surgeon who is responsible for developing the currently used surgery for sex reassignment. My mother, Dr Loretta Moore, M.D. is an anesthesiologist. I have just asked if they would be willing to do your surgery for you. I can assure them that you have lived as a woman for several years. In fact, I didn't know of the need for this work until earlier this evening." Amber started sobbing and hugged my dad. The next half hour or so was an emotional roller coaster. At one time, or another, every one of us was in tears. When the dust settled it was agreed that Amber's surgery would be set for February, if she could get a leave of absence for a medical emergency. It was also agreed that after she left the hospital she would recuperate at my parent's home and that my older brother, an attorney, would handle all the paperwork to get her birth certificate, driver's license and such adjusted to her new physical reality. The rest of our Christmas break was very enjoyable. Both Amber and I asked for a months unpaid leave from work. We explained (to our respective bosses) that Amber, who was going to be my wife, had a congenital malformation that needed extensive surgical repair. We told no one at work the nature of the malformation. The recovery was very painful, but the results were incredible. It would be at least two to four months before we could have intercourse, but as soon as the surgery was done and my brother did his legal work, Amber and I were married. It was a small friends and family only wedding. Amber, for the first time in her life felt complete peace about who and what she was. It has now been three years since the surgery. We are planning to eventually adopt two young children, a boy and a girl. To our acquaintances we are just a normal happy family. Between Amber and I we have developed a love that appears to be unshakable. Complete Control The Story of an Actual Bondage Experience It's late at night and we are in bed talking about our latest sexual activities. It's early in our relationship and we are still discovering each other's preferences. We talk about how I like my nipples sucked. I tell him that I like pretty severe sucking, to the point of using teeth to pull and nibble on them, and that he is the first person who has ever been able to understand how good it feels to have them stimulated so strongly. He responds maybe that's because most men believe that would hurt instead of please the woman, and I respond with, "Maybe that's true, but sometimes pain can be a good thing." He mulls that over, and I can't actually believe I just put it that bluntly, but we both kind of ignore the significance of the statement and go on to other things. We eventually get into another discussion where the "B" word finally comes up, and we both admit to each other that we have fantasized about bondage. We talk about experimenting, and the next couple of weeks are filled with conversations and anticipation about our impending journey into bondage. We decide that I am to be the submissive. I don't have much in the way of dominant tendencies -- I have always been submissive in my bondage fantasies. Even though he is interested in both the dominant and submissive roles, I am clearly more the submissive. We decide this will be the weekend for our bondage experiment. He goes to work on Friday leaving me the whole day to wonder and worry about what the evening will hold for me. I know he has acquired the toys and torture tools he plans on using, and they must be around the house somewhere by this time, but he has been adamant that he doesn't want me knowing what his plans for me are, and I agree with his rationale. I've been careful over the past few days not to look for the toys or even come across them by mistake for fear of ruining his plans. He has always been the gentlest and sweetest person to me, but while talking about my submission to him and how he plans to dominate me, he has actually begun to be quite the disciplinarian. He has already promised me punishments for certain "transgressions" I've committed. His promise to "mess with" my tits is particularly intriguing. I don't know what he has in mind for the punishments, but while part of me is looking forward to it, the other part of me is a bit fearful, and I want to avoid adding reasons for punishment to his list. Evening finally comes and we return from work, but he is in a bad mood and has had a bad day. We have dinner, but he then tells me he's too tired for our bondage games tonight and wants to go to bed. I cannot believe he is saying that -- surely he must be joking. Is this more of his mind domination, or is he really serious? Evidently he is serious because he gets up and heads toward the bedroom, and I just want to cry. I follow him into the bedroom, all the while trying to figure out what I have done wrong to make him decide to forgo our bondage session. Luckily, after about 10 minutes in bed, he tells me he's now ready to test out tying me up. My heart begins to race again. I wonder if I will be sorry for hoping he would change his mind. He tells me to follow him to the living room, which I do. He then tells me to strip. I stand in the corner of the room undressing and leave my clothes on the floor beside me. Now I'm completely naked (in more ways than one?). He has moved to the fireplace and is retrieving a toolbox that was behind a chair there. He has opened up the toolbox and is taking things out, and I am too anxious to even notice what everything is. He tells me to come closer, which I do, and I attempt to smile at him, but he is totally focused on this really long piece of rope that he wants to use on me. He tells me to put my arms in the air and he starts to wind the rope around my chest, underneath my tits. As he winds the rope around and around, I can hear a "whish" as it moves through the air, and he is tightly winding around my chest two or three times and then moves to the top of my tits, winding it around the top a number of times too. The rope is nylon and I am extremely turned on by the feel of the tight bondage and the sound of the rope moving around my body. He then takes the ends of the rope and cinches them around the loops in between my tits, then directs them over my shoulders, tying the ends to the loops behind my back. He then cinches the bottom rope and top rope together on the outer sides of my tits, forcing my tits even closer together and making them incredibly sensitive to the touch. As he turns me around to check the back, I catch a glance of myself in the mirror and can see that the rope is forcing my tits to protrude, making my already large tits seem even larger, and they are already swelling from the bondage. I am excited by how he has forced my tits to take the shape that he wants, ready to be used and tortured at his will. He locks leather cuffs on my wrists with tiny padlocks. He then tells me to put my hands behind my back, which I, of course, do. He secures my wrists cuffs together and tells me to kneel. He then informs me of my safewords: "yellow" to mean he should ease up on whatever he's doing at that moment, and "red" to mean everything should stop. I let him know I understand the safewords, but I force from my mind the thought that I might actually use them. He then goes about tying my elbows together with another length of rope. My elbows are having a hard time meeting, and that takes him a while to work on, but the constant "whish"ing of the rope as he's manipulating my arms and the feeling of the rope itself keeps my excitement level elevated. After tying my elbows close together, he tells me to lie on the floor, face down. I try to do that, but with my hands and elbows tied behind my back, I have no way to brace myself, and I am having difficulty lying down. He decides to expedite the process, grabs the ropes wrapped around my chest behind my back, and pushes me forward. But, because I don't know he's got ahold of me and intends to keep me from falling, I initially resist his efforts to lower me down because I still feel like I'll fall. He releases his grip at about the same time I end my resistance to his pushing, and I end up falling straight onto the floor. He tells me he had meant to keep that from happening, but I actually like that he was so forceful and I was so helpless. Suddenly he starts to chastise me for one of my most recent "transgressions" and starts to spank my ass as punishment. Everything up to this point has felt more like preparation, but suddenly he is seriously treating me as his sub and I am immediately incredibly humiliated. I turn to look at him, but he is continuing his spanking, with his bare hand, and will not catch my glance. I am so embarrassed that I try to put my head under my arm to hide my face, but my arm is, of course, tied behind my back. So I settle for my shoulder. Then suddenly it's not his hand that is spanking me, but there is this "whoosh" and a much harder thwat on my ass. I turn to see what it is, and I see a cat-o-nine-tails. Now the humiliation is increased tenfold, and there is a rising level of pain as I wonder if I can bear the embarrassment of him continuing to flog my ass. He continues for a while, moving between my ass and upper thighs, and I can feel the heat rush to my ass and legs as they turn red from the flogging. I wonder if he knows that he is fulfilling one of my deepest and most humiliating fantasies. I have always wanted serious ass spankings, and as painful and humiliating as it is, I am enjoying every single painful moment. The spanking and flogging don't last too long, and he has now decided to hog-tie me. He is using more rope to tie my ankles together and then fold them up to my ass and tie them to the rope between my elbows. I really like the way this feels when he completes the hog-tie -- I am totally immobilized and at his mercy. I am really feeling more and more submissive to him by the minute. Unfortunately the elbow ropes soon begin to cut off circulation in my arms, so he unties them and releases me from the hog-tie. I am saddened by this, but little do I know what else he has in store for me. He frees my wrists and ankles, but keeps the cuffs on my wrists. He tells me to move over to the door to his office, adjacent to the living room. He steps away and comes back with a hook that he places over the rim of the door before closing the door. He tells me to stand with my back against the door, facing the living room, with my arms over my head. I do so and he quickly ties my wrist cuffs to the hook so that my arms are now secured near the top of the door. As he does this, I feel my tits jut out even more, and there is no way for me to prevent my huge swollen tits, the size of which has always embarrassed me, from sticking straight out into the air. He then ties my ankles together once more. Then he blindfolds me. Now I am increasingly apprehensive and entirely at his mercy. He moves away for a moment and it sounds like he's going back to the toolbox. I cannot see a thing and can only wonder what he's planning next. He doesn't make me wait too long, and he is back in front of me, touching my tits. His hands move toward my nipples. The bondage has made them even more sensitive, and I am really enjoying his touch. Suddenly though, he clamps something onto each nipple and the pain is unbelievable. It feels like they are on fire, and the pain is radiating throughout my nipples. Just as it begins to subside a bit, the pain intensifies. "Are you tightening them?" I ask, and he just chuckles. I later realize he's chuckling because he found it amusing that I had no idea what he had used to torture my nipples or what was causing the additional pain. He was using wooden clothespins on my nipples. What made the pain increase was the fact that a string was tied between the clothespins and he was pulling on the string. I then hear what sounds like a chair or something being placed in front of me. I wonder what he could be doing with the chair. He tells me to stand up on my tip-toes as high as I can, which I do, and after a second or two I feel a stronger tugging at my nipples. He has attached a second string to the string between the clothespins and has pulled it toward the ceiling where he uses a strong rubber band to attach it to the ceiling with a push-pin. The string and the rubber band keep a constant tension on the clothespins and make them tug relentlessly at my nipples. He plucks at the string and it makes the clothespins jump, causing them to pull my nipples back and forth. I can't tell what is happening, but it feels like my nipples are vibrating and being painfully pulled at the same time. Due to the blindfold, I'm not aware of how he's arranged this tug on my nipples. I'm still up on my tip-toes, but the intensity of the pain is overwhelming. The pain distracts me from his instructions to stand up on my toes, and I begin to drop my heels -- when I do, the pain increases 100-fold, it seems. I yelp and rise back up on my tip-toes as high as I can. I ask him what's causing this, but he just let's me suffer. He responds that maybe I should try to stay up on my toes. I try to focus on what's happening and to understand what he means, but it takes a few moments, perhaps minutes, before the pain subsides enough for me to understand what he has done to me. He has attached my nipples to the ceiling with the string and rubber band so that if I stay on my toes, the tension on the clothespins is only moderate, but if I drop my heels, the tension is heightened and the pain increases. Since I'm blindfolded, I still don't know just how he's done it, but I do know the pain drastically increases if I drop my heels toward the floor. This is a difficult spot to be in, and I wonder how long my legs can hold out. As if I'm not in enough pain at this point, he decides that now is the time for some further punishment. He takes the cat and starts flogging me again. He starts lightly on my thighs, and the strokes quickly get stronger and harder, moving quickly over my body. I am in such incredible pain, and I can hardly believe he is actually doing this to me. And, the clothespins are still relentlessly tugging on my nipples. Once in a while, he plucks at the string. He then steps away for a moment. When he returns, I strain to hear any clue as to what will happen next. I don't have to wait too long. He has retrieved a riding crop and begins applying it to my abdomen and thighs. It stings! I wonder what is causing such a new and different pain, and I ask him what this latest tool of torture is, but he refuses to answer and scolds me for talking so much. He even crops the undersides of my tits, and they are so tightly bound and tortured from the clothespins that every stroke takes my breath away and I can hardly catch my breath between strokes. I ask him if my tits and body are red and marked from the cat and the crop, and he tells me they are, and I am proud to know that he has marked me with these painful blows. He sits down on the floor in front of me and continues applying the crop, concentrating on my poor titties. He finally stops the flogging and cropping. But soon there is a sensation of pins and needles running across my thighs, stomach and ultimately my tits. I once again do not know what's causing this new painful sensation, but later learn he's using a pinwheel on me. As it gets to my tits I again cannot refrain from moaning and panting from the combination of excitement and pain. And then there are more clothespins clamped on my breasts so that it is now impossible to tell where the pain is coming from because it is coming from everywhere. Throughout the activities I have been a bit talkative, asking questions about what he is doing to me, since I am blindfolded. He has begun to tire of my questions and decides that it is time to test out a gag. This is something I had told him frightened me, yet by this point I am looking forward to it because I want him to forcibly stop my chattering so that I will not be bothering him. It is at this point I realize that he has truly "Mastered" me, and that my needs and fears have become secondary in my mind to pleasing him. I want to be able to withstand all of his torture and pain because I want him to be proud of me, and more importantly I want him not only to be my Dom, but also the Master of my body. I want him to feel that he can do anything he wants with me and my body and know that I will please him. I think he is a bit surprised that I do not object to the gag, and he goes to get a rubber ball gag. He comes back and places a small item in one of my hands. He explains that with the gag in place, I'll be unable to use the safeword, so if I need to say the safeword while gagged, I can give the safeword signal by dropping the item he put in my hand. I agree. Then he puts the gag in my mouth. It tastes horrible, but that bothers me less than the fact that it forces my mouth extremely wide open, while filling it up so much that I cannot even think about uttering a word. I am quite a talker, and this inability to speak proves very difficult for me. But I am happy that it prevents me from talking and bothering him. He continues torturing me with the cat, the crop, and the pinwheel. I am still on my tip-toes and my legs are tiring. My heels begin to drop, but the instant pulling on my nipples forces me right back up, and I can't even yell because of the gag. At one point he starts asking me questions, which I obviously cannot answer, but when I don't answer he starts flogging me harder and harder for my failure to respond, and I am panting and choking on the ball in my mouth. Finally he removes the gag because he can tell it is too much. This particular gag is really too big for me, and its narrow leather strap cuts into the corners of my mouth. I feel a clear sense of failure, though I know it is not my fault, but I want to remain gagged because I know it pleased him so much. He promises me that next time he'll have the problem fixed and that I'll remain gagged far longer. He removes the "safeword thing" from my hand. Eventually my legs start to shake from fatigue since I have been on my toes now for a very long time. He asks me if I am tiring and I hesitate to say I am. I promised myself two things when we decided to enter into the world of bondage -- one was that I wouldn't use the safeword unless I feared real bodily harm was imminent, and the other was that I was not going to be one of those subs who tops from the bottom. I do not want to tell him I am tiring because I do not want him to release me until he wants to. I want him to be in complete control. Finally, when my legs have reached the point where they are shaking almost incessantly from fatigue, he releases me from the ceiling and takes the clothespins off my breasts. I had read that removing the clothespins from the nipples hurts tremendously, but am still surprised at how much it hurts. He gently massages my nipples a bit and then releases my arms and legs from their restraints and removes the blindfold. He tells me that I should use this opportunity to take a bathroom break. I tell him I do not need to go, but he strongly urges me to take advantage of the offer because I will not be given another break for awhile. [BREAK] I head off to the bathroom, and immediately sink onto the toilet from physical and emotional fatigue. I take a couple of minutes to regain my resolve and strength and am amazed at how he knew better than I how badly I needed this break. As I turn to leave the bathroom I take a look at myself in the mirror. My tits are so tightly bound and red from the floggings, and my nipples swollen and dark from the clothespins and torment. There are red marks on my thighs and stomach from the floggings as well, and my face is flushed from the excitement. I am happy with the way I look in bondage and enjoy knowing he has made me this way. I feel incredibly free and liberated by my submission, and I return to give myself over again to his will. When I return to the living room, he gives me a cup of water to drink from. After I've sipped a bit of water, he tells me he intends to put me through some outdoor bondage on his front porch. While it is already past midnight, I am totally scared of being seen or discovered in a state of naked bondage, but I follow his command because I no longer even care to question it. His house is on a cul-de-sac in a very quiet neighborhood, and he's told me previously that his immediate neighbors are early-nighters, but if a car were to turn onto the street or a neighbor were to look outside, I am convinced they could see everything. Still, I am also excited by the prospect of being naked and tied out in the open. He leads me out to the front porch. A streetlight offers us enough light to see what we're doing, but not enough to make us obvious to a casual observer. He tells me to sit in one of the lounge chairs and secures my wrist cuffs together behind the back of the chair. He then ties my ankles to the sides of the chair legs so that my legs are spread open. He doesn't blindfolded me at this point, and I think this is so I fully realize that I'm naked, tied, and helpless out in the open, and that it might be possible for someone to see me should they step out of their house or drive down the street. He then goes back into the house and leaves me out there naked and bound to the chair on his front porch. It seems like a lifetime that I am out there alone (he later tells me it was only a couple of minutes), and I can hear every little sound. I hear cars passing on the next street, and my heart jumps each time because I think they might be coming this way. I want him back desperately, but I'm afraid to call for him because the neighbors might hear. Complete Control It was the end of my senior year in college. It was time to pack my things and head back home to Pennsylvania. It has been four years since I've seen my sister Clarissa. A couple of years ago my parents passed away and left Clarissa their large colonial home in the middle of nowhere. I didn't have any desire to go back to my hometown but I missed my sister and didn't have a set plan in mind of where I wanted to restart my life yet. Clarissa agreed to let me come stay with her for a while. Clarissa never went to college; she had too many bad experiences in High School that made her have no desire to further her schooling. She has everything going for her she's beautiful. Long Blonde shiny hair, a great full figure and the most beautiful blue eyes you have ever seen. Unlike my sister I am very petite, light brown hair and brown eyes. However, her looks compared to mine have given us two different lifestyles. Clarissa was always picked on in school and treated with no respect especially by men. I have always been respected and have been liked for more than just how I look. As a result I had more friends, more men that liked me for me and more confidence in myself. Clarissa has been used several times by the boys in school. I would hear people talking in the hall of what a great piece of ass she was and how that is all she is good for. Girls in the halls calling her a slut and other boys waiting for their turn to lie to her and get her into bed. Clarissa is all grown up now and living in our hometown in PA off of our parents inheritance money and in the house we grew up in. I feel kind of bad for her because she never did much with her life. She is now 26 years old and still single. I wondered often what she did with her time. It was Friday Morning, June 28, 2000 my last day here at Monmouth College and Clarissa sent the Chauffer to come and give me a ride home. Late that Friday afternoon I arrived at our home in PA. There was no one around for miles, the nearest store was 28 miles away and the silence was killing me already. I am not used to this kind of life anymore and I knew I wasn't going to like it much. I proceeded to walk up to the front door and there was Clarissa waiting for me with a big smile. "Hi Sandra, how is my little sister? I haven't seen you in so long." She gave me a big hug, congratulated me on graduating and instructed the chauffer to bring my bags up to my room. Clarissa tip the chauffer $200.00 for driving me home and sent him away. There was a faint sound coming from the basement that sounded like an alarm. Clarissa told me to go up in my room and make myself comfortable "There is something I have to take care of right now Clarissa exclaimed." She was acting kind of strange but then I haven't seen her in a while and maybe I was just being paranoid. I went upstairs to my bedroom where I grew up as a child and it felt so strange to be there again. I sat down on my bed and looked around a bit and then remembered the air duct under my bed that enabled me to hear everything going on throughout the house. Many times I was able to hear Mom and Dad having sex. I often played with myself listening to them moaning and screaming. The thought gave me a twinge and I began to feel flushed. Through the air duct I heard "BE A GOOD BOY! that's right make Clarissa cum for you. You want to taste my cum? Hmmm?" OHHOOOOOO! I heard a man moan. WAS I hearing things, what was she doing down there? I knelt down on the floor trying not to make any noise so I could hear more of what was going on. OOH HO HO MMMMMMMM! OH Please I heard the man cry. What was she doing to him? After lying there a few minutes listening to this man cry several times and plead with my sister. There was silence. I continued to listen but heard nothing. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING SANDRA?" Startled I turned to see my sister standing over me with an intense look on her face. What are u doing, hmm?" Are you eavesdropping on me sis? By the look on my face she could tell I heard everything and she demanded that I get up off the floor. There will be no Violation of my privacy in my house, What I do in my home is nobody's business but since you made it your business I might as well make you a part of it. Get up off the floor now and follow me. But Clarissa I exclaimed! What is..? SHHHH! Come with me and I will show you. Clarissa. As we came closer to the bottom of the basement stairs I heard faint sounds of weeping coming from behind the door at the far end of the room. Hello, Who do we have here? A beautiful girl came out from the darkness named Melony, She was very sexy. "This is my little sister Clarissa explained to Melony." "She was eavesdropping on me" MmHMM so what are we going to do about it Melony asked with a mischievous look in her eye. First we will explain to her what is going on around here and then we will punish her for her actions. You see sis, Melony and I are tired of being used by men, they think we are only good for one thing and we are going to punish them for their actions. Melony and I went out last weekend to the center of town and picked up these guys whom we both have in common. They took us to bed and then went on with their lives like we didn't exist anymore. We made them think we were taking them home for a little fun but that was only half true. The only one having any fun is Me and Melony. Clarissa opened the door to expose the two men strapped to two reclining chairs. Both of them lye there with tears in their eyes and I looked down to notice their cocks were extremely swollen and sticking straight up just aching to be touched. They were both breathing heavy. Melony tell her what we have been doing to them, Clarissa ordered. Well Melony explained "For the past seven days we have brought both of these men to the brink of orgasm several times but never followed through. They are being tortured for the way they treated us." Then she whispered to me. "We intend to make them suffer for a very long time only they will never know at all if we are ever going to make them cum" This here is Tony and this is George. She pulled the gag out of Tony's mouth. Hello Baby, she smiled at Tony as she reached down and began to tug on his swollen cock. As she jerked on his cock she smiled and said "You want me to make this cock explode don't you?" Tony weeped as she bent over to suck on the tip of his cock. MMMHMM OH OH OH Please make me cum Tony Cried!. I don't think you deserve to cum yet, you have been a really bad boy. NOW! For your punishment Sandra! Clarissa grabbed me and Melony began to rip my pants off. WHAT are you doing!? I yelled. Clarissa what are you going to do? Clarissa just smiled. They had my clothes completely off now and Proceeded to put leather straps around my legs arms and waist. They sat me in this harness and began to raise me towards the ceiling right above Tony's face. You want to taste that pussy Tony? HMMM? Tony nodded and pleaded with Clarissa and Melony. Melony began to lower me towards Tony's mouth and he stuck out his tongue to reach my hole. Melony lowered me just enough for Tony to have a taste for a few seconds and then raised me up again beyond his reach. OH GOD! Tony yelled. She lowered me back down within Tony's reach and he sucked on my moist hole like a starving animal. I could feel myself getting wet and my pussy began to drip into Tony's mouth. My pussy began to tingle and I was starting to like the feeling of his lips wrapped around my clit and his tongue invading the entrance of my hole. THAT's enough now! Melanie shouted! Melanie pushed me forward right above Tony's aching cock and began to lower me down towards his hard erection. "Now Sandra Tony's cock has been aching all week and is swollen to an enormous size as you can see. I hope you can handle it as I release this animal on you." No I cried, Please I'm I'm Your what! Melanie said firmly. I'm still a virgin. A virgin huh? Well Not for long, Melony spoke to Tony. Here is what you have been waiting for all week baby. You want to insert that fat cock in this tight virgin hole? Hmmm? Would you like that? Oh YES! Oh Yes Tony Yelled. Melanie then lowered me onto his cock. Giving Tony the ok to thrust his cock inside me. I began to feel pressure on my entrance and Tony continued to poke at my moist hole with his cock but his hands were all tied up not enabling him to work his cock inside me. Clarissa then walked over. "Need some help?" as she wrapped her hand around his cock. Tony squirmed and moaned as she jerked him off a little and then proceeded to push the head of his swollen mushroom inside me. I cried as I felt him push through. NO Clarissa! I cried. "HE IS IN!" Clarissa Exclaimed to Melanie. OH YEH! I heard Tony Yell. "Oh you like that pussy Melanie chuckled. He began to push his way through like a mad man, screaming louder than I was as he was able to get his cock all the way up inside me. Melony was caressing George's cock as she ordered him to watch Tony fuck me. I felt my insides being violated but then realized how good his dripping cock felt inside me. I began to relax and just let it happen, enjoying every moment of his hard cock enter my body. I heard George Moaning in the background as he yelled out to Melanie begging her to make him cum. OH GOD! OH Please Make ME CUM! NO! I looked over to see Clarissa rocking his cock back and forth with a firm grip. She smiled at him. I noticed his cock was red at the tip and dripping with his cum. His veins began to swell even more as she took her two fingers and slid them up and down his cock. Tony continued to thrust his cock inside me and I felt his cock start to swell. Melanie noticed the look on his face and bent over once again to lick his balls and tease him with her tongue. Tony weeped and pleaded and Melanie new he was about to cum. She then abruptly pulled me off of his cock and turned to look at George. I think we ought to give George a turn now. What do you think Melanie? Clarissa said. HMMM do you think he deserves it? Tony pleaded with her not to stop because his cock was once again on the edge of orgasm. They just smiled at Tony and swung me over and above the recliner that George was lying on. George's cock seemed worse than Tony's, you can tell he has been tortured and teased for an awful long time. We don't give these guys a break at all Melanie said. We have been making sure these cocks stay hard and swollen constantly. During the day Clarissa works on them and at night I take my shift. If Clarissa or I can't be here then we apply this artificial life like pussy to there cocks and every so often it will work their cocks few a minute and then stop. Clarissa began to yell at Tony still weeping in the background. Your not being a good boy and she went over and put a firm grip on his cock. She looked into his eyes. You are not being a bad boy again are you? I don't know if we can ever give this cock any relief now. OH PLEASSSE! TONY CRIED. Please don't do this. I can't take it anymore. Melanie looked at George; you want to have your turn inside this pussy hmmm? Melanie then lowered me onto George's swollen cock. AHHHHHH! George screamed loudly and begged and pleaded with Melanie to please let him cum as he thrusted his cock inside me as fast as he could. George fucked me with all his might and I felt my pussy clamping down on him. Melanie then yelled over to Clarissa.. SHE's going to CUM! DON't let the bitch cum. She is being punished also. Ok Clarissa said. Lets take a break for now. They are at the point where the slightest touch will set them off. Clarissa then ordered Melanie to take me upstairs and give me a shower. Clarissa gave the guys something to eat and told them she would be back later. They wept and pleaded with her to help them out but Clarissa refused. Melissa walked me upstairs and into the bathroom. She began to caress my ass as she walked along side me. Melissa closed the bathroom door and locked it. She leaned me up against the wall and began to touch clit that was so sensitive and massage my breast with her other hand. I've never been with a girl before I was feeling very vulnerable at this time . ARE YOU going to be a good girl? SHE asked firmly as she slowly bent down to kiss my stomach. I looked at her with a surprised look on my face as the excitement rushed through me. Melanie ordered me to sit on the edge of the Bathtub. She then slowly spread my legs wide and worked her tongue up and down my lips and clit. With each lick I felt my pussy contracting and getting wetter by the second. I knew at any moment I would release all my fluids into her mouth. I was about to squirt in a girls mouth but I didn't care. It felt so good. Melanie looked up at me and ordered me to cum in her mouth. C'MON Cum in my mouth you little bitch! I began to tremble all over and released several streams of cum all over her face and in her mouth. I just kept squirting and thought I would never stop. Now you will continue to be a good girl and keep this between you and me wont you? Melanie exclaimed. I looked at her and nodded. NO more eavesdropping either. I nodded again. Later on that night all was quiet. I lye in my bed still thinking I was dreaming about what went on earlier. I Heard noises coming from the basement again. I knew Clarissa was asleep and so was Melanie. Then I remembered how Melanie and Clarissa said they had something set up to wake the guys up and tease them all night long. I felt so bad for them. Knowing what it feels like to want to cum so bad and can't. Being trapped in that college dorm for four years and living the straight and narrow life I did. There wasn't much satisfaction for me. I didn't care if Melanie or Clarissa would punish me again. I kind of liked their punishment. I quietly snuck out of the room and down to the basement and watch what was going on. The boys were lying there weeping again as this artificial vagina fucked and squeezed their cocks. They cried and they moaned as these artificial vaginas had sensors on them. If they felt their cocks expand at all they would stop for 5 minutes. I could see the intense look on George's and Tony's face and the intensity of the cum they were about to have and saw the look on their face when the sensors stopped them from Cumming. I decided to take it a step further not caring about the consequences. I walked over to Tony and George strapped in the seats next to each other. I took their cocks in each hand and removed the artificial vaginas from them. Wouldn't you rather have the real thing? I said as I began to stroke both of them, OHH yeh, Oh yes please they cried. Their cocks felt so good in my hand. I began to take turns sucking on each of their swollen heads as I looked at them with a look that told them I wanted to help them out. There cocks were so hard and I couldn't pass up the chance to feel them inside me before I gave them the relief they have been waiting for. I climbed up on top of Tony and began to insert his cock inside me. I stuck my hard nipples in his mouth for him to nurse on. Tony cried and moaned as I straddled his cock. I reached over to jerk on George so he didn't feel left out taking his hand and placing it on my tits. Tony's cock began to expand inside me and as much as I would have liked to feel his enormous load emptied inside me I had to stop because I had no protection. I then took a turn on George's cock fucking him and rubbing his swollen head on my clit. Do you want my cum all over your cock George, hmmm? Is that what you want? I looked at him as my eyes rolled in the back of my head. My pussy started to tremble all over his cock and the cum raced out of me, dripping down the sides of his cock and balls. George cried out as he felt my pussy squeeze him and all my hot juices all over him. I abruptly stood up with my nipples hanging in both of their face and took both of their enormously swollen sensitive cocks in my hand. I looked at both of them intensely as if to beg them to shower me with their cum. C'mon boys, it's ok now. It's ok now I am here to help you. Cum all over me. Let it all out now. Both Tony and George's eyes widened with excitement. AHHHHHHHHH FUCK! Tony yelled OOHOOOLY SHIT! George yelled as the Emptied every last drop off built up cum all over me. My body was completely covered. They just kept squirting and screaming and squirting for at least 3 minutes. It was great. Me and the guys then began to plan our revenge on Melanie and Clarissa. To Be Continued...