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My husband Greg and I had been married for many years before our relationship became what it is today. We always had an active sex life, feeling quite comfortable with each other experimenting sexually came naturally. It was not until we hit a bit of a slump in our love life that we started to try and really mix things up. I had always felt more comfortable with him in charge, when he came up with ideas of things to do I always enjoyed them more than if I had thought of them.

Greg always liked to give my ass a playful smack as I would walk by. I never complained like most woman would have, in fact I kinda liked it. When he suggested one night that he would like to tie me up and fuck me I was surprised yet at the same time I started to get very aroused. That night he took the ties from our housecoats and some soft lengths of cloth and tied me spread eagle on the bed. Greg then told me I was his property for the night and he would do with me as he pleased. I was to call him Master till he was finished and promised me I would love every minute of it. That night didn’t amount to much more than him eating me till I was ready to scream then he moved up to my mouth and I was instructed to suck his cock.

I regularly gave Greg blow jobs but now this was for my Master and it seemed so different. Once he was finished fucking my mouth he moved down and fucked my pussy, not rough but being tied up it was a whole new experience.

After that he did not pursue this type of sexual activity, I guess he did not want to push anything on me that he did not think I enjoyed. But how wrong he was. Not only did I enjoy that night; I could not get the feelings I experienced out of my mind. We had regular sex a few more times after that until one night I could just not reach an orgasm. Greg was getting a little frustrated and was not going to stop until I was satisfied. I could not believe the words that came out of my mouth at that moment but have never regretted telling my Master that “He should stop being so nice and tie his little slave up and treat her like the slut she was!”

Master promptly pulled out of my pussy and turned me over to put me on all fours. He searched through the closet until he found his thin leather belt. He then informed me that a slut slave should be properly whipped before she was fucked. After giving me 6 strong lashes on my behind he mounted me from behind and pushed his cock into my pussy. Master then reached around and grabbed my breasts and started to pull them and squeeze them hard as he pounded up against my freshly whipped ass. He called me his little slut and told me that I was going to be his sex slave from now on. The way he was treating me and the warm and painful feeling from my behind and breasts pushed me over into a fantastic orgasm.

Since that night our Master slave relationship has blossomed and grown. I am now his complete submissive. We no longer have “sex.” My only purpose is to satisfy his sexual desires and if my Master deems it appropriate he will let me reach an orgasm as well. We have documented our arrangement on paper with me signing a slavery agreement giving all rights to my body to him to do so as he pleases and my total commitment to serve and satisfy him in any way he desires. We have a long set of rules that I must follow. My Master has none, I feel totally secure that he would never act in malice toward me because we always had a loving relationship and he always had my interests at heart.

The first and foremost rule is that I am NEVER to wear undergarments and my pussy is to be shaved at all times. This was to ensure his easy access to my flesh. On some occasions he will let me wear slacks but mostly my attire consists of short skirts and blouses. We behave like we always did during day to day activities, but he is always the Master and I know when to act as his slave. In the beginning I slipped up a few times and that night I would be corrected and I have learned that my position is as a sex slave. One time we were shopping and Greg was getting bored and suggested we go home. I was just getting started and protested. I guess I was a little to snippy and he took offence. I immediately knew I was in trouble by the look in his eyes. I apologized but it was too late. We left the mall at that moment and after I had put the purchases away in the trunk of the car he closed the lid and instructed me to remove my skirt. I was shocked! He had never done anything like this in public before. I looked at him with pleading eyes but he would have none of it. He told me to remove my skirt again and this time I slowly complied. My Master then took my skirt and put it in the passenger side of the car leaving my bare ass exposed to anyone walking in the parking lot. All I had remaining was my tank top and high heels. When he came back he was unfastening his belt and preparing to whip my ass right there in the parking lot! For my first offence he said 12 lashes would be sufficient. I was to count them for him and apologize to him after every stroke. After I had received 10 new red streaks on my ass I thanked him for setting me straight and I was allowed to sit beside him in the car, still without my skirt. I was allowed to pull it on just before I got out of the car as we pulled into our driveway. Once inside the house I begged him to allow me to suck his cock. I sucked it like an animal, I was so hot from the treatment that I had received outside the mall. Master is so great, he allowed me to masturbate myself to orgasm as I lay at his feet with my tummy full of his beautiful cum.

My Master has always enjoyed exposing me, and putting me in uncomfortable predicaments in public. One time when we were downtown he came up with an idea. We ducked into an alleyway opposite our car and he had me strip completely naked except for my heels and suck him off. After he had cum on my face he instructed me to put my blouse back on and hand him my skirt. I still had the cum running down my face since he had not instructed me to clean it off. I was never to remove the cum until given permission. He then walked to the car opened his door and handed me the bus fare to get home. My Master then drove away, with my skirt, leaving me hours from home with only enough money to grab a few busses and a long walk back to home. I was completely embarrassed and scared being so exposed and alone. My blouse did cover my ass but walking home and standing on a bus with only its thin fabric and my high heels covering me was very frightening and very arousing. I arrived home with his cum residue still on my face and a sopping wet cunt.

Once my Master knew that I was his total property he began to do things just to amuse himself. He went through a stage where handing me around as a sex toy for other men to enjoy was pleasing to him. I only wanted to please him but if that meant pleasing other men, I would followed his command to do so. I started with only one or two men at a time but then it became like a sport to see how many men his little sex slave slut wife could handle at a time. I was doing 8 to 10 men on average every weekend. Fucking and sucking them, serving them as they degraded me verbally and physically. My Master would look on to be sure I was never harmed seriously but I did receive many a bruise from there rough hands and the abuse my pussy took was astounding. During a weekend it seemed like a constant assault on my pussy, cock after cock stretched me wider and wider. Sometimes two at a time in my pussy. And I swallowed gallons of cum. He would never let them have me in the ass. That was for his pleasure only. I was glad when this phase of having me gang banged, while he watched, dwindled out. Now I could concentrate on pleasing my Master exclusively. I pleasured him more with my mouth and ass than with my pussy, he did not seem to want to fuck me there anymore, it was a very rare occurrence when he did. Even then he would usually not ejaculate in my pussy, he would pull out and slide it into my ass then soon after he would cum.

One night as I was tied to a bench with my legs spread wide and pulled back towards my shoulders, he informed me that after I had fucked so many men my pussy was no longer suitable for bringing him to orgasm. I was too loose and floppy. My Master then informed me that I would never again have his cock in my pussy, I would service him with my mouth and he would fuck me exclusively in my ass. He added that he liked the way my pussy had become so spread open and gaping and that he was going to continue to stretch it bigger and bigger till it was a huge gaping hole that any slave would be proud of. I was hurt to think my most prized possession was ruined and of no use to any man. I had noticed when I was allowed to masturbate that the lips hung down and open and it was much looser than it used to be. On the other hand I could still pleasure my Master with my ass and he was really enjoying slowly stretching my pussy bigger. He has worked it open over time so that I can take his entire fist into my pussy, he says his goal is to make my pussy loose enough to take both his hands at once.

I have come so accustomed to being fucked in the ass he could tell that I was always close to cumming, he gave me permission to cum when he fucked me like that and now I am more in love with him then ever. I can still please him and enjoy my own orgasms as we are joined, my ass to his cock. I know he loves me more and more as I continue to fulfill the terms of our slavery contract.

– The End –

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Why are you crying? Shut up bitch. I’m taking what I want tonight! I’m sitting here still amazed, as I reminisce about the harsh words that I said to you last night. It seems that every now and then to prove my love, I must sometimes become nasty and beat the shit out of you while I rape your asshole.

Last night was one of those nights where I felt it was time for some sexual bondage. As soon as you came home from work, I wasted no time grabbing you by the throat and throwing you to the ground. No hellos’, no kisses to greet you. Just me taking firm control over your helpless body. “Do you want this dick?” “Beg for this dick women!”

Down on your knees, you beg for me to fuck you, because tonight, you could see the look of seduction as you gazed into my eyes. I gave you only a few seconds to undress or you would have to face severe punishment. Two seconds over my time limit requires a serious ass whipping. I pulled off my belt and began to spank you for your sins. You seem to love the physical abuse being handed to you. You began to get very hot as your screams turned into passionate moans with each blow I delivered. I whipped your ass with enough force to leave contusions on your body.

Your behind was red, but I didn’t seem to care. “Next time when I tell you to do something you better damn well do it.” “Can I suck your dick?!” “No” I said, since you still didn’t deserve a taste of my hard cock. I wanted my dick in your mouth very badly. I could feel the same fire and desire that you felt. But I was determined to torture the hell out of you before giving you any of this hot beef injection.

My madness was taking over my usual calm persona. I now have my belt tied tight around your neck, as I look deep into your eyes. “Are you going to be a good girl and do what daddy says”! “Yes Sir”, you said!

Still your words didn’t convince me. Two hours prior to your arrival, I set the oven to broil, so I could rest your ass on top of the stove while I ate your pussy. Still bruised from your beating, the heat from the stove drove you mad, as I began to have my supper. Your pussy tasted very delicious! I had you screaming and creaming as I began nibbling then biting your clitoris. You can really endure pain honey, because even I could barely keep my hand on the hot stove that I made you sit upon.

My tongue was way deep inside your pussy which caused you to have convulsions. “You better not move”, goddamit you better not move”, I said to you. “If you even flinch, you will suffer the consequences”. Just as I thought you would, you flinched. My tongue, and the immense heat from the oven made you loose control. I grab you by the hair, and admonish you as if you were my child. “I thought I told you not to move goddamit!” “I’m sorry sir”. “Apologies will get you nowhere”, as I sunk my fist inside your pussy hole to let you know I meant business. “It hurts Sam, God it hurts”.

The minute you started to enjoy my fisting, I pulled it out not giving you the satisfaction of cumming just yet. I broiled a pot of hot water and kept it nice and hot for the possibilities of you disobeying me. I love taking cups of steaming hot water and pouring it on your naked body. Hot enough to make you scream, but warm enough for you to feel the sensation. I started licking your wet body down from head to toe. “Sam I’m starting to cum!” “You better not cum women, I’m warning you.” I could feel the wetness of your pussy while I finger fucked you, still warning you at your attempts to orgasm. I’m now becoming partially annoyed watching you enjoy this punishment. In reality I love it, but my facial expressions remain as cold as the moment when you first walked in the house. With my two fingers fucking your pussy, you were begging for me not to stop. So of course, I stopped seeing that you were reaching climax.

“You think this is a game bitch”, I say to you after seeing a smile on your face “No Sir”, you tell me! Still your responses does nothing but make me want to take advantage of you even more. I give you a command. I tell you to go upstairs and maturbate, but still give the order of not allowing yourself to cum. “If you cum I promise to make you suffer”. I stayed down stairs and jerked my dick thinking of the erotic episode we were in the middle of.

Ten minutes later, I come upstairs and opened the bedroom door to find what I expected to see. You made yourself cum in a matter of minutes, and now you must pay. I take my cigarette lighter off the dresser and burn the tip of your nipples as you yell with excitement. “You’re going to learn to do as I say, or else”. I can see the tears coming down from your eyes. But deep down you want me to continue my display of torture. Once again your cries turn into soft moans, as I let the fire burn on your left nipple a little longer to make you scream loudly. With my belt still around your neck, I pull on it and give you a command to “shut the fuck up!” Your cries can do nothing for you. I burn each nipple, since I indeed do love to taste them when their nice and hot. I give you the satisfaction of feeling my wet tongue cool your burning nipples as you continue to let out moans. “I thought I told you to be the fuck quiet.” You just don’t learn do you? Do I have to fuck your asshole until you shit on my dick? Well do I? “Please give it to me, give it all to me”, you tell me! You are now hot enough where you deserve a big piece of my love.

My hard dick fucks the inside of your ass, while I pull on the belt that’s wrapped around your neck. What a slutty bitch you are! You love it when I choke you and stroke you all at once? The more I smacked you on your ass, the more you seem to give me all the asshole I could handle. Since you love screaming so much, I bit you on your back as hard as I could to leave my mark. You are my bitch, and I got the teeth marks to prove it. If you ever gave my pussy away you would drive me further over the edge than I am right now.

“Do you like Jay”, I asked you? “Did you like fucking Jay?’ “No sir”, you replied. I retort by saying, “You lying bitch”! The annoying thoughts of you fucking someone else made me fuck your asshole at a ferocious pace. I spread your ass cheeks open wider and give you all 9 1/2 inches of what you’ve been begging for all night. The tightness of your ass feels so good, almost as good as fucking your pussy. I hope you realize everytime you scream my name it makes fuck harder and harder. For a second there I thought I was trying to split your asshole wide open. Making your ass wet was one thing, but when I felt you shit on my dick, I knew I had did my damage. I take the belt from around your neck, and spanked your ass all the way to the bathroom. “Get in the shower and clean yourself up” I ordered. Since you have shitted on me, I have no other choice but to piss on you, I mean that’s what you deserve, and that’s what you’re going to get! It felt as if I was cumming when I began pissing on your body. I think I could get use to this kind of shit.

You nasty whore, peeing on you only seems to drive you further into a rapturous state. My dick is still hard as a rock and ready to shoot a heavy load inside your pussy hole. I lift you up in my arms and place you under the shower while I fuck you as hard as I could. The water drowns out your screams as you spit into my face. That was a bad move you just made. Is this water hot enough for you, as I turn the knob up a little. You want to be so goddam bad, well this is what you get. This is much hotter water than previously, you really feel warm vibes as the water rains down on your beautiful wet body. I take the pain like a man, as you bite my chest so I could feel the pleasure and pain you felt.

Even after all your abuse, you still fuck with such vigor and confidence. Baby you are indeed the best fuck I’ve ever had. Nothing could compare to the feeling I get from my dick going in and out of your pussy. My hands caressing your ass, my legs weakening, but still refusing to let go. “Ouch bitch, you bit my lip and made me bleed.” I release you from my arms only to choke you while I roughly kiss on your lips and make you taste my blood. Making love to you this way has me so excited! I choke you until you can’t breath, then loosen my grip as you gasp for air. “What bitch, you can’t breath with my hands around your neck?” “Well get on your knees and choke on this!” I draw my hand back as if to slap you if you didn’t do as I say. You got on your knees and did as I command. With my dick fully erect, you grabbed it and slowly inserted it into your mouth.

First you started gently with the tip of my head, sucking and slurping on my hard cock like I ordered. Not giving you the satisfaction of seeing me moan with pleasure, I withhold all my sexual excitement inside, not letting my outside show how much I love your lips around my cock. You are able to get most of my dick deep down your throat, which was all that was needed to make me shoot cum right in your mouth. If you didn’t swallow, I threatened to deliver a blow that would have made you wish that you did. Of course you know I could never hit you, but in my crazed state of mind, it would be unwise for you to disobey. Damn, you must like being tortured, because you swallowed some, but not all my cum like I asked. “Get out the shower bitch!” I take you to the bedroom and tie you up and blind fold you. Your ears become your vision, as you can only imagine what I have in store for you now. Your inquiries only made me gag you so I would no longer have to listen to your voice. I used my ole trusty nipple clamps to make you a slave to my every command. I put clamps on your nipples and stretched them to the point where you could feel the immense pain. “Will you learn to obey me women”? “I can’t hear you!” I took away the gag from your mouth to hear incessant replies of “yes sir, yes sir!” I think that painful adrenaline rush made you a bit tired. You no longer had anything left. I untied you since I knew you were now mine for the taking. You were now ready for some passionate love making. As you lied helpless, and weak, I fucked your pussy for at least thirty six minutes. Driving my hard dick inside your pussy, with your legs behind your head. It gives me deeper penetration when I have your legs open as wide as I can get them.

You came at least three times during that short time span, making you fall asleep in my arms. I licked your beautiful wet twat as you slept. I just love the taste of your cum. Actually I Iove making you cum, it makes my day seemed fulfilled. I continued to stay awake with an erect dick, as I fondle my balls thinking of this beautiful night. It might be awhile before I get the guts to put you through anymore pain, even though I do somewhat enjoy being in control. You played the role beautifully. Sometimes I could tell by your eyes that you really weren’t sure how crazy I could have been, especially when I brung up “Jay’s” name. I finally fell asleep with your bruised body held tightly in my arms. But I could still feel the kiss you placed on my lips, later on, thanking me in your only little way for one hell of a night. I guess you truly indeed like it rough. I know I do! During our next episode, I promise to give it too you even rougher, if that’s what your body truly wants…. What could we possibly think of next?!

– The End

It was late Oct of last year when I moved into my new apartment. My first week there was spent unpacking and laying awake in bed till all hours trying to get used to all the new noises, creaks, and such. By the middle of the next week I was feeling a little stir-crazy. I had only left the apartment to go to work and to do some shopping. It was a Wednesday night when I finally had enough. I got up a little courage and knocked on my neighbor’s door.

An older lady answered and I politely asked her if she knew of any clubs or bars close by. To my surprise she told me she was just on her way to a night club just down the street and I could join her if I wanted. I did. My jaw hit the floor when we arrived. The old lady took me to a gay club. I looked at her in disbelief. She smiled and led me in. We sat down at a table and ordered a round of drinks. She introduced me to a number of her friends who were all very nice. After a few more drinks she excused herself and went to dance. I looked around in amazement. It was the first time I had ever been to a gay bar. Everything looked so normal, with the obvious exceptions. I noticed a very good looking man sitting at the table next to me, and instinctively gave him a seductive smile. Then, realizing that I just flirted with a gay guy, I laughed at myself. I went up to the bar and ordered another drink from a very good looking female bartender.

“I have never seen you here before,” said a voice behind me. I turned around and saw the guy I smiled at looking at me and smiling. “Ah…I just moved here” I replied. The man paid for my drink and invited me to his table. I accepted with some hesitation. “SO,” he said, “you’re a lesbian?” “NO,” I said in protest, then added that I did not know this was a gay bar. He smiled and told me that he wasn’t gay, he just really liked this bar. “I can come here and relax, all the guys know I’m straight so they leave me alone,” he explained,” and the girls are lesbians so they do too.”

“Except for me,” I said shyly. We ended up having a great evening together. Drinking, talking, and dancing. At 3am the night was coming to a close and the man, who’s name is Tom, offered to walk me home. When we stumbled to my apartment he laughed. It was his apartment also. Being quite drunk, and having had a really great night, I invited Tom to my my place to finish off the night with “one more drink.” I told him to make himself at home and went to the kitchen to fix the drinks. When I came back he was sitting on my sofa, wearing only a white undershirt. What a great body this man had.

I sat next to him and as soon as I put the drinks down, it started. Tom grabbed my arms and twisted them behind my back, tying them together quite tightly. I wanted to shout out but he placed his hand over my mouth, then with the other untied the scarf I was wearing and quickly tied that around my mouth so I couldn’t scream. He took one of my dining room chairs and bent me over it, tying my feet to the back legs. Standing behind me he lifted up my short skirt and pulled my panties down around my ankles, giving my ass a firm smack.

Walking around now to face me he pulled the belt out of his pants. “Having fun?” he asked me with a smile on his face. I had to strain my neck to look at him. Even though I was scared I could feel myself getting very turned on. I shook my head “No.” “Wrong answer!” he shouted, and whacked my ass with the belt. It hurt like hell. “Having fun?” he asked again. I didn’t move. I just stood there, my ass on fire. “Wrong answer!” and he whacked my ass again three or four times. It stung real bad. He walked around to face me again. Standing in front of me, he undid his pants and pulled out his dick, which was very hard by now. Taking the gag off he ordered me to spit on his cock. I obeyed. He put the gag back on. He was slowly stroking it while walking around me, looking at me from all angles. He grabbed my ass and squeezed it gently. It felt so hot. Then he slid his fingers down and played with my asshole for a while. Working his fingers even lower he pinched my pussy lips lightly and slowly pulled on them.

“Mmmm, you’re so wet,” he said with a certain satisfaction in his voice. He placed his cock at the entrance to my pussy and pushed it in. It was so long, and so wide. I felt my pussy stretching. I let out a groan. He immediately stopped and walked to face me again. This time he grabbed me by the hair and forced my face up. “If I untie the gag,” he asked, “will you be a good girl and not scream?” I nodded yes. He grabbed the belt off the floor and gave my ass a few more hard whacks. As promised I did not scream. He undid my feet as well and stood me up to face him. “What a beautiful girl you are,” he exclaimed. He held me in his arms for a while. My arms were still bound. “Are you gonna be a good girl for daddy?” “Yes,” I answered.

He lowered me to my knees. Holding his cock in his hand he ran it along my face. Pressing it against my eyes, caressing my cheekbones and chin. “Suck daddy’s cock” he demanded. I opened my lips a little and felt it against my teeth. “Come on, my little girl,” he urged, “open up.” I opened wider. I used my tongue and circled it around the head, lubricating it with my saliva. At this time he grabbed my head and started to fuck my face hard. I gagged on his huge cock, but he didn’t stop, just kept going harder. “What a good little cock sucker you are!” he shouted, “daddy is so proud of you.” Tom fucked my face hard for a few more minutes, then suddenly stopped. He told me to lay down flat on my stomach. I, of course, obeyed. He entered my pussy again, slowly pushing in and pulling out. His huge dick felt so good inside me. I was so wet I could feel it drip down on my thighs. “You’re gonna make me cum if we keep this up,” Tom groaned. I urged him on a while longer, not wanting him to stop, but not wanting him to cum just yet. But he did stop. But not for long. “Ass up, face down my little darling,” Tom instructed, “we’re gonna have some real fun now.” With my hands behind my back and my face against the floor I knew what was coming, and I was a little scared. “Oh please,” I begged, “not in my ass!” Tom stood up abruptly, walked over to where his drink was and gulped it down. He picked his belt back up and started whipping me repeatedly. Very hard, and very fast. “I don’t take orders from little girls,” he yelled. “When I tell you to do something, you will do it…is that understood!?” “Yes,” I answered softly. “Yes what?” “Yes daddy?” “That’s right my little girl, you are so smart,” Tom said. And with that he knelt behind me, spit on my asshole, and started pushing his cock into my ass. It hurt like hell. The sting from the whipping combined with the size of his cock was almost too much for me to take. But I did. After a few minutes I started to relax. “Doesn’t this feel fucking good?” Tom asked me. I closed my eyes and started enjoying the feeling, which was very new to me. “Oh yes daddy,” I purred. “It feels wonderful.” Not two minutes later Tom was fucking my ass harder, driving his cock in deep. I knew he was close to cuming and I again urged him on. “Cum daddy,” I begged him “Cum inside my ass.” With one big and hard thrust he did. Tom came inside my ass. He stayed still for a minute or two, breathing hard. Then he pulled out and I felt his cum sliding down my thighs. He undid my hands and held them in his. “You are daddy’s little girl” he whispered. And with that he got up and left. To this day I have never seen Tom again. My lady neighbor swears she had never seen him before that night, and that he definitely does not live in our apartment.

– The End –

Master follows it to the kitchen and sits at his place by the end of the table. The Passion of a Slave

Master opens his eyes and adjust them to the morning sunrise creeping across the carpet from the glass of the sliding doors. He reaches and pats the warm empty space where his slave was snuggled and realizes that she has gotten up earlier. Pulling back the covers, He throws his feet over the side of the bed and feels the fuzziness of the carpet. Smelling the aroma of the morning coffee, Master follows it to the kitchen and sits at his place by the end of the table.

Slave is adorned with her black collar and short red silk robe exposing her upper thighs just the way her Master likes it. She shivers from the vigor of his stare upon her and hurries across the room with his coffee. Kneeling at his feet, she lowers her head and reaches out and says “Good morning Master, your coffee.”

Master relieves his slave from the hot cup and bids her, “That will be all for now.” He smiles and sips his coffee thinking that it has been just over a year that his slave had come to him. He knew just after a few hours of training that she would become his ultimate slave. He saw just how much desire and passion that was driving her to work so hard to please him.

Rising, slave goes back to preparing her Master’s breakfast. She had gotten up extra early to make sure everything was just right for him. She had laid out the morning newspaper on the table and made sure he didn’t have to wait for his coffee. She felt the warmth from the love in her Master’s eyes because of her service just as she has felt the chill of his mastery and the sting of his whip.

Master senses his slave standing behind his paper waiting to serve him his breakfast. He keeps her waiting for a moment, then folds his paper and lays it aside. He nods to his slave and she gently places his favorite breakfast in front of him and refills his cup. She stands next to him with her head lowered and her hands behind her back. He tells her “You may sit,” and she joins him at her place at the table.

After breakfast slave clears off the table while Master finishes reading his paper. She goes to the back bedroom suite and runs his bath making sure it is the right temperature for him. She begins to lay out his clothes for the day and feels the presence of her Master even before he enters the room. She quickly kneels as her reflexes take over and begins to remove his clothes, preparing him for his bath. After she has removed his robe, she stays kneeling with her head lowered and waits for him. She tries not to glance up and look at his hard cock as she feels a throb deep between her legs knowing how much pleasure Master gives her. She cannot conceal the moisture increasing between the smooth folds of her shaven pussy, His mark of ownership. Her hunger for the place of utmost pleasure that leads to the center of her own sexuality takes hold of her senses.

Master reaches down with his strong hands and grabs his slave by her hair, tilting her head up. He manipulates slave’s nipples inducing them taunt and hard through the tension of his grip. Just his touch quickly sets the kindling of want and need into desire. He leans down and softly kisses her lips parting them with his tongue. Tormenting her with a shudder of compulsion and urgency.

Master retreats his hand as slave slumps her head to her posture of submission and obedience. He voices his command, “Your position slave.” She immediately rotates around and places her cheek to the carpet and crosses her arms over her head. She arches her back so her ass is pushed in the air as her silk robe slides over her hips exposing her trails of wetness down her parted thighs. The ensuing sound she hears is Master pulling back the shower curtain and stepping into his bath.

Slave’s eyes widen at the sound of Master in his bath. “You bastard,” surges within her mind between her yearning for release from her shackled pleasure. She took a deep breath pondering if she had screamed it out loud for Master to hear. Knowing what Master would do with his leather strap if she had.

Her focus was now one of confusion. Has she done something to upset Master. He has never taken his bath without her swabbing him. Ordinarily she would preparing him for the day. That was her duty. She wanted to run and kneel to ask if she has displeased him in some sort of way but she knew that leaving her position without permission would bring some method of punishment.

Master stepped from his bath and dried off with his towel that slave had laid out next to hers. He smiled and wrapped himself. Walking behind his slave still in her position, He could discern that she was lost in a world of confusion. He drew back his hand and smacked her on the ass transforming her back to the present. She jumped at the sting and carefully checked her stance making sure she was in her perfect position that she was disciplined to render.

Master left his slave in her position and dressed while he voiced his instructions for the day. He gazed at the contour of her ass as he groomed himself in the mirror beholding the bright red mark where his hand landed. He put on his tie and grabbed his briefcase and uttered, “Greet your Master.” Slave immediately jumped up from her position and shrouded his neck with her arms . The savor from his kiss tingled down her neck and spine traveling to her source of quintessence.

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There’s nothing like a bus ride home to put you in a bad mood.
Here I was, walking the long road to our house from the bus stop in town, musing on how much it was going to cost me to get the car out of the shop, what I was going to do about my many problems at work, and how sore my feet were getting as I trudged home in the hot sun…
I was hot and sweaty by the time I walked up the driveway and slowly swung the door open and entered the relative coolness of the house, when you met me at the door.
“Oh, bad day, honey?” you asked, a look of concern on your face.
“You bet,” I nodded grimly, and then suddenly I knew my day was going to be different.
Instead of your usual jeans and T-shirt, you were wearing an elegant red dress and high-heel shoes, with your blonde hair cascading to your shoulders with a grace that bespoke a careful preparation for this moment.
Your dress, which ended at mid-thigh, showed off your long, shapely legs, and clung to your every curve.  My thoughts of work, of the bus, of the long walk home, quickly evaporated as I thought ahead to the coming evening.
“Are we going out for dinner?” I asked, taking in the sight of your beautiful, intoxicating body and feeling a slight, familiar stirring in my loins.
“No, I thought we’d stay home and enjoy ourselves… I’ve got a couple of steaks on the grill, and we can open that wine we’ve been saving… I just thought you’d like a special evening with me…”
“Every evening with you is special,” I murmured, and you giggled in reply as you hugged me.  The smell of the sizzling steaks drifted through the back door, causing my stomach to speak of its own hunger, as a hunger more basic also awoke, stimulated by your scent that hung in the air as we parted and you swayed through the doorway to pull the steaks off the grill.
I struggled with the wine cork, and managed to work it free just as you returned, your legs long and graceful beneath the hem of your dress. I poured your wineglass first, followed by mine, as you smoothed your dress with a sweep of your hands, and sat down.
“Your wine, my dear,” I smiled.
“Thank you,” you replied with a dimpled smile, and we dug into our food.  You kicked your shoes off and began playing with me with your bare feet as we ate, caressing my feet and lower legs, and I found it hard to concentrate on my food as we repeatedly paused to gaze at each other.
We lingered after the meal was complete, slowly finishing our wine and talking, and then I got up and began gathering the dishes from the table.
Your hand stopped me.  “No,” you murmured.  “We’ll have time for that later.”  Leading me to the living room, you turned and bent over slightly as you put on a record, and, as the soft scratch of the needle gave way to the beginning of Kenny Rogers, you held out your hands.  “Dance?”
“By all means,” I murmured with a smile, as our arms enfolded around each other and we began swaying to the music.
“My day just improved,” I murmured into your ear.  My hands caressed you restlessly, playing with your hair, and stroking your curves through the fabric of your dress.
“It gets better,” you giggled.  Your hands drifted lower as we danced, tracing a line along the inseam of my trousers, slowly trailing your long fingernails lightly up my inner thigh until you found the rapidly-growing bulge at the front of my pants.
“Mmmmm, it does, indeed,” I murmured.  You felt a hand slip under the hem of your dress, to caress your soft skin through the fabric of your panties. The hem of your dress lifted slightly with my efforts, revealing the lacy hem of your black satin half-slip, and our bodies molded together more tightly as we began slowly, tentatively, exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues.
Your hand became more insistent on my growing bulge, stroking along my length boldly.  Our breathing quickened, and grew more ragged, becoming punctuated with soft little sighs of pleasure as we surrendered to each other.
“I want you, John,” you murmured.
“I want you, too, Nicole,” I answered, easing my fingers past the waistband of your panties and searching for your warm wetness.  “Tell me again that you want me… that you want my hard manhood…”
You reached down and unbuckled my belt, then pulled it free from the belt loops and cast it aside.  “No,” you declared.  “This time we do it my way.  I do NOT want your ‘hard manhood’.”
“You don’t?” I replied, puzzled.  Your fingers quickly unclasped my trousers and pulled my zipper down.
“No,” you said, then paused, a look of indecision passing over you, which was then replaced by one of determined resolve.  You took a deep breath, pulling my stiffness free and stroking it with your fingers.
Dropping to your knees, your warm, wet mouth descended to my hot, hard desire.  “I want your COCK,” you blurted, closing your lips around me and wetting my length with your warm tongue.  “I want your COME,” you added, becoming braver as you cast your fears aside with an abandon growing more reckless by the second.  “I want your hot COCK to spurt your sweet COME down my throat, and I want to SWALLOW it.”
With each deliciously naughty phrase, your mouth and tongue worked more vigorously over my long… hot… COCK… (yielding to your desires, I began to adopt that term as my own), bringing me so close to the brink of orgasm that I knelt on the floor before you, gasping in pleasure. Your warm, wet mouth followed me down.
Our bodies lay next to each other, as you took my cock in your mouth again and again.  You could feel it getting longer as my excitement grew.  And then you gasped as well, as my hand reached beneath the hem of your dress and tugged at your panties, drawing them down enough to reach you with my fingers again and slip inside your warm wetness.
Your mouth stroked me, and my fingers stroked you… relentlessly, insistently… and our cries of pleasure grew more passionate… You jerked your head as you felt your mouth fill with a hot, salty taste that betrayed my passion as a foretaste of my life spasmed over your loving tongue… then again, as you cried out in your abandon and a larger spurt issued from the large, thrusting member in your mouth.
And your sighs became louder, climbing in pitch as my tongue probed within you, exploring you, tasting of your hot, sweet tanginess with complete abandon.
Then you felt me withdrawing from you, and looked up with your green eyes to see me unbuttoning my shirt.  You took this moment to grasp your damp panties and pull them down your long legs, scissoring your legs to cast them aside from your ankles.
Then you gasped in surprise as you saw me reach over, pick up my discarded leather belt, and grasp one of your arms firmly and begin tying one end of the belt to your wrist.
“John, what are you doing?” you screamed, struggling, as I looped the belt through one of the couch legs and began tying the other end of the belt to your other wrist.
“Just making sure you don’t get away,” I murmured huskily, and you suddenly stopped struggling as you realized what I was doing.  Actually, you knew you could wriggle out of your bonds quite easily if you wanted to… but you didn’t want to.  You wriggled sensuously on the floor in a mock struggle to free yourself, your hands high over your head as you lay on the floor.
“Ohhhhh, then what are you going to DO with me, then?” you purred in a low voice.  Your dress had hiked up your hips, and your glistening, wet womanhood beckoned to me as your legs opened in silent invitation, framed by the black silk of your half-slip.
I was stepping out of my trousers, and casting aside my white shorts, watching you eye my exposed, hard manhood with unconcealed interest.
I took a deep breath, as I bent to unbutton your dress, starting at your throat and continuing down, exposing your lacy black bra… kissing your exposed skin at your collarbone as each button came free.  Finally, as I undid the button at your navel, and turned your body slightly to unclasp your bra and ease it up out of my way, I paused, a hand massaging one of your nipples, gently, and looked into your eyes.
“I want to fuck you,” I murmured.
“Oh, say that again… it excites me,” you sighed.
My hand felt your nipple harden, and your eyes glazed over with unashamed lust.  “I want to fuck you,” I repeated.
“Ohhhhh, again.”  My body pressed against yours, and you felt the heat of my member on your inner thighs as I positioned myself at your eager entrance.
“I want to FUCK you,” I breathed into your ear, as you drew your knees up and spread your legs wider, arching your back as I slid deep, deep inside your honeyed warmth.
“Again!” you moaned.  “Ohhhh, how I want you!”
My mouth drifted to your breasts and began tonguing your nipples as your body responded with a series of shudders than ended in a gasp and a soft moan from your moist lips.  “UhhhhNNNNGGHHHH!”
“I… want… to… ohhhhhhh, Nicole!  Want to… to… FUCK… ohhhh…”, I moaned, as your body endured my passionate thrusting and our breathing intensified.
“Yes!” you cried.  “Yes!  Oh, John, COME inside me!  I want your come!  I want you to FUCK me!  I want… ohhhhh…”
Your back arched suddenly, and your head tossed from side to side spasmodically, as a tremor slowly but completely took over your body, and I felt you tense under me as you experienced each wave of pleasure, more intense than the last.  Your eyes closed for a moment as you were overcome by the intensity of your response, and I watched as your eyelids fluttered briefly, and you gritted your teeth… and then your mouth dropped open again.
Then I groaned in pleasure as my thrusting… COCK… spasmed, once, twice, countless times, endlessly filling you with my sweet, heavy seed… and the sensations brought you over the brink, triggering a squeal of pleasure that echoed off the walls, as your body bucked and writhed beneath mine.
You closed your eyes as I collapsed against you, and experienced that dreamy twilight state for an endless moment, as our breathing slowly returned to normal, and then you felt my hands releasing your bonds, and you slowly brought your hands back to their normal position, noticing a slight stiffness in your muscles, as you caressed my hair gently.
“Ohhhh, John, that was beautiful,” you murmured, still stroking my hair at the base of my neck.  Your voice was languid, tranquil.  “So how’s your day now?  Still having a ‘bad day’?”  You giggled.
“I’m having a wonderful day,” I murmured gently, a soft breathiness coloring my voice.
“Wait till you see what kind of NIGHT you’re going to have!” you taunted, giggling again.
“UH oh,” I smiled in response.

This shoot takes you into Jade’s darkest fantasy of being abducted, fucked by a group of men, and locked away indefinitely for them to use whenever they desire. In her fantasy she searches for her car keys when a van pulls up next to her and she is snatched up and driven away. Try as she might to escape she is outnumbered, overpowered, and incapable of getting away. Helpless and bound she is made to service the men in every way possible, and with every hole possible.

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CBT – Cock & Ball Torture Tips & Guidelines

“C&B play” stands for cock & ball play. “Genitorture” stands for “genital torture”. This is a subject that makes some men clutch their nuts and run in fear, and makes other men instantly erect and greedy for more. The male genitals are at once the most vulnerable and most sensitive part of the male body, so of course many tops enjoy playing with them.

Cockrings are rings that go around your cock, typically around the base of it, behind the balls. The penis becomes erect when the blood vessels at its base constrict (because of arousal), trapping blood in the cock and causing it to swell. Cock rings have a similar effect, prolonging erection in most men that use them. (They also constrict the urethra, which will make any orgasm more painful, or even cause ejaculate to back up into the bladder. This is not dangerous unless done repeatedly. Experiment to find out how much tightness is too much.)

Most are made of leather, with adjustable snaps, so you can tighten or loosen them to fit (as well as remove them easily). Some are made of rubber. Some are even made of metal, but metal ones can be hazardous; if you put a too-small one on your non-erect cock, your cock may become so erect that you can no longer remove it–and if it is too tight, it will prevent your cock from softening. This may involve a trip to the emergency room and the use of bolt cutters. No joke.

Some cock rings have multiple rings, for behind the balls, around the balls themselves, and around the base of the shaft. Some people like using _lots_ of cock rings, to stretch the balls out away from the body.

Safety tips: The broadest guideline is to go slowly until you know how much you can take. If the pain from a particular activity starts to spread into other areas of the body, or if the pain lasts for a long time after the stimulation ends, you have probably gone beyond your limits. You won’t reach this point generally if you take your time. As with any SM practice, if you find yourself in pain later, or if you notice any abnormalities in your cock or balls when flaccid or erect, see a doctor. Of course, avoid any practice that seriously wrenches or twists the genitals; there are many ligaments and blood vessels in there, damage to which may make it hard for you to get hard. But the cock and balls can handle light whipping or slapping, provided it is done with care.

Of course, cock and ball bondage can be done with leather strips, ribbons, velvet cords, etc. Be as ornamental as you please; tying up an erect cock can create a luscious work of art, and teasing it can be even more artistic. Don’t expect C&B bondage to keep a cock hard indefinitely; cocks will usually get soft if not stimulated, and bondage which _will_ keep it hard may be dangerously tight. In any event, be sure you can remove your bondage quickly, as always.

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