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Not being able to give up control easily doesn't mean someone can't or doesn't want to, either.

I'd just be really keyed in, pay close attention to behaviors that are controlling the situation, are trying to manipulate your behavior.

Rather than getting meaner or more punitive, I back off. "Are you sure this is really what you need? Maybe you need to think about this for a few minutes while tied down to the bed, if you are *really* willing to obey me."

If it's not meant to be, it's not.

If he's just acting out, he may not even realize he is, he may feel contrite when you point it out.

My uneducated opinion is that it's wise for both partners to try switching at least once. This allows each to gain a better appreciation for what their partner goes through during normal play. Being a top requires a fair bit of thinking, and I found it enlightening to try it out myself to see what it's like.

i agree that it is great for both partners to try eachothers roles out but i still cant convince my partner to switch with me. what happens is that hes like ok you can have control so i take it and i dont do anything to harsh but then he totally is like i cant take this and takes over the reigns. ahh the troubles :p

Originally posted by shysexkitten
i agree that it is great for both partners to try eachothers roles out but i still cant convince my partner to switch with me. what happens is that hes like ok you can have control so i take it and i dont do anything to harsh but then he totally is like i cant take this and takes over the reigns. ahh the troubles :p

And perhaps that is where the whole answer lies......to be in control means just that, being in control. If he is not co-operating, it is not necessarily just a question of him choosing not to, but may be more so that control is not debated and given but is an expression of a dominant. To ask to be allowed to dominate is not really dominating but more going through the paces to get a pseudo feel for it. The reality is IMO, and not meant in an offensive way, either you dominate or be dominated....if you are unable to dominate another, it may be a problem with just that combination of two people where another would fall at your feet easily, or it may be as much as you want to dominate to prove a point, it is enough reason or provocation to make it so.

Catalina

thank you so much catalina_francisco your thoughts make complete sense to me and i thank you very much for your insight and thoughts. I do agree with you completly and now somethings seem a lot clearer. If anyone else has any insight please continue to respond:heart:

His day had been rough, traffic, office, meetings, phones, problems, no goddamn lunch, more fucking meetings, late hours to finish project, and more fucking terrible traffic.

He knows his jaws are clenched and his knuckles white. His one comfort keeps his sanity. 'Damn, but I am one lucky son of a bitch!', and he thinks about his girl. He knows that she will trust him, when no one else will, she will. Not only will she take some pain from the weight of his world, but he can confide in her his deepest secrets. He had not known joy until she had trusted him enough to confide in him her deepest secrets. Simply thinking of this devoted creature made his cock stir in his pants, and as he sat in traffic he rubbed his cock. His pants gained a washed out cum-spot where drops of pre-semenal fluid became stained. 'Oh god', he thought, 'am I going to work that lovely bitch tonight'. His face wore a grin and anticipation helped, but traffic still sucked.

And you at home, what of you? Yes, you're devoted. You will do anything for Him. You've already demonstrated, countless times. Never was He cruel to you, never a bruise, never a booboo, but god, the excrutiating pain He can give you. You're just so nervous about your favor. How will you pay for your favor.

You have showered and wear simply your collar, with the chain attached. the good bitch, awaiting Master. You have put your makeup on, just the way the Master likes it. You contemplate as you kneel, as Master is stuck in traffic, on the hard wood floor. Your knees are spead and you sit upon your feet. Your pussy is spread, as is your ass, inviting. Your shoulders are back and your breasts up. Your hands are together and your elbows behind your back. Your face is down. Your posture is perfect. You will accect His decision, but you are determined to ask. You are brave and couragous but you must ask ....

The floor becomes harder as you wait. Although the room temperature is reasonable, you begin to sweat. Loose hair becomes plastered to your head, sweat falls from your forhead and drips down your nose. Sweat begins to bead on your breasts and you question your resolve. You knees and hips begin to feel like spasm'ing when you hear His car. Your pain is nothing compared to the relief. You wait and hear his key in the door. You dare not look up now.

***

'What the hell', he thinks as he immediately notices. She continues to look down as demurely as she possiblty can. He hangs his jacket and pulls loose the knot on his tie as he looks at her. He makes a slow circle around her, noting every detail.

"All right, goddamnit bitch, what the hell have you done - shit! Spit it out now, NOW"

***

'Master, I'm sorry, I've changed my mind, nothing wrong, I await my Master's attention"

***

"I don't allow you to change your mind, don't piss me off, out with it, what did you wreck?"

***

'I wrecked nothing, Master, I had wanted to ask a favor. Please allow me to change my mind.

***

"NO - now!"

***

Sir, I beseech you, no ...

He pulls back his hand to cuff her, but she doesn't flinch but he knows she's terrified. He moves his hand to her hair and runs his fingers through it and feels the texture, he pets and scratches like with his favorite dog. And then he grabs the back of her head and forced her face to his, "TELL ME NOW, GODDAMNIT, I WILL KNOW THE TRUTH!", he says this in his deadly quiet voice, more a growl than language.

'Master, please,' and cuff her he does, "nnNOW!" he growls again.

*****

'It was a fantasy I have, Master, nothing more'

***

"Tell me!"

***

When you reply with your fantasy I'll post my reaction.

posted by da grunt When you reply with your fantasy I'll post my reaction. Damn, this is fun! Go ahead, talk amoungst yourselves. :D

my fantasy......oh my in all honesty my fantasy is to have everything decided for me. To be totally helpless and in someone elses hands. I dont wanna make any decisions. I want to be totally controlled. thats my personal fantasy in all honesty.


my other fantasy is to be in control but not too much control i guess i am a sub at heart

posted by shysexkitten ... I want to be totally controlled. thats my personal fantasy in all honesty ...Jeez, I thought you said at the start of this thread, "He always has to be in charge or on top. I just want to break him one time and show him what ive got but i cant seem to do it. Have any suggestions? anything would help! Thanks!"

If you don't have what it takes to finish, thats cool, but I had a story planned, so anybody else wanna take over her initial object? If not, I'll drop it.

you asked what my fantasy was not what i wanted to do.

I want to be able to know that he trust me and i want to be able to take him and totally control him tie him down i want him to be mine so he knows how i feel when he controls me

I want him to feel my pain

sorry bout the confussin da grunt my fault!:kiss:

posted by shysexkitten sorry bout the confussin da grunt my fault!:kiss: Well then, I am inviting you to pursue. I want you to pick up the story where I left. It will be fun.

da grunt i want to hear your outcome of the story

i am just not good at the story thing

posted by shysexkitten i am just not good at the story thing Your face is down. You hesitate, then you speak your desire ...

... kitten, if you can't state your desire, I can't either, baby. This has got to be an interactive thing, and the group should all benefit. I can guess your desire, but you must state it in order for me to continue.

i just want him to know what i go through when he has me tied down i want him to know what goes through my head when hes spanking me and talking down to me. i want him to know what it feels like to be hes bitch and slave at any minute that he wants me to be at his will. He needs to know in order to appreciate me

Would someone please put kitten's desire into prose?

please would someone put my desire into prose

posted by shysexkitten please would someone put my desire into prose Good! Steady. Wait. :rose:

Originally posted by shysexkitten
i just want him to know what i go through when he has me tied down i want him to know what goes through my head when hes spanking me and talking down to me. i want him to know what it feels like to be hes bitch and slave at any minute that he wants me to be at his will. He needs to know in order to appreciate me

OK, let's say as you say, you are a submissive at heart, and from what you indicate, your partner is not, but is a dominant at heart. How do you think physically tying him down and giving him pain as he gives you will allow him to first experience the same experience as you, and secondly, appreciate you for it?

Each person experiences everything uniquely from their own perspective based on the whole sum of experiences that make them who they are in their lives, which makes it near on impossible to experience the same way you do. Added to this you are submissive, and he dominant; naturally the experience is going to have very few, if any similarities for him or you. His will befrom a dominant being put in the position of submissive, of which he has no real connection to, while yours is of a submissive put in a position of dominant, of which you may or may not (from what you express) have some connection. For comparison, you can be an actor and play the part of a murderer, and though you may portray that character well, you never are (hopefully) that character, so can never share their experience from the same perspective no matter how much research you do on the psyche and characteristics of the role. So how can you feel he will feel what you feel?

Even in relation to the physical pain, we all experience pain in different ways as is obvious from reading various posts on various threads on this forum alone. No two experiences are the same....some have high pain threshold, some low, some in between. Some people take a statement addressed to them as talking down to them, while another may not think twice about the same statement, or may even wear the statement as a badge of honour...is about uniqueness of being individual.

Given all this, how will it lead to him appreciating you? Do you feel you are not appreciated already? If not, perhaps you are in the wrong place with this person, or maybe you are not as submissive as you believe and have more desire to be dominant. Some of your statements hint at a need to break the shell of submission and emerge as the dominant, IMHO only perhaps, and likely others, including yourself, may disagree, but that is what I hear in statements you have made which hint at deep frustration at your position, and/or his understanding of you. Maybe he already appreciates you for who you are and the role you are in....not all dominants express themselves well, or even, like some vanilla men and women, even think to say how they feel about you, or feel it is weak to do so.

Perhaps open discussion with him would be more productive than switching roles for a session. I do not buy into the argument you have to switch to appreciate the other's role and position, mostly for the reasons I have mentioned above; you are who you are and no amount of assuming the mechanics of another's role will make you experience what they do, nor deliver as they do......it is impossible beyond the tokenistic surface responses, often designed to appear the way you feel is expected, if you are in truth submissive or dominant respectively.

As for the similar argument you need to submit to know how to dominate, same applies...and why not the mirrored thought you have to dominate to be able to submit? IMO only perhaps, but my opinion all the same, switches aside, a submissive is submissive, a dominant is dominant, and though they can appreeciate the other's position and experience, they can never 100% share that same experience from the other's reality.

Catalina:)

*applause for Catalina*

Very, very well-said.

(I didn't mean that partners have to switch, by the way - just that it can be enlightening for those couples for whom it works.)

There is, as Etoile attests, a lot of wisdom to Catilana's words. Most of us are what we are, but that doesn't necessarily preclude a bit of variation. It's not something I've ever had much interest in, but the inspiration has struck once or twice.

Many years ago, in a very intimate and intense relationship, I switched with my girl. The understanding was simple, that in the time allotted I was hers. But when we were done, she would be mine again. It was also understood that I planned on paying her back in spades. Now, half-way or so into our interlude I had reason to question the wisdom of the bargain I struck. When we were done, or when I was finished with her, I at first thought that I had in fact gotten the better part of the deal. But as time went on, it became a rather "sweet" memory. And for weeks after that our time together was even more intense.

Perhaps it's my overly verbal nature, but I've always enjoyed talking about the pain inflicted, the acts performed, the poses struck, the state of mind before, during, and after training or playing or punishment. Anyway, I'm rambling...

Originally posted by Peter2002
There is, as Etoile attests, a lot of wisdom to Catilana's words. Most of us are what we are, but that doesn't necessarily preclude a bit of variation. It's not something I've ever had much interest in, but the inspiration has struck once or twice.



I am an advocate for variation, but in this I still maintain it is not transferrable in pure essence. If able to switch, while still predominantly dominant, the perception of the experience is going to be coloured by aspects of your dominance, in other words a dominants experience of being a submissive, but nnever 100% the experience of a submissive being a sub. Similarly, the experience as sub or dominant is going to differ with each new partner, just as sex usually is in subsequent vanilla relationships. It is the interplay, as well as the individual personalities of each, which make up the finished experience. And I can well imagine, as a pain slut myself, why you may be preoccupied with the effects.

Catalina:D

Originally posted by catalina_francisco
I am an advocate for variation, but in this I still maintain it is not transferrable in pure essence. If able to switch, while still predominantly dominant, the perception of the experience is going to be coloured by aspects of your dominance, in other words a dominants experience of being a submissive, but nnever 100% the experience of a submissive being a sub. Similarly, the experience as sub or dominant is going to differ with each new partner, just as sex usually is in subsequent vanilla relationships. It is the interplay, as well as the individual personalities of each, which make up the finished experience. And I can well imagine, as a pain slut myself, why you may be preoccupied with the effects.

Catalina:D

The effects are intellectually delicious to me, which might explain why I so love pain sluts.:heart:

But here's what I learned from that experience. Well, here's what I think learned that was applicable not only to my girl but in some general sense to many submissives:

There is something extremely stimulating -- even if at times scary, or perhaps I should say aprehension inducing -- about having another person (in this case a lover) focus all of their erotic energy and imagination on you and only you. This wasn't a case of, "I'll tell you who I was thinking about if you'll tell me." It wasn't role play. That afternoon, I think I understood a bit better what made her -- and me -- tick. And I gave her an extremely long and extrememly slow caning to celebrate that fact.

It's still a memory of Proustian intensity.

Originally posted by Peter2002
The effects are intellectually delicious to me, which might explain why I so love pain sluts.:heart:

But here's what I learned from that experience. Well, here's what I think learned that was applicable not only to my girl but in some general sense to many submissives:

There is something extremely stimulating -- even if at times scary, or perhaps I should say aprehension inducing -- about having another person (in this case a lover) focus all of their erotic energy and imagination on you and only you. This wasn't a case of, "I'll tell you who I was thinking about if you'll tell me." It wasn't role play. That afternoon, I think I understood a bit better what made her -- and me -- tick. And I gave her an extremely long and extrememly slow caning to celebrate that fact.

It's still a memory of Proustian intensity.

Yes, I will be reminding myself how much I love pain when we begin to prepare to redo my cutting in the not too distant future. :eek:

C

Originally posted by catalina_francisco
Yes, I will be reminding myself how much I love pain when we begin to prepare to redo my cutting in the not too distant future. :eek:

C


I'm sure your master realizes what a lucky man he is. :rose:

-- Peter

Originally posted by Peter2002
I'm sure your master realizes what a lucky man he is. :rose:

-- Peter

Yes, we are both fortunate and make sure we remember to acknowledge that to each other every day. Sure wish more could experience this bliss.

C

Originally posted by shysexkitten
i just want him to know what i go through when he has me tied down i want him to know what goes through my head when hes spanking me and talking down to me. i want him to know what it feels like to be hes bitch and slave at any minute that he wants me to be at his will. He needs to know in order to appreciate me

I have been requested to try and put these feelings into prose... I will give it my humble best effort.

I want you to tremble, and know it is my doing. I want you give up control, and know that your trust is the most precious thing you have to give. I want you to feel... to feel the desire, the fear, the pain, and the release that you give me. I want you know the freedom of being bound, and the despair of knowing you are at my mercy. I want you to beg, and understand that it may be in vain. I want you to know me, to understand all that I bring to you, and how precious a gift I give.

posted by dearest niteshade ... I want you to know me, to understand all that I bring to you, and how precious a gift I give. He is shocked by her admission. Is she this clueless? Has she really no idea the pain he already carries. ‘Steady, boy, don’t give away any emotion. Don’t strike her. She is terrified enough, waiting, sweating, knees sore and beginning to quiver. God, she is beautiful. She thinks I’m angry, but I’m not, this is very funny. I must not laugh, he thinks. This could be serious. She is revealing something to me she has never revealed before. He paces around her and she continues her demure defiance, not looking away from the infinite spot on the ground before her. “Stay”, he commands and goes into his study. She hears him open his drawer and he returns with a ruler. “Put this under your knees while I think of how to respond to your request.” …

He goes to his throne, his lazy boy, where he adjusts his attitude and he ponders, ’How do I treat this? This is a free goddamn country and she is free to leave if she doesn’t like the way I treat her, but do I treat her so badly, or do I give her what she wants? She begs, I give. Now, she wants me to know how ‘it’ feels. Sheeit, dilemma. I enjoy my status, she makes me feel like the warrior that I am, not the fuckin’ compromising son of a bitch that society makes me feel. Pain? Don’t mean nuthin’! Don’t mean nuthin’. Don’t mean nuthin’. An old, stale, double negative. It means everything.’

‘I go through life like a raging bull and its too fuckin’ bad if the world if the world has turned into a china shop. Always I go the opposite direction from the crowd and always am I ready to fight. Never have I yielded.’

‘She is always there for me, always ready to help me coop, and now she has a bug up her ass. Why? What if she likes it? Sheeit, what if I like it? Its not like I don’t need my ass kicked, jesus, I need to be taught some humility! And her? What if she likes it, and what if she is good at it? What if she grows beyond me? Wouldn’t that be to my greater testament and glory?’

‘Besides which there is some motivation behind her request. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.’

He looks at her, his precious, her agony, her ecstasy. He wonders if he is cruel, and he decides. …

She hears him stand and re-enter his study, but this time the sounds are different. She hears the closet opening and the trunk being slide across the floor. She know which truck he’s opening. He is opening the trunk which she is not allowed to open. She hears the creak of leather from the old trunk, and she hears the lid close. He walks behind her and watches her. His precious. She suffers for him with complete unselfishness yet she is still so brave, so audacious. Audacity and bravery deserve reward, but now she needs to be taught a painful lesson. He know what he needs to do.

As she stares at the floor he throws a tool she’d never seen before, a tool she had no idea that he even had. It was a six foot bullwhip. Terror runs through her body, chills of fear …

“I’ve decided to grant your wish, however you must earn the right if you want to use me as your toy. Its already too late. Should you not comply our relationship will end. Its too late to change your mind, you go or you stay, you stay you play by my rules. Understand?

If you comply fully, the whip will not be used. If you do not, that whip will draw blood today.

Speak wench!" ...

**************

G'nite Chesty. Anybody wanna answer as 'the wench', please feel free. I got the rest of my fable ready, so whenever I get wound up.

What I'd really like is for kitten to respond now, with her thoughts, before I lay down the next part.

I don't think niteshade is real comfty demonstrating control, nor does she have that particular 'bug up her bum', but I'm nutz for her avatar. I'd truly enjoy having her continue with the excercise, but I'm afraid she struggles with the role, as I do.

da grunt, hurt that no one wants to interact on this thread, continues his story Speak wench!" ...She is terrified, terrified but thrilled when she sees the whip. Fear and excitement duel deep in her stomach. She know that she deals close to the edge, that she must obey perfectly. "I comply fully, Master, of my own free will."

He walks before her and removes her leash. "As badly as you deserve it I will not punish you now, as I don't particularly want those pesky endorphines stimulating you right now. Now stand." And she stands. "Let me smell your hands," and she presents her hands. He inspects them then brings them to his nose and inhales deeply. Wonderfully clean, smelling of delicate flowers and no hint that she may have been playing with herself. Her nails and cuticles are in good shape, she is not damaging herself. Excellent! "Spread your legs," and she does...

da grunt trying to write a friggin' story "Spread your legs," and she does... He falls to his knees before her and inhales the essence of her passion. His hands fall to her feet and deeply massage, his large hands engulfing her foot, each groove in his hand, each callous and ridge, each palm line and fingerprint, each pore and nerve ending pushing, constricting, expanding, like the body of a snake, always deeply always pushing towards the heart, all the while inhaling the lovely fragrance, so closely, yet untouched. His hands continue, around her ankles and up her calves, deeply, feeling every muscle, kneading that flesh, needing that flesh ...

da grunt, moving right along ...kneading that flesh, needing that flesh ... His hands work toward her knees. Her poor knees, so red, flat spots where she had squat on her own for so long, and an angry red ridge cut across both knees from his torment to her knees. Her precious kness.

He examines them closely and uses his thumb to explore the joints, searching for any damage, massaging with infinate care. He prostrates himself before her and kisses her knees and uses stiff lips to gently chew the angry red ridge and his tongue to lavishly caress those poor precious knees.

He returns to smelling her essence, her wetness, her desire. He continues to use his big hands to continually push up, toward the heart, leaving no vane nor untouched, but never allowing his fingers or thumb to taint the wonderful odor of her wanton desire.

He observes her face, she is chewing her lower lip, eyes closed and beads of persperation forming.

He lifts her left leg over his right shoulder and puts his nose as close to her pussy as he can, and he stretches his arm from under her and up her back until he can grab her braids. He takes both braids in his hands and pulls her head back, and as he does he stands holding her elevated. He puts her right leg over his left shoulder and hangs her back, even further. Then he tastes. oh god, she is wet, delicious, so sweet. He takes her clit in his teeth and chews while he sucks and rubs with his tongue. His lips chew on her pristine lips and his extends his tongue, knowing that he can find that very special spot. Find that spot he does, not caring how ridiculous his face must look in trying. He sensed her excitement. As he held her suspended he knew how close she was to climax.

"Master, please, Master, I must cum, oh please Master, please."

"Yes, wench, you cum while I tongue spank you," he commanded. He curled his tongue behind his top front teeth and snapped it down against her clit, and as she went though her climatic throws he tried to make the tongue snap harder each time and afterwards licked and groomed her precious twat.

"Damn, that was tasty," he said as he lowered her legs from his shoulders and then she was held, the full of her weight on the inside of his elbow. He rubbed his arm back and forth, like a twenty incher, pressing against her tender lips.

"Enough of this shit, time for your lesson" ...

He lowered her to the ground and land held her face so that he looked deeply into her eyes. "This is extremely important to me. You will have two tests, and if you fail both of these tests the whip will be used until blood is drawn, and in the end you will know some of what I know and I hope you will come to a realization. Sometimes the hardest lesson teaches the best. Are you ready?"

He tucks his tie into his white shirt, and stands relaxed, the forward foot facing his slave and his back foot perpendicular to it. His hands comfortable in front of him, with elbows bent. The Aikido stance, ready for anything. "Let me see your fist!" he commands. She shows him her fist and he takes her thumb and makes it tighter and he commands her, "You must make a fist a tight as possible, that way you don't damage your hand, and you damage the thing you're hitting more." When he is happy with her fist he commands, "Hit me!"

"Master, I cannot," she replied, "I cannot hurt you."

He laughs and says, in his deadly quiet voice, "You silly twit, thats the lesson. You can't hurt me. Now, goddamnit, you're going to hit me 50 times. If you do this adequately, and you try hard enough, I may bypass the second test, but you had better goddamn well give this your best shot! You will not like what happens if you don't try hard enough. Now, hit me!"

da grunt "Now, hit me!" She pulls back her right fist above her shoulder and swings an overhead shot to his left shoulder. "Pathetic. You hit like a girl. If you're going to be my vassal you'd better do better than that. Put your weight behind it. Again!"

da grunt "... Again!" [/B]She rares back and swings again, much like the first swing, but this blow hits him in the chest. He laughs. "Absolutely pa-fuckin'thetic! Turn around so I can show you how to hit," and he spins her around, and brings her elbows in and her fists where he wants them. "You can't hurt someone by swinging your arms unless you're really lucky. You have to put your bodies weight behind you and pivot from your waist, like this," and he shows her. "This is a jab, you use it to keep your oponent away, and you snap it out, like this ... and this is your power arm, after you set up with the jab you use you power arm ... this is a cross ... this is a haymaker ... this is an underhand ... this is an overhand ... you must get behind your punch ... okay .. better ... okay ... thats it ... okay ... ready?"

He turns her to again face him and commands, "Now hit me!"

Da Grunt, i am not sure how you do it but you seem to combind every fantasy i have into prose. Thank you for your service.. it is most kind. I just want him to understand the felling of serving him and the thoughts that race through my head when he says good girl. the thought that i have pleased him. i want him to understand what happens to me when i know that everyaspect of my life for the amount of time we are together is in his control and what he wants to do with my body he does. I have to trust him and thats what i want from him trust in me

Originally posted by shysexkitten ... I have to trust him and thats what i want from him trust in me Excellent! Thanks for the feedback. I will finish this story, and I will incorporate your last post, somehow, and I'd like for you to contribute your feelings at any time. I'm lousy at understanding the female mind, and when I prose in the feminine I'm likely full of shit, and my perception of a 'masterful' session may not be anyone else's. :rose:

da grunt cotinues his story ... "Now hit me!" Again she draws back the same right arm and swings a crazy overhead haymaker which hits him in the right bicep. Almost inperceptively he moves, turning his hips so that it is not her fist, but her wrist which strikes.

"Didn't I just try and teach you something? Damn, I've got to be able to trust you, and that means you've got to be able to protect my back. If you can't fight when you need to fight you are no good to me. I want you to be a savage, my savage. Now, fighting stance! Now jab, good, again, good, again, good, again, good, again, that's it you're getting the hang of it, now lets mix it up, jab, jab, punch, good girl, jab, punch, punch, excellent, but harder, try harder."

As he encourages her his body is alive under his shirt, moving slightly forward, slightly back, a little up, a little down, a tiny bit right, left, all his movement from the hips.

da grunt ... As he encourages her his body is alive under his shirt, moving slightly forward, slightly back, a little up, a little down, a tiny bit right, left, all his movement from the hips. "Harder, jab, jab, faster, punch, jab, now cross, get back and jab, punch, jab, punch, faster, faster, harder, faster, jesus you're weak, harder, faster, goddamn work, harder, harder, pick it up, come on, faster, faster, harder, harder, faster, damnit you've only got 10 friggin' hits left and you haven't qualified yet, not harder, faster, come on, don't stop, come on. Alright, cool, I think that's 50, you can stop now."

She is breathless from the exercise, he mearly watches her. She has not learned.

"Tomorrow, when you examine my body you will find no bruises, but you may find bruises on your forearms, which took the brunt of your misplaced blows. I would like to teach you to fight, I must teach you to fight because as weak as you are I could not count on you in a fight. Regardless, this is for later. Now you must pass another test. Are you ready?"

Originally posted by shysexkitten
Ok so my boyfriend and i have dabbled into the bdsm stuff a little with spanking, handcuffs, worshipping, begging and stuff and i love it i really do nothing turns me on more than that stuff. My question is that he likes sometimes when i take charge but yet he never seems to ever totally trust me or let down his gaurd anytime. He always has to be in charge or on top. I just want to break him one time and show him what ive got but i cant seem to do it. Have any suggestions? anything would help! Thanks!

Get into the mindframe early on. Like... the day before... ask him to pamper you as a beginning that he is to service you ...you are the top, the dom... for the next 48 hours. He baths you, he can't touch you... but you can touch him while he baths you, while you bath him ((erotically i mean)) Use firm but gently tone. Kissing, you kiss him, pull back often, lickhis lips, nibble them but he can't move his mouth, whisper on his lips give him permission that he can kiss you afterwards. Have him dress you... pick out what he is to wear. Time comes work? Can leave sticky notes in his car.
Tell him what you're going to do to him later on, what he will be doing for you later on, call him but don't get him in trouble, ask him to bring specific things home for the night... plan some light fun... (maybe blindfolding, hand tieing, wax, ice, whipcream, spanking play)... tell him all of this your plans ((this way he knows pretty much everything its in his mind all day, trust factor building)) , dress a sexy outfit, with your sexiest bra/pantie set... tell him to buy and bring home a new leather/lace whathave you black or red or whichever set tell him your size.

be firm, sexy, but dominant... do it lovingly and not just "i'm going to unexpectedly tell you to flip over and i'm going to jam something in your ass..."
((change my suggestions to what he does like, or does want you to do))

Make him dress you in your new outfit (if wearing an outfit) tell him to undress you down to however far you want. Undress yourself, play with your breasts etc... Wear thigh highs for the mix of skin and stocking... he has to foot worship, massage , kiss... but only how/when/where you say. Sit (( more comfortable, more casual then kneeling, make him feel more comfortable... )) on the bed him sitting on the floor ((not like you standing over him it brings it down to more personal level, comfortable))
... rub him with your other foot... tie his hands, maybe a blind fold ... play with the creams, lotions, wax, ice over his body... only you can touch him, he can't lift his palms off the bed (or tie his hands) slighlt oral, slight touching, make him so aroused he is harder then hard... playfully lightly maybe slap his thighs, or roll him over and give him a little massage and a few well placed slaps... talking to him the whole time "i enjoy the way your body reacts to my manipulations, i can feel the goosebumps rising to my fingers as I ________. I want to feel your skin warm... can i spank you... I want to..." and do, but lightly, maybe a little harder (adjust to where you guys are at)

pussy worship... have him lay down, you kneel over his face, give him directions, maybe grind yourself on him... make him use a toy, on you if you're into that as well. Eye contact.

Pick any position and you can still dominate him ((this is where I usually lose it... and we're both so turned on I get pounded anyway hehe and the roles are reversed)) and usually the words "i love what you had planned for me, you are wonderful, but all these thoughts you put in my head all day has only made me want to do _____________- etc...to you" and then we continue...

on your knees he goes at the speed and depth you want, he can't cum till you say so.. make him slide in so so so slowly, or only let his cockhead in...or let him build up speed let him enjoy it.. then tell him to stop... and flex your pc muscles around him, tell him he can't flex back...move yourself on him ...tell him he can't move.
Him on the bottom is easy, you're in control, he can only touch what when you say...you ride him, slip so so so slowly onto him-a little more till his cockhead is in eyecontact-slide down the rest of the way quickly... kiss him, deprive him, "around the world" on him, tell him you want to hear him want you, he has to ask you to dosomething he likes, play with that a little...rock your hips on him...tease him... he can't close his eyes.
Same for you on bottom or any of the other 100s of drivitives from these 3 positions.
Grab him, make him tell you what he is thinking, shush him, tell him you want to know what he feels, ask him what he wants and deprive him then give it to him suddenly.



Extend "topping from the bottom" basically...
continue... i can't type anymore... my mind is realing...

da grunt "... Are you ready?" "Yes, Master," she trembles, "I am obediant and I want to be able to fight for you, too. Teach me all you can, please. I am ready for your test. Do with me as you will."

He points to his jaw on the left side. "Here, this spot that I'm pointing to is quite tough. The muscles that make the mouth work are really strong. In a fight I will try and present that spot to my opponent, projecting where I want him to hit me. It usually works. This is where I'd prefer your test lands. Just one punch, as hard as you can - try for the sweet spot. Do you understand?"

da grunt " ... Do you understand?" "Not your face, please Master, anything but that, please, no, I beg you. Please, use the whip on me instead, oh please Master, please."

da grunt ... Please, use the whip on me instead, oh please Master, please.""The whip? On you? You must be kidding? That would be like going out and purposely 'keying' my motorcycle. Goddamn girl, I don't want to damage you. That whip is for you to use on me if you don't pass this test, so, godddamnit, you will try to pass!"

Again he asks, "Are you ready", and she stammers out a tiny 'yes'.

"Good, now fighting stance. Now draw your right back, get your body behind your arm, use all your weight, now strike."

She lets fly with all her might. POW

POW Her punch misses the sweet spot, and almost misses his face. Only her middle knuckles make contact with the full of his nose. Shocks of color and twinkle of stars reel the Master as his nose erupts in a crimson gush. Blood pours down, ruining the white shirt and his tie. He shakes his head to clear the cobwebs and laughs, laughs as one freed, as one in joy, as one in near bliss.

"Excellent, most excellent! You qualify my precious, you qualify. Damn, I've needed that for a long while. You did well girl."

"Do you know what I've tried to teach you here," he askes.

"Yes, Master, that I could never really hurt you, even if I wanted to hurt you."

"Oh, yes, you could hurt me, maybe not physically, but you could hurt me. Physically though, no chance. With some training we could turn you into a hundred eighteen pound lioness. You already have the lion's heart. I want a couple of things from you right now, to acknowledge my physical superiority, especially in mass and strength and want you to know that I would never had let you do this to me if I didn't trust you completely. Just as you must trust me, I must be able to trust you, and I believe I can. Now, you won, I'll be your boytoy for one hour, but first, I must clean up this bloody nose and get comfty. Attend to me in the shower, I'll want you to bath me and shave my cock and balls. Do you want me shaven headed, or this stubble. You may shave my head if you like."

da grunt takes a different tack POWHer punch hits his sweet spot, perfectly. His jaws are clenched as he watches the punch as it strikes. His head simply snaps a bit, he see's no stars, no cobwebs and he is suddenly saddened.

Buck it up, boy, buck it up. You friggin' well knew it would come to this. I just hope she learns from this and I'm not just a big godddamn showoff. As far as learning that she can't physically hurt me, that lesson should be learned now, but she still has the wild hair up her ass to 'let me know how it feels'. I need strength.

"Do you see the physical diffence between us? My mass and strength is all but overwhelming to your petite size, especially at your present training level, and you must understand that fact. The way for you to dominate me is not through conquest, but through your total submission. I will repay perfect loyalty with perfect loyalty. Do you understand these things I am saying?"

this story is great i cant wait to see what happens next... thanks da grunt you have really helped me a lot!:kiss:

posted by shysexkitten ... i cant wait to see what happens next... :kiss: "Now kneel! You may watch me if you like," he says. She does as instructed and he goes into the kitchen and opens a bottle of wine. He takes two glasses, an 8 ounce glass and a 4 ounce jelly glass for his precious, and filles both. He takes the wine to her and tells her, 'Drink!", and he resumes his throne for a moment's thought. His mind reals, as does hers. She doesn't understand why he isn't happy. Didn't she comply completely? She now knows his prowesss. She could never overwhelm him by force, but she has never wanted to do so. She no longer desired to hurt him. She would sooth his pain, she would absorb his pain, if only she could. She could ease his guilt and accept his punishment. If only she could. Could she? She watches his antimated face as he screws his eyes and forrows his brow, lost in thought, his own wine untouched.

So much to ponder, so close to making a mistake. Now, I know what I must do, but I am frightened. Frightened of what is to come and frightened of what will happen if I change my mind. I must be strong for her, and I must not fear. If I am honest with myself I must do more than allow her to see my pain, but to make the feeling of pain worse than the pain that I carry. The red mist, the blood, the violence, the death, the destruction, the deprivation, the fear and the loss. The loss of brothers, the loss of lovers, the loss of innocence. The grim reaper pounded on the door, and I threw the door open, and I survived the reaper. Fucking why? The enemies I've killed, how many sweethearts, how many mothers hearts did I break. Each of my dead brothers. Each I lied to, and to each I said they'd be okay, knowing each would die in my arms. Each and every one of those motherfuckers had more to offer than I, yet here I am, pondering self destruction. If I'm going to do this crazy thing I must focus and use this to purify my being. Who the fuck knows, maybe there is something of a soul left, if only I could find it, if only she could help me find it.

What is feeling?

da grunt rambling, pondering What is feeling?Who was the German dude once said, long ago, composure is understanding that feeling is only a passing intoxication of the soul which must not be taken too seriously lest it introduce needless disruption into life? If the soul can be intoxicated, can it not also be cleaned. What is my motivation? Harmony, goddamnit, not rage. The tranquility of my precious. I will trust her with this, she will minister as tenderly as she can. This will be a one time thing, so I must focus. One time. Each crack of the whip must represent something to me and either pay me for my wickedness or give me greater pain in order to forget the lesser pain. How will I tell her? She thinks this is about her desire for me to feel how 'it' feels. She wants to use me as a boy toy? Fuck, whadda I care? It might be fun, for shits and giggles. But then, how does she perceive me? If I humble myself before her will I lose respect in her eyes. Will she hesitate to submit? And hell's bells, what if she's good at it? What if, awww, shit, fear is the mindkiller. How will I tell her?

He finally took his wine glass and took big gulps. When his wine was finished he stood and commanded her, "finish your wine," and he walked to the whip and picked it up. "Stand," he commanded, as he untied the fine thong that held the coils together. "Go to the kitchen and get a few styroform cups."

He shakes loose the whip and does a weak underhand crack, 'POP'. He does an overhand crack, harder, 'KPOP', hardest, 'zZZKPOPP'. The loud crack vibrate the air in the room.

"Set the cups down and come here. I must show you how to use this thing. Are you ready?"

"Pay attention. This is a Mexican souvenir whip. Its 2 meters, 6 feet. For best effect you must stand about 8 or 9 feet away and stretch your arm and shoulder when you make contact. Your hand must be pointed at the target when you crack the whip and the follow through should be through the whip and all the energy expended at the tip. Are you up for this?" He takes her face in his paw and searches her eyes. He sees the fear, the terror, and the thrill.

"No Master, I'm not, please I beg you not to make me do this, please, I don't want to do this, you must not make me do this, I won't do this, I can't do this, please ... " She implores, pathetically.

Originally posted by da grunt "...I won't do this, I can't do this, please ... " She implores, pathetically. "Can't, or won't? You can and you will, I told you, its already too late."

He must be stern with her, he must be brave for her, he must demonstrate to her that she has his ultimate choice. How can she trust him if he doesn't fully trust her.

He studies her face, he searches her eyes, he sees many things, and still he sees the hint of thrill.

"Now we must practice. I'll be damned if I allow you to injure me through cluminess. Here, take the whip handle. Hold it like a golf club. Good, thumb out, straight down the stalk. When you're done with your stike your thumb should be pointed exactly at the place you want the whip to pop. No, no, try again, but snap your wrist before you aim your thumb. No, no. Come pn, I know you've popped a towel before. Same thing, but for this its an overhand instead of an underhand. Remember, where the pop is, thats the place, when you strike with the flicking end, and just the end pops on the target. Thats the way. Better. Good. Again. Good. Again. Look at you, breathing hard already, good girl. Good. Okay, I'm going to put one of these styroform cups on the back of this couch. Okay, try and hit it. A complete miss, try again."

She stands breathless, exhilarated by playing with the whip, already aroused. Her head high in her collar, her nipples erect, desire in her eyes. She shakes the whip back and focuses on the cup and swings ...

and the last 5 inches of the whip crush the cup.

"Bad, damnit, do better!" he growls, and replaces the cup. He goes to her and takes the whip. "Watch!"

He shakes the whip back and fires the whip out. ZZZAAPPPPT* - the cup disenegrates into foam pieces. "Like that!", and he returns the whip to her and goes to replace the cup.

"Ready, again" ...

I have been asked to add to this story, to give a female perspective, i will do as best i can.

"Ready, again..."

She obeys him yet again, snaping the whip forward, missing the cup again with a good deal of mental displeasure. She has a complete autonomic reaction to his requests, a machine responce to try to striaghten her arm, or flick her wrist right, as he tells her, as he wishes... Dispite her curosity to be more assertive, she sill cannot fight the need to respond as he wishes, his wishes quickly becomeing her own, as the stiff soarness from this new use of arms begins to nag her mussles. all of it stirring her to excitment

In her mind she has already questioned her reasons a thousand fold over.

"Why am i challangeing his dominance? Do i really want this...i tought i did..but i don't know...Is it a need to understand him, and in that understand myself..or is it something i'm compelled to... after all i am turned on by this, but it seems as if it comes more from his touches and his instruction.."

She glances up at him out of the corner of her eye, his hard male body, familar yet still full of mystery... she catches a glimpse of a grimmace on his face, a thoughtful look, if not a little torn. She has a wish fill her that he would stop this now, that he'd return to his chair and invite her to crawl up into his lap, tell her she's his little pet, with that same commanding voice that confesses his love. He wanted him to kiss her deeply, to touch her, and feel her...She wanted him to give her his pain, to emit i through his body, through his words, through the very look in her eyes, so she could in turn emit it into the cosmos, and then leave them in thier love.

She thinks back for a second on things she'd read, about the role of a soul who assumes the female body, how on the physical plain she is negative, actualy spirtulay postive..and the man the other way around. She thinks about her own soul...always the nagging feeling that the existentialist's were right..and that this was something she need earn. Had she earned it? she couldn't be sure...had Master earned it...from the hollow look in his eyes, the way he occasionaly illudes to the war...the way he moves among his fellow humans, with a form of well worn confidence, she would guess yes. Yes, he earned through pain, and this is what she wished to gain from him... For how could one who does not know the sting of life, the hardship of a life well wroght, ever be able to share that with the one he needs to later.

He leans over her, and slides his hand down her arm to the whip, his deep voice guiding her on how to move it, adjusting her error, guiding her to the way....His voice... causeing a shake with his whisper, that trails down her body and resounds in the folds of the lower parts of her body, in creasing the moisture...lifting her nipples... she closes her eyes and relishes the feeling of him leaning against her... she wanted to say to him a milllion things...to feel him take the whip from her hand ...to lay her down on the floor thier, face first into the carpet, and make her pay for her impudence.. she wondered if he knew how much she needed him....as she watched the tip of the whip fly forward and strike the cup, shattering it into a thousand pieces...

she felt supprised to see this happen...she turned, and looked at her Master happy at finaly haveing completed the task before her...smileing, then he turned and looked back at her...she wasn't sure what to make of his face now...was it? worried?

an excellent post by Howling_Ire ... then he turned and looked back at her...she wasn't sure what to make of his face now...was it? worried? He studies her, her heaving breasts, the beads of sweat, her tiny hair sweated down. Look at her. How beautiful she is, how dedicated. The look of thrill resembles the look of defiance, but still her eyes say no. Why the fuck couldn't I have been satisfied with her punch. Shit, she tried hard. Why can't I hold her and just fuckin' cry. I mustn't let her know. How much I need her, need her just to hold and to let me cry. But, I said something and I've got to stick with it. Focus - what do I want from this? To cry? If I just dropped my silly facade, goddamn, why is my facade such a fuckin' fortress?

"Again, you must hit the cup with the crack. Let me try and help you," and he stands behind her, his one arm around her waist and the other along her whip arm. Like this he shakes the whip loose and, his hand over hers, lashes the whip and destroys the cup. "Easy, huh? Do it again." and he places a fresh cup ...

she felt him...his clothed body..his warmth..she had failed till that moment to realise how cold she was, how eager to feel him close to her... a tear fell from her eye...it triped and traced in wet snails trails to her nose, then she sniffled a littel bit..shaken...watching him place the cup...her arm still out stiff from the last stroke..the stroke he had guided her with....she looked at how little and pale her arm seemed to be....how little she was, expeicaly next to him....she felt very naked at this moment...almost hollow

she pulled the whip back to her chest, between her breasts, holding it thier for a moment...the hard leather pressing against her skin, she straightens herself slightly...stirs herself in her passion...and extends her arm again..soft and pale....womanly in the lights, holding the shaft of the whip, she calls on her mussle memory, wills into being the action, and extends her arm as he has taught her...in a graceful move strikes the whip, and hits the cup... destroying it...casting it into a hundred white pieces....she then closes her eyes and brings the whip to her chest, toucheing it between her breasts, shivering softly..as another tear casts down her cheek....feeling a growing want...she becomes brave and asks him:

"Sir, did i....did i do well?"

by Howling_Ire "Sir, did i....did i do well?" "Most excellent! You're ready, my precious, at least your skill is ready. Please listen, I see you crying, and I know that you don't want to do this, but since you made your request I've been thinking. I'm tired of going through life, carrying the guilt from all the evil I've done, or not done, I'm tired of being angry. I need to be broken down. I need to cry. I need to show you my sobs, I need for you to share my sobs, I want you to punish me, to love me, to forgive me and to continue to love me. I am completely devoted to you, my precious, and I've never shared this with anyone. I want you to try and purify my soul."

she turns to him, studying him for a moment, wondering for a moment if this was a joke...if he didn't mean it, and then realiseing he did.... how could she deingh him...after all he'd given her....after all he'd shared... and after s he'd dared to ask. she stiffened, held herself more errect, more ridged...forceing a mask of calm over her face..covering a whorl pool of emotions. now more then ever she had to be his strong girl...she has to be his preshious gift.

she walked over to him with a confidence that amazed even her, slow driven steps...she reached her hand to his face, so high up...then collected his chin on her forfinger, running her thumb from the center of his bottom lip down to his chin, and gently tilted his face down, while reaching hers up..and planted a soft kiss on his forhead...she then steped back and looked at him....

"Mas....I will do this for you..I can see it in your soul that you need this from me...and in my love for you i have always given you what it was i felt you needed..."

her voice broke and she choaked back her tears for a second..then collecting her composure she then stiffened, and continued "but our current states of dress will not do.... as i have requested you will now submit to me, and i will no longer look the bitch....you will remove your clothes this second, fold them neatly, and place them on the floor before me...then you will go and fetch me that little black leather dress you so enjoy, present it to me, so that i may put it on...and i will have something else for you to do at that point... do you understand me?"

He laughs deep and long, a joke only he understands. "Oh god, you're wonderful. Audacity is fucking wonderful. Oh, you are so dang precious. No, not yet child. I'll not be your pet yet. I call the shots and I have a plan. It just occured to me. You earn the privledge now. You stop when I bleed, or I tell you to stop."

Still in his white shirt he goes and stands against the wall, arms above his head. He tries to make every muscle in his body hard as he says, "Strike."

She turns her head to the side slighly, lettin gher hair fall over her face, hideing her rosey cheeks.... hopeing you didn't notice..hopeing you didn't see that dipite everything you've done together, everything you've said to her..you can still bring that flush to her face.

she then looks at you for a second with an unsure smile, the red fadeing from her face..she mutters "but your nice white shirt....don't you want to..." and she catches a nod to the negative from you.... she sniffles... straightening herself...she raises the whip, fighting to relax her body, streaching to find the courage... she focus on the section of your back between your shoulders...as more tears stream from the corners of her eyes before..she draws in a quick breath...straightens her arm...and brings the whip to lash against your skin...the strike makes her shiver to her core, causes her tears to run more..as she looks at the rip it has made in your shirt...knowing how the things you had done to her in the past had made her sting..wondering how much it made you burn....

she raises her hands and strikes you several more times, each one with a more confident... sure strike... feeling herself strangely aroused by the act...the knowledge that she is pleaseing you on some level stiring this inside of her.... evil thoughts of rubbing oil into your baack to ease the pain lather...tentelating places in her mind.....wondering what will happen to her next...what punishment she will recieve for boreing into you... she lets the whip rest against your back again and again..., her arm and wrist becomeing very tired from the unfamaliar exhersion....

posted by Howling_Ire ... her arm and wrist becomeing very tired from the unfamaliar exhersion... With the first blow his mind flashed white in pain, but mearly his grunt escaped his lips, but in his mind the time factor was instantly tripped. Each second became a nano-eternity. He visualized all the faces. All the lies. All the broken hearts. The pictures of lover's, never to meet again. Fire, burning villages, burning flesh. Fear, terror. Hunger, deprivation. His body began flinching and yielding with each blow. oh my god, please bleed now, do it, bleed, I'm fuckin' sorry ...His grunts became whimpers ...

she heard his whimpers..they struck her to her core..sending another shiver into her...would he be pleased...coudln't he say mercy...could he just please start to bleed... she'd give her very soul to know what was going on his mind...then finaly, as the whip let into his skin again..the air moveing the tattered bits of shirt, she saw it on the cloth...a streak of crimson...she felt a studden spark of heat between her legs...knowing she'd stayed strong this far..knowing she'd done what he'd asked... even if it was hurting him, even if it was one of the hardest things she had ever done...the blood... a sence of deep erotic satisfaction..and empathy for the plight of her Master..her love... at this moment..above all...

The whip layed limp on the ground.... she droped it from her hand....she uttered, between some light sobs....(was she still crying?)
"Si..Sir you are bleeding...I have done what you asked... what do you need more"

She looked at him..noticed how he was leaning against the wall for strengh..his body shakeing slightly from the pain... his arms not held at high as they were..she was supprised she had not struck him with the whip... she stirred remembering that shakey excitment he'd instilled in him before...

she wondered..in her core...a minor flood of excitement
"what is next? what will he do....will he turn around and grab me..will it by my turn at the end of his whip? will i learn he can fill me with just as much pain..will he finaly let me sooth him..let me suffer and give him freedom from his own pain?"

He fell against the wall. God, she beat me like a dog.

He goes to his knees, head bowed. Deep sobs wrack his body. He knows she wants to attend to him and he wants to share this with here. He looks at her, tears streaming down his face, he tries to talk, but can't. He nods and she knows to come to him. She joins him on his knees at the wall. They hug, his face buried at her collar. "You beat me like a fuckin' dog." He sobs. "Like a dog. Thats what I wanted girl. You did perfectly." He stands and brings her to his feet with him, and looks deeply into her eyes, seeing her soul. He places his hand to the back of her head and grabbing her hair, pulls her face to his and kisses her deeply. He wipes his face on her face, his tears to her tears.

"God, I love you. You're my most precious gift. Don't let it go to your head, though," and he laughs, a laugh she rarely hears from him, a laugh of joy.

He stands and removes his tie, and his shirt and his undershirt. Numerous injured pores were beginning to ooze blood. Not one place, only one place was torn, but a dozen other places had angry marks where purple skin melted slow blood. Put your hand on the blood and mark the shirt where I bled through." ...

Originally posted by da grunt
Put your hand on the blood and mark the shirt where I bled through." ...

She places her hand on the spot where the blood is oozeing.. then she moves her hand back and looks at it for a second...she coo's... she then smiles at your statement...

"Thank you Master, ...i love you too...i didn't want to do anything to hurt us..please...let me tend to your wounds"

She takes in a deep breath, hopeing her words will not annoy you...concerned at the mess she's made of your back...

by Howling_Ire ... concerned at the mess she's made of your back... "Yes, good girl, we'll take care of the wounds, don't worry. I'm almost composed. I have needed that for so dang long, needed to be taught some dang humility. I want you to do an artsy craftsy thing and mount the bloody shirt in a frame. I want your handprint on it, too. I want it to be your gift.

Now, you've earned your privledge. One hour. I'll be your boytoy. You can do with me as you will. I've never been a boytoy, so I'll await your pleasure."

she smiles at you and helps you get the shirt off, being careful to perserve the hand print, so she can make you a piece of art like you requested... she then the tip of her index finger softly across one of the marks on your back, watching you shiver for a second from the pain.

she then moves and looks up at your face, realiseing that she has you to do whatever it is she desires for an entire house... then says in a giggly voice "well..uhh..you should....... GO DO THE DISHES!"

Then she sits down in your throne/lazyboy, thowing one of her legs across the arm of the chair, leaveing her ex blatently exposed to you, letting you see the wet marks on it and her thighs, then says "and maybe if you do a good job i'll let you play with me a little bit"

by Howling_Ire ... GO DO THE DISHES!"

Then she sits down in your throne/lazyboy, thowing one of her legs across the arm of the chair, leaveing her ex blatently exposed to you, letting you see the wet marks on it and her thighs, then says "and maybe if you do a good job i'll let you play with me a little bit" Yes, Ma'am. Shall i leave my pants on, Ma'am?

by da grunt Yes, Ma'am. Shall i leave my pants on, Ma'am? She looks incredulously, but see's his mischievious smile and shes him removing his trousers, briefs and socks. She looks at his cock. It does not look like it has been having a lot of fun, scrotum pulling balls in tight, cock fully compressed. He laughs as he scratches his balls and massages his cock, and while looking at his precious', and her exposure and with but a squeeze, or two, it was fully relaxed, ready to go erect, hanging proud.

He goes to the kitchen, and without asking permission, pours one glass of wine into a wine glass. This he brings to her, "Ma'am," as he presents it to her. He returns to the kitchen and begins the dishes. He doesn't opt for the dishwasher, but to do them by hand. Only hot water. She watches, amused, as he uses too much detergent, but it appears that he is making an attempt to at least not use a ridiculus amount of detergent.

Dirty dishes? Why were there dirty dishes in the sink? Very unusual. Had this been part of her plan? He pondered.

As he bent his head to scrub and rinse, his shoulders hunched, occasionally pulling them backwards to ease the burning pain. He felt her eyes on his back and wondered her thoughts. Had he achieved his goal, what had she learned. he wondered if he had learned. Now, with the hot water of the sink and his time to reflect while he worked. How tranquil he was, how at peace. Is that enough? Will it last? I've been punished now, severely. She will forgive me. Can my slate be clean now?

He deligently finishes the dishes, the proceeds, without asking permission, to dry. ...

she watched him clean the dishes with a blatent enjoyment.... she always liked to look at his bottom, he has a very nice ass. she siped her whine for a minute...and then looked at the liquid in the glass, realiseing that she probably should have gotten onto him for bringing her the glass with out her asking... she's not very good at this...she'd given this a good deal of thought..realised she wanted to push him..wanted him to get a taste of what she went through every day, maybe if not just to appreciate her a little more.... she'd been so worried about his approval all day she'd been silly enough to let the dishes pass till he got home... was he mad about that...her skin shivered slightly as she thought about what her punishment for all this would be.... she had a funny feeling a spanking wasn't the least of what she was in for...and she was anticipateing it...feeling her nipples grow slightly erect at the thought


but still she watched his mussles move as he did this silly domestic thing, she watched him stumble with the soap, and clink things around alot more then she ever had...she even was afraid he drop a plate or two... sitting thier...she grew to hate it...she had gone over this moment in her mind...what she do, what she wouldn't...but she was haveing to hold herself not to just give it all up, to throw herself at his feet, and hope the night could just be over...

she found herself standing and walking up to him..she took a liberty she had always wantd to and softly ran her hand across his firm male ass, watched him flintch a little bit, she brought the glass to her lips and drank the last of her whine, her arm holding his waste softly,like she'd wanted to do before..only now mindful of his marks...she put the glass on the counter, he looks at her with an odd look, and then picks it up and washes it out..

she opens her mouth and speeks, her voice sounding raspy as if it hadn't been used in awhile 'you're doing a good job, but i think your dish washing techniques are a little lacking, i guess you really weren't made out for this domestic stuff" she looked up at him and smiled hopeful that the joke would not upset him...she thought she saw a smile in his eye...she then leaned her head on his chest and sighed, closeing her eyes.

"i'm so glad to be with you, Sir."

by Howling_Ire ... "i'm so glad to be with you, Sir." "And it is this humbled one who is glad. I remind my Mistress that She has 40 minutes left to the hour. Do you yield this time? Am I done being a boy toy?"

Originally posted by da grunt
"And it is this humbled one who is glad. I remind my Mistress that She has 40 minutes left to the hour. Do you yield this time? Am I done being a boy toy?"



she looks at you with the cutest face she can muster, holding her infront of her together, she nerviously says "iiiii...i thought i could do this....but i can't figure out what to do with you...i wouldn't even begin to know how to make you beg..and i think i've realised i wouldn't like it..i only ask that you not go to hard on your girl tonight..."

she says hopeing this earns her one nasty spanking..because she thinks she probably needs it, and really does want it.

by Howling_Ire ... and really does want it. "Excellent, child. You've learned that lesson exceptionially well. Now, attend to me in the shower. I want you to bath me and shave me and attend to my back. To be very honest, I am feeling spent, and at peace. I haven't felt this contented in a long while. I know you have needs, but tonight, help me, tell me your needs. And tell me why there were dirty dishes in the sink? That is assuredly an infraction for which you must pay. Is there an explaination? Audacity will earn you points, but oversight will earn you stripes."

"sir...i...i..."she stammers, " kinda watned to watch you do some chores..cause..i dunno i was thinking that would be sexy...but now i'm thinking maybe that wasn't a good idea... and that a day or two from now my hide is going to look like a candy cane, sir"

she says giving you a soft worried look.

by Howling_Ire ... she says giving you a soft worried look. "Honesty is always best. You will pay. Now, shower ..."

"yes Master," she says as she then turns and goes to the bathroom

first she leans over and draws the hot water, bending over with her legs apart so that you can enjoy the view as she does so...she occasionaly moves her hand under the stream to check to see if it is to hot or to cold, feeling it'ss just right she then moves aside, and prepares the lather, soap, and shampoo she will use to clean you.

then she stands to the side, with good posture, sticking her breasts out slightly for your enjoyment
"sir i'm ready for you to inspect the water"

she watches you lean over a little bit to make sure it's to your likeing, she nods and smiles as you both step into the shower...she feels herself grow a little excited..seeing that she gets to touch your naked body... she then takes the shampoo and runs it through your hair which you have wet, with a great deal of attenton she runs her fingers through your hair, lathering it, enjoying the feeling of being pressed against you as she does so.

then she takes the soap and works it into a lather, first she cleans your soar back, makeing sure to wash the wounds well, least her poor Master get an infection, she is careful makeing sure to hurt you as little as possible... she then moves over your chest, washing your face, arms, under your arms, and then moveing down to lather your stomach and buttox..feeling herself getting very wet and excited form getting to lather your body..wondering if she'll ever grow tired of getting to touch you.

she then moves down and pays a graet deal of attention to your cock and balls, seeing you get a little excited she can't help but smile...feeling that it's mutual...she then licks the less soapy tip, jumping a little when you smacck her cheek and say "not now slave"

she then moves down and washes your thighs and legs..then your feet..between your toes..loveing that she gets to touch your body...

she then watches you as you rinse off the soap, wishing she'd get to double check to see if you're clean with her tongue

by Howling_Ire ...wishing she'd get to double check to see if you're clean with her tongue "Good, get it nice and hard before you shave it. I want it as slick as your pussy lips. Get my balls, too, especially around the cock. If you really wanna earn your stripes, go ahead and nick it. You're already in enough trouble!"

My personal feeling is that it's too bad this thread went the way of a story - I think the earlier discussion would have been interesting to follow.

Originally posted by Etoile
My personal feeling is that it's too bad this thread went the way of a story - I think the earlier discussion would have been interesting to follow. awwwwww :p

Originally posted by da grunt
awwwwww :p I didn't say the story was bad - just that I think the discussion would have been good.

Originally posted by Etoile I didn't say the story was bad - just that I think the discussion would have been good. There had been plenty of opportunities, and I had hoped that by doing this episodically it would infer invitation to any who were audacious enough. You may note that a couple place during the story I have encouraged participation.

I case you hadn't noticed, this has become an excercise for me, not shy, who started this thread. Ire is performing beautifully and she's a definate asset to this board.

Feel free to knock on the door, we'll invite you in. :devil:

She gets your cock nice and hard and watches as she sees you are happy with her performance but knows that no performance will get her out of teh decipline she was later to receive. She watches you lean over while you inspect the shave.... it is to your pleasing so you nod with delight. she smiles to your delight and is glad that she has pleased you. She kneels as you step out of the shower and tell her to shower herself and to make sure her pussy lips are smooth as she will be inspected. She quickly showers making sure her pussy lips are clean and smooth. Stepping out of the shower you command her to stand in the middle of the room arms spread for inspection. Pacing around her in circles glancing over every inch of her body and lightly careesing her pussy just to make sure she was on edge... noticing that she is a little too excited you give her a nice slap to remind her that punishment is near......


Hi Da Grunt sorry its been too long ive been away for awhile but hers my best shot and story writting......:kiss:

by shysexkitten ... she is a little too excited you give her a nice slap to remind her that punishment is near ... "You naughty kitten, you know the time is close, don't you? Now go to my pull-up bar." And he gives her a good smack on the ass to get her on the way.

The pull-up bar was put in a doorframe, and it was put in for his height. Just for her to reach it she must stand on her toes, and then only her fingers wrap the bar. She stands there, completely vulnerable, feet aching to extend further, unable to relax.

He goes to the room and returns, wearing his short kimono, open and loose in the front so his cock is ready whenever, or covered if desired. He brings his crop. She watches him approach, watches him zzinging the crop through the air, testing the balance.

"Do you want a blindold?"

no sir...i want to witness what i deserve sir. i shall not hide from my punishment. what i did was wrong and now i shall pay

by shysexkitten ... and now i shall pay "Good, because I wasn't going to allow it anyway. You saw my back. You beat me like a dog. Like a fuckin' dog! Because you did well, I will punish you well. Severely. Tenderly. "

He uses the crop. Not to whip, but to touch. To feel. To explore. To seek. Each spot. To find the spot she is so afraid of, that spot that she so desires. He walks behind her, the crop his extension, feeling her wrists, her hands, her forarms, her biceps, ah, the tender flesh of her underarm. No she is afraid there. That is a spot.

Her back is ready. She expects the back to be struck. She is unafraid, and she is unafraid on her ass. She wants the stripes on her ass, on her back, on the back of her legs. The crop explores and he watches her every expression, the eyes rolling back in passion, like a shark before biting, her lower lip, being sucked, sweat forming on her lip, on her temples, on her forehead.

The crop explores. Her hips, her waist, oh, that fine belly, oh, she likes. Up her defined ribs. The joy of her breasts. She the sweat beginning to form and roll. The crop traces the soft roundness of her tits, the flap playing with the nipples, gently wisping the areola. She is resigned. She knows her breasts will be abused, she is ready, she is more than ready, she wants it now. Her impatience is his satisfaction. But he has not yet found that spot. That spot she worries most about ...

the crop explores lower and lower tapping on every inch of her body, tormenting each part that it touches. the crop brushes her inner thighs she is afraid, the crop moves toward her pussy and fear finds her eyes the crop flicks her clit and she worries what your next move is.......

by shysexkitten her clit and she worries what your next move is ... She know he will work her pussy. She knows, worry is irrelevant. The crop forces her legs apart, making her feet strain even more to hold the bar. Gently he flicks the crop, testing, exploring, watching ...

watchign the fear explode in her eyes hoping that he will smack her ass hoping that he will be gentle but in the same time knowing that the punishment will be severe and no where near gentle. The crop explores her pussy and lightly tapping her clit. she begins to squirm and he realizes its going to take more than her own dicipline to hold her down for this punishment:kiss:

by shysexkitten ...its going to take more than her own dicipline to hold her down for this punishment:kiss: He watches. He see her strain, the ankles begin to twinge, sweat rolls freely, she will not be able to hold the bar longer. She must. He will make her.

The crop continues to explore. Her legs, the backs, the fronts, both she expects to be punished. But look, when the crop touches the back of her knees, how sensitive, godddamnnit - look at her ankles strain, yes, it is almost time.

He looks at the clock ...

she watches him as he glances at the clock wondering what thoughts float through his head....how long it would be til he would make his move and she knew it was near

by shysexkitten ...she knew it was near He watches. He sees her hand slip, her fingers give way, wet from sweat, the bar slick. She knows he sees. She expects the crop to sing. She waits, but he takes his other hand, and, making a fist, with his thumb stiff and erect, and places his fist on her shoulder and rolls the thumb into the nerve ganglia. The pain is excuriacting. He controls her with only a thumb. Of her own violution she is immoble, yet she reacts to his thumb. Her hands return to the bar.

"I will tie you later, for now you will not move your hands again." he growls.

With her hands return to position he again practices with the crop, making it sing in the air. Singing its song before it demands its dance ...

Veronica knocks on the door, and stares at the wood for a second... She hopes her friend Kitty is home, and will answer the door... Her relationship with her exboyfriend had gotten rather old.... people had seen her leaveing him comeing for awhile now...even they had..he slept on the sofa, she slept in the bed...they fought almost every day.

so Kitty and her boyfriend had offered her a place to stay..she paused for a second as she tried the bell again...shivering at the thought of her boyfriend...thier was something about the man..a very comanding apperance..somethng about him she couldn't place..and the way he always called Kitty girl...thier was something sexy about that...

She crossed her arms feeling very insecure... after all she wasn't dressed very well...old baggy pants, a t-shirt she'd thrown on at the last minute as she ran out the door..her bag at her feet with a few loosely packed things, some clothes...she wondered if she had actualy grabed a bra...she certinaly had forgotten to put one on...

by Howling_Ire ...she certinaly had forgotten to put one on... "Well, jesus h keerist, who the fuck, awwwwdamnit. Shit. Don't you move. Damnit, I'll be able to tell!"

He pushes his cock down and pulls his kimono together. He goes to the door. There is a peephole. A fuckin' peephole, are you shittin' me? He opens the door to find Kitten's friend. Vic, Ver , what the hell waz her name? Kit told me she'd been having problems. What to do?

"Hi, how're doin?"

she steped back for just a second..she had a very sudden realisation that maybe she had come at a bad time..she'd have called if she had thought to..but she was more intresting in just finaly getting the hell out of that house..

she looked at him and felt very old for a second, her face stiff from where she'd been crying..what was his name?...she collectd herself and said

"hi..i don't know if you remember me..i'm Veronica, Kitty's old school mate... is she around..i kinda...need to talk to her..i'm sorry i didn't call, but she said if it got bad again i could come over, and..eh...i don' tknow if i can go back..but if i'm interupting you i can maybe see i f i can't fin somewhere else to go..i...i...i'm osrry to come over to so late...he just ccame home an..."

she shut up, feeling her face grow red, suddenly very embarised as she realised he wasing wearing much..and maybe this haddn't been a good idea..she didn't know if Kitty had told him much of what was goign on..but...she didn't know what else to do at this point...though thier was something about Kitty's boyfrined standing thier very strong, seemingly possessive ofa ny space he was in..she felt ther nipples gt al ittle hard..she quicky crossed her arm to cover it..

by Howling_Ire ... she quicky crossed her arm to cover it.. "Shhhh, its alright. You're welcome here. Kitten has told me of you. Do you know Kitten is a submissive? Do you know I am her dominant? I would be delighted to have you come in, but you must know Kitten is being punished. You may walk through the house and into the guest room if you'd like"

She's terrified of me. Let's she how she reacts to raw honesty?

Originally posted by da grunt
"Shhhh, its alright. You're welcome here. Kitten has told me of you. Do you know Kitten is a submissive? Do you know I am her dominant? [/B]

Vernoica's face turns insanely red, she just kinda looks at him for a minute, dumb struck..she'd heard of submissives and dominants..she'd seen things on the internet,and she'd been rather intreagued by it... was taht the hesitation, was that why she felt a s udden thrill..could he tell? oh dear...and then her thoughts turned to cute little Kitty... she'd always been a rather soft spoken nice girl..she'd have never guessed..but allof a sudden her affinity for c hoakers and odd social schedual made a little more sence...she stuggled to collect herself, Kitty? she was just so supprised...

"You mean sweet little Kitty who nearly fainted w hen we had a panty raide in college likes to..."

Suddently the whole thing struck her as rather funny and she laughed for a second...then she reached down and picked up her back, a little nervious she looked at him, wondering if her knew who close her and Kitty used to be...
and not sure of what to do next.
"look, i appreciate it, thank you,...frankly you and Kitty can do what ever you like in the bedroom...but i just..need some place to be right now that isn't back at my old house..i. can't take living with him anymore...we just don't work..he's so mean... "

she suddenly got quite as he lead her into the house, realiseing she was following her old nervious habbit and talking to much..she then looked at him for a second and wondered if

by Howling_Ire ... and wondered if He watched her embarrassment with glee. he watched her smile. A smile on a face where tears lay so close, beauty in paradox. His heart, his tremendous heart, open to everyone who need, this heart melts. He looks into her eyes. He sees all, the embarrass, the fear, the shock and surprise. He sees her, conspicuosly keep her eyes from his hemline.

"Come in. You must pass Kitten, however. I want you to see. Kitten, you may say hello to your friend if you wish."

she suddenly got quite as he lead her into the house, realiseing she was following her old nervious habbit and talking to much..she then looked at him for a second and wondered if

He was as wonderful as she had heard. Would He let her watch? What would He do? Just look at those broad shoulders! He was a mans man, and no to ways about it! He was so sexy, but what was He doing? Where was He taking her? She was overcome by desires she knew nothing about and so continued to follow.

by thegirl ... and so continued to follow.He realizes the window is open. The window is open. Open into the soul, into desire, into lust. He wants to be seen.

She felt a little embarisment...he seemed to be takeing things well though, at least he wasn't angry at her for showing up so late unannounced..always haveing to fight that southern hospatality thing her mother had instilled int oher.she followed him slowly down the hall, and couldn't help but pause and stare as they passed kitty hanging from a pull up bar attacched to the top of the door, bare naked, and looking a little embarised/hot and bothered

the sight stirred something in Vernonica, made her feel a little turned on...she managed a slight smile and said "so how are yah hanging Kitty?"

she then looked over at Kitty's Dom, who had been stareing at her the whole time and gave him an odd smile, hopeing he'd have a good sence of humor...she griped her bag even tighter, her knuckles white, she was more then a little nervious from seeing her old friend hanging thier...and she had to admit, she was a little envious of what a nice ass Kitty had.

by Ire ... a little envious of what a nice ass Kitty had. His stare was chagrin, and from chagrin to a full smile, a smile that threatened to rip his face, he laughed, deep, from his belly. "You precious child. Fuckin' 45 seconds and I fuckin' adore you! Sit! Elsewise do as you wish, but you will see me administer her punishment! Goddamnit! You'll see how to fuckin' submit. Fuck! Only if you want to be happy. Sit!"

Originally posted by da grunt
[B Only if you want to be happy. Sit!" [/B]

She sits. She stares. She waits. She wonders. The awe grows inside and the terror subsides, as she watches her friend. The look on her face speaks volumns yet nothing is fully told. Her heart beats faster, she regains control and a new light dawns.
She wants to know more.

"wwaaaaatch her get punished...i g uess....suuure why not...ok" she looked at him, his smileling face ddin't really put her off anymore... she leaned up agaisnt the wall for a second, then slid down it slowly, tuckign her knees up by her chin, she rested and watched him go to work...she wondered what exactly it was she was going to see...and why exactly her friend was being "punished" but she watched it with a kind of sick fascination...slightly excited by the prospect.

by Ire ... excited by the prospect. Kitten is humiliated. Here she is, hanging from the bar. She knows he told her not to move, and she knows he admires audacity and appreciates justification in his punishment.

Kitten glows bright red in her humiliation. Here is Kitten, hanging in front of her college chum, humiliated by a beastial looking man, intent on her subjectaton. In her humiliation Veronica nor grunt hear her utterances

He goes to her and removes her hands, two together in his single paw, and he snarls. The snarl of a cat on the prey.

He foreces and holds her hands down, as he stands on his tiptoes to examine the bar. Yes, he sees the fingerprints in the cold crome. He looks into her face. He sees her desire, her eagerness. He looks at Veronica as he cups his hand over Kitten's wet, sopping cunt, using it's juices, flowing freely to spread around her clit, her lips, her asshole.

He looks at Veronica, he studies her nipples, free from bra, yelling to the world of her arousal.

Again he takes to the crop, and for Veronica's sake, again zzings the horse whip, making it pop, not like a crop but as a whip ...

She sat stunned by the sight before her. Her desire to know more was greater than her desire to run. She watched as kitty showed her acceptence of the events, admired her spirit, and her spunk. She wished she could be like kitty, and yet that fear held her back. Fear always held her back. She bit her lip...

[QUOTE]Originally posted by thegirl
[B]edited to say Oops!!!

Originally posted by thegirl
She, She bit her lip...

He, says "is that your friend?', kitten responds " yes, Master".
then " Go to her, make her feel welcome!" "That's Right, you know what to do!"
Kitten looks into her friends eyes, pleading with her, please go along with this.....
then Kitten begins to kiss her..... Sofltly at first, then with passionate force, feeling the response from her college friend, kitten begins to strip her griend of her silk blouse...

Originally posted by da grunt

He looks at Veronica, he studies her nipples, free from bra, yelling to the world of her arousal.


She watched with a fix fasination...a supprise...she'd felt herself grow aroused slightly at his growl..that deep manly assertion.. she lossened up and sat more comfortable.. watching as he spanked her former college friend..watching as her use dher that way....a longing was growing inside her, almost like the begening of th eanswer to something she felt like she had been missing...yes thier was this amazeingly rough man standing over her friend, domniateing her, but thier was an underlying tenderness, a concern..


he kept looking at her, almost right through her...she felt herself grow more excited at this..what was it he wanted havein her watch this? a million things raced through her head..she was tired..she wondered how much more she co uld take today... her hair fell into her eyes and she pulled it out....watching him pop her friends ass..the growing red marks..she felt a warmth between her legs that almost betrayed her... she was still a little embaried...and almost sure he had noticed how hard her nipples were

she look at the opening of his Komono...and realised he was rather excited by the whole deal, she rested her hand on her forhead for a second and wondered how much more odd today could get, exciteing, but odd.

by Howling_Ire ... her hand on her forhead for a second and wondered how much more odd today could get, exciteing, but odd. Grunt was aware. Aware that his friend thegirl was watching from the window. Are that his friend coca~cola had snuck up on her. He was aware of Kitten's dire need of discipline, and of the realistic action of relieving her aching legs. Grunt was aware of Veronica's desire. He would see more of her desire ...

by da grunt ... He would see more of her desire ... Grunt knew coca~cola would roger thegirl, the mystery of unknown desires would conquer all.

He fingerfucked Kitten as he watched Veronica. He watched as Veronica lost Veronica's control, watched as Veronica's hand went to her breast, watched as her breathing increased. Watched as she did the same dang thing Kitten did, chew on her lower lip, suck it, like it was her own mama's tit. ...

She looks at His aroused manhood and becomes excited herself. She feels her desire grow as she watches Him. His movements, His expressions, His enjoyment of the scene before Him is obvious. She looks away for a moment, thinking, then decides.

She is going to shed this fear. She looks right at Him, smiles and watches...

Vernoica felt a certian heat to her body now... she co uldn't belive her hands moveing across her body... her teeth holding onto her lip , sucking on it... the embarisment of her giving into her desire burning red on her face...she suddenly had a strong urge to be touched... a burning running from her toes to her finger tips to her head.. it had been awhile after all... it had started to consumer her with a need... she rememberd pictures she'd seen, stories she'd read... her secret need to feel a man dominate her, suddenly made realised.... she'd just run away from the life she'd been liveing for years..the life falling apart..and what had she come into..

if he dared move over to her, he he dared to move thos strong hands across her...to pet her...touch her that way...move to take her clothes off...would she fight... could she fight him? does she really want to..., the wetness between her legs says no...she thanked herself she'd managed to throw on her black thong before she ran out, or she might be forming a spot by now..

by Howling_Ire ... she thanked herself she'd managed to throw on her black thong before she ran out, or she might be forming a spot by now.. Kitten was sopping. Her pussy had juices running down her legs. Her taint, her asshole, wanton, ready. He stilll watched Veronica, unconcerned for his open kimono, wanting her to enjoy the sight of his cock. His cock. It had the look of having been hard and soft 100 times that night. It hung, swollen, not erect, swinging with his every move.

He took the crop and suddenly lashed from back to front, but not striking the back, but on the return, from front to back, he caught the full of her breast in a determined strike.

Brilliant white light flashed through Kitten's mind, as she whimpered, pathetically.

Grunt looked still at Veronica, "Take your goddamn clothes off, now," more growl than language. ...

Originally posted by da grunt

Grunt looked still at Veronica, "Take your goddamn clothes off, now," more growl than language. ...

She looked at him, startled just a little bit... she found herself standing up, not even sture why... she shook a little, nevious, unsure, but intensely turned on... small fragments of the fight she had just been in flashed though her mind..the yelling, the screaming..the end...and now she'd just sliped her shirt off for a man she'dd met once or twice, she was unbuttoning his pants, trying not to blatently stare at his cock..

she felt her nipples as her arms brushed against them as she droped her pants..they were so tight she felt like her whole breast was almost restricting.. she stood thier in nothing but a thong for a second..and it hit her what was happening, she grew bright red, tried to stammer somtehing...

"he's going to see me..i'm so vounerable..i'm going to be so vounerable...what am i going to do..i'm scared..but i've never been so excited..and look at kitty...those little red marks....she looks like she's about to die in extascy...should i keep on"

her thumb moveing across the small line that wraped around her cuvey hips...she'd always been a little more curvey then Kitty..but it made her happy the way she looked... and it was so obvious that she was exciteing this man... she started to wish she could just feel him touch her..and to touch him... to let her lips wonder down his large masculine body..to wrap them around the head of his cock... pure sin, and pure delight... she felt one of her fingers tug at her panties...so ready, but still unsure...

by Howling_Ire ... she felt one of her fingers tug at her panties...so ready, but still unsure... "NNNnnnggghhhhh, panties off. Watch! Touch yourself, watch. Later, if you think you're a bitch that needs a taste, we'll fix you up. Now - its Kitten's time."

He knows that Kitten is afraid, afraid that some places are more vulneralbe than others. She know that he knows that she is afraid for the back of her knees. If she cannot hold the bar, he will spank her, and his spanking is much harder than any pain the silly crop will inflict. ...

she wonders if her face can get any more red as she removes her panties, and moves them to the side...she then stands for a second, stunned as this man looks at her from head to two...soaking in very inch, it makes her feel dirty, but at the same time extreamly turned on... she then sits where he motions for her to, and finds her hands moveing down her body to play with herself as he said, her fingers finding thier ways down her slick folds, turning on her clit, makeing her breath pick up as she watches, her other one occasionaly tweaking her nipple.... she is stunned...wanting to see more, needeing to see more...

Goddamnit, she can watch, fuck she is wanton, but Kitten needs her fucking punishment, She can't stay on her tiptoes much longer. She's earned some goddamned reward.

He looks at Kitten. The single welt acrossed her breast, her sweat, her turmoil, her torture, all voluntary, she can move anytime she wants, she can leave, if she wants. She stays for him. All of it, for him.

He looks at Veronica, her desire apparent. Now, it is Kittens time.

How will I act. Brutally? Cruelly? With tenderness? With severity? Severity? Severity!

He looks at Veronica and wonders ...

posted by Ire ...needing to see more... h He studies Veronica one more time. Her lust, obvoius.

His attention again to Kitten, and he studies his precious. So full of life, so giving, such a joy, and ZZzzinntpt, acrossed the back of her knees a harsh blow. She cannot hold the bar, she cannot work her poor ankles anymore, she collapses onto the floor.

"You silly girl, I thought you were tougher than that! Get up! Get on my lap, on the couch. I want you to see Veronica as I bring your ass to the color purple!"

Veronica looks at him for a second...and finds her self shocked at her behavior... she catches herself and pulls herself together al ittle bit..wondering what her friend has done.. what he will do to her, it seems rather harsh, but intreaguing... has she truely earned the pain he's giving her? but she also seems to welcome it, to almost be a vessle for it... what is the next move...what will Kitty do? what will He do?

posted by Ire what will He do? He takes Kittens hands from the bar and brutally pulls her to the couch. Veronica watches, fascinated. He pushes Kitten onto the couch, unconcerned of his open kimono, unconcerned with his excite. With Kitten fetal on the couch he looks at Veronica. He growls. He takes her by the scruff of her neck, pulling her to her feet, and he kisses her, violently, searching her mouth, rejecting her tongue, which seeks to explore his mouth. He kisses her deeply, his eyes open, studying her, her eyes closed, lost. When his lips are satisfied he yanks her head back and looks into her eyes. She is his. He pushes her back into her seat and turns to Kitten.

Veronica shuters as her forces her back into seat.... the rough way he picked her up...the way s he'd kisse dhim back with an eagerness missing from her before..she realised she wanted this man more then anyone else..she watched him move over Kitty..with eyes that saw not an childhood fancy of a romance...but the stiring desires of a man and a woman, the union that creates one... and the animal insticts involved with it.

she head raced..she felt like her nerves inside of her body had burst with joy, she ran her finger nails softly across her body and made a little gasp of pleasure...what was happening entirely she did not know..but she did crave more...craved it like a drug addict must need his fix...if a kiss could fill her so full of lust..what else could he do to her...

by Howling_Ire ..what else could he do to her... "Kitten, across my lap, now. Your hands behind your back. You weight across my knees."

Kitten complies. Holding hands to wrists, she holds across his legs, knowing what will happen. Will it be 100? 200? Oh god, more?

He stands. He looks at Veronica, and removes his kimono. His cock is near rigid, occasionally bobbing in delight. He turns. "Do you see my back? Kitten did this to me. She beat me like a dog. Like a dog. She did it because I told her to, and to not do what I say is worse than anything else she can imagine. She is now to be spanked. Because I adore her, because she submits fully, I am only going to give her 100 blows, but you Veronica, you should know how many times this girl will cum for me."

He runs his hand over her buttocks, squeezing, massaging, then ...

His heavy arm lifts and comes down with a meaty thunk, lower right check, 1,2,3,4,5 upper right 1,2,3,4,5 lower left 1,2, 3,4, 5, upper lef 1,2,3,4,5. Then the series again. After the first round her whole ass was bright pink, after the second round red.

And again, the same methodical rhythm, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, new spot ...

The third set, her ass glows red, the noises she makes become gutteral.

And agian, the same rhythm, the same force. Her buttocks flame. Her pussy drips. The odor of wanton lust waffs.

Ang again. the same rhythm, the same force, her buttock aflame go from red to purple, white spots appearing within the poor tough tender skin .

When the fifth cycle is complete he puts his hand between her legs,

She is soaked. He wants to eat her clean, but not yet. Three fingers slide into her moist softness, then four, then his thumb, massaging her asshole, pushing, opening, sharing her pussy juice with it.

Animal noises come from the beast as he uses his hands on her. Harder and faster he uses his hand. He watches Veronica. More strange noises. He stands, pickining up Kitten as if she were nothing but a dream, but he strides to Veronica, and he puts his pussy drenched hand and musky thumb before her face ...

thegirl, looking in through the window, was very excited by the sight in front of her. She was fascinated by the wonton passion she watched. The window afforded her the perfect view of the room, the passions within, and her desires were inflamed.

She watched from a vantage point that allowed for privacy, yet she was in the open, viewing, wanting, waiting to see what happened next.

Her excitment grew with each swat, and smack.

i looked in, feeling the raw emotions come rushing at me. i was there, yet not. This was something i was not prepared to feel. My hand went to my neck, gently tracing the outline of my breasts, and down. It was refex. The scene before me made me so excited, i could not help but join in, even if i was only outside looking in at their passions. Those unbriddled passions just took control. The arousal i was feeling was so real, i could only stand, tranfixed, staring, wanting to be there, not able to run or hide, but wishing i could be inside. The desires became so intense, so powerful, i began fingering my own hot pussy, feeling the juices of lust explode.

and as the girl stood there fingering herself lost in her own arousal a hand grasped her's between her thighs.

"Come now girl," the voice demanded in a husky whisper in her ear.

She tried to turn around but his other hand caught her neck from behind. "Face forward and walk, oh and don't stop those pretty fingers between your legs from sliding in and out."

The girls heartbeat picked up rapidly and suddenly she was caught between a dark reality and her hiddenmost desires. What would she do follow the lead of the man behind her or try and run?

Originally posted by da grunt
pickining up Kitten as if she were nothing but a dream, but he strides to Veronica, and he puts his pussy drenched hand and musky thumb before her face ...

Veronica looked up at him startled for a second, her bottom lip quivers as she looks at the moisture glistening off of his hand. She thinks she knows w hat he wants...so she gently licks the tip of his finger with the tip of her tongue, testing to see what the jusices on his hand would taste like... she then wrinkles her face a little from the musty smell, and starts to nibble on the tip of his finger..... gently with her teeth, she then sucks on it, then lets it run down her bottom lip, across her chin, looking up at him, she then takes more of his finger into his mouth, her eyes grow a little more dareing, al ittle more wanton, she s ucks more of his finger down and runs her tongue along the bottm part of it, trying to hold back giggles.

Originally posted by Master_Vassago
and as the girl stood there fingering herself lost in her own arousal a hand grasped her's between her thighs.

"Come now girl," the voice demanded in a husky whisper in her ear.

She tried to turn around but his other hand caught her neck from behind. "Face forward and walk, oh and don't stop those pretty fingers between your legs from sliding in and out."

The girls heartbeat picked up rapidly and suddenly she was caught between a dark reality and her hiddenmost desires. What would she do follow the lead of the man behind her or try and run?


My heart beat picked, and i followed him. My fingers were working themselves to the bone, but my desire to experince everything won out. The voice inside me was strangely quite, but my desires made up for it. Her neck hurt from those fingers, but what strength!

If i move my head, just right, i could ... the thought was fleeting and i almost ran, my hands were working overtime, and my finger hurt, follow, follow, my heart, no cant... yes a voice said, so i meekly went.

Originally posted by thegirl
My heart beat picked, and i followed him. My fingers were working themselves to the bone, but my desire to experince everything won out. The voice inside me was strangely quite, but my desires made up for it. Her neck hurt from those fingers, but what strength!

If i move my head, just right, i could ... the thought was fleeting and i almost ran, my hands were working overtime, and my finger hurt, follow, follow, my heart, no cant... yes a voice said, so i meekly went.

At the door the girl had one last fleeting thought of trying to escape. But she knew it would be to no avail. His hand now left her wrist and with a hard swat he directed her to open the door.
No need for voice commands yet with her as his strong fingers curled around her neck taking her where he would.

He nudged her onward and down the hall towards the last empty room in the house. The girl wasn't sure if she wanted to be with the other young one she had seen through the window or facing this all alone. Not that she had a choice in the matter.

Suddenly the world was cloaked in darkness as a blindfold went around her eyes. Her wrists were forced behind her back and she was pushed down over a desk. She felt him kick her feet out a little wider and then his big hands travelled up each of her inner thighs from behind. As he reached her panties, there came a sharp snap and she felt the material tug at the lips of her sex just before it ripped away.

Oh, god she thought, what was going to happen now?

i felt the world whirl around me, the wind, my thoughts, i could not see anything but could hear it all. What was that? Where did it come from? The fear was all around me. Inside i heard screaming. Was that me? No, i do not scream. The fear choked my breath, yet i became strangely still. The position i was in left me helpless, and deep down i liked that. So i quit the struggling and the screaming in my head, and waited.

What was HE doing?

by Howling_Ire ... trying to hold back giggles. Her wet lips feel delicious on his fingers, as he rubs and pinches her lushish lips and fucked her mouth with his fingers, enjoying her tongue, its readiness at his hand. His cock throbs and he must unload, he must come soon. He sets Kitten down and commands, "on your knees".

Kitten goes to her knees, and he takes the back of her head, holding the whole scruff, forces her willing face, her open mouth, to his cock. He forces his cock down her throat, a slight gag, and he pulls her head even closer, his cock even further. He continues to feel Veronicas face, fucking her mouth, rubbing her scalp, roughly massaging her face. When his cock is completely buried down Kitten's throat he holds her head close and squeezing his tight scrotum, pulling in his stomach, he made his cock throb and jerk in her throat. He withdrew, and from her mouth, like a sword from the mouth a swordswallower, the long cock seemed to even grown more, throbbing, every vien hard against the skin, balls tight as scrotum pulled taunt with the massive erection.

"Breathe deeply," he commands, and when she has retrieved her breath he again inserts his cock. This time there is no gagging and her throat hungrily accepts his tool. He holds her head tight against his groin, her nose buried in his pubic hair. Fully inserted, not fucking back and forth, his cock jerks and twitches and then he spasms and making incredible animalistic noises, cums, cums, cums and cums some more. Then he begins fucking her mouth. "Yes, clean it good. Suck the tip. Eat it like a tiny pussy."

She complies, and when she finishes his cock hangs massively flacid. Bloated. Stretched. Eager for more.

He tells her, "now go back to the bar. Wait!"

Suddenly the girl heard something like a buzz in the air. "Crack" she heard the whip just before she felt the sting in her ass. How wonderful that first lash felt, and yet how painful and at the same time orgasm triggering.

She felt the moisture pool inside her and start to trickle down her thighs as he wordlessly punished her for her peeping in the window. He knew what direction this little girl was going to be taken in and just how he was going to "break" her.

Slowly he walked to the door and beckoned the other girl she had seen from the room she was in. She hear feet padding along the floor behind her and then she felt the others lips pressed against her ass and her tongue running over the soft welts already showing. Tingles ran up and down her spine as she fought both revulsion and arousal.

Nails raked down her back as the girl behind her licked each welt slowly and tenderly. And then the girl was gone and she was pulled up by her hair and guided from the desk....

Grunt looks to the window as he begins to direct his attention to Veronica. Ahhh-ha, Master Vassago has shown. This is excellent. Use her hard, my friend.

Originally posted by Master_Vassago
Suddenly the girl heard something like a buzz in the air. "Crack" she heard the whip just before she felt the sting in her ass. How wonderful that first lash felt, and yet how painful and at the same time orgasm triggering.


She felt the moisture pool inside her and start to trickle down her thighs as he wordlessly punished her for her peeping in the window. He knew what direction this little girl was going to be taken in and just how he was going to "break" her.

Slowly he walked to the door and beckoned the other girl she had seen from the room she was in. She hear feet padding along the floor behind her and then she felt the others lips pressed against her ass and her tongue running over the soft welts already showing. Tingles ran up and down her spine as she fought both revulsion and arousal.

Nails raked down her back as the girl behind her licked each welt slowly and tenderly. And then the girl was gone and she was pulled up by her hair and guided from the desk....

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, and i was shaking, but i held my head high. No man was going to break me! The thought, really! So i waited, spirit in my eyes, defiance throughtout my body, hand at my sides. Just wait i thought!

Each step i took made my resolve stronger. My hazel eyes turned a bright green, and i reach out a hand and slapped HIM, WHACK!

Originally posted by thegirl
The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, and i was shaking, but i held my head high. No man was going to break me! The thought, really! So i waited, spirit in my eyes, defiance throughtout my body, hand at my sides. Just wait i thought!

Each step i took made my resolve stronger. My hazel eyes turned a bright green, and i reach out a hand and slapped HIM, WHACK!

And then she heard the ferocious voice in deep base overtake her senses.

"Slut!" was the one word he issued at the moment, but she could hear and feel the anger that lay behind it.

At once she was driven to the floor by a quick sweeping kick. As she lie there only able to see a sliver of light beneath her blindfold she knew she had made a grave mistake. Her pulse quickened again as the hand wrapped around her throat completely and lifted her back to her feet.

He picked her up or rather slung her over his shoulder and carried her down what felt like a spiraling staircase. As the vertigo set in from the blow she had recieved when she hit the floor she felt the urge to throw up. But she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. It was now she would break or hold steady to her grip in this mortal surrounding.

She could go easily into submission and allow herself to be controlled by him and her desires or she could stand tall and face him. Her fears and thoughts struggled within. But she would have a few hours to think about it as she felt herself being tossed into a cage.

She heard the lock click in place and then he confirmed her claustrophobic fears.

"You will remain down here in the dark, in your cage, for a few hours until I decide the time is right to show you how bad a mistake you just made."

She listened for more but the only thing she could hear now was his footsteps as he ascended the staircase again. Now the only sound were her soft whimpers and sobs...

Originally posted by da grunt
Grunt looks to the window as he begins to direct his attention to Veronica. .

She stands up s uddenly, aware that he's now paying attention to her and not Kitty... Vernoica starts to wonder if she hasn't made some kind of mistake, she then backs slowly up away from him...unsure of what to do..he seemed care about kitty in a very strange way... it lurked somewhere in the animal sexuality that seemed to devour every inch of her as he looked at her...she felt traped, almost like prey with no w here to go, yet for some odd reason she only wanted to go forward into his arms... she wondered if he could do those htings to Kitty, who he loved..what he'd have in store for her, a complete stranger

Originally posted by Master_Vassago
And then she heard the ferocious voice in deep base overtake her senses.

"Slut!" was the one word he issued at the moment, but she could hear and feel the anger that lay behind it.

At once she was driven to the floor by a quick sweeping kick. As she lie there only able to see a sliver of light beneath her blindfold she knew she had made a grave mistake. Her pulse quickened again as the hand wrapped around her throat completely and lifted her back to her feet.

He picked her up or rather slung her over his shoulder and carried her down what felt like a spiraling staircase. As the vertigo set in from the blow she had recieved when she hit the floor she felt the urge to throw up. But she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. It was now she would break or hold steady to her grip in this mortal surrounding.

She could go easily into submission and allow herself to be controlled by him and her desires or she could stand tall and face him. Her fears and thoughts struggled within. But she would have a few hours to think about it as she felt herself being tossed into a cage.

She heard the lock click in place and then he confirmed her claustrophobic fears.

"You will remain down here in the dark, in your cage, for a few hours until I decide the time is right to show you how bad a mistake you just made."

She listened for more but the only thing she could hear now was his footsteps as he ascended the staircase again. Now the only sound were her soft whimpers and sobs...

Pounding, my heart beat. Shouting, my voice was all i heard, the fear gone, for the moment, i thought to myself,

'Girl, what have you done? He deserved it! Grab me like that, not a word, what did he think? i would just crawl around and beg for forgivness? Not I! No man will break my spirit!'

Sitting in the dark, the thoughts jumbled, i was thinking of the girls upstairs. The look in their eyes, the passion between them, my open desire for what they had, well, i knew deep down if He came down here right now i MIGHT do anything He asked, just to get out of this cage!

i began to pace, back and forth, back and forth, my fear of the dark getting stronger, and my fear of the silence more so.

'Please come back, Sir!'

by Howling_Ire ... a complete stranger He approaches, she retreats. He sees her fear. He has seen this fear his whole life. Awww, shit, if you got it, flaunt it, and he snarls as he grabs her hair and pulls her close. He holds her head back and begins to smell. The smell of her neck, her hair. Another growl and she finds herself on the couch, with him in front of her, scratching his balls.

"Open your legs. Now! Further! Knees back, further, further. Now stay like that." He drops to his knees before her full exposure. He inspects her pussy, the neat trim job, the smooth lips, the engourged clitoris, the beautiful taint, that wonderful skin, it taint pussy and it taint ass. The perfect place for a deliberate strike. He inhales her odor, the scent of her vaginal products, the scent of lilacs. Her pussy glistens. He inhales again. "You've cum already. I'd eat you now, but I'd prefer to spank you first. Do I have your permission?"

She looks at him, her eyes partialy closed, she whispers to him as if n a dream "y..yes, i want it, please" she moans softly...his harshness with her, no man had ever dared, yet she knew this was exactly what she was missing, what she had never dared dream, so she layed thier, nervious but accepting of him..giving herself over, no choice anymore, only a surender of will.

As the hours dragged by, the girl had time to think. She pulled the blindfold off her face, and her resolve returned. Her eyes became accustomed to the darkness. Taking stock of the situtation, she noticed something. This cage was old! She pushed on the bars. Ummmmmmm, something feels

At that moment the bar broke lose. The henge was rusted and no one noticed. She very carefully pushed the bars down, and stepped out.

'Ok, now what?' she wondered. She looked in the corners and found a crowbar. Holding it, she quietly walked up the stairs, one stair at a time, feet firm, crowbar ready. She got to the top of the stairs, when she heard a noise!

She stood. The door opened, and BOOOM, the crowbar hit the door, and him,making Him fall back in suprise. She bounded over him, and headed down the hall.

Now the hall she was in had many doors. She picked one, and ran inside. Once in, she settled down for a breath of air. 'What had she done? She wanted more of this man, yet at every turn she was running away from him. Maybe she was running from herself? She stopped. Thinking

The room had lots of bondage items. Rope, handcuffs. Quickly, she decided. She grabbed both and ran back down the hall. She found him still dazed.

'Must have hit him harder than i thought', she thought.

She took the handcuffs, removing the keys first, and placed them around his wrists. She carefully helped him up and lead HIM to the room she had just discovered. When she opened the door, he tried to run, but she tripped him. He fell with a thud.

'Oh, no, not again! This time i know i did it! i should run, now! NO i will stay and fight! Maybe i can reason with him.'

Her heart sank. If only it were that easy...

As he became less dazed, his eyes became feral. The little girl had dared to hit him. Well then it was about time for a quick change in her mannerisms. He gave a whistle and before she could think or react she knew she was in trouble.

Bounding through the door snarling and baring teeth was his pet, the red wolf, her eyes looked at the beast and she knew that she would no be forced to undo what had just been done.

Slipping behind him she turned the key and then as the cuffs opened she steeled herself for the reprecussion she knew would come. And come it did...she was on the floor before she had even had a chance to regain her standing position. Now as he stood up and towered over her, his hand locked in her hair and he drug her down through the hallways until he came into the next room that was made for disobediant little girls.

The ceiling was high vaulted and long chains dangled down from the top. She could see that the rest of the room had many devices inside and that she was probably about to regret this day. As she thought this her arms were brought above her head and slipped into a little leather cuffing sleeve and then her other arm was forced into the same. He then picked her up and hoisted her a few inches until the hook on her sleeves locked into the chain. He went to the wall and gave the chain a tug and slowly lifted her higher until her ass was about eye level with him.

"Now you little self destructive slut," he began, "I'm going to teach you the err of your ways. You will beg, you will plead, and in the end I'm sure you may bleed, but before the time comes that I set you free, you'll realize that you indeed belong to me."

He gave a chuckle, despite his anger, at his little rhyme, now as he turned to the wall and lifted down a long whip and paddle and picked up a few clamps. The girl knew that her dreams and nightmares were about to become one.

by Howling_Ire ... no choice anymore, only a surender of will. "Excellent. Stay just as you are, legs spread, knees spread, open. Open for me to do as I will. Kitten, come! Kneel here and watch me. You have my permission to encourage her." He knew her response was a foredrawn conclusion, he read her face, her body language, a language so expressive.

"First, a snack for my hunger," and he bows before her, gently blowing on her pussy lips, directing her hips with the air flow, and always, the wonderful odor. Without hands at all, he begins to lip and nibble at her engourged clitoris. He snaps his tongue against it, watching her face, watching her exitment grow, and with this growth his mouth becomes more active, licking hard and full, fucking her with it, seeking that special nub inside her snatch. That nub, pushed and prodded. So soft, so sweet. He licked her wet snatch clean and spreading his tongue wide, continually licked her from the crack of her ass, past her smooth asshole, both cunt lips and slurping the clit. Her taste was delicious.

"Now, for your spanking!"

As i dangled there, the fear in my body was real. Terror struck through my heart. This fear was different. This fear was a fear more of the unknown, more than of Him. All i had to do was close my eyes and let the feeling come.

'Ok, so He said i would be His, looks like i made that choice as well, for when i could have ran, i did not. What does this mean'? i pondered, as i waited for that first strike. Believe me, i knew it was coming.

The feelings overwhelmed me. Fear, joy, excitment, my heart beat was going so fast it felt like it would explode! My head hurt, wrists and limbs were aching, but i was turned on by this. Boy, i was really turned on, and this suprised me!

i did not look down. The world spun out of control. My fear of heights dominated me, and i just closed my eyes, spinning, spinning, out of control, no, not now, not this time. Willing myself back,

"Please, Sir, let me down. My fear of heights... PLease, please, i cant, Please it is more than i can bare at the moment, i promise to behave, and i will do anything You ask, just let my feet on the ground.

Nuts, i was begging. Nuts, i just let hHim see my fear, but there was no turning back.

i looked down and fainted.

Originally posted by thegirl

i looked down and fainted. [/B]

As she fainted dead away, he took time to take in the fears she shared. Heights were one and obviously begging was another. He reached up to her pantiless sex and ran a finger up and down the moist slit. Wet and slowly opening to his touch. He wanted to work quick while she was still out of it and apply the clamps.

He placed one on each nipple and watched her face turn to a grimace even in her passed out state. The next was the one he had always enjoyed applying, he slowly spread her pink lips with his fingers and rubbed her clit bringing a little more blood to the sensitive area. As the little flesh peeked out from beneath its hood he opened the last clamp and let it close around her tender bud.

That brought her back to her senses and quickly she started flailing but with no luck. She was trapped and going nowhere, the ground was a good two feet below her and yet she still was terrified. He waited and then hoisted her up a bit more so that her tender ass was eye level again. This had her nearly five feet off the ground if not more and she feared the fall from even this low height.

"I see the fear in your eyes, I know the throbbing you feel as well, arousal, terror, wanting to submit, also wanting to flee with the most speed you can find within yourself. None of this is about to happen. You won't flee, yhou won't submit. Your terror will grow as will your arousal and you may even cum if I permit it before this evening is over."

She whimpered but it fell on deaf ears as he walked around her and decided to try a different approach. He picked up a dildo, a large one, from the items he had brought over and spread her legs from behind, slowly he stuffed it deep up within her pussy.

"Do not let it fall out or your punishment will be doled out tenfold dear."

His words reverbrated through her mind and she did fear what he would do if she let it slip so clenching her inner muscles around the dildo set the juices flowing again. God, she knew she was going to cum, but couldn't until he said so, she was afraid of what would happen if she orgasmed before he allowed it.

Again the singing of the whip alerted her and as she hung there she felt its sting in her ass. He lowered the blows this time going from ass to her hamstrings and then calves. He wanted her to feel pain and excitement and this was only the beginning.

Slowly he worked the whip back up until he had reddened her ass all over again. Now was time to focus on the front. He brought out a little spatula and stood in front of her awestruck face. Slowly he started to smack her wet pussy and as he continued the blows came harder.

What else could he do to her she wondered....

Originally posted by Master_Vassago


What else could he do to her she wondered....

Whack! The sting, the agony, the desire, welled up inside me all at once, choking me. The fear was there, lurking, waiting, but so was something else. Something i had never felt before. This MAN i do not know has brought me to the brink of fear, and yet i am feeling lustful. i want this man.

'What?' i thought, feeling so helpless and excited, i was unsure how to respond.

My body was aching so, wanting to release my cum-juice, and wanting to make it last longer. i said nothing more. Just let the feelings come. The pain was so good, and the fear i had of heights was being replaced by an awakening of my desires to feel more from this MAN.

Attempting a weak smile, i asked HIM,

"So, what do you intend to do with me now? There is no where to run, so if i choose to submit what happens? Will you let me down?"

He did not respond, so i decided to wait to see what was in store for me next. More pain? More agony? More denial?

"Bring it on, BABY! Give me your best and we will see who wins this round"

Originally posted by da grunt
"Now, for your spanking!"

she was amazeingly turned on...she'd never had a man enjoy licking her, not like this. she felt herself falling away into heated passion..enjoying the traces of his tounge against her warm creviaces, biteing her lip hard, her hands grabbing at the edge of the cousins.. then s uddently she came to, like a lightening bolt up her back, wiggleing it's way around her spine

"spankings?"

of co urse she'd seen how he handed Kitty..but..she'd not been spanked sence she was about 6 years old. for a moment the old fear of that word made her grimmace, she wasn't entirely sure what to do..of course he was turning her on extreamly..but... pain..no one likes pain do they? maybe this was some weird dream she was haveing, perhaps she'll wake up..but no, no thier is a large man standing over her, who's obviously quite eager to explore her body some more with some other parts of his, that idea almost brought a s mile to her face, but she wasn't about to show it to him. she wasn't sure if she was going to like this part.

Originally posted by thegirl


"Bring it on, BABY! Give me your best and we will see who wins this round"


His eyes took on a soft glow and his face grew crimson. She knew that her taunting was even worse than the slap she had given and immediately wished she could have her words back.

He reached up and yanked the dildo out of her creamy pussy and then as she watched he walked out of the room. She appeared to hate and fear being left alone, that coupled with her fear of heights would work to his advantage.

Minutes ticked by as he watched her on the monitor in his office via a small video uplink in the room. He could see her sobbing as her body shook and he could hear her loud yells as she cursed at him and in the same breath begged him to return to her.

Standing up in his little office he knew just what to do with this one, she had that fierce determination much like that of a wild stallion waiting to be broken. It only took the know how and patience to bring out the best inside one of his charge.

The girl had trespassed on his property and in the eyes of the manor and himself she was his to do with what he would. The key was to find all of her weaknesses and then break her completely before lifting her back up.

He knew she liked to watch but how would she enjoy being watched? He set up the laptop uplink to his own little website and started a broadcast live via the video uplink. He walked into the room and set the laptop on the floor and opened the window to widescreen so the girl even in her hanging position could see everything onscreen as well. He heard her gasp and smiled to himself before turning to face her.

Reaching up he lowered her to a level where he could strip her completely before progressing with his plan. In the moment they were eye to eye he saw her inner struggle and it made him all the more determined to claim her and have her submit. She had that inner fire it took to spark his interest and she had it in spades.

He slowly reached the top of her blouse and with one quick tug the top was pulled open and hanging off her arms, his next step was to open her bra and expose her pert breasts. As he did he found her nipples erect and waiting for attention. The clamps he had put on her before were still in place and now as he bared her body to the masses that would visit the website tonight he decided to test her resolve once more.

"If I lower you and you slide your lips over my cock, I will have mercy on you. If you don't comply and go willingly I will use a mouth spreader to open you mouth wide and fuck your throat and shoot my hot load right down your gullet slut. The choice is yours but choose your words wisely..."

He waited patiently for her response.

Originally posted by Master_Vassago


"If I lower you and you slide your lips over my cock, I will have mercy on you. If you don't comply and go willingly I will use a mouth spreader to open you mouth wide and fuck your throat and shoot my hot load right down your gullet slut. The choice is yours but choose your words wisely..."

He waited patiently for her response.

Looking down on him i could see the hardness in his pants, that buldge of desire. A longing showed in my face, as the tears began. The limit had been reached, i could not fight any more, nor could i hide. As i hung my head, i pouted. My choices were limited, for now. i smiled sweetly, the green tints in my eyes told otherwise.

"Yes, Sir i will do as you request. Teach me, show me, bring me to who i could be when i am with you, Sir.

Saddly countinuing, i say, "You are right. i enjoyed watching through the window, longed to be a part of it, desired it so much i was willing to return day after day, wishing... wishing... some MAN would do that to me."

Originally posted by thegirl


"Yes, Sir i will do as you request. Teach me, show me, bring me to who i could be when i am with you, Sir.

Saddly countinuing, i say, "You are right. i enjoyed watching through the window, longed to be a part of it, desired it so much i was willing to return day after day, wishing... wishing... some MAN would do that to me."

As the words left her mouth I lowered her and allowed her to kneel still able to in a flash pull her right back to the position in the air she had just been in. I now smiled a hard thin smile, she was mine. To devour and discipline as I would see fit. The submission came of her own almost free will, and that was the beginning.

As she knelt on the floor her hand tugged at the chain above giving her enough slack to open my pants.

"No! Use only your mouth to free my cock and please me."

I saw the smile and yet weary look she gave as she paused to think how she could easily do this. Finally she must have settled on the most direct route and I helped her slightly by unbuttoning the one button. The rest, zipper, pulling down the pants and getting my hard cock in her mouth would be her task.

Slowly and with care to not catch my flesh in the zipper she used her teeth to pull down the zipper. Then just as tenderly she leaned forward and tugged at the leather material with her teeth again pulling the pants down to my knees. Just enough to allow her to do as I had commanded.

That first second was exquisite, she leaned forward looking up into my eyes and as she smiled almost playfully she kissed the head of my raging hard-on. This little girl was going to be better than I had expected and I will soon find out just how good she is...

Originally posted by Master_Vassago


That first second was exquisite, she leaned forward looking up into my eyes and as she smiled almost playfully she kissed the head of my raging hard-on. This little girl was going to be better than I had expected and I will soon find out just how good she is...

i looked up, saw the half smile, and wished i could see it all. This MAN, who thinks i am his, might be in for a shock.

i knew i was not in control. i allowed instinct to take over, my mouth on his hard cock, feeling the warm juice, sucking, pulling, nibbling. My hot mouth ready for him, the desire to be with him more than i could handle, the need to feel him, smell him, and be his was a powerful one.

My mouth gently sucked, up and down, feeling him. The rhythm of my super charged body, meeting him own rhythm. i just knelt, feeling joy, pain, and desire. Yes, there was desire there, a deep, bottom of my heart, desire to be his.

i looked up, still sucking his cock, wishing i could run my fingers through his hair, and feel all of him on top of me, thrusting his manhood into me, making me feel, and feel and feel these feeling ...

forever.

Originally posted by thegirl
i looked up, saw the half smile, and wished i could see it all. This MAN, who thinks i am his, might be in for a shock.

i knew i was not in control. i allowed instinct to take over, my mouth on his hard cock, feeling the warm juice, sucking, pulling, nibbling. My hot mouth ready for him, the desire to be with him more than i could handle, the need to feel him, smell him, and be his was a powerful one.

My mouth gently sucked, up and down, feeling him. The rhythm of my super charged body, meeting him own rhythm. i just knelt, feeling joy, pain, and desire. Yes, there was desire there, a deep, bottom of my heart, desire to be his.

i looked up, still sucking his cock, wishing i could run my fingers through his hair, and feel all of him on top of me, thrusting his manhood into me, making me feel, and feel and feel these feeling ...

forever.

Her mouth bobbed on my shaft with such loyalty and wet desire I had rarely felt from any one sub or just a vanilla woman. I slowly fucked her mouth and knew that this girl would reach beyond any pinnacle of ideal I had developed in my mind for her already.

I struggled to not cum in her wet, warm mouth right then but it was a futile struggle. Her mouth was just too good. She was enjoying this so much by her movements and the way her hips undulated that I knew she wasn't feigning this pleasure that danced in her eyes as she looked up with a mouthful of my cock.

My breath caught in my throat and I did manage to gasp, "I'm going to fill your mouth girl, swallow it all and there will be much more pleasure for you before the night is over."

As I came she did just that swallowing each drop of nectar that flowed out the tip of my cock. She saved the last few spurts in her mouth and as she pulled away from my spent cock she opened her mouth and tilted her head back so I could see her tongue coated in cum and then swallowed the last bit.

At that instant I knew I had to penetrate her other little holes and see if she was worthy all over. There was no doubt but my mind and cock had to be in total agreement. I slowly hoisted her back up until her feet barely touched the ground and wordlessly lifted her with my strong arms until I was able to slip into her wet, open slit. As the head pushed past her open lower lips she moaned and arched her back turning her head and kissing my neck as I dropped her down. This position wouldn't be held long but enough to make her beg me to pound her hot pussy again as soon as I lifted her off my manhood.

Then I did just that...dropping down and lifting her off, I backed away leaving her void of the fullness she had just felt...I watched as she continued to writhe in the air and she started to beg...

by Howling_Ire more with some other parts of his, that idea almost brought a s mile to her face, but she wasn't about to show it to him. she wasn't sure if she was going to like this part. "Coy? You would play coy with me? After I just tasted your raw jussy juice? I don't think so." He laughed at this vulnerable girl, so exposed, so wanton, so needful.

"Kitten, go behind the couch and take our friends ankles in your hands, pull them back, back and open."

Kitten immediately stands and goes to the back of the couch, where she takes her friends ankles, forcing them back farther, open more. She looks into her friends eyes, she looks into her eyes with love. Veronica, terrified still, is comforted by the face of her friend, albeit in her humiliation.

"One hundred on your ass is the count. Then I'll deal with your cunt. But first ." He begins massaging her exposed ass. Never before had she been so extreme in the missionary position, pulled back, exposed, completely open. Humiliated, yet wanton, wanting to be fucked wanting to cum again and again.

He sat before this beautiful exposed ass, the backs of her legs begging attention, her musles ripple. He has an idea! But later.

Kneeling before her on the couch he begins, right hand to left buttock, the same exact spot, like an automon - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 - She wiggles, yet Kitten allows no major movement. Each of his blows exact, the handprint acrossed her left cheek prefectly formed. She yelps and whimpers, her wiggles and prostestrations, music to his ears. He hears Kitten say, "shhhh, sssh baby"

He continues to the right cheek, parallel to her lovely butt crack, so that his forefinger just misssed her inflamed cunt lip and his thumbstuck across he taint, each stroke - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 6, 7, 8 ,9, 10 - she ceases to struggle, these stroke send the feeling she has secretly dreamed of, each stroke bringing her higher. Kitten is cooing Veronica, and Veronica studies her friend, understanding so much.

To her left thigh, its back, tender flesh, a perfect handprint, he performs like a machine - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, Veronica moans delicious, not avoiding - desiring, opening, knowing her pussy will be his next target. Kitten holds her friends head from behind, desperately wanting to kiss her in comfort, not sure if he will approve, knowing he will always give all ...

Originally posted by Master_Vassago


Then I did just that...dropping down and lifting her off, I backed away leaving her void of the fullness she had just felt...I watched as she continued to writhe in the air and she started to beg...

i looked down, my feet lifted off the ground again. My eyes clouded, and i could feel a pout coming; the playful, fun, look at me pout.

"Sir, what is this, i want more. Please allow me to service You again? Please? i miss your big, warm cock, and want to feel You inside me again, and again, PLEASE, Sir, i will do anything..."

i gave him a saucy smile with the flip of my head, and looked deep into his lusious emotion filled eyes. The room was filled with electrical currents, and i was not sure who was more charged up, him or me!


"So what do you want to do to me?"

Originally posted by da grunt
desperately wanting to kiss her in comfort, not sure if he will approve, knowing he will always give all ...

she moaned loudly... not knowing or careig if that wil please him at this point..she was over taken with emotions..she'd found herself struggeling, but mostly as show.. she knew she shoudln't like this, it shouldn't feel so good, and that was part of what she liked about it.

his hand zinging her flesh, she knew he just had to be leaveing marks, it was sore and burning, but this burning was echoing up her body and leaveing her wetter then she was before...her brain felt kind of numb, but in a clear way...she was taken up into a place she'd not been before, and even though the pain warned her it maybe wasn't good, so she struggled, but at this point she was totatly willing to agrue with her body...

she felt alive, like a cat hunting for prey... she felt like a slick sexy feline, she wondered if it showed in her eyes...then she looked up at Kitty, those pretty brown eyes s he'd always admired in college, she smiled at her though the pain...she suddenly realised she'd really always wanted to kiss Kitty, and maybe that would come alive tonight....

She was supprised as she felt herself sticking her bottom out more for the man, sinking down into the cusion... 1, 2, 3, her head was swimming with all of the things the both of them could do 4, 5, 6 why had she ever even tried being anything else, 7, 8, 9 10...10 had never had such an excruciateing yet delightful meaning

Originally posted by thegirl
i looked down, my feet lifted off the ground again. My eyes clouded, and i could feel a pout coming; the playful, fun, look at me pout.

"Sir, what is this, i want more. Please allow me to service You again? Please? i miss your big, warm cock, and want to feel You inside me again, and again, PLEASE, Sir, i will do anything..."

i gave him a saucy smile with the flip of my head, and looked deep into his lusious emotion filled eyes. The room was filled with electrical currents, and i was not sure who was more charged up, him or me!


"So what do you want to do to me?"

"Don't leave loaded questions floating like that girl."

I pulled her down and lifted her up over my shoulder. My fingers slipping into her wetness with ease as I walked towards the bedroom. Once there I flung her down and unbound her wrists. Looking up she slipped a finger down to tease herself as she spread her legs wide. The playful nature of this little beauty was shining through as she fingered herself and rubbed her clit as I stood there preparing to enter her wet hole.

As I moved forward on the bed she grabbed her ankles and waited. Slowly I leaned in and rubbed the head of my cock against her opening. Running the sensitive tip against her clit she started to beg me to fuck her to take her as mine and pound her desires into reality. To make her my willing slut.

Indeed I would. Inch by inch I slid into her until my balls rested against her asscheeks. Then I withdrew with as much concentration until just the head remained inside her. I pulled back enough to tease and then as she whimpered I slammed all of my cock inside her. She moaned, her nails raked down my back and I was only getting started. I could feel the tight muscles inside her clenching already and she cooed that she was about to cum.

I slammed her harder and twisted each nipple in its clamp as I fucked her harder. She moaned again and sucked my finger into her mouth as I pounded in and out of her. I had more devious plans but for the moment fucking her until she screamed was the goal I had set...

Originally posted by Master_Vassago
"Don't leave loaded questions floating like that girl."

I pulled her down and lifted her up over my shoulder. My fingers slipping into her wetness with ease as I walked towards the bedroom. Once there I flung her down and unbound her wrists. Looking up she slipped a finger down to tease herself as she spread her legs wide. The playful nature of this little beauty was shining through as she fingered herself and rubbed her clit as I stood there preparing to enter her wet hole.

As I moved forward on the bed she grabbed her ankles and waited. Slowly I leaned in and rubbed the head of my cock against her opening. Running the sensitive tip against her clit she started to beg me to fuck her to take her as mine and pound her desires into reality. To make her my willing slut.

Indeed I would. Inch by inch I slid into her until my balls rested against her asscheeks. Then I withdrew with as much concentration until just the head remained inside her. I pulled back enough to tease and then as she whimpered I slammed all of my cock inside her. She moaned, her nails raked down my back and I was only getting started. I could feel the tight muscles inside her clenching already and she cooed that she was about to cum.

I slammed her harder and twisted each nipple in its clamp as I fucked her harder. She moaned again and sucked my finger into her mouth as I pounded in and out of her. I had more devious plans but for the moment fucking her until she screamed was the goal I had set...

"Those floating questions are just so much fun."

My eyes open all the way, the pure look of innocence, i was feeling much better. Then he began fucking me, His cock deep inside me.

"Oh, baby, baby dont stop! Please dont stop! i need You inside so much, oh, oh, oh, Yes! Pleasse harder, harder, harder."

My hungry eyes were just drinking in his eyes, his touch, his feel, and i moaned just such a moan! Never have i moaned like that! It was like a flood had opened and all my desires and dreams were coming true. My body was alive for the first time in my life, and i wanted, more oh so much more.

The pain, the agony, the excitment... yes, i was sure it would be exciting with him every moment of the day! Never have i felt such power, such mastery, such control, as i have felt here, in this room, with this MAN.

Oh i would do anything He asked.

With shock i realized something had happened to me. No, not possible! Well, maybe, we shall see...

Originally posted by thegirl
"Those floating questions are just so much fun."

My eyes open all the way, the pure look of innocence, i was feeling much better. Then he began fucking me, His cock deep inside me.

"Oh, baby, baby dont stop! Please dont stop! i need You inside so much, oh, oh, oh, Yes! Pleasse harder, harder, harder."

My hungry eyes were just drinking in his eyes, his touch, his feel, and i moaned just such a moan! Never have i moaned like that! It was like a flood had opened and all my desires and dreams were coming true. My body was alive for the first time in my life, and i wanted, more oh so much more.

The pain, the agony, the excitment... yes, i was sure it would be exciting with him every moment of the day! Never have i felt such power, such mastery, such control, as i have felt here, in this room, with this MAN.

Oh i would do anything He asked.

With shock i realized something had happened to me. No, not possible! Well, maybe, we shall see...

My cock felt a resurgance of power as I slid deep inside her. I grabbed both of her ankles and lifted them behind her head as I plunged deeper inside her body. My cock hit the back of her depths and bounced off her cervix. It was a feeling she had never felt before and it triggered a new round of quivers from her.

Deeper and deeper I thrust claiming and stretching this hot little slut's pussy around my shaft. Seconds later I was filling her with cum...her desires were being fulfilled as were mine. What will come next....?

by Howling_Ire .. 7, 8, 9 10...10 had never had such an excruciateing yet delightful meaning 1, 2 ,3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 - directly on her exposed pussy, like a piston. Her lips react, engourged and inflamed, juices smeared by his pounding, flowing abundantly, desperate longing, how she loved her pussy being punished like this. She moans and chews her lip as Kitten continues to coo at her friends torment.

He directs his attack to her left thigh, high, on the back of her knee. This was Kittens particularly sensitive spot, she feared the crops touch there, and as he worked this area he watched Kitten, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 - Ahhh, yes it is sensitive for her, too, good . Her moans become yelps again, as she kicks her legs, but Kitten pulls her legs back further, more immobile. Kitten says, more firmly, "Shh, don't move!" and has a pleading look in her eyes.

The attack continues to the same area on the right side, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10, and Veronica is whimpering again, beginning to shead water from her eyes, eyes frantic with confusion, desire.

The assault moves back to a fresh area on her left cheek, no hint of tireness in his blows, still mechanical, still focusing on the single spot, changing its color from precious white to flaming crimson, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9, 10. Veronicas whimperings contain the word please, barely audible.

The right cheek, high on her hip, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10, and Veronica's crys are louder, tears in her eyes. Her begging, her pleas, louder, more defined 'please' she repeats again and again

Again, across her pussy, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10, Veronicas pleas become animalike, violent 'please, please, please, oh please godddamn. Kitten holds her ankles tight, legs back.

The final ten, freestyle, all places where white still is fresh, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 "100" he sez, 'no, please, no, more, i want more'

He laughs, deep and heartily. "Oh, Kitten, your friend is precious. Let her go. Veronica, stand in front of me. I intend to punish your tits now, before I feast on your pussy again. Answer me, were you close in college? Did you ever 'experiment', were you curious"

Originally posted by Master_Vassago
My cock felt a resurgance of power as I slid deep inside her. I grabbed both of her ankles and lifted them behind her head as I plunged deeper inside her body. My cock hit the back of her depths and bounced off her cervix. It was a feeling she had never felt before and it triggered a new round of quivers from her.

Deeper and deeper I thrust claiming and stretching this hot little slut's pussy around my shaft. Seconds later I was filling her with cum...her desires were being fulfilled as were mine. What will come next....?

Purring like a pussy-cat, i went limp. My entire body was reeling. Each move i made he countered it. Each step, He took two. The butterflies were finally leaving my stomach, replaced by pure contentment. i looked up and noticed Him watching. He was watching me!

Never have i had anyone look at me like that. What was He thinking? What was i supposed to do next? Looking into His eyes, i had an inspiration. Leaning over, i gently touched His cheek, then traced my fingers over His mouth. He allowed my fingers entry, and licked them like a puppy dog. i retraced His lips and moved further up His face. To reach His eyes, i would have to move.

'Oh, no, what happens if i do something wrong?' i hesitated, the fear registering in my eyes, and He gave me a questioning look.

"Well, what are you thinking about? TELL ME!"

i licked my lips, afraid to say anything yet yearning to know. i just didn't know how to ask. i looked down and took a breath. "Sir, what will You do if i do something You do not like?"

You laugh, a deep, resounding laugh, and pull me close. "I will spank you, my silly little slut, but not right now, for you have pleased me. Anything else?"

For a moment i thought, do i ask? i throw caution to the wind, what difference does it make now, anyway, for i am His, and i like that. "Can we, i mean, can we, please do it all again? Right Now?" i hid in His broad shoulders, letting my wavy hair rub up against Him. i smell Him. He smells like MAN, primitive, primal, sex-filled MAN, and i am turned on again. The needs are beginning to stir, my sex hole is getting wet and my body is inflamed. Yes, inflamed for this Man for the umpteenth time. Do i dare look up?

i do. What i see takes my breath away. The deep joyous look in His eyes says i did something He did not expect, or at least not so soon. i have to look away. i cant look into His eyes without wanting Him. i get lost and lose control. He must have sensed something, for He reaches out and gently cups my face, forcing me to look. i look. i get lost. i am swimming. i am losing myself. He whispers, "Why did you look away?"

i swallow, i cant talk, i cant breath, i touch His chest with my hot fingers, and then haltingly say, "i cant stand being this close. You ,,You,, frighten me. i frighten me..i..have never felt this before. i want to take those handcuffs and cuff You to the bed, Sir, then i want..."
"YES?"
"i want to..take the whip to YOU and tease You, and make You lust for me, then make You want me so much You hurt inside, just like i am right now, Sir" Ok, i said it, i wanted to control the scene for a moment, to feel the power that comes with it, and know that i could end it, start it, or finish it at my whim. i wanted to have Him want me so bad He would do anything i said. As i turned, He grabbed my face and gave me a warm, tongue-filled, desire filled kiss, and held me tight. Why was that light spinning? Firecrackers? Oh, i just allowed myself to be swept off to that special place where all my desire, and dreams come true.

The air is full of popping lights, and wind, and my body is being ravished again, kisses, hot kisses, fingers all over me, moans fill the air, and i am transported again to never never land, having my dreams and desires fulfilled, just as He is having His fulfilled. i am on the brink of total submission when He hands me the cuffs and then....

Originally posted by thegirl


The air is full of popping lights, and wind, and my body is being ravished again, kisses, hot kisses, fingers all over me, moans fill the air, and i am transported again to never never land, having my dreams and desires fulfilled, just as He is having His fulfilled. i am on the brink of total submission when He hands me the cuffs and then....

My mouth drops open, no man has ever done that! Did i really want this? i ran my fingers over the hard steele, i looked into His eyes. My mouth was dry. Oh, oh, i knew even before i saw. i had overstepped again!

As i started to run for the door, i felt my hair tug. i came to a complete stop, the fear. No, not the fear. i do not want the fear. i want Him. My hair in His hand, i drop to my knees and waited for His next move.

Originally posted by thegirl
My mouth drops open, no man has ever done that! Did i really want this? i ran my fingers over the hard steele, i looked into His eyes. My mouth was dry. Oh, oh, i knew even before i saw. i had overstepped again!

As i started to run for the door, i felt my hair tug. i came to a complete stop, the fear. No, not the fear. i do not want the fear. i want Him. My hair in His hand, i drop to my knees and waited for His next move.

"You silly little one, this was only a test. Had you thought I would truly relent and bend to your wishes you are dearly mistaken," I thundered.

With a quick motion I have her bent over the bed again, her ass raised and looking pleasing to my loins and eyes. "If you speak even once before I penetrate you it will be the last time you speak for months," I told her showing her the ball gag in my hand. I would use it and secure it with a lock so that the only time she was allowed to use her mouth would be feeding.

She nodded her agreement and I set to the next task in claiming this sexy whore's body. I slid three fingers in her wet pussy and worked them in and out, before she could begin to push back and respond to the invasion, I had moved from her pussy, to the tight back passage I wanted to fuck so dearly.

Her ass was still red and the welts were more than slightly visible. As the realization sank in she started to clench her tight cheeks together and attempted to pull away.

"WHACK!" My hand crashed down on her ass and I no longer easily probed and cirlcled the puckered little ring...no I was going to take her by force and that's all there would be to it.

She tried to claw her way away from me but I wouldn't have it and at once I spread her cheeks wide and nudged the pulsing little opening with the head of my cock...

Originally posted by Master_Vassago
"You silly little one, this was only a test. Had you thought I would truly relent and bend to your wishes you are dearly mistaken," I thundered.

With a quick motion I have her bent over the bed again, her ass raised and looking pleasing to my loins and eyes. "If you speak even once before I penetrate you it will be the last time you speak for months," I told her showing her the ball gag in my hand. I would use it and secure it with a lock so that the only time she was allowed to use her mouth would be feeding.

She nodded her agreement and I set to the next task in claiming this sexy whore's body. I slid three fingers in her wet pussy and worked them in and out, before she could begin to push back and respond to the invasion, I had moved from her pussy, to the tight back passage I wanted to fuck so dearly.

Her ass was still red and the welts were more than slightly visible. As the realization sank in she started to clench her tight cheeks together and attempted to pull away.

"WHACK!" My hand crashed down on her ass and I no longer easily probed and cirlcled the puckered little ring...no I was going to take her by force and that's all there would be to it.

She tried to claw her way away from me but I wouldn't have it and at once I spread her cheeks wide and nudged the pulsing little opening with the head of my cock...

Shit! This was not what i wanted! My heart was pounding, the fear this time, caught in my throat. My hair hurt from the wad He pulled out and i knew i was in trouble. Oh, what trouble! The thought of Him taking me by force! No, how could i like this so much? How could i want this man so much, after everything He put me through?

Oh, the feeling He aroused in me. His fingers, the magic He could do with them? He working in and out, making me feel every move He made in me! My body responding, wanting more, and more! The fires burn, the desires flare!

Oh, my, goodness, is this really me? The thoughts go through my head. 'Ok, i admit the thought of taking Him and controling Him was exciting, and if i had really wanted to, i could have. i could have, several times, throughout the day. So why didn't i? Maybe, because i liked what He does to me. Well, i will not admit that to Him! Trouble would only be the half of it! i was sure!'

Oh, the pain in my but! i hurt! i wanted to cry! i wanted to scream! No, i could not scream, so i bit my lip and prayed it would be over soon! This will never stop! The feeling intensified, and so did my desire for this Man!

'Take me i am yours! all of me! take me! i want it all!' Inside my head the thought screamed. i drew blood. My mouth hurt. i did not speak. i took my punishment this time, but would never let Him know what it did to me! The resolve returned, some, but the feelings inside over rode my head!

When will this end?

Originally posted by thegirl


When will this end?

Her ass felt so good as I slipped the head past that initial ring, once I could slide the shaft inside her clenching backdoor nearly pulled me inside of it's own will. She started to slowly push back after a few thrusts and she had adjusted to the lenght and girth of my cock.

Her body betrayed her, she was wanton and desiring my flesh inside her even when her mouth said no. I had to commend her though and I leaned over her as I impaled her hard with a thrust and bit the back of her neck, "See what silence can bring you slut, your innermost desires found and used against you."

I knew the way she moved against me, the way her asshole tightened and sweat poured down her back, just what it was that she needed. To give over her complete control. I had toyed with the thought of someday allowing her a moment to control me. A fleeting thought, the closest she will come to that is when I'm asleep and she awakens me with her mouth on my cock of her own free will.

There are always two sides to each of us I thought as I slammed my cock to the hilt inside her ass. A part that likes to be coaxed not necessarily taken, and a part that must dominate. In my eyes, the submissive could be complete that, submissive, yet control an aspect or two of things.

But enough thought, I slid my hand around to her nipples and tugged the chain as my balls slapped her tight little asscheeks. I whispered in her ear, "I'm going to fill this little ass of yours," reaching down I slapped her ass for good measure, "Until it seeps my cum and you will be reminded who's you are."

She shuddered and moaned, which I found permissible at this point. I grabbed her hips and slammed home time and time again until the cum came in a rush and spurted from the tip of my cock inside her bowels. She finally broke her silence and screamed, "Oh god yes, Sir."

Now what direction would I give her, or would this be her time to beg for forgiveness for her wrongful thinking and lay herself kneeling before me?

Originally posted by Master_Vassago
Her ass felt so good as I slipped the head past that initial ring, once I could slide the shaft inside her clenching backdoor nearly pulled me inside of it's own will. She started to slowly push back after a few thrusts and she had adjusted to the lenght and girth of my cock.

Her body betrayed her, she was wanton and desiring my flesh inside her even when her mouth said no. I had to commend her though and I leaned over her as I impaled her hard with a thrust and bit the back of her neck, "See what silence can bring you slut, your innermost desires found and used against you."

I knew the way she moved against me, the way her asshole tightened and sweat poured down her back, just what it was that she needed. To give over her complete control. I had toyed with the thought of someday allowing her a moment to control me. A fleeting thought, the closest she will come to that is when I'm asleep and she awakens me with her mouth on my cock of her own free will.

There are always two sides to each of us I thought as I slammed my cock to the hilt inside her ass. A part that likes to be coaxed not necessarily taken, and a part that must dominate. In my eyes, the submissive could be complete that, submissive, yet control an aspect or two of things.

But enough thought, I slid my hand around to her nipples and tugged the chain as my balls slapped her tight little asscheeks. I whispered in her ear, "I'm going to fill this little ass of yours," reaching down I slapped her ass for good measure, "Until it seeps my cum and you will be reminded who's you are."

She shuddered and moaned, which I found permissible at this point. I grabbed her hips and slammed home time and time again until the cum came in a rush and spurted from the tip of my cock inside her bowels. She finally broke her silence and screamed, "Oh god yes, Sir."

Now what direction would I give her, or would this be her time to beg for forgiveness for her wrongful thinking and lay herself kneeling before me?

The thoughts kept coming! What am i doing? My body wanted this more than anything! It wanted this MAN! It needed this MAN! Oh, i wish, i wanted to just Kneel at HIS feet, to tell Him i was sorry! To tell Him everything!

His words ran around in my mind. My innermost desires? Oh no, oh yes! My body was hot! My mind was spinning! The sweat was pouring, and i wanted more! The desires proved more than i could handle, i wanted to feel Him all over me! Inside me! i wanted HIM! i wanted what He offered me!

i looked up, tears in my eyes, attempting to move into a kneeling position and whispered, "May i speak, Sir?"

My body shuddered as i realized what i had done, and my body quivered from all this desire that welled up inside me. i was not sure of my own thoughts only sure of my desires, and at that moment, i knew. I WAS HIS, to do with as He PLEASED! It was a shocker, but there it was. I WAS HIS!

i tried to reason, only being weak, i was strong, i did not do this. No man controlled me! Ever! I WAS HIS!

i began sobbing while i tried to run from the room...

Originally posted by thegirl


i began sobbing while i tried to run from the room...

"Kneel slut!"

This was the first command I would give her knowing her thoughts. She reacted as I expected, coming stock still and turning on her heel and with her eyes lowered approached me. As she got closer she knelt down and her lips touched the tops of my feet.

"Speak your mind or remain in silence from this day forward as a ward of my control and this home," I said giving pause, "but, I warn you the temper you have seen has been nothing yet so your words had best be wisely chosen."

At first she was reluctant but then as the sobs slowed her words flowed forth. Only three words to be exact, "I am yours."

I nodded and the swiftly grabbed her flowing locks. "From now on in this home you will be required to be bare and ready at all times for anything. Should another Dominant in this domicile wish to take you, he has my blessing from this moment forward. You see we share our sluts in this house. As well as there will be times that you will be required to service all the Dominants and submissives of the home, as a reward or punishment depending on the tasks that are set for you."

I let these words settle as I thought about dragging her above to the master bedroom which belonged to me and ravishing her body all night long. The images of her lips around my cock, the way my cock had glistened with her juices and the exquisite sight of her ass accepting my throbbing shaft just made me want her again.

As the desires rose I slipped a choker chain around her neck and a leash fastened to it and led her upstair, "You'll craw everywhere until given permission to do otherwise slut, I know you understand so I won't force you to answer, yet."

What would come to be of them now that she had lain it all for me and I had taken her?

Originally posted by Master_Vassago
"Kneel slut!"


I let these words settle as I thought about dragging her above to the master bedroom which belonged to me and ravishing her body all night long. The images of her lips around my cock, the way my cock had glistened with her juices and the exquisite sight of her ass accepting my throbbing shaft just made me want her again.

As the desires rose I slipped a choker chain around her neck and a leash fastened to it and led her upstair, "You'll craw everywhere until given permission to do otherwise slut, I know you understand so I won't force you to answer, yet."

What would come to be of them now that she had lain it all for me and I had taken her?

Kneel slut! Those words had never been used on me before! i was heading for the door when He commanded me to kneel! i was not a dog, i was a woman!

My body had other plans or was it my heart? i found myself obeying. i wanted this! No! No! My head screamed. You do not want Him to control you! Snap out of it!

i was looking in through the window at someone else! This was not me, kneeling, lips on His feet. It was someone i did not know.

Oh, what was He doing to me? Did i want this? My actions spoke louder than my head, and i just followed along, wanting more!

"i am yours!"

My thought jumbled. Did i say that? i am yours? Could that whispered voice be mine? My mind went into shock! Other Doms, submissivies, share me, crawl until permission? Not on your life!

Yet, my body was reacting to His closeness again. His smell. His desire. My desires. Meshed into one. i knew i was His, but what of me? My thoughts, feelings, emotions? Was i still me?

Now why does He need this choker on me? Doesn't He know i am His? To command.
The words rattled in my brain. To command.
To own. To control. i was being controlled by something bigger than me. It was a desire i had never felt before. A desire so strong it battled my own self, it battled everything and seems to have won. i was totally His, willing to do anything, if only i could feel His touch again. If only i could place my hot mouth on His cock. Make it buldge with desire for me. Make Him want to use His magic touch, find my hidden spots, exploit my dreams, my desires. If only i could express this to Him.

i glanced up as He led me through the doorway. The sudden realizations must have shown in my eyes for He slung me over His shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and carried me off to the master bedroom.

Once there He laid me on the table, not as gently as i like, and locked me feet into the stirrups, placing my willing body where He wanted. Not sure how to react, i waited.

He pulled out His gloves, and began to prepare me for an examination! The difference here was the examination was sex related, so i tried to relax. When the cold metal object hit my wet, juices it just slid right in and spread me open. i knew He was enjoying the view! His laughing eyes watched every move i made as He played doctor with me. He gently put His fingers in one at a time, exciting my SEX even more and eliciting more moans than i can remember ever, in one night.

As my excited moans grew, i could see passion and respect in His eyes as i continued my tortured silence, as He had commanded me, even as i could see His cock standing at attention.

Originally posted by thegirl
Kneel slut!
As my excited moans grew, i could see passion and respect in His eyes as i continued my tortured silence, as He had commanded me, even as i could see His cock standing at attention.

I now had her submission, although I wasn't positive it was complete, it soon would be. Wiggling my fingers deep in her wet juice filled center I curled them and found her most sensitive of spots. My thumb resting on her clit and my fingers rubbing that spongy little area of pleasure I wanted to command her with my softer physical manner now.

The harshness earlier had set the tone, she knew I had complete control, but now I would allow her to see what good little girl's received as a reward.

As she lay there immobile I went to the refrigerator and opened the ice chest, pulling out a tray of ice cubes I returned to her. Snapping the tray and picking out a few ice cubes I slid them up and down her vuluptuous breasts and around the nipples without ever touching them. Then as the water that had melted trickled down to pool in her belly button I moved lower. Her clit was peeking out from its hood and once the ice cube touched it she writhed in excitement and longing to get something hot back inside her.

My cock was bouncing and prepared to take her again but there was still more to do to this delectible little girl. I had to show her exactly what her submission meant here. I walked to the head of the table and lowered it so that it tilted all the way back, as soon as her mouth was level with my cock I stepped forward and pressed it against her lips again. She knew what to do and was quick to open and accept my cock.

I stood over her and pinched and pulled at her clamped nipples until I felt the urge to find out just if she could deepthroat my shaft. One quick hip thrust and her mouth was filled and the tip of my cock bumped the back of her throat. She moaned, and it was obvious this little girl had some practice with a cock in her mouth.

Ever so slowly I worked in and out savoring the feel of her pink tongue caressing the bottom of my shaft as I fucked her mouth. Just before I exploded I pulled out and came all over her big titties and let the last few drops slide down her lips and chin.

"Now, we will see how well you play with others girl," I told her with a smile...

Originally posted by Master_Vassago
I now had her submission, although I wasn't positive it was complete, it soon would be. Wiggling my fingers deep in her wet juice filled center I curled them and found her most sensitive of spots. My thumb resting on her clit and my fingers rubbing that spongy little area of pleasure I wanted to command her with my softer physical manner now.



"Now, we will see how well you play with others girl," I told her with a smile...

i have never had so much cum in one night! When was the last? My mind tried to think, but the excitment my body was feeling left my mind foggy. Well, no matter. My hope was this was normal, as every nerve tingled. Every breath felt like it was the first, and my body just could not get enough.!!

His fingers did their magic again, and i could feel the juice flow, the desire was stronger now. My Sex had its own mind, and i had no control. What was that? ICE? OOHHH, MMMYYYY! i screamed inside as i felt the coldness against my fevered body. What else could He do? This thought seemed to be crossing my mind every two seconds, the passion welled up and my desires over took me, as i was helpless against His wishes.

Turning as far as i could, i watched as He slid His ready cock into my mouth, and i took it all. This is what i wanted. Yes, baby, shove it in. Yes, yes, yes, the feel was as wonderful as i expected. It was hard against my throat, and powerful. Oh, my but it felt strong, manly, and masterful! i had it, then He took it! No, i thought, i want it back! i could feel a pout, but let Him have it His way. What more could i do?

i looked into His eyes and saw something! Something else lurked there. What was it? Pride? There was a softness to His eyes i had not seen all night. That smile, oh my, i wanted that smile. More then anything i wanted Him to be proud and happy with me.

Ok, my other side took a break, and allowed me to bask in the glory of my temporary insanity. i was sure it would be back, telling me what i was doing was not me, but for now...

How i play with others? What? No!!! i want you, all night, to myself! NO, NO, NO, i screamed inside. Just one night! Just one night...

What? Oh, no, i spoke!

whispering: No, not others, just us tonight! Please! No, not others, just us....

Originally posted by da grunt
Did you ever 'experiment', were you curious"

Veronica stood thier, burning, she wasn't even really trying to stand with her legs together, and her legs and bottom felt a little weak.. she burning resounded though out her body for a second, she found herself enjoying it on a drunk deep level. she looked at Grunt for a second, as if in a daze. she was to buzzing with excitment to be very embarissed by a question that woul dhave normaly made her shy and giggly

"we...kissed once, when we'd been drinking a little..we were room-mates."

She then looked at him and her eyes grew big..he said her breasts wehre next? she shivered... her breasts and shoulders were her two really sensative zones, if you bit her on the right shoulder and pinched her nipples it was hard for her not to toatly melt... she looked at the crop in his hand, and thought about the soarness of her body in other places...would he actualy spank her across her erect and engorged nipples?

the idea was really exciteing her, the almost whimpred at the prospect... she felt a growing urge for this man... if he was this good at licking her, and this good with a crop..what would he be like other wise... what would it be like to have his hard body over her's... and what was he planning for her in Kitty? she knew what almost every man wanted to see two women do..for some reason she thought she'd really enjoying performing for her, that little tiny bit of her that was exhobitionist was getting to be pleased too... she grabbed for words, images, anything to express how he was toatly playing into every little dirty fanitsy she'd ever had, and was makeing this all over a very erotic experince.

posted by Howling_Ire ... all over a very erotic experince. He studied her, amused at her desire, so ready, already committed to this new expience. Ideas for play tripping through his mind, a carosel of delights, all his, the night young. Tonight she will have a night to compare all others too. She will know satisfaction, repeatedly. These two precious jewels, so young and tender, so similar, so inviting, friends. They must share each moment of this night with me together. Each must be rewarded fully! How do I do that? By romping through my silly list of cheap pleasures, or give them a special night, one shared forever, how?

He stood and admired her taunt breasts, erect, ripe to the point of bursting. Where else? He realizes he must test her.

He takes the crop and for the cheap theatrical purpose of the sound effects, sizzelled the crop through the air, pointing the flap.

"Do you know any of the standard submission positions? I believe you're a natural, but even they need training. The position you now assume is the 'standing' position. You are not doing it correctly, because you're looking at me. Downcast your eyes. Create your face to be demure, regardless of your internal excitement. Now hold your arms in the small of your back. Higher. No, not your hands, your hand to your other forearm. Higher. Shoulders back, notice the beautiful way your breasts rise and your tummy pulls in. Beautiful. We will show you more positions, like Kitten kneels now. Notice her butt, sitting on her feet. Her cunt, her ass, open, open for access."

As he rambles on with the training bullshit he explores her body with the crop. The flap, barely dragged across skin, he watches her everything, her every breath, every tiny muscle move, every nerve's tiny twitch. Just as he did with Kitten he does with Veronica now. Testing, watching with joy the goosebumps rise. Where Kitten's back and butt were prepared for administration, Veronica's was not. Simply dragging the crop across her shoulders caused her to arch, not in denial, but in wonderment? Other than the spanking, which she felt was adorable, he'd not hurt her at all. She begged him with her tits, wanting him, ready for him, needing for him to keep his promise, and she wondered about this monster.

Completing his exploration, he is satisfied that she's ready, his need to punish her ripe nipples overwhelms him. Standing in front of her, his kimono open, his penis full, not quite erect, he tugs at his cock, and semanal fluid coats his finger and thumb. This, he presents to her and shes uses her tongue, like a kitten, to clean the clear cream from his hand.

"Good! Now!" Using the wet fingers from Veronica's licking he diddlywops her across her swollen nipple. "AAhhh, ahhh," sez she as he snaps his fingertips to and fro. Snap, pap - left, snap, pap - right, snap,pap - left, snap, pap, right. Poor Veronica, while the reaction to the pain made her flinch, her desire for more forced her shoulders back and her proud tits forward. Her mind buzzed, shouted, there was no shame, no reservations, she was free, she did this becasue she wanted to do it.

she faught with herself, faught to hide the agony and the joy he was putting her though... the feeling of him playing with her nipples, hurting them and teasing them, makeing her feel like she was going to go insane for lust..her boy welling up and trickling down her leg...

she had a million things go through her mind, she so faught the urge to throw herself at his feet, to kiss and lick him, to beg him to let her touch him..she had a million thoughts about what he must feel like...to be next to, to touch, to have his ridged cock in her mouth... in her pussy... or maybe even a few more taboo exicteing places she k new from past relationships she liked... she tried to remain calm, demure as he said..while fighting the burning wave of passion inside, to mover her hands over him, to please him with a twist of the hips, a twitch of the tongue, a smile constriction of mussle, to do what he said and want nothing more... what a dream, and it wasn't a dream, it was becomeing very real, very intense, and she wanted to let it go... a whirl wind of passion held back, denighed, and yet to be saited totatly.

most exciteing of all she had the feeling her could read this..he could here her breath, he could notice her excitment... after all she sure was begennign to notice his, she was anxious to know where his hand wold move next, would it caress her sore bottom, would it bring more pain to her nipples..would it pull at her dark hair.... what ever he did she knew it would fill her with a hot burning need to do her best for him, from keeping her body looking well, to doing what ever other need he had, small or large...

this is the life her friend had been living, her once very close, still very sweet, friend... and she suddenly had no other desire then to share it with her... it almost seemed like her life before this had been a series of lonely mistakes..now s uddenly put aside, if not at least for the duration of her time with him.

by Howling_Ire ... it almost seemed like her life before this had been a series of lonely mistakes..now s uddenly put aside, if not at least for the duration of her time with him. "Oh my god,' His mouth went to her breast and he began kissing, sucking, licking, biting. Veronica's held her arms, like a good girl, but used the tenderness of her body to touch him as much as she could, to feel his warmth, his heat, his fire. With one arm he reached far between her legs, so the the inside of his elbos gave saddle to Verionica's split and with one lift she was airborne and moving back onto the couch, his arms again speading her legs, his tongue again devouring her precious cunt, savoring the juices.

"Kitten, here, now!" And Kitten comes. He kisses her deeply, sharing the taste. Again he eats Veronica's pussy and again he shares the kiss with Kitten. Kitten's hungry lips thankful for the attention, begging for more.

"Kitten," he says, more tenderly, "go kiss your friend, comfort her."

He returns to Veronica's moist, pretty pussy, and now begins to use his hands. Hands in symetry. As he devours his hands move to her feet, caressing, massaging, to her ankles, together each hand to each leg, to each foot, to each toe. As he works us, past her knees, her thighs, always symetry, not missing anywhere, anywhere except his dinner bowl, where he continued to enjoy, greedily, chewing, pulling licking, probbing. His hands went above his head, to her tummy, her lovely tummy and perfect button. Both hands take handfuls of flesh, squeezing, pushing, techniques usually employed on ones back during massage, he employed on her stomach, pushing the lovely skin together, burying his fingers, feeling her organs, the deepest massage she ever received. Her chest, firmly he pushed against the ribs, feeling the muscle, feeling the smoothness her defined rib cage. Her massaged her breast, hard, feeling for any abnormalities, checking that he would not inflict damage, all the while his eyes closed, his nose buried at her clit.

"Veronica, you precious, you pass the taste test," he laughs and then says, "Switch lips, Kitten, I want to kiss our friend."

They exchange positions. Kitten, not tentative, but anxious assumes the position and begins treating Veronica like she would like to be treated. The golden rule.

He studies her face for a wee bit, as Kitten tastes her duties, he watches Veronica's passion throws. Exchanging souls they look into one another's eyes, and he take her face in his hands, moves his face to her and kisses her. Tenderly at first, exploring, tasting, chewing her lips, becoming more urgent, more heated. He stopped and again looked into her eyes, lost in a paradise she'd never been before.

"Kitten, I do like your friend. But now, girl, go hang for the bar. Veronica, you to, up!" And he gives Veronica a hard swat on the butt to motivate her.

Kitten arrives first and Veronica tries to get next to her. "No. Not like that. Hang facing each other. Entertwine your fingers and arms the best you can. You are not to kiss, yet."

He again retrieves the crop.

Originally posted by da grunt

He again retrieves the crop.

she almost hangs fromt he bar, almost to short, haveing to balance on the very tip of her toes..she wiggles against kitty alittle, feeling her hot flesh move against her, remembering the kiss earlier...why was it that girls were always so soft? it felt good, she wondered if that's what it would be like if two things made out of silk rubbed against eachtoher...but then thier she was, her breth and kitty's breath, shareing heat, thier breasts and stomachs rubbing against eachtoher as they tried to keep thier balance

she tried to hide a smile as she wondrered if some of the struggleing wasn't because it did feel so good to wiggle against kitty, the occasional coo comeing out of her mouth...

she looked over at the man's crop..she wondered how much more of his pain she co uld take...and answer she was thinking she might like to find out, her mussles pulled..a well earned strain, t hat only added to her excitment, expeicaly as she watched a drop of sweat from being so close to another warm body, fall down her stomach and trickle down kitty's thigh, she move her head back al ittle, enjoyed the feeling of her hair on her shoulders... what was he going to do now? her mind realed... what would he do to further please her...she realised how despriatly she wanted him, and any attention he'd give her, or her and kitty...if playing with kitty wo uld please him, then on god, it was going to please her..she was so wet her legs slid together with a motion..she was a well oiled machine for him, ready to take this love...ready to be filled up...

Originally posted by thegirl

What? Oh, no, i spoke!

whispering: No, not others, just us tonight! Please! No, not others, just us....


She had broken the command of silence I had given her and now it was time to coax her along. I would allow her the simple request of being only us tonight but she would be rethinking that decision many time before the night ended.


Where to start I wondered, and then it hit me, she had expressed her simple fear of heights so that would do nicely. I also knew that when she was blindfolded her body shook and she had goosebumps all up and down her spine. Hmm, I thought, she had her fear of heights and loss of vision.

Before she could protest or fight back her hands were once again bound but this time by leather restraints with simple eyelets through them that I could put through a hook on a chain on the ceiling in this room. Before standing her up from the table I decided that tonight would be a good time to slide the silk hood over her face and show her a world of darkness.

She cried begged and pleaded as I slipped the hood over her head, showing that she didn't know some restraint she needed to have. For each word she used I decided that was another inch off the floor. The silk hood would allow her to breathe while also keeping all the light from her eyes.

After getting the hood over her head I slipped the ankle cuffs open and pulled her upright, I led her pleading the whole way to the center of the room and attached the link of chain into the cuffs and hoisted her slowly up, all told, she was 24 inches, only two feet up off the floor but she would have no idea with the hood on just how high she was.

Now I stood back and waited, waited for her to beg plead and offer her womanly wares for pleasure to get out of the situation she found herself in.

As she kicked and flailed she wore herself down and soon I heard the sobbing beneath the hood. Now was time to give her something else to think about. I picked up a wooden old style hairbrush and bristle first slapped her ass hard with it...

What would she do now?

posted by Howling_Ire ... ready to be filled up... There they hung together, longtime friends, friends who had shared adventures, struggles, secrets, trials and travails, even a kiss, now sharing a new adventure, a very different adventure. Kitten the initiated, Veronica, not yet so. Kitten having already had an unbelievable emotional evening before the surprise of Veronica’s visit now finding herself with bizarrely competing emotions. The desire to help enlighten her friend, the desire to share this thing with her friend, a hint of evil there, too. Wondering whether he would let her use the crop on Veronica. Wondering if he would give the crop to Veronica to use on her. She wondered why she had such strange feelings? There was that boyfriend in college. And there he was. Playing with Veronica like a new shiny toy. Was the green monster in her motivations, too?

Now their taunt bodies hung, girl flesh struggling against girl flesh, and girls being girls and girls just wanting to have fun, these girls pushed their instructions and bumped and ground against each other, often going to one foot and using their other leg in caress.

He enjoys this struggle of flesh, tits, smashed to tits, tummies, grinding tummies, all in delicious parallel, as if one in mirror image, each unique, each the same.

“You’re already old friends, the way I see it, you’re almost sisters, anyway. But, after tonight, you will be sisters. You’ll have the deepest bond. And you will know who your daddy is!” And, with the exclaimation, lashes the crop, the stalk, equally across both girls ribs, across the soft white flesh of their breast. ZZZzzziiippTt. The blinding flash crosses both girls faces as each enjoys theirs, and her sisters shock of instant, delicate, pain. The effect was as he desired, a bright welt, equally spread over each breast, over each ribcage.

ZZZzzzippppTt, across each waistline. ZZZZzziiipppTt, the thighs. Each receiving exactly the same, each blow extremely sharp, but not heavy.

The other side, ZzZZiippptt, ZZZiiipptt, zzzippptts

His eyes are golden, the green retreating to tiny dots in the iris, he is not tired, but his breath labors, labors in lust.

Three new slashes. Fresh. The other side.

“You may kiss. Do not remove your hands.”

Originally posted by Master_Vassago
She had broken the command of silence I had given her and now it was time to coax her along. I would allow her the simple request of being only us tonight but she would be rethinking that decision many time before the night ended.


As she kicked and flailed she wore herself down and soon I heard the sobbing beneath the hood. Now was time to give her something else to think about. I picked up a wooden old style hairbrush and bristle first slapped her ass hard with it...

What would she do now?

i knew i was in trouble by the look in his eyes. i didnt mean it, really, i did not mean to speak! My body cried out. Oh, dear me, what have i done. The restraints were back on my hands, and this time they had a hook! This could mean only one thing. Heights!

My body began to shake. My head swam. No, not that again! Not that. Anything but that! Please! My mind said, SHUT UP! My fears had something else to say.

"Please, No, no, Not that again! i will do anything!"

No, what was that? Darkness? i could not see. The world went blank. Now the fear really spoke. SHUT UP said my mind, fears over voiced that inner warning.

"Sir, Sir, are You there, no, please do not leave me. Please, Sir. NO!"

He hoisted me up, it had to be up to the rafters. i knew He had left me. Just hanging, in the dark, with my own fears to keep me company! i did not know what to do. i finally gave in and cried, tears streamed down my face, yet He was not moved, nor could He see them. The darkness overcame me, and i wept.

"Please, Sir, are You there? i am sorry. i promise to never speak unless You tell me too. Please Sir, let Your little slut go! i will be good the rest of the night! i promise!"

Originally posted by da grunt
Three new slashes. Fresh. The other side.
“You may kiss. Do not remove your hands.”

She leans against Kitty, kissing her, enjoying her soft lips..thier bodies grinding aginst eachother, enjoying the feeling of the new marks the man had given them.. they ran thier soft legs against eacother, sometimes one oft hem running the knee of thier leg against the warm slit of the other...causeing squirming and more kissing..

she ran her tongue softly against kitty's lip, and kitty returned with her tongue, both of them exploreing and playing with the other's...as they did this Veronica ran her leg up the side of Kitty's boddy, then Kitty returned the favor....Veronica felt so special being able to share this with her new sister... her kisses, her softness..the little bits of stickyness Kitty was leaveing on her leg that would cool in the air... she figured he man had to be getting a nice eye full..thier soft female body's working against one another, obviously hot and eager for more satisfaction

she was curious about her friend..what could her tongue do to her, what co uld her hands, her fingers... given the c hance she'd please Kitty, then the man..then anyone else they could bring on, she didn't care at this point..she needed the fullfillment of it, she was yearning..and that was escapeing from her in little moans and hushed whimpers...

Originally posted by thegirl


"Please, Sir, are You there? i am sorry. i promise to never speak unless You tell me too. Please Sir, let Your little slut go! i will be good the rest of the night! i promise!"

I had to laugh, if this girl only knew that her feet were only barely off the floor it would show her how innane her fears could be. But not yet, perhaps never would I allow her to know just how high or low in the air she was.

"I am still here and obviously you haven't learned to shut your mouth yet slut!"

I gave her another swat with the brush and as the bristles hit her she moaned. She was trying to stifle a scream but it wasn't easy for her. It was now time for another tool, I pulled a bearclaw from the nightstand and stood behind her. Slowly I let it rake down her back scratching her almost drawing blood. Once I got to her ass I dug in a little harder and watched as she wiggled and squirmed to get away.

The tiniest trickles of blood ran down her ass and now I was satisfied. It hadn't actually hurt her to the point of scarring her only scaring. Now I wanted to see her reaction to the unknown. I went to the broom closet and pulled out a feather duster and came back to the room. As I stood behind her whimpering body I knew she was coming to terms with her new fears.

Ever so slowly once again I ran the ends of the feather duster against her back and around her sides. Her shrieking was almost unbearable. She made screams about bugs and spiders and I knew that she must fear these as well. I would have to keep that in my mental file should she act up again.

I continued to tease her with the duster until she fainted away. Slowly I lowered her back to the floor enough so that I could lay her back on the bed.

I left the hood on her and spread her legs wide and began to slide my cock deep inside her soaked pussy. In a moment she came too and her cuffed hands came down and around my neck to my back and she began to scratch and claw at my back. It was then I leaned down and lifted the hood off of her head and kissed her.

"You know now you are mine and the consequences of defying any command don't you?"

I awaited her response as I thrust deeper into her moist cavern.

Originally posted by Master_Vassago
I had to laugh, if this girl only knew that her feet were only barely off the floor it would show her how innane her fears could be. But not yet, perhaps never would I allow her to know just how high or low in the air she was.

"I am still here and obviously you haven't learned to shut your mouth yet slut!"


I left the hood on her and spread her legs wide and began to slide my cock deep inside her soaked pussy. In a moment she came too and her cuffed hands came down and around my neck to my back and she began to scratch and claw at my back. It was then I leaned down and lifted the hood off of her head and kissed her.

"You know now you are mine and the consequences of defying any command don't you?"

I awaited her response as I thrust deeper into her moist cavern.

The feeling raced through my mind. What was that? SMACK! OUCH! My aready sore ass hurt from the smacks, and i heard Him comment on my still talking.

What was i to do? i cried, begged and pleaded, but it was no use. i finally SHUT UP!

i was quite until,
i felt something crawl up my back, and around my sides, SPIDERS! No, He could not be that mean! To allow spiders on His little slut? No! i tried to fight the fear. but i lost the battle. i screamed. The world went black.

When i a woke, He was inside me, i was no longer hanging. Oh my , i was saved. He saved me, What a good Master. He saved me. That was all i could think. i was no longer suspended, nor had spiders on me.

He felt so good, i just allowed Him to have me, thinking i could DO THIS ALL NIGHT!
When He talked to me, i just nodded. No words came out of my mouth this time. For now i was content to be in His arms and NOT speak.

He saw the look in my eyes and knew...

Originally posted by thegirl

He saw the look in my eyes and knew...

I knew and now I had her. There would be no more struggles to get free. She was mine. I could see it on her face as I penetrated her over and over again. My cock pulsed inside her clenching pussy and I was amazed at how the little tears still trickled down her cheeks. I think it was a bit of a mixture of excitement, contentment, and exhaustion all in one.

I kissed away the teardrops and then lifted her legs over my shoulders as I slid in to the hilt again. Her pussy was clenching with vice grip as I worked each inch in and out of her moist snatch.

Her erect nipples covered by the clamps bumped my own rings in my nipples as we met nipple to nipple. I gave her nipples a good hard tug and then reached down around her cupping her ass and slid a finger into her well lubed asshole.

"Oh god Sir," she moaned as I worked to fill her up.

I would let this moan pass because it was one of pleasure not begging. I slowly pulled almost all the way out of her and then flipped her over. My fingers spread her ass wide and as I fingered her tiny backdoor, I slammed her pussy with my cock over and over again. Through numerous orgasms her cuffed hands gripped the sheets and she bit the pillow as her ass was raised high in the air. I slapped it hard one time.

Then teased her, "Who's your Master?"

Even through her giggle she replied, "You are Sir."

I slid out of her again and this time lay flat on my back and helped her slide over me and then pulled her down and thrust up into her pussy again. My fingers found her nipples once more and tugged them and twisted until she opened her eyes and winked at me.

Then tossing her head back she leaned all as far as she could before writhing on my lap like a stripper. Her clit was swollen and just begging for attention and I reached down and rubbed it hard and fast as she squealed in pleasure.

"I'm going to cum," I yelled out as she started to shake and convulse on my prick.

She never hesitated just rode me faster until I spurted deep within her cushiony walls.

Slowly she came down from her climax and with a smile she disengaged and dropped her head between my legs to clean my shaft.

I watched her head move and felt her warm mouth and wondered just how much more I could find to do to this little sultry vixen before the end of the night. And then again for the rest of her time with me.

That was when she looked up with my still semi-erect cock in her mouth....

by Howling_Ire ... from her in little moans and hushed whimpers... The hanging flesh, 4 tits, pressed tightly together, wonderful silken smoothy skin, he must give the the allusion. He knew how. Into the kitchen he goes and takes about a half of cup of vegetable oil, and puts it in the microwave for 22 seconds. The girls hear the microwave and wonder. He returns with the small bowl of oil, and sticks his finger into it to make sure is would not burn, and fills his palm, then goes to his precious ones and pours between their their breasts. The girls squirm in lust as the warm oil flows down their torsos. He uses his hand to massage the oil between their breasts and lub his arm, his arm which he begins to use as a giant cock, his fist the head, and his long arm, flexed, rippling. He takes this arm and penetrates between the girls hips, driving his fist up, up until his fist contests with the gumblemass of soft tit flesh. He rotates his fist, left and right, making sure each teat felt his attentions. Up he drove his fist, up to their faces and there he splayed his fingers, spreading the oil on their faces, encouraging them to suck at his fingers as he moved his giant arm between the torsos.

Again to the fist, and down, again to rotate around the tits. Up and Down, fucking them with his arm, letting each of them know, letting each experience the exact same feeling at the exact same time, the whole time his cock near bursting, an iron rod, pulsing. They could blow him together. He could cum like that, but, goddamnit, he only had one cock! How could he fuck them together. What would the kama sutra suggest. For now he continued to fuck them with his arm, enjoying their elation. The night was still young.

Originally posted by Master_Vassago
I knew and now I had her. There would be no more struggles to get free. She was mine. I could see it on her face as I penetrated her over and over again. My cock pulsed inside her clenching pussy and I was amazed at how the little tears still trickled down her cheeks. I think it was a bit of a mixture of excitement, contentment, and exhaustion all in one.

I kissed away the teardrops and then lifted her legs over my shoulders as I slid in to the hilt again. Her pussy was clenching with vice grip as I worked each inch in and out of her moist snatch.

Her erect nipples covered by the clamps bumped my own rings in my nipples as we met nipple to nipple. I gave her nipples a good hard tug and then reached down around her cupping her ass and slid a finger into her well lubed asshole.

"Oh god Sir," she moaned as I worked to fill her up.

I would let this moan pass because it was one of pleasure not begging. I slowly pulled almost all the way out of her and then flipped her over. My fingers spread her ass wide and as I fingered her tiny backdoor, I slammed her pussy with my cock over and over again. Through numerous orgasms her cuffed hands gripped the sheets and she bit the pillow as her ass was raised high in the air. I slapped it hard one time.

Then teased her, "Who's your Master?"

Even through her giggle she replied, "You are Sir."

I slid out of her again and this time lay flat on my back and helped her slide over me and then pulled her down and thrust up into her pussy again. My fingers found her nipples once more and tugged them and twisted until she opened her eyes and winked at me.

Then tossing her head back she leaned all as far as she could before writhing on my lap like a stripper. Her clit was swollen and just begging for attention and I reached down and rubbed it hard and fast as she squealed in pleasure.

"I'm going to cum," I yelled out as she started to shake and convulse on my prick.

She never hesitated just rode me faster until I spurted deep within her cushiony walls.

Slowly she came down from her climax and with a smile she disengaged and dropped her head between my legs to clean my shaft.

I watched her head move and felt her warm mouth and wondered just how much more I could find to do to this little sultry vixen before the end of the night. And then again for the rest of her time with me.

That was when she looked up with my still semi-erect cock in her mouth....



My emotions, riding high,
my love, exploding,
all over, as my body took over.
Each move better than before.
Each look tender,
the feelings were out of this world
so was i. I was flying high,
high as a bird,
flying to my dreams,
but my own reality was i was here,
with Him, doing everything i wanted.
i was facing my fears,
for the first time in my life,
able to overcome them with His help.
i was breathless, excited, scared
all at once, unable to express them.
Yet He knew. Somehow He knew.

My tears came. They came for fear. They came for joy. They came for HIM. They came for me. They came because i found where i belonged. i belonged to HIM. i was HIS. i had tears for the freedom i had. Tears to think like me. I WAS HIS.

i want this. i want Him. i want to allow myself to be free. i will do anything. My thoughts ran through my head. i was crazy! i was free. i was the queen. i could feel Him watching me, looking into my eyes, reading my thoughts. 'Oh no! i don't want you to know! Not yet!' He gave me a swat and asked who was my master, and even through my tears, tangled emotions, and thoughts i heard myself giggle and say He was. It was true! i knew it and He knew it. Now everyone, peeking into the website link knew it as well, and well, i didn't care. The tears came anyway.

i rode Him faster and faster, higher and higher, making my body sway as if i were dancing. We were swaying, moving, running, thrusting, dancing. Moving in time to an unheard melody, deep in our own world, with a primitive move only the two of us understood. We moved as one. We worked as one. We were one. We finished together. The orgasm ran through me. My heart was beating fast, my head was spinning. My feelings were out of control. My body shook, my hands shook. The sweat was pouring, and i wanted more!
"Oh, god, Sir!"

i was content. My mind was quite, my nerves settled and i saw that look again. That wondering what to do with me look. That amazed look. That I am proud of you look. "May i speak?" i asked in a hushed whisper, less He really heard me. "Yes, my slut, what?"

"What are You going to do with me?" "Make you mine" was all He said. The words ran through my head. Make me His. Make me His? i was HIS. Didn't He know that? The look in my eyes spoke of days together, finding out about each other, danger, lust, lots of lust, lots more lust, and yes, maybe even complete submission on my part, if i could get my mind in on this adventure. Yes, Maybe even complete surrender, sweet surrender. Like tonight. My eyes tell more truth then i like. They told Him my feelings, my desires, my fears, my submission to Him. They spoke more words then i could express, and i knew He read them. i could feel it. i could feel the change. i was too close to Him. i wanted Him again, this new found Master, this MAN, this lover and tormentor. This man who made my deepest fears reality, then took me to the highest mountain and fulfilled my every desire. In one instant, my tormentor, then my gentlest lover! What is a girl to do, i ask? So

As i began to lick our cum, i looked up. My eyes were a deep green, and i saw my reflection in the mirror. i was leaning over Him, licking His cock, cum all over my mouth, hair whipping in the wind, nipples clipped, and not caring who saw it. Funny, i did not notice the mirror before. What was behind it? People? Animals? Cameras?

Maybe...

Originally posted by shysexkitten
Ok so my boyfriend and i have dabbled into the bdsm stuff a little with spanking, handcuffs, worshipping, begging and stuff and i love it i really do nothing turns me on more than that stuff. My question is that he likes sometimes when i take charge but yet he never seems to ever totally trust me or let down his gaurd anytime. He always has to be in charge or on top. I just want to break him one time and show him what ive got but i cant seem to do it. Have any suggestions? anything would help! Thanks!

If you have control, you don't need to ask for it.

Originally posted by thegirl


As i began to lick our cum, i looked up. My eyes were a deep green, and i saw my reflection in the mirror. i was leaning over Him, licking His cock, cum all over my mouth, hair whipping in the wind, nipples clipped, and not caring who saw it. Funny, i did not notice the mirror before. What was behind it? People? Animals? Cameras?

Maybe...

I knew as she looked up at me and beyond that she saw the mirror, which at times has had people behind it for viewing, but now as always there was a camera running and videotaping every moment of our time together. Soon enough she may be allowed to watch what had happened but I had more in store for her tonight.

As she lapped the cum from my cock, our sweet mixture of juices, I watched her ass in the air as well as her lips travelling down the length of my cock. Her tongue snaked out and went down to the sack below and she lifted each swollen nut with her tongue and sucked it into her mouth moaning all the while.

Her tiny hand stroked my shaft up and down, her fingertips not quite reaching all the way around it as I watched from my angle in admiration and desire at her oral talents. She indeed seemed to love the taste of our cum and made no hesitation to slurp and lick every last drop from my groin area. Indeed once she was done cleaning me she wrapped her full pink lips back around the head and bobbed up and down twirling her tongue around the shaft while her fingers cupped and massaged my balls.

She looked up again, her greygreen eyes alive and full of hunger and continued to suck my cock for all she was worth. No longer tonight did I feel the need to whip her, only to fuck her into the glorious submission she had and would give time and time again.

Suddenly the feeling became much more intense as she plunged down to the base of my shaft with her lips. I knew I wanted to fuck her again tonight and this could be the last time my cock got hard. I was only torn between fucking her tight pussy, and that round perfect pert ass...which would I take? Perhaps for her excellent change in attitude I would present her with both options and see which one she would choose...That was the direction I would take.

"Now girl, climb on top and slip me into either of your two tight holes for the last time tonight. Be it your tiny little asshole or that supertight pussy, I don't care just take me deep and fast either way..I said get there now slut!"

Originally posted by da grunt
The night was still young.

Veronica loved the feeling of the hard arm between thier bodies, rubbing up against her mussles, pushing into the soft parts that made her woman... she ran her tounge across Kitty's lips, teasing her mouth, Kitty was obviously loveing it...the tip of Vernoica's little pointy tongue teasing the tips of her lips... makeing them both be so filled with lust that they have to keep readjusting thier grip on the bar so that they don't fall to the ground, and become an driping, hot oil incase mess on the floor.

Originally posted by Master_Vassago


She looked up again, her greygreen eyes alive and full of hunger and continued to suck my cock for all she was worth. No longer tonight did I feel the need to whip her, only to fuck her into the glorious submission she had and would give time and time again.

Suddenly the feeling became much more intense as she plunged down to the base of my shaft with her lips. I knew I wanted to fuck her again tonight and this could be the last time my cock got hard. I was only torn between fucking her tight pussy, and that round perfect pert ass...which would I take? Perhaps for her excellent change in attitude I would present her with both options and see which one she would choose...That was the direction I would take.

"Now girl, climb on top and slip me into either of your two tight holes for the last time tonight. Be it your tiny little asshole or that supertight pussy, I don't care just take me deep and fast either way..I said get there now slut!"

i knew He was watching. i could feel it. i knew the feel of His eyes. At least He was smiling. i continued to lick His cock. The taste of our cum, mixed together, was wonderful. i savored every lick, every portion, every little area. i ran my fingers over Him, feeling the hardness come back. i was so busy, i forgot about the mirror.

i just wanted so much! i wanted more of what He offered. The pain brought me to the pleasure. i received so much from Him.
What could i give Him in return?

The thought crossed my mind, 'Would i have changed anything?' No. My body hurt. My beatings did not leave scars, just a dull ache, but when He looked at me like He was now, i knew it had been worth every Strike, every WHIP, everything had been used to bring me to this moment, this submission, this desire, this burn inside. i was giving myself up to Him, and i could not fight it. i didn't want to fight it. i just wanted to please Him.

i looked up and knew He saw the desire spark. i did not even try to hide it. i knew He was reading my mind. i let Him see it all. i let Him look into my deepest hidden areas of my heart, and see the effect He had on me. i knew He saw the need to please Him, to make Him understand that i would submit to Him, that He would be handed my total heart, my soul and my mind. i knew He read the sorrow, and the pain. i knew He saw the joy as well, and that never ending need to have HIM with me, inside me, filling me up, making me cum and cum and cum!

i looked down, and then began to work. i worked His shaft like there was no time left. Like my days were numbered. The fever took over and i just had to have Him again. This could not be me! i was never like this, but i was for THIS MAN! i was like the little whore He called me, and i liked being that way. i was feeling freedom.

i got to choose?

i scrambled on top ready to ride Him again, my pussy wet with juice and a need to feel His cock give pleasure to my hot pussy. The juices were running down my leg. My pussy was ripe for relief. Ready for Him to finish me. i could hear the juice rumble within my cavern, as i rode Him. SLOSH, SLOSH! It was a wild call for freedom, for His total domination of me. My Master had me in His hand for now, and i rode with it!

i raised my arm like a cowgirl and shouted,

"Let the games begin!" then whispered "Sir!"

by Howling_Ire ... mess on the floor. He continued to fuck them with his arm, wanting it harder, faster. The girls sweating freely, in estacy. He, tasting their necks, their backs, their shoulders, their breasts. The delicous taste of the oil, mixed with the sweat of passion, and flavored with the dripping pussy juices. The most delicous taste, passion.

As he tries to bring the greatest joy to these sweet creatures, he wonders at their pleasure. How feline their movements, independent, yet the same. He though of his friend, Master Vassago, he remembered their deal. How would MV use these beautiful animals. He knew thegirl was no longer by the window, and he guessed the Vassago had captured her. HA! The dungeon or the attic? I think the dungeon. He will teach her well.

Still, he continued to torso fuck their body, simulating the action of a hard fuck, withdrawing his arm completely, only to ram it in again, and again, and again, until, at last, he extends his hand in front of their faces and splayes his hand and each mouth takes a digit, Kitten his thumb and Veronica multiple fingers, tasting the delicous taste, the taste of raw passion.

"HHHmmmrrrhhhgghh, good." and he removes his arm and tenderly caresses between their breasts.

He leaves, goes into the kitchen and returns with towels.

"Drop!," he commands, "Here, wipe that shit off each other! Do not touch each other's cunts!"

He watches as they comply, almost comical in their attention to detail. His heart swells as he watches them. So innocent. So vulnerable. He would teach them to fight!

"Good. Now I'm going to hang from the bar, and you two will wipe this crap off me and then you will make me cum. You see my cock, now adore it. I await your pleasure."

He stands at the bar and easily grabs it, no stretching, only his simple disciple keeping his hands to the bar.

"Now - get busy!"

Originally posted by da grunt

"Now - get busy!"

She moved hurredly with kitten, both of them almost giggleing with glee, hapy to comply with his wishes..they both grabbed a fresh towl and unrolled it, and walked up to the man..they then began to whipe the oil off of his arms, covering him with the soft fluff of the towel, takeing great care to remove teh goo, occastionaly useing thier tongues to lap at the more stubborn spots...then they moved over to his face, carefully cleaning off a few spots where the oil had been, then moveing down, both of the enjoying the feeling of the towel moveing across his mussles,...strained from the bar, being oh so tender around the soar spots on his back...working thier way down to his tummy, they then made it to his firm botom and his firm cock..

Kitten smiled at Vernoica and she smiled back, knowing this wasn't so much a job for the towels.

Vernoic insituded the cleaning by softly placeing her lips around the head of his cock, sucking on it softly, makeing sure to lick around it, makeing sure she sucked any possible dollop of oil off... she then she moved back, biteing at her lip, looking very turned on, and wishing he'd told her it was ok to play with her pussy..it was certinatly ready for it

then her and Kitten moved both of thier heads in, and began to lick the shaft of his cock, tasteing it with quick gentile little licks , almost gigleing, then moveing in to longer, more bold licks, wraping thier tongues around the shaft, letting thier tongues meet, rubbing the tips against each other's... Victora's hand makeing it'ss way down to his balls, gently kneeding them between her fingers as her and Kitten ran thier tongues all ove rhis cock, the shaft, the base, occasionaly the head..

Then Veronica decided on a change of pace, she moved her mouth over the head of his cock...running her tongue across it once again, feeling the soft flesh with her tongue, and the warm insides of her mouth, she looked down and Kitten, Kitten smiled and followed suit, takeing his smooth balls into her mouth, sucking one side softly, occasionaly takeing more into her mouth and running her tongue around it in circles..then switching to the otherside...Veronica started working her way further down his cock, slowly working up and down on it, takeing in more and more, flicking her tongue across it... eventualy working it as far in as she could take it, sucking hard...

Then Kitty moved back and jealously pushed on Vernoica, Vernoica smiled and moved off, letting Kitty take her place, sucking on his hard cock, laping at the precum, and Veronica focusing her attention to his ballls, moveing them in and out of her mouth with little bits of suction, occasionaly licking at them as she played with them in her fingers....both girls loveing every moment..hopeing to get him off soon..

by Howling_Ire ... hopeing to get him off soon.. He made animal noises, he did it because they liked it, it was obvious they enjoyed this non-verbal communications, growls of pleasure, of encouragement, growls of big cat. His face contorts, nostrils flair, his lips in snarl, his eyes glow golden, the green retreating to insignificance, the golden taking on a redish hue, his lust overwhelming.

As his growled encouragement continues, he knows how difficult it is to for him to cum like this, he knew his cock was destined to split, fucking asunder, before he could fuck one of these precious beauties. He wants to cum so badly, now, spurting hugely, his balls aching, veins bulge, his cockhead deep lavendar, the rim of the helmut, deep purple, the deepest purple. Incredibly, it seems to grow, even more. 'Awwwdamn, in need to cum, grrrrrrr his minds voice echoing in his growl. They'll never make me cum like this, if I could put my hand on the motherfucker I'd cum in seconds, but they've got to do it, 'awwwwwdamn, so fucking good, grrrrrr

They continue to work, the minutes pass, and their need becomes frantic. No little boy, this. They wonder what will make him cum, and they begin to use their hands.

"No hands, goddamnit," the low growl, and he shakes his hips violently, smacking each girl across the face with his hard cock. THUMP! It fells as if a small child has struck them. Surprise by the heft of the hit, but wanting more, they bravely hold their faces forward, as he uses his cock alone to beat the lovely faces, leaving prickprints coloring their complexion. He obvoiusly enjoys this punishment, wishing he could cum by this, to use his cock as an ultimate instrument of pleasurace torture, to see his cock spurting the reddened faces, to see them lick each other's faces clean, yet knowing it will not be, certainly his cock would split apart first.

"You silly girls, I must fuck! Put a cunt or an assole to my cock now, goddamnit. Each of you, godddamn it, I'll be fucking each of your holes before you make me cum. Its a goddamn evil gift! Whose first? Now!"

kitten bends over and presents her ass to him.....he rubbes her ass and is pleased with what is before him. He sticks a finger in her little back door and she yelps with shock. He laughs at her responce and then has the other beauty lick kittens backdoor to get it good and ready for him once she is good and wet he slams his cock into her asshole and starts pounding inside of her. the other beauty starts to massage and suck on his balls while he fucks kitten. Suddenly he pulls out......

by shysexkitten Suddenly he pulls out...... He watches as Kitten bends over and presents her ass to him. Circumstances beyond his control force him to remove one hand from the bar, which he uses to rub her ass, pleased with what is before him. He fingers her overripe cunt, dripping its sweet nectar and uses this lubed finger in her little asshole and she yelps with delicious shock. He laughs at her response and returns his hand to the bar.

“Veronica, serve your sister, lick her ass before I fuck her! Do it like you’d like it done, because you will get it done, and soon.”

Veronica looks at Kitten’s clean, perfect little asshole, and surprises herself, she has no reservations, and begins to lovingly adore her friends tender posterior.

He swings easily on the bar, the height no problem for him, he uses his legs as props to encourage the girls desire. He lifts his foot to Veronicas ass, as she squats to perform on Kitten, and uses his toes to feel her ass, his big toe into her ass, then crooking down, into her dripping pussy.

“Alright, switch, Veronica, you bend down in front of Kitten, and Kitten, goddamnit, I’m not moving my hands again! You back onto my cock and I’m going to pound the shit outta you! You can use your hands on Veronica if you like, but eat her you must.”

He presents his cock, erect, throbbing, and Kittens moves back onto it, pushing her ass against his swollen head. He moved back, slightly, so that she had to force back further, so that she had to pull Veronica closer with her in order to keep contact.

Further back she pushed, and further back he moved, until, finally, he was far enough to satisfy his urge to ram her ass. He allowed her to work her sphincter around his cockhead, but denied her more of his swollen tool. Harder she pushed, all the while pulling Veronica’s ass to her face, using each other in support and in pleasure. Her asshole stretched around the head of the cock, and shallowly he fucker her tight hole, almost pulling out before inserting the head again, and swinging on the bar, his cock a leash to her ass and her face a link to Veronica’s sweet pussy.

Kitten knew his game, she was ready, she craved what he was going to do, she wanted it so badly, when would he give it to her, why did he torment her so?

Suddenly he pulls out ... leaving her gaping ass, open and empty, only to thrust back in, steadily, determined, inch upon inch upon inch until his full cock was buried in her ass, filling her, his hard cock hot, hot iron, deep in her bowels, his balls bounce from clit as she digs her nails into Veronica’s back in wanton desire. Giant animal sounds escape him, and her, the animal sound of submissive whimpering, the joy of surrender, and the murmuring of Veronica, lost in passion’s throes.

Slowly out, in, out, in, out, harder, faster, he uses the bar for leverage and thrusts his mightiest thrusts, using his upper legs to smack against the back of Kitten’s thighs, each stroke into her ass brought double smacks, tenderly punishing this darling girl, her skin so tender, her silken ass marvelously tight, grasping, pulling his cock.

He realized that he had been very wrong. His balls tightened, and incredibly, his cock seemed to grow even harder, larger. His legs became jerky, his toes roll and contort almost to cramping, the temperature of his thighs drops as goosebumps cover his legs, his chest, his shoulders, and he cums. Huge spurts, again and again, his body jerking his head back, in ecstasy, deep growls with each thrusting spurt. He left his swollen cock fully in her ass as he rocked his hips, keeping his cock buried deep, enjoying the tight muscles around his cock as it lost it desperate hardness. His growls became more as purrs as she used her ass to massage his cock, tightening, not wanting to let him leave, wishing her could stay there forever.

He had surprised himself. He had not thought he would cum so easily, he had told them he would fuck each of their holes. He was not done.

“Girls, both of you, here, clean my cock!” Still he continued to hold the bar.

veronica and kitten both lick each side of his cock clean making sure to get it good and hard again.

Vernoica tried to hide her revulsion at haveing to lick his cock after he had just... oh my.. but she found herself compu8sed to do it, looking out of the corner of her eye at her sister who was devouring him with a frenzy..she found herself balanceing body on her knee, rubbing her thighs together passonatly..thier was a part of her that was jealious taht Kitty had gotten all of his attention... she found herself desireing to know what it was like to feel his hard cock inside of her... she was haveing lurid dreams in her mind of him grabbing her, shoveing her face down in the matress, and fucking her till she couldn't move anymore...

she wanted to claw away at kitty to, lap at her sweet love juices, burry all of her pleasure and fustration into pleaseing her sister for his approval..perhaps while the man took her...

she thought about how shocking her behavoir tonight would be to so many people she knew, and part of that turned her on more.. she was a despicable slut of a woman fo this man..and who would have guessed it? certinatly not her if you had asked her earlier today.

she pivoted a little to lick a dolp of kitty and his love from his thigh, and enjoyed the cool air moveing over her wet slit and thights..

what wonders lie in store for her now? could she impress him and make him fuck her like he had kitty? she wondered to herself, and she nibbled at his skin a little more.

by Howling_Ire ... what wonders lie in store for her now? could she impress him and make him fuck her like he had kitty? she wondered to herself, and she nibbled at his skin a little more. He hung, his eyes closed, in rapture, fully fucked, satisfied. His cock bulged, not with hardness, but with bulge, like an overstuffed sausage. The girls were also enraptured, Kitten enjoying, as usual, the result of climax, Veronica, unsure. Dealing with this new experience, watching the lead of Kitten, wanting more, needing more. He watched, as he hung. By god, he realized he wasn't that much of a liar. If he could continue to hang there until he fucked each girl in each hole he could justify his lie. Veronica was so wanton and in need. How could he revive his desire. He thought of Master Vassago, and methods more harsh, knowing of his own personal turmoil, knowing what these girls needing, knowing still his personal turmoil, debating as he watched these precious angels worship his cock. God, I love seeing my cock like that, its so fucking sensitive and those girlls lips are so damn lushish, oh - look how they kiss at the end of my cock. Oh - fuck - arrgrgrhhh "More," he roars in the relative silence of the room. "Kitten, I'd call you a bitch, but you're a lioness. You did excellent making me into the fuckin' liar that I am. As a reward you will use the flogger on Veronica until I am ready to fuck her. I ain't movin' my hands, either! Now go girl, and get the flogger."

Veronica, still on her knees, looked in trepidation, cock still hanging by her lips.

"Suck while you can, baby, more!"

Originally posted by da grunt

"Suck while you can, baby, more!"

She oblidged him, takeing as much of his semi-erect cock into her mouth, feeling it almost graze the back of her throat, her face a calidascope of emotions for him as she tried hard not to gag, yet loved every second of haveing his cock in her mouth..all to her own.

licking him was even over comeing the nerviousness of being flogged again..this time by such a lovely woman, with her little perty breasts, and soft hands. she didn't know how s he was going to stay consious if she had any more pain/pleasure.. her mind was already buzzing insanely with stimulation. her holes gasping for attention, her mouth trying to hard to take what she needs from him.... at the same time knowing the over stimulation of the whole thing was almost makeing her mad. she felt in touch with her lower self, the animal caged inside of every huamn..the creature that acts and moves the vessle to streach and gasp..this vessle knew one thing though, it knew it needed every lash the crop, every ounce of his cock, and his very words to keep on going at this point.. he was becomeing like a drug to her, and she his sick intense addict, crawing before him for more.. tearing open her insides if only to please him.

by Howling_Ire ... if only to please him. He watched as Veronica adored his cock, wanting more, needing more. She had accepted the concept of a flogging without whining, without question, but the look in her eyes uncertain, yet yearning, knowing no harm will come to her yet scared of the emotions boiling to the surface. Her emotions, so easily readable. Her hunger at his cock verged on gluttony, licking, chewing, wanting to swallow his flacid yet swollen cock.

Sounds escaped his chest and throat, none emitted from his mouth, sounds of a danerously big cat, rumbling, the purr of a dangerous cat, but happy cat.

She gulps at his cock and it conforms to the contour of her throat and she takes it all the way to the root. The growls in his throat increase and the sensitivity of his penis is incredible, and incredibly, his cock grows with her attention, and the bulge fills again with firmness.

Kitten returns with the flogger, only to find him already to fuck again, groaning and gyrating his hips, fucking lovely Veronica's greedy mouth.

Kitten, disappointingly, wonders if plans have changed ...

kitten is disappointed in what she sees. she is suppost to be the lead and veronica the follow but now it seems veronica is getting the attention. Veronica gets off the floor and bends over to present her ass to him and once again he is pleased at what he sees....kitten watches his next move and wonders...Will he tell kitten to use the flogger on her or fuck her in the ass or something else all is uncertain...

by shysexkitten all is uncertain...
He held the bar, thrusting and gyrating as he fucked her luxurious, greedy mouth, enjoying its lusciousness. Veronica, lost in her oral servitude, unaware that Kitten stands behind her, watching with mixed emotions, feelings eschew, envious of the attention being received by Veronica, slightly jealous of that, jealous of him, and, jealous of Veronica. He was her lover. She was one of her oldest friends, and now her sister, her sister in lust.

He was very aware of Kitten and read her emotions; he saw the doubt, the unknown, and the jealousy, and especially the wanton desire. Kitten indeed wanted more, she needed more. She would get more.

Kitten’s jealousy was over feelings, she wanted to feel, to be felt, to share the passion that they now experienced, but all she could do was watch, knuckles white as they gripped the flogger, eyes wild, sweat beading on her forehead, chewing her lip, needing to feel.

He continued to fuck sweet Veronica’s mouth, now enjoying swollen hardness, easily sliding past her throat, which he felt distinctly as she swallowed and hungrily massaging his cock with her throat. Her swallowing action while his cock was buried to the root provided sensationally incredible feeling, as he knew that if continued he would cum again. He would cum again, and again, and mayhap even again, but not yet.

“Enough,” he commanded, “are you ready to be flogged, Veronica?”

Demurely answering him, still on her knees, her eyes slightly averted, she says, timidly, “yes, yes Sir, please.”

“Good, stand now and turn around. Up against the wall. Palms down. Spread your legs. More. More.” He continues his commands.

“Kitten, you know how I do this. Not too hard, not too soft. One strike every 3 seconds until I tell you to stop. If you damage Veronica you will be very sorry, because I will have her damage you. Each strike is to be the same strength, but onto a different place. Start with her shoulders, left to right, outside to inside and work your way down to her calves. If I lose my hardon while you two are playing, I’ll take over the punishment! On both of you.” He growls in his low growl.

“What are you waiting for, Kitten? Begin, NOW!” the word ‘now’ more of a snarl. Veronica’s terror grows in anticipation, she is to be beat, beat for the first time, not by her father, but by another girl, with a man directing her. She wanted to feel shame, but shame was not felt. Shame was buried under the despair of passionate desire. Her single word echoed his, but gently, timidly, “now, please, now.”

Kitten knows exactly what he expects. The automaton; a machine, delivering blows in a predetermined pattern, delivered with mechanical precision, without thought, without regret, without questioning, automatic, constant, covering every inch of skin with the tantalizing streaks of chaotic lash marks.

Zzzsplat, Kitten brings the flogger across Veronicas left shoulder, zzzsplat, right shoulder, again to the shoulders, untouched skin, zzzsplat, again to the shoulders, zzzsplat, and again. Veronica moans deliciously with each strike of the heavy flogger, yet the floggers light lashes inflict not pain, but affirmation of her desire. She cringes with each stroke, yet returns her back to expect more. Her shoulders not redden with a kaleidoscope design, each lash unique, each struck nerve screaming, screaming for more. Like trying to scratch an itch that won’t go away, she wants more, and her moans become moans of passion, not pain.

Zzzsplat, Kitten brings the flogger across Veronicas left ribcage, zzzsplat, right ribcage, again to the ribs, more untouched skin, zzzsplat, again to the ribss, zzzsplat, and again. Veronica escasty almost intolerable, she still moans for more. The chaotic welts adorn her from shoulders to ribs and now Kittens directs her attention to her waist, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, to her ass, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, to her thighs, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, , to the back of her knees, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, her calves, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, deliciously with each strike of the heavy flogger, yet the floggers light lashes inflict not pain, but affirmation of her desire. She cringes with each stroke, yet returns her back to expect more. Her shoulders not redden with a klaidescope design, each lash unique, each struck nerve screaming, screaming for more. Like trying to scratch an itch that won’t go away, she wants more, and her moans become moans of passion, not pain.

Less than 2 minutes have passed, yet Kittens breath already labors.

“Now, work your way back up, inside to outside.” He again commands. His erection proof of his excitement, his cock rigid and jerking, uncontrollable, with a mind of its own.

Zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, and Kitten has returned to the shoulders. Veronica’s whole backside flaming crimson, patterns adorned, her moans pathetic whimpers of delight. Veronica wonders if she has been cumming continually the whole while, her cunt feels like and overripe peach, bitten into and dripping sweet juices.

“Stand straight. Turn around and face us. Assume the standing position. Shoulders further back. Kitten begin on her tits, left to right, outside to inside and work your way all the way to her feet.”

Zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, the outside of Veronica’s breast explode in a glorious eruption of chaotic welts, the tender precious skin assaulted. Veronica’s eyes wide in shock and surprise, the sensitive skin tasting leather for the first time, and she tries to turn to avoid the strikes to her nipples, but to no avail, the assault continues.

Zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, Kittens enflames Veronica’s cut stomach. The animal noises now emit from Veronica, no longer pathetic moans of passions but the sounds of animal lust.

zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, Veronica’s hips and thighs whipped, mercilessly.

zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, Kitten avalanche of blows continue to Veronica’s feet.

“Spread you legs, Veronica. More. More. Now Kitten, work the insides of her thighs!”

zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, the tender thigh skin erupts.

“Now, her pussy, ten blows, now!”

zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, zzzsplat, and Veronica is almost fainting. Never before has she been in this mental place where she now resides. A place like a paradise she never imagined. Or had she, she wondered. Could this have been a secret desire, un-admitted, even to her own self.

He was ready now, he wanted to fuck Veronica so very much. His arms, not tired, but his mind was ready to move on. The bar had served its purpose. The bar was held by them and by him, each done in full consent, each given fully and freely. Free will, the greatest gift. This gift they gave to me, freely, such a precious gift.

He releases the bar and grabs Veronica’s scruff, and roughly brings her face to his, giving her his most passionate kiss, using his tongue to probe, his teeth to drag and his lips to chew. Her taste, delicious, her mouth wanton, returning his passion.

Still using her hair, he pulls her further back, further still, until her balance is lost and he cushions her to the floor and spreads her legs, and kissing the welts on the inside of her thighs, works toward her pussy and tastes, licking, probing, enjoying her wetness, the tender membranes even making rough ridgelines, hard in desire. He feels her hands at his head, encouraging, pushing his face harder into her cunt. He knows that he’s not given her permission, but he enjoys her lust. Her fingers curl, and her muscles jerk and she roughly grabs his ears as she again cums. His ears make good handles, and he uses his tongue to capture every drop of her lavender honey.

"Now that I’ve had my dinner on the floor I want to fuck on the table. Go lie on the dining table, on your back, your ass at edge”

Originally posted by thegirl


"Let the games begin!" then whispered "Sir!"


"Indeed whore!"

I pushed her off and rolled her onto her back. This girl needed to learn just who was boss now. It was time to mix pleasure with pain. Grabbing each wrist I restrained her to the bed from the leather cuffs on each bed post and each ankle on the bottom footboard of the bed.

Now it was time to introduce the pain. I reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the clamplike tongs and the piercing needles and finally the hoops. Her eyes went wide with fear but she needn't worry, at least not yet.

I slid over her body mounting her chest and reached down removing the clamps on her nipples and rubbing each keeping them rock hard. As I gripped the first one with the tonglike clamp I sprayed her nipples with iodine and then moved ahead sliding the eye of the needle through the end of the forceps and pierced one side of her nipple.

"Holy fuck!" she screamed in agony.

I smiled as I threaded the needle the rest of the way through and then looped the hoop through the nipple and pulled out the needle. Now as I watched she looked down in amazement. The pain was intense as I well knew, the worst part when she felt the muscle beneath nipple tear just a bit as the needle slid through her erect tip.

I backed away and without warning slammed my cock into her dripping wet pussy as I tugged the one nipple ring adorning her body for the moment.

"Please no sir," she begged, "it hurts."

"Shut up slut, you'll learn quickly not to talk unless given permission."

Without warning once again I pulled out and lifted her hips as she was pulled up her tiny asshole became easy to access. I pushed forward, my cock slick with our cum, and buried my shaft inside her asshole.

She watched as I started to squeeze her other nipple, I could see the fear again as she closed her eyes in pleasure and pain while I rammed deep inside her tiny backdoor.

Originally posted by Master_Vassago
"Indeed whore!"

She watched as I started to squeeze her other nipple, I could see the fear again as she closed her eyes in pleasure and pain while I rammed deep inside her tiny backdoor.

i sat in shock! Not again! Please, no, as He tossed me on my back and secured my hands and feet! As He looked at me, i knew! i was in trouble, again! At least it was not hieghts, but what was that...

Needles! My body shuddered, my hands shook, and i was helpless. Ok, your mouth got you into this, now get yourself out! All i could muster was,

"Holy fuck!"

The pain was unbearable, the pleasure became exhilerating and my mind began its internal fight! i wanted to scream, i wanted more, i wanted it all! Oh, my what a situation. To want more when i wanted to scream! His body was to close, my own bgan to react as He began to fuck me again. As the orgasms started and my mind went numb, Numb from pain, excitment, desire, i heard myself say,

"Please no Sir, it hurts"

i felt Him inside me, twisting, turning, my breast was raw, on fire. He was there bringing me up again, to new heights, and i was excited by all of it. Then i saw Him ready Himself for the second breast, and i closed my eyes and relaxed. The pleasure, the pain, the contraditions! My body began to move with His as my orgasms increased, and i relished every moment, every pain filled moment, this Master had put me though.

i opened my eyes, looking into His tender, fun filled eyes, and said nothing. Just smiled teasingly, and flipped my head back and forth, like a playful cat.

"So we are quite, now, slut, have we learned to wait till given permission?"

"No, Sir, i think not, just watching You, and thinking, but most likely have not learned THAT lesson yet, Sir, for i have never been one to not speak!"

he looks at me with a sly grin on his face but also expresses that he was happy i was honest but also acknowledges that with honesty in this matter comes more pain and punishment til i learn the lesson. in my head i cant imagin anything greater than what i have gone through but in his eyes i see that he can think of many things. in one way i want out and to run away but in another way i cant wait to see what he does to me and how far he pushes me

Originally posted by da grunt


"Now that I’ve had my dinner on the floor I want to fuck on the table. Go lie on the dining table, on your back, your ass at edge”

she moves slowly towards the table, in silky deliberate steps, her thighs and pussy so wet the graceful glideing of her thighs moveing isn't entirely accidental..

she moves up on her tip toes as the cold edge of his hard wood table, it hitting her at her waste, she pulls up one knee and cacthces her balance, the soars on it screaming, sending shockwaves through her body, spreading to her clit, which burns with desire, spreads to her wet hole, needing to be filled so bad... she scampers a little bit and slides her other knee onto it, the feeling ot pain raceing through her whole body, she feels woosy for a minute, her forhead and cheek presss against the table for a second, as she wreals from desire, on the border of exhaustion, and something so new and wild..she then catches her breath and moves back a little bit, makeing her ass stick off the end of the table, spreading her knees..the cold air slideing across her hot wetness giving her burning flesh a nice cooling feeling

she feels the moisture moveing down... she knows he can see everything, see her pussy, see her ass, in all of it's curves and contours..then he moves in ont her, at first rubbing his hard cock across her wetness, catching her cilt, makeing her moan and move back against him instincualy. a harsh "NO!" and a slap to her ass assures here that instict is not what is servered her, it is HIS WILL, and HIS DESIRE< her own is secondary..she is a tool witch which he will gain release, witch which he will unite with her... and she wanted it so bad, deep felt moans comeing from her throat, if he was a growling tiger then she was definaly his puring tigress...

Then he slams into her, makeing her lundge forward slightly, she almost faints from joy as she feels his saft fill her wanton cunt. She gasps as he pulls back out almost all the way, then drives back into her, and begins a steady rythem, beating her face into the table, the force almost causeing her to drool.

she arches her back up, tensing and untensiner her musles with his undelations, milking him like she knows he wants. He reaches down and finds her dark thick hair, slideing his fingers to the crowl of her head he then jerks her head back, causeing her back to arch, and her breasts lift into the air, she pushes up with her arms, trying to be beautiful, her eyes glassy, her only though was the pleasure this new position provides, his cock now slamming against that warm wet lineing, catching a spot few men had found before, causeing her to spasm and shake, vibrateing his cock as she cums loudly, almost screaming out in pleasure, her nails scrapeing at the wood ont he table

she finds herself clentching and grasping at him with her womanhood, knowing this is what she needed more then anything, his pleasure, beating her into servature, filling her up to the last drop as she hoped his cock soon wood, he leans forward, pulling her hair harder, and bites her shoulder, shen then moans loudly and cavorts under him, another orgasim slaming her body down. she then concentrats on herself, trying to close herself as tight around him as she can, wanting to match is rythem, and doing all of these things with a livid grace only a woman set on fire with passion can....she bites her lilp, her head swimming

she then feels his body move harder into her, his breath harder..the low groans in his throat sending tingles up her spine like an electric current, he then leans over her and bites her shoulder again, and fills her with his cum, plowing into her as deep as possible, then pausing still inside her, both of them catchin thier breath, both of them amazed at the heat of the moment.

by Howling_Ire ... the heat of the moment. Incredibly, his animal passion continued to grow, encouraged by her own lustful purring, and he, an artist, an instrument performing only for these precious girls, to help them register something within them, something which already exists within them, and giving them back his lust, his world, for as an artist he is compelled to give back what he has been given, the joy and ecstasy.

His thrusts continue, his hands explore, his every touch searching, probing. His fingers twist her nipples as he watches her eyes. There is no fear, nor panic in her face now, she does not fear, she understands her lust and understands the sense of violation, of sacrilege. Only what is dead is sacred; what is different is dangerous, subversive, seductive. She realizes that her fear is own freedom’s worst foe.

His growls become more urgent and his thrusts pound her ass, his hip points slamming her buttocks, spanking them each plunge while his hands continue dig deeply toward her breasts, and squeezing, forefingers and thumbs, squeezing and twisting her nipples. “Unnngg, unnnggg, unnnggg,” his trusts harder, deeper, his cock amazingly seems to even grow more “unnghh, nnghhh, nnghhh Nnngghhh, Nnngghaw, NNNGGHAW =, NNNGGHH, NNGGHHH, NNNNNNGGGAAHHHHAAAW – FUCK! FUCKING GODDAMN JESUS HATCH FUCKIN CHRIST” , and he came, huge spurts, deep in her cunt, hot cum filling her cunt, making it sloppy with wet, a fruit exploded with ripeness, dripping. Still he fucked, without urgency, enjoying the feeling of her raw and stretched pussy on his ultra-sensitive cock.

He continued to thrust, gently, and ultimately leaving it buried deep into Veronica. His fingers move to her head and massage her scalp, her skull. He takes her face in his hand and grips tightly, and looking deeply into her eyes says, “You know you made a liar of me again, don’t you? This is an important part of life, that you learn how to play. In playing you make life a game, rather than a struggle for goals, don’t you know.”

His cock finally begins to wane, and he withdraws from Veronica and addresses Kitten, “come here, clean my cock,” and Kitten on her knees begins licking, sucking and adoring his cock. “Kitten, Veronica made a liar of me. She gets a reward. Tit for tat, that’s only fair. She will punish you as she desires. All the implements of the cyber chateau are at her disposal, however only in this room, while I sit on my throne and enjoy a glass of wine.”

Kitten finishes her servitude and he tells her, “Now, eat Veronica clean.”

Veronica, you’re next, please …

Originally posted by da grunt

Kitten finishes her servitude and he tells her, “Now, eat Veronica clean.”

Veronica, you’re next, please …

"as i desire..punishment....hmm..ok," Vernoica mutters in her heard, slowly, considering..thinking, pulling at her thoughts. she looks at Kitty's body for a second, see's the welts that dance across her body, and realises she must look slimilar. She see's Kitten blush a little bit at the heat of her gaze...Vernoica looks over at thie crop on the table, then at the Man sitting in the chair. she feels a little fear in her stomach at the sight of the crop, she's scared she would hurt Kitty with it, scared she would maybe cut into her flesh to hard, or to soft and upset the Man..

She runs her fingers over the leather wraped shaft, and thinks to herself, thinks hard...wanting to please him... then she remembers what it is that Kitty hates more then anything, she remembers what it is that Kitty can't stand, yet loves at the same time, the think she had discovered long ago in college, and had tormented her with a million times.

Kitten pears up at her new Sister, slightly excited by the prospect of now being punished by her.. waves of heat fall over her body, burning, almost feeling like it's falling into the center of her body. Then she looks at Vernoica and see's a famaliar playfull look she haddn't seen in years...and realised, she was probably in for that one thing Vernoica always did that just drove her nuts.

Vernoica moves over Kitty's body, her hair brushing against her stomach, her hands guiding her way, occasionaly her fingers brushing across those welts...makeing Kitty's tummy feel a little nervious and fluttery. Vernoica then looked her in the face, thier hot breath running across eachother's faces, Vernoica watching Kitty's expression as her hands ran back down Kitty's body. Kitty unable to avoid a moan as she felt her heat growing, both of them enjoying the wetness of the Man's seminal fluid and thier own juices running down thier legs.

Then Vernoica leaned in, thier noses almost touching, and she muttered to Kitty "remeber that night we'd had a little to much vodka, and you told me about that spot, you know...that terrible terrible spot..your brother Frank used to use against you...and i couldn't help myself....Where was that spot Kitten my dear? where was it exactly?"

Kitty replied with an edge of fear in her voice "oh no you wouldn't..oh no"

Vernoica smiled evily "oh yes kitty...Oh yes...but i'm sure your lover already knows about it, i mean it's just right here"

then Vernoica's hands dived down to the little space between Kitty's thighs and pussy, her fingers moveing quickly, Kitten erupting into fits of laughter, her smile masking a displeased look. She made Kitten almost convluse with giggles, writehing and trying to escape Vernoica's fingers, yet knowing this was the punishment her master had truely asked for. a maddening fit of laughter as her body responded to the stimulation of her most maddening tickle spot... Kitten gasped for hair between tickles, as Veronica removed one hand and started to attack her side with the same whispy finger motions that were driving her so crazy down below.

Vernoica laughed herself, feeling dissy with enjoyment..wondering if the man was enjoying her makeing Kitty squirm so much..for a moment it felt like they were younger and back in college.

by Howling_Ire ... for a moment it felt like they were younger and back in college. He watched in delight as these girls played and laughed and laughed with them, enjoying the vicarious thrill of these girls, raw in their innocence. He sipped his glass of wine and thought of Bilitis. So innocent, so trusting of him, so needful in their own desires. Desperately he wanted to join Veronica in her tickling of Kitten, but he didn’t know how. How long had it been since he had laughed such, with easy joy? Why did he relegate himself to the vicariousness only? He knew, were he to attempt to join the tickling of Kitten’s thigh his fingers would only once again find her pussy. Her pussy, which Veronica now taunted, in such sweet, sweet innocence. Innocence. His laughs stopped, and his smile dimmed. While Veronica kept up with the tickling, and both girls still laughing and wrestling, his continence turned grim. His brow furrowed and eyes narrowed. His continence was palpable. The girls sensed it, but continued their play, albeit forced, without the natural spontaneity they had. Their glance went toward him and they sensed he was far, far away. They gradually stopped their play and watched him, he, seemingly unaware. The girls watched as his eyes welled with tears and his chin and lower lip buckled in dimples. Suddenly, he shakes his head and brings both hands to his face, wiping it wet. Innocence, that’s the name missing from the wall.

“Having fun, are we? Veronica, you are altogether to gentle! You should have tied Kitten, blindfolded her, and used mysterious things to tickle her, but I enjoyed. Girls, you each deserve a jelly glass of wine. Fetch it, and refill my glass, then come cuddle with me for a little while. Don’t think I’m done with you yet, though. I’ve got some more fucking to do to keep my credibility.” The girls do as they are told and return to each take to his side and snuggle in with him.

“Girls, here is something I remember from my college daze, probably going to mess it up bad, but this is what I want you to feel.

’At night when I think of you with a boy I get hysterical. O girl, where now is that warm cunt of your, those soft, tender thighs. There is a bone in my prick eight inches long. I will ream out every wrinkle in your cunt, girl, big with seed. I will send you home to your boy with an ache in your belly and your womb turned inside out. Your boy! Yes, he knows how to build a fire, but I know how to inflame a cunt. I shoot hot bolts into you, girl, I make your ovaries incandescent. Your boy is a little jealous now? He feels something, does he? He feels the remnants of my big prick. I have set the shores a little wider, I have ironed out the wrinkles. After me you can take on stallions, bulls, rams, drakes, St. Bernards. You can stuff toads, bats, lizards up your rectum. You can shit arpeggios if you like, or a sting of zither across you navel. I am fucking you, girl, so that you'll stay fucked. And if you are afraid of being fucked publicly I will fuck you privately. I will tear off a few hairs from your cunt and past them on the boy's chin. I will bite into you clitoris and spit out two franc pieces …’,"

"now, you’ve had little diddle, cuddle with me, hold me while I think of my next game. You’re not tired are you?”

"are you tired?" he said i just wanted to scream at him and be like well what the hell do you think im exhauster but i remained calm and layed with him. I dont know what he could think of next this is definetly taking me out of my norm. Oh no! as he speaks and tells us what is going to be the next game.......

Vernoica couldn't speek for Kitty, but she herself was starting to feel the weight of the evening on her body. Her welts ached, her other body parts soar, quite used. She had already been a little exhaused from the events of her day, and had been rideing on an aderenlyn for the past few hours...but now? she was either going to need a surge of some more or a nap...

She walks over to the Man, and bows like a little Japanese Girl and hands him his glass of wine, remembering not to look him in the face, something that didn't come to natrualy to her. She then sipped a few sips of her own wine, admireing the way it refleced off the psudo-crystal cut pattern in the base of it. She ran her fingers across it, and thought

"Poured, a molded glass, ment to look as if it is something, it is infact not. "

She realised she had felt this way a good bit of her life, trying to find ways to make who and what she was work. She'd tried to convice herself she was cut crystal, when she was a poured jelly jar, or maybe it was the other way around. one would hope it was the other way around. She realised now things were makeing more sence to her, makeing perfectly, lovely, sense. She felt a tingle and looked over the man's body as she slid down at his feet, and sat on the other side from kitten, the left. She leaned her face against his knee, and felt him muss her hair, wiggleing his fingers against the skin, his face deep inhis own contemplation. she thought "could it really be my will to serve him?" then a few images, drunkenly creeping into her mind, affermed her suspistions.

She moved up his leg, nussleing at his skin, giving him kisses, feeling the fuzz from his legs against her lips and giggleing a little. She worked her way up his lap, kisses, licks, little bits of skin sucked in, teased, then pushed back out. She suddenly had an urge to speek to him, to show him what she could do with her tongue. The world around her melted, as she found his flacid penis, as she lifted it to her lips, as she teased it in the same circular mannar as she had with his other skin, then sucked it into her mouth greedly. The flabby skin, trickleing into the orafice. SHe closed her eyes, as the smell of hiim faded into her nostrels, the smell of love makeing and lust.

She worked her tongue over it, and was pleased to find it soon responded, to find it growing inside of her greedy mouth, then catching the back of her throat...her mind raced and told her to relax, not to panic, and she found a method of breathing that agreed with the motions she was makeing, runnign her tongue up and down, sucking the best she can....finding the veigns starting to protrude, and that sweeet little spot just under the head. Makeing the tip of her tongue trace circles around it, then wash over the entire head with the underside of her tongue, running it across her cheeks, then back into her throat. She was amazed at how much of it she was takeing in, and how much of it thier was to take in. She felt the need to feel his warm cum trickle down the back of her throat, but for now she was happy just to suck him, to let him feel the little moans that escaped her trickle down into his body...

Her free hand moveing down to his balls, and gently kneeding them between her fingers, her thumb occasionaly brushing them, marveling at how soft they were with out the hair covering them. she herd a slight escilation in his breathing, knowing that he liked it, made her wish she could bring him this pleasure forever. made her wish she could be super woman, and then some. gone from her mind for the moment was all the worries of the owrld, or anyone else but this man, and her little self.

hey anyone got any ideas on how to continue this im stuck

Originally posted by shysexkitten
hey anyone got any ideas on how to continue this im stuck Hello shy. thegirl and howling_ire and I have been talking. It appears that MV has lost interest. thegirl is eager to continue, but I don't want our storyline to get out of sync with the other story line. What I think is going to happen is that thegirl escapes her bonds, and finds the party on the upper floor. You should enable your pm capability in order to interface with folks. Its a lot of fun, and perfectly secure with your identity protected. Enable your pm and send me a pm, por favor.

MV, don't mean to exclude you, and thanks for participating so far. You've done great. You're still in if you want.

Master_Vassago heard his wolf-dog snarling at the door. As he opened the door, the dog raced for the entrance to the house, scratching. Master_Vassago followed him outside, deciding to give the grounds a good once-over before retiring.

TheGirl, alone, hears something outside her door just moments after Master_Vassago allows his wolf to go outside. Her heart begins to pound, hands go icy cold and she shivers. A small moan escapes as her fear rises. The movement of the shudder alerts thegirl that someone is in the room with her. A shadow moves to the side of the bed, opens the drawer to the night stand and retrieves the keys to her cuffs, and dangles them in front of her. leaning over, a voice whispers in her ear, "Give me what I want now, and I will release you." TheGirl, frightened, tired, and hungry, nods her head, and agrees.

The stranger then releases the hoop attached to her breast, and massages the feeling back in her nipple. The touch was so gentle, like the feel of a breeze rolling through the trees, she visibly began to relax. Her breathing evened out and her heartbeat went down. The stranger then looked her over, and smiled, a grim resigned smile, one that told her this could have been a planned encounter. 'Those eyes, where had she seen them before?' she wondered as the guest let his hands trail down her body, causing strong intense shivers to engulf her and an unrestrained moan escaped, as she thought, 'Oh, not again! Not now! This cant happen again!'

The unknown stranger grinned, as if reading her mind, her most intimate thoughts, as those fingers reached her wet, juicy pussy and she was helpless to fight the intruder off. One finger, then two, then three slipped inside, while she moaned. The magic fingers did their job as she came and came. After she was finished the voice whispered,"If I release you now, will you stay with me? Be mine? I will give you the choice, my dear. Stay with me or leave. Just remember the choice was yours!"

TheGirl could only say, "If i choose to stay, will we be here?"

The stranger, removing the cuffs restraining her hands and feet, said, "It all depends on the tenants upstairs."

Hi shy,

I'm new to the board, but an old hand with dominating men. My basic advice is that you talk with him about it. He will give you as much control as he is comfortable with. You can push him, but you risk having a re-bound effect where he gets scared and won't submit at all. If you have an idea of the details you want to explore, it is helpful. Other than that, go slowly. It's difficult for many men to admit openly that they enjoy, and even need, a woman to dominate them. When, where, and how you talk to him has a lot to do with the type of person he is and the type of person you are. I found my husband to be most receptive and open to exploring his desires while we were actually making love. I'm sure this isn't necessarily true for every man, though.

If you want to talk in more detail, feel free to email me.

Originally posted by thegirl


The stranger, removing the cuffs restraining her hands and feet, said, "It all depends on the tenants upstairs."

Unlatching the door from the room, the two walk out into the hall just as the front door slides open. A pitch black figure appears. Suddendly, thegirl felt a gust of wind hit her naked body and found herself alone, facing someone she had never seen before. At that moment, just as her new friend dissappeared into the castle walls, she was faced with another unknown danger.

She took off light a shot, rounding the corner and up the stairs. 'Maybe they will save me! what am i to do?' thought thegirl as she ran into the first room upstairs, in search of clothes and protection. As she entered the room, the three tenants turned in suprise.

Originally posted by thegirl
... As she entered the room, the three tenants turned in suprise. "Girl! What are you doing here? Naked and bleeding nipple? Last I saw you, you were at the window, peeking. If you'd knocked on the door you might have gotten lucky, but you were a peekin' tomette and got caught? Knee! Now, goddamn it and it better be the best fuckin kneeling you ever done or you will be beat!" He disengages himself from Kitten and Veronica and goes towering above thegirl, hugely, as if in attack. Thegirl is terrified at this beast, his previous look of joy and contentment replaced by the look of a mad demon. She immediately drops to her knees, in submission with her head bowed. Grunt continues to stand over her, then going to and retrieving the crop, he returns to critic her position. "Knees wider," and he uses the crop to emphatize, your asscheeks on your ankles, arms behind you, holding your forearms," touching and pushing and poking with the crop. She looks up at him, into his eyes, imploring mercy, zzzzzzzpt, the crop cracks across her breast as he says, "you have no permission to look at me! Continue to kneel until whomever you're running from returns!"

He turns to the girls on the couch and makes a funny face and shrugs his shoulders, "Well, darlings, this is getting interesting, eh? I wonder who will be along to claim her?"

Speaking to the girls on the couch, but directing his words to the group he says, "This is the Cafe Chateau. All of the denizens of the Cafe are welcome here. We have a dungeon, wine cellar, other celler rooms, a main floor with infinate rooms, a room for each sub who desires to set up a cyber-residence. The kitchen and dining room are infinately equiped. We have a jacuzzi, a sauna, a turkish bath, a pool, a shower room, an incredibly cold small dip pool. We have computer rooms and dens and libraries and exotic bathrooms and whatever else the denizen desires. The upper floor had the dom's bedrooms, offices, and anything else imaginable. We have an attic, with every connotation that an attic can bring, there is a tower, like the isolated english towers, and most especially and delightfully, a holo-deck room, just like startrek, the program can be loaded for anyplace. In the Cafe Chateau anything is possible."

He turns to the girls on the couch and makes a funny face and shrugs his shoulders, "Well, darlings, this is getting interesting, eh? I wonder who will be along to claim her?"

A loud knock at the door signaled the arrival of her vanquisher. A tall, distinguished looking gentleman entered the room, surveying its inhabitants and finally resting his disdainful glare upon thegirl. A cold shiver ran up thegirl’s spine at the sight of his countenance. His face was drawn and his brow was stern. Two icy spheres constituted eyes set in deep sockets on his pallor complexion.
“I see that you have detained my quarry and I thank you for it. I do hope she was no trouble for you. I will relieve you of her, so that you may continue your activities undisturbed.” With that the man reached down and grabbed thegirl by her hair, pulling her to her feet.
“As for you, my girl,” he whispered in her as she stood paralyzed in his grasp. “You are mine and you will learn it, quickly!”
He pushed her toward the open door, turned, bowed to Da Grunt and escorted his captive out the door, closing it firmly with a loud thud….

Originally posted by DemonicAngel

“I see that you have detained my quarry and I thank you for it. I do hope she was no trouble for you. I will relieve you of her, so that you may continue your activities undisturbed.” With that the man reached down and grabbed thegirl by her hair, pulling her to her feet.
“As for you, my girl,” he whispered in her as she stood paralyzed in his grasp. “You are mine and you will learn it, quickly!”


Paralyzed with fear,and trembling, i looked at this man and shuddered. What was to become of me now? After the previous treatment i received, i was struck by dread. Feelings just flooded over me. Panic overwhelmed me and i just wanted to run again. Where to though?

This stranger had a vice grip on me, and was pushing me out the door. He said i was His, now what does that mean? Where was Master_Vassago? Now i am to belong to this rogue? This complete stranger? My heart began beating a million beats a minute. My hands shook, more from the cold or was it my fear, i was not sure. Numb all over, i could only follow His lead, hoping i was not in more danger from Him then i was at my other captors hands. Every part of me pounded, my head all the way down to my toes, but what did i feel for this new man?

Looking back at that split second of contact, i felt more than fear, i felt an electric surge flow through me. It was like a flame burned me, i was breathless from the intense, primitive sensation. Not wanting Him to know, i just allowed Him to think it was terror He struck in me. He will not know what i felt, i could not afford it, i did not know what His plans were for me. He would have to prove Himself first, i thought.


Daring to take a peak, i looked back for a moment...

Originally posted by thegirl
Daring to take a peak, i looked back for a moment...
As she turned her imprudent head, she was instantly restrained as she felt a strong hand grasp her neck, pulling her back against His chest. Staring ahead into the darkness, she trembled as she discerned the sharp points of His fingernails pressing into the soft flesh of her throat.
"Never shall you turn your audacious eyes in my direction!" He snarled in her ear causing her to shudder as His hot breath enveloped her neck.
He released his grasp and she stumbled forward onto the cold, hard stone. Just as she began to whimper, He quickly snatched her up by the hair and dragged her down the corridor. Glancing back, He surveyed his ravin as she floundered behind Him trying to regain her footing....

Him & thegirl (http://users.iglide.net/darkmercy/images/Vampire%20Pics/oldman2.gif)

Glancing back, He surveyed his ravin as she flounder behind Him trying to regain her footing....

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Cold steely eyes tangled with the frosty emerald of thegirls. Her bright eyes reminded Him of a feline. She had the patience to wait for that perfect moment to strike. Suddenly, thegirl squared her shoulders, stood tall, pert breasts at attention, and head held high, staring ahead, thinking. He could only wonder what she was cooking up in her mind. Whimpering became a steady breathing, she visibly relaxed, and a faint smile graced her lips. She had a queenly look about her that on one had seen before.

He was vaguely amused by her change, and did not know what she was up to, but knew He would find out. She boldly took a moment to study Him under her lush eyelashes. He was very regal, strong, determined, with an air of authority about Him, but she felt more then saw a softer side to Him. Her ticking brain was hatching up another plan. She watched Him. Her eyes took a twinkle that suggested she could be very playful. As they walked, thegirl suddenly strides ahead a step or two, letting her hand gently caress His as she passed, swaying her hips to and fro in a suggestive manner.

Turning her head towards Him, and speaking directly to Him, her voice was the sound of raindrops falling on the petals of flowers, gentle, steady, calm and passionate as she asked," Sir, i would like to know what You intend to do with me. Why have You chosen me when there are others here who are more beautiful, more experienced, more able to satisfy then i? What can i possibly give You, Sir?"

Originally posted by thegirl
Turning her head towards Him, and speaking directly to Him, her voice was the sound of raindrops falling on the petals of flowers, gentle, steady, calm and passionate as she asked," Sir, i would like to know what You intend to do with me. Why have You chosen me when there are others here who are more beautiful, more experienced, more able to satisfy then i? What can i possibly give You, Sir?"

“Are you daft?!” He thundered at thegirl. “I made but one single rule and you have already broken it!”

A sharp, stinging sensation swept through thegirl’s calves when He struck them with his long, black, ebony cane, causing her to fall to her knees.

“I shall help you heed to my rule.” He stated frostily.

He wrenched back her head by her lengthy tresses and fastened a collar about her neck and a blindfold over her eyes. After which, he flung her to the cold, hard floor, pinned her down, and secured her hands behind her back with pelt-lined cuffs. Having thus detained his ravin, he picked her up, heaved her on to his shoulder, and continued his stride down the long corridor.

At the end of the hallway, He came to a sturdy oaken door through which was a staircase. The staircase spiraled upward endlessly, yet He eventually came to a large, heavy, oaken door which was cased in iron grillwork. The door creaked ominously when He opened it…

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Originally posted by DemonicAngel
?Are you daft?!? He thundered at thegirl. ?I made but one single rule and you have already broken it!?

?I shall help you heed to my rule.? He stated frostily.

The staircase spiraled upward endlessly, yet He eventually came to a large, heavy, oaken door which was cased in iron grillwork. The door creaked ominously when He opened it?

Stunned, and feeling trapped again, i could only cry. Why had i done that? Here i am again, trapped by my own folly, by my own lack of experience. What is it that He wants from me? So the flirting didn't break the ice, taking the lead didn't either, so what did He want?

My emotions were on a rollercoaster, reeling from ups and downs to highs and lows. Here i was again, fighting with myself, fighting with that part of me that wanted to submit and that part that wanted to run and fight. How is a girl to know how to act? The only thing i was searching for was answers and i was only getting more questions.

Sobbing and feeling out of control again, i could only tell myself to calm down, get control, i had made it though a lot, i was alive for the first time in my life, and the only thing i could do was sob? 'Control, i whispered to myself, 'get control, talk to Him. Do something!'

My mind said, 'you should have ran out of the house naked!' The feelings inside me said, 'No, you want this, you crave this, you want this man. You don't know Him, but you want to, so stay, quit fighting.'

This went on for a while, as i was trussed up again, and carried to goodness knows where.

Finding my voice between the sobs, "Sir, please, i meant no disrespect. Please let me down, i was only trying to break the ice. Please, let me..." the sobs came back, and my voice cracked, "Please let me know what You want. Are You going to protect me or just manhandle me, because... Sir, please, i have been through so much, i only ran because...

the sobs came in ernest now, "You frightened me, i thought You were.. i thought You were... HIM and i just ran blind, looking for help! Please, Sir, i did not mean to ... hurt You... i can change, just what will You do to me, Sir, Please, Sir, i beg, i am so confused."

However, His response never came. His face remained unchanged, as we continued down the hallway, i just sobbed. My body ached again, i could see nothing, now what, i wondered, as we climbed some stairs and a door creaked open...

What would He do to me now?

Originally posted by thegirl
However, His response never came. His face remained unchanged, as we continued down the hallway, i just sobbed. My body ached again, i could see nothing, now what, i wondered, as we climbed some stairs and a door creaked open...

What would He do to me now?
The door swung open revealing a large open room with various adjoining rooms and an upper gallery encircling it. There was a great hearth in which a hot fire blazed, illuminating an intricately woven rug that depicted an immense battle being fought and casting dancing shadows into the rest of the dark foyer. Above the mantle hung a fine tapestry portraying an enormous dragon with billowing wings, robust scales, and sharp horns. There were various chairs and other furniture placed about the room. A few of the exterior rooms could be distinguished, such as the master bedroom with its salient canopy bed draped in vibrantly colored fabrics, the dining room containing a extensive dining table with ten seats around it, and the master bath encompassing a remarkable caldarium. A series of bookshelves covered the second story walls with volumes upon volumes of unknown literature.

He entered the room casually and laid thegirl upon the rug in front of the fire. Then He set about putting things in order. He took off His black cloak and top hat, placing them in a closet, set down His ebony cane, and returned to the hearth. Taking a seat in a comfortable, old chair, He began to examine thegirl, who sat naked, helplessly bound and blindfolded before the fire.

Sensing her anguish and anticipation, He spoke, "Welcome to the North Wing, My home, and your quarters from now on...."

Originally posted by DemonicAngel
Taking a seat in a comfortable, old chair, He began to examine thegirl, who sat naked, helplessly bound and blindfolded before the fire.

Sensing her anguish and anticipation, He spoke, "Welcome to the North Wing, My home, and your quarters from now on...."

Feeling the warmth of the fire, and the rug under my naked body, my sobbing began once more. Tears streaming down my face, the blindfold soaked, and my body quaking, i was completely helpless. The fire began to warm me up, but it did nothing for my inner chill. Still fighting, i was battling with both sides of me. The one side, my logical part, whispering, 'Get out as soon as you can, you are in trouble here, go home.' My heart-felt wild side yelled, 'Stay! Wait! Listen! Understand! Obey!'

My mind whirled from one side to the other, not knowing which side was right, but wanting to quiet them both. They were driving ME CRAZY! Finally, i felt my spunk return, as the warmth from the fire heated my icy body allowing the sobs to subside.

"SHUT UP!" i shouted. "Oh, i did not mean You, Sir, i was telling those voices in my head to shut up and did not realize i had actually spoken until i heard the room resound with my voice."

Flustered and a bit rattled, i suddenly went numb. All i could do was sit there on the rug, bow my head, and bite my lower lip. He must have felt my anguish, and my inner battle, for He said,

"Welcome to the North Wing, My home, and your quarters from now on...."

Attempting a weak smile i whispered, "Thank You, Sir, my name is thegirl. May i ask Yours? What shall.. YOU...do with me... Sir? For i thought You were... the other Master returning, when i.. i.. ran, and now... i am bound once again. What shall You do with me, Sir?"

My sobs returned and i crumbled in a heap, unable to handle all these emotions running through me.

Originally posted by DemonicAngel

Taking a seat in a comfortable, old chair, He began to examine thegirl, who sat naked, helplessly bound and blindfolded before the fire.

Sensing her anguish and anticipation, He spoke, "Welcome to the North Wing, My home, and your quarters from now on...."


Soft expressive eyes look up under the lush lashes of thegirl, the
vision of innocence and purity. The heart of a submissive that has been
ignited by a slow glowing flame, she burns with a desire to grow. If
only to experience what life has to offer, she is willing to learn.

She stands 5 feet, weighs 90 pounds, and is perfectly proportioned for
her height and weight. Her hair is a dark brown, almost chocolate in
color, shoulder length and curly. Her hazel eyes become an emerald
green when excited or angry, expressing the depth of her emotions as
they flow through her. They twinkle with spirit and love. Her lips are
cherry in color, rich and luscious, quick to smile and dazzle. When
hurt, they tremble. When teasing, the playful pout. When scared or
emotional, she licks her lips unaware of her actions.

Pert, round and firm, her breasts fit well in the palm of a hand,
sensentive to the touch, and show her sexual arousal well. Nipples,
pink and perfect, quivering when taken in a man's mouth.

Her legs are shapely and elegant, her round ass is perfect for spanking.

Even through the tears and the fears, she has spunk. Her new adventure
has left her breathless and anxious, wondering at the outcome of this
new union.

Originally posted by thegirl
Her new adventure has left her breathless and anxious, wondering at the outcome of this new union.
Rising to His feet, He unceremoniously picks thegirl up and removes her blindfold. Noticing her blood-stained and freshly pierced nipples, from which he removed the chain, as well as the crimson stripes emblazoned on her skin, He decided that she needed to be cleansed.

“you shall wait here before the fire until my return.” He commanded taking His leave of her.

she stood there warming herself in the heat and watching the flickering of the flames. she could hear Him in one of the side rooms, but she dared not look at Him and disobey His rules.

Meanwhile, He endeavored to draw a bath in the caldarium. The hot water splashed into the deep basin which was large enough for ten people. Soon, the room was enveloped in sultry steam and the water lapped against the edge of the pool. Testing the water with a finger or two, He found it to be quite hot almost torrid, yet soothing. He returned to thegirl, whom He was surprised had not moved from beside the fireplace.

“Come, girl.” He beckoned as He guided her to the caldarium with a hand upon her shoulder.

Once inside, He swept her off her feet and slowly dipped her into the steamy bath. She cried out as the sweltering liquid touched her open wounds, but He continued to immerse her in the water. Finally, she came to rest upon a shelf in the tub so that only the tops of her heaving breasts broke the surface. He picked up a nearby sponge and began to swab the blood, sweat, and tears from her body, paying careful attention to her wounds….

Originally posted by DemonicAngel

He picked up a nearby sponge and began to swab the blood, sweat, and tears from her body, paying careful attention to her wounds?.


Startled by the light, i was momentarily blinded. Blinking a few times,
and attempting to recover from the bolt of electicial power flowing
through me, i saw the fireplace for the first time. As He commanded me
to stay by the fire, i decided it was best to obey. The fire was bright
and warm, and i was still feeling a bit chilled. Beating faster, my
heart began pounding in my chest. My breathing increased, and my mind
began wondering over the events of the past hours.

'What was He going to do with me? What was He doing now? Should i run?
Should i wait?' Many different ideas entered my mind. Was He angry,
sad, happy, concerned? Was He plotting more pain for me, or was He
doing something else? The thoughts just ran through my head as i stood
in front of the fire.

He seemed surpised when He came back into the room. Wondering why, as
He had commanded me not to move, i just followed Him. As we entered, i
was suddenly swept off my feet and placed, gently, into a tub of water.
The water slowly began to cover me, and i squealed out as it hit my
open wounds. Once my body adjusted, and the heat began seeping through
me, i began to relax. This was nice, leaning back in the water, resting,
letting all the agony of the last day pass through me.

As i lay back with my eyes closed, i felt a sponge begin to work its
will all over my body. Looking up, i saw Him giving me a bath. My eyes
must have showed the shock i was feeling for He touched my mouth gently,
as if to say, 'All in good time, My girl' and continued with the job at
hand.

Feeling refreshed, alive, and content for the first time since He first
grabbed my hair, i was in awe of this man; i lowered my eyes, lest He
see the feelings this aroused in me and waited for Him to finish.

Originally posted by thegirl
Feeling refreshed, alive, and content for the first time since He first
grabbed my hair, i was in awe of this man; i lowered my eyes, lest He
see the feelings this aroused in me and waited for Him to finish.

After seeing that she had been properly cleansed, He hoisted her out of the water and set her dripping wet upon the tile. Holding her steady by the collar, He patted her dry and applied a liniment to her wounds so they might heal quicker. He removed her cuffs and replaced them with dry ones; however, He did not remove her collar as that was permanent, showing to all that she belonged to Him, forever.

Now that she was restored, He led her out into the main room once more. With a turn of a knob, the lights brightened and the outer rooms lit up.

“This shall be your home. you are permitted to roam freely about it, but you shall never leave this wing without My accompaniment.” He stated as He gestured. “you will abide by My canon, I shall take no refusal. For now, you are to remain unclothed; however, in due time and with the proper attitude, you may earn your attire. As for now, come and dine for you look hungry.”

He directed her to the dining room in which was set a grand table spread with victuals in abundance. He beckoned her to take a seat at one end of the lengthy table and then assumed His position on the opposite end. Happily, she consumed the meal before her, oblivious to the ravenous eyes that lay upon her…

Finally, stepping out of the tub, clean, refreshed, and smelling like a rose, her cheeks flushed from the bath, and the desires aroused by His touch, she lowered her eyes, lest He see the tell-tale signs glowing deep within them. She allowed Him to dry her, then followed along in shock, as He took her through the rest of the house. Glancing about her, she saw the table adorned with food, and found herself longing to eat. Had she been more herself, thegirl would have noticed the bookcases lined with hard bound leather books. She would have followed the rows, running her fingers over the edges, admiring the glow, and smell of her favorite pastime. She would have thought about the number of years it would take to read through the books and a delighted smile would have dazzled her new Master even more. As she entered the room, food was to only thought on her mind as she took a deep breath and smelled the aroma.

Originally posted by DemonicAngel

?This shall be your home. you are permitted to roam freely about it, but you shall never leave this wing without My accompaniment.? He stated as He gestured. ?you will abide by My canon, I shall take no refusal. For now, you are to remain unclothed; however, in due time and with the proper attitude, you may earn your attire. As for now, come and dine for you look hungry.?

Happily, she consumed the meal before her, oblivious to the ravenous eyes that lay upon her?

Thrilling to His touch, i allowed Him to dry me, then lowered my eyes, lest He see my reaction. He would know then. 'So what?', asked my spirited side. 'Would that be so bad? Would it be so bad to give into your own desires and allow Him to know? What is the worst that could happen? He would touch you, maybe even take you? Just let Him know, quit being so independent!'

Then the logical side stepped into the conversation. 'Remember what happened last time you tried something like that? He cuffed you, blindfolded you and carted you into this room like a bag of potatoes, then dumped you! Why let Him know, if you will only get into trouble! Play it cool, girl, and you might survive this to live another day!"

Deciding to play it cool, at least for the moment, i followed Him into the dining area, food making a welcome appearance. As i sat in the chair, eating, my mind went back to His words. My heart had settled down some, but my mind started up again!

'Restrictions? Only in this area? No clothes? Now it is time to fight! No body tells me what to do! Who does He think He is, anyway? i already have a father. What am i going to do now?'

My spirited side reminded me that, 'He has been mostly kind to you. He cleaned you up, tended your wounds, has now fed you, and was only letting you know how it is, besides, you did not really mean that thought about your father, for your father never made your cheeks flush, body tingle, and your heart beat faster. So just wait, it could be a pleasant stay here, just look at those books!'

Laying my fork down for a moment, i noticed the books for the first time. My eyes began to glow, and my mind went immediently to the journal i used to keep, wondering if He would allow me to have one. Not knowing whether it was acceptable to speak or ask questions, i kept quiet, but my heart longed to start my daily writings again. 'Adventures of thegirl' would be my first entry, writing down in detail all the wonderful items upon this table, the candles that flickered, the lavish place settings, and the glass dinner bell that sat in the middle. That dinner bell reminded me of the collar i wore, and my hand absent mindedly began to stroke it, wondering what it stood for and why it was still upon me.

As my mind wondered, i returned to the food, unaware of the ravenous appetite i was about to discover that had nothing to do with food ...

Originally posted by thegirl
As my mind wondered, i returned to the food, unaware of the ravenous appetite i was about to discover that had nothing to do with food ...
As He watched her swallow the meal set before her, His eyes became acutely aware of the movements in her neck. His pupils narrowed as they fixed upon the roll and throb of the veins within her neck. His ears pounded with the pulsation of her heartbeat. His mouth began to water as His canines began to extend, jutting down from the rest of his teeth with sharp points. His muscles tightened in anticipation of the assault. His fingernails grew long and razor-sharp….

Meanwhile, thegirl munched contently, unaware of the peril that stood before her. she had stolen glances at the books; yet unbeknownst to her, she would never have a chance to read them. she had unintentionally excited His thirst when she toyed with her collar exposing the veins in her neck. she would not make that mistake again….

Originally posted by DemonicAngel
she had unintentionally excited His thirst when she toyed with her collar exposing the veins

As i sat there delighting in the meal before me, i slowly became aware of the subtle changes within my new Sir. Startled, i began to nervously clear the table, taking great pains to avoid His reach for the moment. Quick as could be, i had managed to grab the dishes and food before Him, before He figured out my intent. Smiling to myself, and extremely happy, i returned to the kitchen with the rest of the food. When i returned to the dining area, i examined the books before me, trying to decide if i should run, scream, or just wait for His next move, not knowing exactly what was in store.

My heart began beating faster, my nerves were attune to my every emotion. My face flushed, as i thought about Him touching me. The currents i felt returned to my memory, and i was unprepared for the changes i observed within His demeanor. Each move or thought i had seemed to be His and i did not know what to do! The scream stuck in my throat, and my body began to shake, my eyes glazed over and i began to lick my lips, unaware ...

He watched thegirl move about the dining room sporadically and decided He would end her pitiful apprehension….

Suddenly, He descended upon thegirl in a swift assault, grasping her throat in His wiry grip and hoisting her high above the floorboards.

“You are a foolish girl and you ought to know your place in this world!” He roared. “I will teach you manners, child, so you may remember them the next time you dine at My table!”

As she gasped for air and clutched at His hand that besieged her gullet, He cleared the table with a broad stroke of His opposing arm. He then cast her down upon the table so that her breasts smashed into the wooden surface as she was bent over its edge, leaving her tender ass exposed to His ministrations. His palm seared the air as it flew, landing with a loud crack upon her ass. She screamed, but was silenced when the second blow alighted her ass. He continued to assail her ass with blows until it smoldered, radiating a deep, burning pink color. her screams had mellowed to a diminutive whimper when He concluded her spanking. However, He had other plans for her….

Spreading her legs, He examined her pussy, giving its puffy lips a firm smack. Then He probed her clit with His sharp fingernail, toying with it and watching her squirm. It was at this point that He determined his course of action. With a simple motion, He undid the buttons upon His trousers, releasing His cock from its confines. Subsequently, He seized her by her collar and slipped His cock into her slit. Without remorse, He forcefully penetrated her pussy instigating a cry from her lips that echoed throughout the wing. He had taken her; she was unprepared and unwilling for it. A malevolent grin crept across His face as He reveled in the agony of His victim. He began to thrust in and out of her with long, deliberate strokes, mating with His ravin. she was His; this was to put aside any doubt of that. As He raped thegirl, His eyes came to focus on that which He had noticed before….

He ripped her collar from her neck in order to gain a better view. her veins were now more prevalent than before and He fully took pleasure in watching them pulse with her pounding heart rate. His hunger grew from deep within and He meant to satisfy it soon. So, He snatched her up by her hair, impaling her upon His cock, so that she was helplessly staring skyward with her supple breasts undulating freely and her neck pulled taut. With a fierce growl, He set upon her neck! she felt two pointed teeth pierce her skin and the cool sensation as her blood flowed out upon her neck. He lapped it up, ravenously, drinking from her life force. He continued to drain her for several minutes, fully gratifying His thirst. she began to lose consciousness as the blood loss became intense. The room about her began to spin and then faded to black….

Originally posted by DemonicAngel
With a fierce growl, He set upon her neck! she felt two pointed teeth pierce her skin and the cool sensation as her blood flowed out upon her neck. He lapped it up, ravenously, drinking from her life force. He continued to drain her for several minutes, fully gratifying His thirst. she began to lose consciousness as the blood loss became intense. The room about her began to spin and then faded to black….

Spin, whirl, black ... darkness descends upon thegirl as she felt her world drop out from under her. She was conscious only of the darkness, the void. She slowly awakened to a soft washcloth placed on her brow. She tried to open her eyes, to look into His face, to see who was so gentle, but her eyes would not open. Strong hands held her close as she stirred, and a husky voice whispered,

"It is ok, My little one, you are with Me, I am your protector, remember? You are Mine, so relax!"

As the words sunk in, thegirl visibly relaxed. He held her close and whispered to her of His dreams, His hopes, His desires. She listened in awe, and tried to speak, but the words only stuck in her throat. He leaned over, gently touching her tear stained face, and gave her the gentlest of kisses. It was a kiss she would remember the rest of her life.

Time just stood still, her heart full, content, yearning. The longer she listened, the more she wanted. She tried to move, to touch Him, speak to Him, tell Him how she felt, but her body and mind did not work. She had no command over herself.

The darkness began to fade, and a gust of wind touched her heated body, as thegirl began to discern the dining area. Her mind wondering if she had dreamed the encounter, or if it had been real ... that gust of wind whispering to her that He was real.

When her vision returned, she found herself flat on the floor, blood oozing from her hurt aching body. What had happened? Images, floating and dark, a hand at her throat ... a palm on her butt ... fangs at her throat ... Suddenly, she remembered, with horror, the look on His face as He forced Himself upon her, sheer delight at her helplessness, the raw desire to inflict pain, the glee at rape, the terror of His assault. Her body and mind began to work as one, as she shed off the shock, the terror, and determined to regain herself, to put aside all feeling of submission for this man. She willed herself to fight.

In one moment, He had destroyed her desire to give herself totally to Him, all thoughts of submission driven from her mind. In its place, a rebellion was forming, as she tried to work through the shock, terror, and rage His actions had brought upon her, her heart hardened itself. She determined to protect herself, remain thegirl, lock inside that giving, loving part of herself. She then removed the key from her heart, locking her emotions inside, determined He would never see what His actions had done to her.

Standing up, squaring her shoulders, she ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror. Blood dripped from her neck, down her naked bruised body, shock was written in her eyes, tears stained her face, and pale cheeks looked back, thegirl somehow, was not the same. She began shaking as shock took hold, and she mechanically began to clean herself up. Her resolve returned until she examined her neck, the fang marks bringing a fresh feeling of shock, and she sank to the floor, hands around her face, as she sobbed uncontrollably. Her body shook from the emotions.

After an hour or so, thegirl heard a knock at the door. She became aware of her cold icy body and quickly cleaned the tears from her face again. As she looked over her face once more, she noted the hardness in her eyes, her tense body, her heart well hidden and protected, and something else, it was determination. As she stepped out of the bathroom door, be it resolved, she was ready to fight or run, depending upon His next move.

thegirl who came out of the bathroom was not the same girl who ran in; this girl was hard, determined, and strong, having locked up the trusting, giving and kind girl. She would never unlock the key, and allow another man to break her spirit. Her battles were only just beginning.

Looking at myself in the mirror, i felt the hardness begin. It started from the terror He inflicted, the rage, the helplessness. It was as if He had somehow gotten into my mind and found my most frightening thought. He fed upon my fear, He fed upon the anger, then brought it out, not to benefit me, but to satisfy His lust for power.

Whatever feelings of trust i might have been forming, i lost the instant He raped me. i felt the glee in His eyes, the excitement He felt, as He took me, and my rage began. Deep inside, my rage started, it covered my mind and worked both sides into submission. Submission to me! He made my battle easier, it united both sides. My eyes glazed over, my heart beat faster, my hands shook, but i resolved to save myself.

Exiting the bathroom, i knew i was not the same girl who entered it. Hard, determined and strong came to mind as i advanced toward Him, ready to fight for my very soul!

Originally posted by shysexkitten
Ok so my boyfriend and i have dabbled into the bdsm stuff a little with spanking, handcuffs, worshipping, begging and stuff and i love it i really do nothing turns me on more than that stuff. My question is that he likes sometimes when i take charge but yet he never seems to ever totally trust me or let down his gaurd anytime. He always has to be in charge or on top. I just want to break him one time and show him what ive got but i cant seem to do it. Have any suggestions? anything would help! Thanks!



Hi, dropping by late...

Haven't read the whole thread yet, so I don't know if this has been suggested along the way. IMO the secret to controlling is taking charge of the big O. Especially of the male Orgasm. When you have him handcuffed, take him to the edge a few times, without letting him cum. See how close you can take him - carefully not to step over the line. For each time, try to get closer. Soon enough the begging is going to get very REAL!

Oh you want to cum, baby?
But do you really NEED to cum?
Besides I'm having such fun.
You wouldn't want to deny me my fun now, would you?
Oh, OK sure you can cum, but first you'll have to make me cum... twice.
So how bad do you need to cum right now?
What would you do if I allowed you to cum now. If I would to give you the strongest, most powerful Orgasm of your life, huh baby?

Etc...

Just my .02

But you'd be surprised what a guy would do for that final release if you keep him frustrated for a while...

Originally posted by thegirl


Exiting the bathroom, i knew i was not the same girl who entered it. Hard, determined and strong came to mind as i advanced toward Him, ready to fight for my very soul!


As thegirl advanced toward Him, she was suddenly struck down by an unknown assailant. thegirl came crashing to the floor just feet from Him. When thegirl turned her head to ascertain whom she had been assaulted by, her eyes met with a pair of fiery red eyes glaring down at her as the foe crept upon her. her adversary was an exquisite female, whose hair matched the color of the night; her pallor skin was taut over high cheek bones and her figure was curved to perfection with ample breasts, a firm ass, and well-toned body. Pinned to the floor, all thegirl could do was watch in terror as this fiend licked the blood that had spilled over her breasts from before.

“you will never hold such contempt for the Master, again!” she hissed in thegirl’s ear. “you owe Him your life and you ought to be proud to be His.”

Noticing a hint of thegirl’s defiance still remained, she slapped thegirl across the face sending thegirl into tears.

“Do not show such insolence in His presence!” she commanded. “you will learn to obey. And in time, you will realize how fortunate you are. you could have been left for the wolves, but instead, He took you in, bathed you, and fed you. Yet you still showed Him contempt and for that, He punished you. you ought to be ashamed!”

she stood up, leaving thegirl upon the floor….

Originally posted by Angels_Own
she stood up, leaving thegirl upon the floor….


Eyes cast downward, she walked across the room and stood next to Him. she was trembling with the anger she felt at the despicable way thegirl had treated her Master. How dare she even think about disrespecting the Man who wanted only to be her protector! thegirl was daft if she thought she could outwit the Master and it infuriated her to see Him being treated with such dishonor.

As she stood there, trying to still the quaking within her, she felt His hand gently brush her hair from her face. Head still bowed, she felt a thrill course through her body at His touch and her tumult immediately begin to fade. she stood at His side, waiting for Him to speak....

Angels_Own