The Lair

[Honey_B]

The Lair is a club steeped in legend and mystery. If you have a desire to take a walk on the wild side, come in at your own risk. Upon entering, one is quite taken by the dark beauty of the place. Its walls are swathed with black silk. Candles set in iron candelabras provide light. Low settees in velvet the color of fresh blood provide seating for those wishing to stop and converse before they go below. Below. The wrought-iron spiral staircase near the back leads down to the dungeons. What happens there? Only those who have taken a trip through their darkest fantasies can tell.

The mind-numbing effects of boredom clawed at my consciousness and I felt unsettled. The need to go out on the prowl was strong once again. I spread my legs, causing my black skirt to rise higher on my creamy thighs. My scent thickened the air around the chair where I sat. The night was beckoning and I slipped my fingers between my legs, teasing them into the moist folds, exciting myself for the chase.

The ottoman upon which my feet rested twitched with desire. I glanced down and smiled. The slave rested upon his hands and knees, supporting my legs upon the bare skin of his back. I stroked the sweat-slickened skin with my toes and he quivered. Sliding my feet off him, I bent at the waist and held my moist fingers to his lips. His tongue lapped at the juices on my skin.

"Rise, my little slut, and bathe yourself. I will be wearing my latex dress. Prepare it. You will be escorting me this evening for we will be visiting The Lair."

It has been some time since I visited The Lair. The club was infamous even amongst the most jaded. One couldn't even walk through its ebony doors without knowing one of its owners intimately and I was always a welcome guest. It had been in one of the Lair's deepest dungeons that I had met Steve nearly a year ago. I smiled as I watched my lithe slave walk into the bathroom. He had pleased my greatly over the months since he had moved into my home, but tonight I wanted more. Tonight I wanted fresh meat.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Cain Bishop

Professional Wrestling? Bad pay, rough work, and a long, long road to the big money. I didn't need it.

Sure, the perks were good. One of them was kneeling between my legs right now in the locker room, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth as she twisted her head from side to side, moaning and groaning and beating me off as she sucked me. I was still in my leathers, hadn't even showered yet; still had the marks of the canvas on my back and the chains around my neck.

"Come on, baby. Either hurry it up or get your fucking pants off."

She had to hurry it up. For one thing, her leapoard-skin pants were too tight for her to ever get them off without a scalpel, and for another, she knew she couldn't take all of me where I wanted to be. Despite the size of her siliconed jugs, she was a scrawny little thing. It would have been like trying to stuff a dill pickle through a drinking straw.

As it was, she could just barely get the head into her mouth. That's why she had her hands wrapped around me and was stroking me up and down like she was climbing a fire pole.

I watched her with mild interest. She didn't do it for me. Though my manager didn't know it yet, this had been my farewell performance. I was quitting the ring for good, and once I walked out the dressing room door, that would be the end of Hardcore. It seemed to me that I deserved something a little more special that a third-rate blow job by a ring-trash groupie.

I wondered what was going on at the Lair that night, or whether they were still even open. That had been one wild fucking place; probably the only place in town where I could find the kind of action I like: girls and guys who'll do just about anything. Me, I like it all, but I'm especially fond of the chains and whips: the rough stuff. And I don't care if I play Dom or sub; I'll switch. There's just something about the Lair: the dark, the bodies, the wicked atmosphere. That's what I needed. Something extreme. Something hot.

"Thanks, sugar. You were great." I said as I pulled my cock out of her mouth leaving her blinking at me.

"Hey!" she complained as I walked to the showers, leaving her sitting on the floor

I washed, then got back into my leathers. What the hell, that's the kind of place the Lair is. I put on my vest, hung the chains around my neck, and put on my shades. I got on my bike and said goodbye to my wrestling career.

 

[beesslaveboy]

steve

I quickly hurry off to the bathroom, your powerful scent mixing in my head as I run the bath. Quickly dropping into the hot water I take out my razor and begin to ensure that my entire body is saved smooth as a baby, paying special attention to my ass, my cock and balls. My nipples ache a little as I shave around my pierced nipples, the golden rings glistening in the light. Rinsing my body of any hair I make sure that my skin is clean all over as I work up a lather with the scented soap.

Getting out of the bath I dry myself thoroughly with a towel and
walk slowly out of the bathroom into the room where I keep those tight leather pants that Mistress loves so much when I wear them, since they hug my small cute slave ass so tightly. No underwear of course so that my ass and crotch are clearly outlined and formed by the black leather. No shirt needed tonight as I slip on a black leather jacket over my bare hairless chest, the nipple rings being pushed down by the leather.

 

[Honey_B]

Melisande

I heard the water running in the small guest bathroom and knew that Steve was doing as I asked. He was so exquisitely trained now that I didn't need to check on him. Instead I walked to my own luxurious bathroom and turned the facets on my sunken tub. Normally I would have my slave prepare my bath, but I was impatient to be out the door as soon as possible.

Twenty minutes later, I had completed my toilette and had moved into my bedroom. My dark auburn hair had been swept up into a French twist, held in place by a dark jade comb. My blue eyes looked smoky and my lips full and dusky rose. On my feet, I wore a pair of black pumps with four-inch silver heels and I had on a pair of thigh-high stockings. I didn't have a stitch of other lingerie on and the reason for that was coming. Should be coming!

“Where’s my dress?”

I didn’t yell, just spoke in a tone that would be loud enough for Steve to clearly hear both the words and the underlying menace.

 

[SwampThing]

Molly

There it was, the Lair. Molly stood nervously looking up at the intimidating building. Then she looked at the invitation in her hand. "Slave's Entrance". Every time she read that she shivered. It made her frightened and excited, thinking about what must go in behind those doors.

Molly walked around the back of the building, her saddle shoes clipping down the dark alleyway. She was wearing her school uniform, the grey plaid skirt hemmed high to show off her slim, pale legs. Her black necktie blew out of her dark jacket in the wind, and her long black braids blew out after it. Molly pulled her jacket closer around her. Her dark eyes were wide in her cute freckled face, from emotion and E. She stopped at the heavy metal door in the back of the club, and reached out a small hand. Her middle finger was completely encased in silver, the jointed armour extending to a curved talon. She knocked on the door.

Standing in the alley, shivering and waiting, Molly remembered the club last week. She'd been standing out back with some friends, smoking a joint and hoping to catch the DJ when he came out. A tall guy with black shades and a shaved head had approached them. He seemed too old to be hanging out at an industrial club and talking to high school seniors, but Molly had been intriqued. He'd handed a few of them invitations to this place, just the prettiest ones, Molly had noticed. The other girls had been too affraid to come, but Molly felt that tonight her life was going to change forever.

Her black lips parted in a smile as the door opened.

 

[English Lady]

God alone knows what i am doing here.

My workmates and friends would laugh in your face if you said you'd seen me here, in the lair.

"Janet is not that kind of girl" they'd say as soon as the laughing fit had stopped.

Nobody really knows me. I look like your typical good girl, i wear sensible shoes and practical clothing. I always arrive at the office on time,i take a packed lunch and NEVER go out to the pub or attend office parties.

I know that there is something truely perverted deep down in my soul, something that has grown and grown inside and now has led me to this place. this dark,seductive place.

I blend right in with the few patrons who are already here, i have a drink on the table and a whip in my hand.

I am clad in the tightest red leather outfit i own,my ample bosom threatening to spill out of its confines.

I am nervous,excited and scared all at the same time. There is a party of creepy crawlies break dancing in the pit of my stomach, or so it feels.

I watch people as they sit ,sipping drinks. many others are watching too. Some sat in pairs, some kneeling at the feet of another and yet more have partnered off and disappeared downstairs.

I don't know if i will pluck up the courage to do anything tonight but sit here and watch, but i feel right, at last i feel like i belong.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Cain Bishop

He hadn't been there in a couple of months, but with his size and build and swagger he wasn't easy to forget, so the bouncers let him in without a word. And if his size and build weren't enough, he still had on his trademark leather vest with the silver chains looped around his massive shoulders and his black and blue sunglasses. He was hard to miss.

It was still early and The Lair wasn't yet crowded. Bishop walked around the cavernous club, looking for familiar faces; a difficult job given the size of the room, the dim lighting and the many alcoves and secluded nooks that surrounded the main bar and dance floor, plus the fact trhat many of thepatrons chose to wear masks of one sort of another, or to cover their faces with hoods and veils as they pursued their particular kinds of pleasure.

Some of the people at the bar looked at him in open invitation, mostly subs, women and men, some indeterminate, some probably TV's, but he wasn't interested. There was something dreary about subs who really no more than masochists, who wanted to be beaten and abused. He was looking more for someone he could corrupt; someone who hadn't yet really realized their own slutty proclivities.

He passed one semi-private where a young woman stoof naked, her hands chained above her head, her face covered by a piece of black lace. One man stood in front of her, holding her breasts in his hand and sucking noisily on them, while another man stood behind her with a whip, sweeping it lazily over her ass. The woman was moaning and whimpering but was obviously enjoying it, and Bishop felt his cock stir as he admired her. But the man with the whip stopped and looked at him, and Bishop moved on.

He walked around the bar towards the slave's entrance, where he could watch the door, and ordered a beer. There were women in evening gowns, women in leather teddys and fur coats, a woman dressed like a nun with a leash around her neck.

But what caughty his eye was a young girl dressed in a school uniform, complete right down to ber saddle shoes. She looked awfully young, and very nervous as she hid herself in the back of a crowd and took up a position against the wall, her large eyes scanning the crowd with fear and excitement.

 

[Adapt]

Dante Aspen

-Clipping his cuffs his all black suit was complete, not a seam seen under the black of his clothing, the only skin showing was the tight view of his chiseled cheeks, his deep black locks that slicked backwards…his deep black ray bands cladding his deep red irises, he gave a haughty smile as he rose from the interior of the limo like transport, his hands coming to pull tight his clothing, obvious under the black clad he was well muscles, so much in fact each tendon could be defined under the tight pull of his clothing, it had been quite a boring night, in fact very boring, was it all about to change, the Lair is a very impressive, drawing crowds from around the world on a daily bases, he came to the steps as the his ride started to move away, the bouncers gave not a second glance to him as he walked towards the club his eyes hinting a gaze to the clawing life of the streets trying to enter as well, being held at bay with a wall of bouncers, eventually they will have there turns…eventually, he chuckled slightly as he watched them for a moment then continued, the bouncer quickly flickering a wrist to open the door for him, he simply nodded and smiled as he slid him a hundred dollar tip…

Taking in the scent of the nightclub, smiling as he lifted his nose to take in the breathing of each soul in the dark site of this Lair, continuing his walk he entered a room that was all lit by dark lights and spiraling lasers, lancing the place, as he came to seat in a booth, his head tilted back slightly as he blinked, instantly noticed by a trope of woman,

“Well well, what have we have here?” he chuckled as they came to sit at either side of him, “Actually all I want is something to drink tonight ladies, nothing else” he smiled as they frowns and spoke in unity, “Awe, alright…” as they slipped from his lap and sides to go seek another,

“What a great club” he chuckled to himself as he looked up to a nearly naked waitress…

“Just something cold” he hinted a grin as she nodded and walked from the room, her sweet buttock cheeks wiggling from side to fro as she continued a paced walked, his eyes then taking in other sights of the room, many people, both same sex couples and straight kissing, embracing, licking…torturing, soon the female returned placing a glass of Everclear and a couple of pills to the side, a chuckle escaping his lips as he looked down to the four pills then the glass of basically acid, a trance of a smile came to his lips as his eyes came up to the female, his hand lazily curling and beckoning her near, her supple body leaning in slightly.

“Yes?” she asked as he tongue came to slide against her lobe, his twin tongue rings cold, greatly complimenting his heated muscle of his deep red tongue, as it swirled up her lobe and then back down, the teasing caress of such opposites was quite enticing, his hand slipping to press her a tip between her pressed cleavage, “thanks, I appreciate it” he grinned as he slipped one last hot lick with the tip of his exercised muscle, his magical fingers playing wonders against her full bosoms as they pulled from her at the same time his tongue was robbed from her lobe…

Her eyes continued there watch upon him as he started to drink, she stumbled slightly from the room, bumming into a waiter as she exited the room-

 

[beesslaveboy]

steve

Her words cut through my mind like the edge of a ski as it cuts into the ice and snow, and then the words traveled through the rest of my Slave soul making my flesh break out into a cold a scaly sweat as my cock twitched. OHHH no i thought to myself . In my excitement to bathe and prepare myself for the evening I had totally forgotten about HER black latex dress, the one She just loves to wear when she is in a prowling mood. The dress that makes her heavenly body look even more powerful and fear provoking than it normally does. Just thinking about the dress made my eyes turn glassy, my heart pound faster and my hands
tremble.

I quickly hurried to the room where the dress was laid out on the bed and began to prepare the latex. Using fair amounts of scented baby powder I sprinkled the inside with the powder taking special care to ensure that the powder did not settle on the outside of the black latex. I then proceeded to clean the outside of the latex with a pair of very soft, red silk panties that are reserved specifically for this task. Using the pantiesI brought the black latex to a bright shine, working quickly as I mumbled the words "one second please Mistress i will be with You in a second, please Mistress" the words dissolving into emptiness like the way in which an ice cube melts when placed into a pot boiling water.

Taking the dress in my hands I walked over to Mistresses bathroom. Knocking on the door , I quickly dropped to my knees , laying the dress across my back the scent of the latex invading my nostrils and mixing with the strong perfume and scent of Powerful Woman emerging from the bathroom. I closed my eyes and waited my mind becoming a blur as my slave ass trembled.

 

[Honey_B]

Melisande

I plucked up the the freshly powdered dress, careful to touch the exterior as much as possible. Rolling the dress over my body, I inhaled sharply with pleasure. The black latex clung like a second skin, drawing attention to all of my curves. The dress lifted my full breasts and dipped low at the neckline. I turned, watching my reflection as it moved in the full length mirror. I was a tall woman and in the heels, I was positively statuesque. My eyes shifted to my slave, crouched demurely behind me.

"Stand, my sweet."

His diminutive height barely brought him to my shoulder. I reached out and caressed his freshly shaved cheek with a warm palm.

"You love the way I overshadow you, do you not, my pet. It makes you feel so small, so helpless whenever you are in my presence."

My voice was as much a caress as my hand had been.

"Come close, slave, and polish off the fingerprints on this dress. Polish it until you can see your reflection on my ass."

I let the imagery sink into the consciousness of my slave for a moment before I slapped him hard across the face.

"Do not dawdle, slut! Already you have earned a punishment for keeping me waiting for this dress. You would do well not to keep me waiting a second longer."

 

[beesslaveboy]

steve

The slap across my face sent the usual quick violent shock through my body, like an electric bolt exploding and igniting the damp, dark recesses of my body. Then the after glow as the electric shock turns to heat and spreads the flaming embers of submission and pain through my slave body, eventually finding their aching targets between my legs and my pierced nipples.

Dropping quickly to my knees in a reflexive, almost Pavlovian action, I looked up at her tall, statuesque figure clad, no wrapped, in the tight fitting black latex dress and let my eyes feast on the heavenly, powerful figure towering over me. Her legs so strong and powerful as i inhaled her scent, the heavenly scent of Her musky perfume wrapped in with latex and Woman on the prowl. my slave belly tightened as I grabbed the red silk panties, which i keep in my jacket pocket for such occasions, and began to polish her black steamy latex to a perfect shine. Her muscular yet so feminine body resisted my pressure and as I rubbed and polished the dress covering her ass, and the front of the dress around the hem and higher up to the area of Her breasts. My hand trembled as i admired the shining latex knowing that this incredible Woman was enjoying the massage i was giving Her through the black latex.

Looking up at her I asked in a voice that was barely audible like a child asking for acceptance and recognition, the reflection of my slave body shining back at me from the black latex.

“Is the dress shiny enough for You Mistress.. i hope it is pleasing enough for You Mistress.. I’ve tried so hard to make it just so perfect Mistress..”.

My words just dissolving into the air surrounding her.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Cain Bishop

He loses sight of the school girl in the saddle shoes, but that's alright, because he's noticed someone else now: a woman sitting alone at a table in a skin-tight red leather teddy and thigh-high boots holding a whip and sipping a drink. Her leathers are so tight he wonders that she can move. Her breasts are covered by removable leather patches that snap on and off, and she's had to leave the top two snaps on each undone to contain the mass of her tits.

But what really catches his interest is her face. Despite her wild make-up, her face is unusually fresh and innocent, and even though she tries to affect the cored and blase attitude of the crowd, he can clearly see the nervousness and excitement in her eyes. And there she sits all alone.

Bishop picks up his drink and slides off his stool. He runs through a series of mental pictures of him and Miss Red Leather together, finally settling on one that has him standing and fucking her from behind as he pulls her hair back like the reins of a horse and her big tits flop back and forth from the punch of his big cock in her pussy. The image makes his cock start to grow as he walks towards her table, so that by the time he stops there, the outline of his bulging hard-on is clear in his leather pants, and only inches from her face.

"Pardon me," he says, "But is that whip for use on someone else, or are you looking for someone to use it on you?"

 

[English Lady]

"He is BIG!" I thought to myself as I looked over the room ,noticing a massive hunk of a man by the bar.
"He looks mean, i wonder what he's really like?" As these thoughts were going through my head the hulk of a guy appears directly infront of me.

"Wow He IS big" I think as i look at his hard on staring at me through his tight pants.


"Pardon me," he says, "But is that whip for use on someone else, or are you looking for someone to use it on you?"

"Oh well it's flexible" I reply "in more ways than one" I add giggling nervously

"It's for effect realy if i am honest" i say, giving up on the cold as ice seductress technique and going with honesty

"would you like to take a seat?"

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Cain Bishop

He sits down at her table and holds out his hand. "My name's Cain Bishop." he says.

She's wearing red kid opera gloves, like everything else she has on, skin tight. Her hand in his looks tiny.

"Janet." she says, deciding it's best not to give a last name at this point.

"And what's your story, Janet? What are you into?"

She shrugs, feeling suddenly nervous. What is her story? She wishes she knew herself. She wishes she knew why she went and spent so much money on her leathers, just to put them on in the privacy of her own home and masturbate, or why she'd been trying to get up the nerve to enter The Lair for the last three months. She wishes she knew why dates with nice guys just weren't doing it for her; why she felt there was more to sex than just some quick and furtive missionary-style lovemaking with the lights off.

"I don't really know." she says. "This is my first time here. I'm just kind of curious."

He smiles at her. It's a friendly smile, but with a gleam in his eye.

"You're lucky you ran into me, then." he says. "I can tell you what you want to do with just a few quick tests."

She knows he's putting her on, but she says. "You can? How?"

"Come here." He gets up from the table and leads her to a dark alcove. He takes her drink and puts it on a shelf.

"Turn around." he tells her, and she turns so that her back is to him.

She's wearing her hair up on tyop of her head, leaving her neck bare so that when he kisses her softly on the nape of her neck she gasps and a shudder runs through her. He holds her shoulders as he runs his mouth along the back of her neck, stopping every so often to kiss or bite softly at her smooth skin. Reaching down, he takes her wrists and pulls her arms up so that he'd holding her hands level with her shoulders, holding them firmly so that she can't wiggle away.

His lips are like fire on the back of her neck and she feels her nipples stiffen. She had no idea she was already so keyed up, but the feel of mouth on her makes her moan softly and roll her head on her shoulders to give him access.

He licks her earlobe and whispers, "Do you like the way I hold your arms?"

His hands are so strong she couldn't move if she wanted to. He's built like a piece of granite. "Mmmm." she sighs.

He lets go of her forearms and slides his hand down over the leather until he's caressing her big tits. She feels her legs grow weak. "Do you like it when I play with your tits?" he asks her softly.

"Oh yesss." she moans.

He carefully unsnaps the panels covering her breasts so that her bare flesh is exposed. Still kissing her neck he spirals his fingers around and around her tits, working towards the center as she leans back against him, lost in the wonderful feeling.

"And is that nice?" he asks her again.

"Yes." she says. He hands are behind her now, groping for the outline of his cock in his leather pants.

He takes her nipples in his fingers and spplies pressure slowly, until he is squeezing them quite hard. Janet bites her lip to keep from crying out but then the pain becomes too much and she moans.

Immeidately he stops and begins to lightly trace her nipples, easingthe pain away.

"Well I'll tell you what I think, Janet." he whispers in her ear. "I think you're a very beautiful and sexual woman who really needs to get fucked. I think you need someone to strip you out of your gorgeous leathers and lick and kiss you all over your body until you just can't stand it. I think you need your gorgeous ass spanked to make sure you behave, and then I think you've got to find a man who'll fuck you all night long and make you love every minute of it. That's what I think."

 

[English Lady]

And what he thought was damn right!

I need to be fucked. I know it, I feel it, I want it but I have never been brave enough to admit it up till now.

"You're right" i reply "I need to be fucked"

I couldn't believe it. I was saying such a thing to a near stranger. A very attractive stranger who just made me feel better than i had ever felt before but still a stranger all the same.


His hands, his touch, his kisses and bites, the pain he inflicts which intensifies pleasure all this makes this man,Cain irresistable to me!

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Cain Bishop

Bishop smiles as Janet turns around to face him and puts her arms around him. He's so big; it's like trying to hug a brick wall, but she's suddenly hot to feel his strong body against hers. She crushes her breasts against him and rocks back and forth to drag her hard nipples against his hairy chest as Bishop reaches down and takes her tight ass in his big hands, like holding two cantalopes. He lifts her easily until he can kiss her and then lets her explore his mouth with her hungry tongue.

He turns them around and sets her ass oin the table. "You think you can take me, Janet?" he asks. He pulls his panats open and his massive cock falls out, standing at a proud angle from his flat belly.

"Oh my God!" she gasps. He looks as if he's as big as her forearm. There's no way he can... But she doesn't want to stop now. Already her pussy is wet and puffy and she needs it so bad.,

She spreads her legs and reaches between them to open the leather crotch band and expose her little pussy, glistening in the light from her excitement.

"Right here?" she asks him. "On the table?"

"Why not?" he answers. "No one's going to bother us."

He takes a step forward and then picks up her ass and holds her pussy to his mouth as his tongue seeks her out. Janet screams and arches her back, surprised at the suddenness of his move, but thrilled by what he's doing. His tongue slides into her and wiggles inside. as if it's going to swim up into her womb, then comes out and laves her clit and her lips before delving inside her again. Her juices drip down her ass over his hands as he eats her and she writhes on the table, panting and groaning.

He sets her down and she immediately spreads her legs as far as she can, bringing her knees up to her shoulders. However she felt before, she doesn't feel ashamed now. Now she just needs to be fucked, and fucked hard.

Biship sets the head of his cock against her pussy and she guides him with her hand. She reaches benathe her and tries to spread herself open but still it's a tight fit. Her face grows as red as her leathers as she strains to take him in and he pushes steadily into her.

Finally he pops inside and Janet screams. "Wait! Stop! Oh God! Give me a minute! You're so fucking big!"

Bishop hold himself stillm, feeling her stretched pussy throbbing on the head of his cock like a tourniquet. Slowly she relaxes a bit, then a little more, and finally he's just able to move.

He pushes a little more into her and she reaches out and figs her nails into his chest to make him stop. "Slow! Slow!" she sobs, and he stops again, waiting for her.

So it continues, inch by inch, Janet writhing on the table, quivering as his cock forces its way into her tight sheath, till at last it's all in., She's taken it all.

 

[English Lady]

My god! I am such a slut! I cannot believe i am laying on a table in a club my knees up around my ears whilst having the biggest fucking cock slowely pressed into my hot wet tongue-licked pussy inch by glorious inch.

It aches so goodd, it stretches me to the limit but each inch i swallow feels so good, deeper and deeper he goes until his whole monster cock is ensheathed in my cunt

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asks, holding still
"Yes" i reply
"Yes what?" he asks again
"yes i want to be fucked!" I exclaim
"Louder bitch" he says as he reaches out and twists my nipples viciously
"FUCK ME" I scream, the pain sending me wild with desire, my nipples aching, my pussy full and dripping my whole body aflame with desire
"Fuck me with your massive fucking cock" i shout
"fuck my slutty cunt with your hard dick,give it to me,please..PLEASE..PLEASE...." he still stays stil and i am writhing on his hardness trying to fuck myself upon it
"fuck me Sir, PLEASE!!!""

 

[Honey_B]

Melisande

My nipples had become quite erect under the massaging strokes of my slave. Latex has the most delightful effect of magnifying any sensation.

“Is the dress shiny enough for you, Mistress? I hope it is pleasing enough for you, Mistress. I’ve tried so hard to make it just so perfect Mistress.”

I wanted to smile at the pleading in his voice, but I kept my face stern. My voice was distant and icy when I answered.

"I want to be gone already so the barely adequate job you have done will have to suffice, slave."

If fact, the latex gleamed with a spectacular luster, but I was not about to let him know that. My little slut craved humiliation like a drug and I was always willing to give him what he needed. I slipped on a pair of opera-length latex gloves.

"I shall polish these! Such things need to be done properly, but with a thought to time. Honestly your devotion makes you as slow as molasses in January.”

I snatched the panties out of my slave's fingers and removed the unsightly powder from my gloves with efficient strokes. The red panties gave me a devilish idea.

“Your punishment for keeping me waiting has been decided, slut. Open up!”

He opened his mouth immediately upon my saying the words. Steve was so exquisitely trained that it was a pleasure to punish him. I shoved the undergarment into his open mouth. His face revealed the deep pleasure he took in my action and again, I had to force myself to keep from smiling. He would thoroughly enjoy what I had to say next.

“As your punishment, you will keep those in your mouth all the way to The Lair, slut.”

The soft whimper was delicious and I felt the rush I received from the power I wielded. To maintain my composure, I brushed past Steve and retrieved his leash.

“Come, my slut.”

A few minutes later, we were outside my building. I hailed a cab and as the car rolled to a stop, I glanced at my slave. He face was suffused with blood and his eyes were glassy. Clearly he was enjoying the punishment. I allowed myself a smile though it was wicked as sin. No wonder he adored me.

 

[beesslaveboy]

steve

I followed Mistress into the back seat of the cab trying to hide my humiliation by keeping my eyes lowered and head down so that the female cab driver couldn’t see me. The red panties were still stuffed into my mouth and pieces of red silk fabric could clearly be seen between my lips. On top of all this Mistress had made no attempt at all to hide the leash as she practically dragged me into the cab, after her, as she tugged on the leash forcefully.

“Down slave”, she commanded as she pulled on the leash lowering my face to the floor by her feet.

“What is that you got there?”, the cab driver asked. I only caught a quick glimpse of her as I was dragged into the cab but she looked as if she was in her early 40s, a rather large woman, with large arms and hands.

“Oh not much”, Mistress responded as she slipped off her heels and began to smother my face with her feet. “Just a slave with panties in his mouth”, she exclaimed as she began to laugh, an evil mocking laugh that made my belly tighten and ass tremble as I heard the female taxi driver say, “The Lair ?”

“Of course”, Mistress responded and they both began to laugh as Mistress squeezed my face tight between her ankles as the female taxi driver sped down the city street.

My mind was racing as the smell of her feet and the latex filled me with a passion and submission that left me helpless to her power and command over me. It was impossible to even think of me being anywhere else right now but at the feet of my Mistress, panties shoved in my mouth, with the laughter of her and the cab driver ringing in my ears. I simply adored her too much.

 

[Adapt]

-Sighing softly to himself as his fingers curled around the glass, picking it from where it laid rest, his lips coursed a small smile as he brought the glass to his lips, the burning sensation of the nearly pure alcohol burned thru his senses, searing his lips with heightened sensation, finally a taste of the liquid as it sat burning upon his deep red tongue, savoring the nearly acidic liquid with parted lips, letting the sensation of wind deepen the torturing touch of the burning liquid that slowly slid southward down his throat, a fiery path of torment to some, was only a delightful dish to him, he sighed in contentment as he leaned back against the velvet plush of the comforting seat, his head tiling back oh so softly, looking up to the blackened ceiling thru his deep ray-bands, his fingers around the rim of the glass as he swirled it, thinking, wondering as the dull thump of the music played in the background, the bass sizzling bubbles in the pit of his stomach, and still he rested, the pink pills on the table vibrating and thumping to the course of the music and bass, he took in a deep breath of relaxation as his digits came to take one of the pills, curling it between two of his fingers and them placing it on his lips before letting it fall in the deep pit of his mouth, swallowing effortlessly while maintaining his gaze upon the ceiling….Soon a woman needing desire found him, if it wasn’t black then it was skin, wearing a tight, extremely tight top, showing the ample form of her perfectly large breasts, sending down to her slender waist, leading to her nicely shaped hips, her pants, interesting, they came down so low, a good portion of her hips even showing in these, he was impressed to say the least, black lips stick, black shadow, all her piercing were black, deep raven hair, quite exquisite…

“Yes?” he asked in a low and husky tone, his curiosity peaked by her nearly lethal curves…

“Care for some company?” she asked in an angelic voice, so sweet, not innocent at all thou, even better, he liked this one, looked and sounded like she was crazy, in the bedroom and anywhere else she would choose, he smiled softly and offered the seat in the booth, of course he didn’t move forcing her leg to step over his, where she could fell the distinct bulge thru his blackened slack like pants, the head caressing her inner thigh as she moved, once she had felt him her progression came slowly, and slowly, reaching her crotch then pressing slightly, before following down the other side-

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Cain Bishop

His feet are planted firmly on the floor, his leather pants around his ankles. Janet lies on her back on the small table, her knees spread wide, impaled on his cock like a butterfly on a pin. Her naked breasts where ethey emerge through the red leather teddy are sheened with perspiration, heaving as she gasps for breath.

"Fuck my slutty cunt with your hard dick, give it to me, please...PLEASE...PLEASE.... Fuck me Sir, PLEASE!!!" she gasps, her eyes burning into him.

The sound of these words from her seemingly innocent mouth makes his cock twitch with excitement, bringing another submissive moan from her. And Janet herself doesn't know what's come over her; she's never used language like this in her life, and the expressions on her face flicker between sexual desperation and abject shame at what she's doing. She can hear the sound of the club around her-- the throbbing music, the clatter of glassware and dishes and the occasional laugh piercing through the steady hum of conversation. No more than a thin wall separates the rest of the club from the scene of her obscene coupling, and the knowledge that anyone might step back here and witness her degradation makes her hotter still. She'd never dreamed that she could be such a slut.

Bishop closes his eyes in pleasure. Janet's a rookie, driven to come to The Lair by a hunger she feels but doesn't understand. She doesn't even know what she's looking for. But Bishop does. He's seen the type before: highly sexed but repressed, they come here and let it all out and learn things about themselves that they never dreamed before.

His big cock is in her so snug that when he pushes forward he forces a stream of her wetness out around his shaft to trickle down her smooth ass cheeks. He looks down and sees how she is stretched out, her pussy spread so wide that her stiff little clit is fully visible, kissing the top of his shaft as he begins to rock back and forth on top of her. Janet bites her lip and grabs on to the edge of the table to keep herself from being pushed along the top by the tight friction of his piece in her.

"You hot little cunt!" he says to her. "You love my big cock in your pussy, don't you, baby? You just love the way I'm fucking you. You're just a little whore, a little fuck-slave, aren't you baby? Aren't you?"

Janet closes her eyes tight against his thrilling words and the dhameful pleasure they cause her. "Yes! Yes!" she gasps, "I'm a whore! I love your cock! It just feels so fucking good!"

Bishop pulls his hips back and slams into her, knocking the breath from her body with his powerful lunge, making her big tits quiver on her chest. He grinds his pubic bone against her clit and then pulls out and lets her have it again.

Janet's feet quiver in her tight, red boots from the force of his thrust and she arches her back as a little orgasm ripples through her body. Bishop grabs her ankles and spreads her legs wide, holding them apart as he drives his cock into her, making the table bang against the wall.

The noise draws some attention, and two men and a woman step back to see what's going on. The men are in black with dark glasses, the woman is wearing a grey pin-striped business suit and very high heels. The crowd against the far wall and watch Janet getting fucked with mild interest, wisked smiles on their lips.

Bishop doesn't seem to notice, but Janet is mortified. Still she can't do anything, she's overwhelmed with the pleasure of Bishop's big cock pistoning in and out of her, and her body is beyond control. She can't even tell the people to leave; she can only lie there, gasping and groaning as the wet sluicing sound of his cock in her cunt fills the small space.

She can see herself in the black glass mirror across from her, see Bihop's powerful buttocks flexing as he sends his cock into her again and again, the muscles in his arms coiled like steel bands as he holds her ankles spread wide.

Janet is filled with embarrassment and sexual excitement, and the two feelings seem to merge into a ball of scalding heat as she realizes what a slut she really is. She loves this brutal fucking, she loves to feel his force and his hardness inside of her, the way he handles her so easily, the way his big balls slap gently against her upturned ass.

Bishop grabs her tits and pinches her nipples, slowly increasing the pressure until it begins to hurt, making her frantic. She squeals and her hands go unconsciously to her pussy where she can feel his big cock sliding in and out of her, and she begins to masturbate shamelessly.

"Fuck me! Hurt me! Do it! I love it! I love it!" she cries.

He pinches hartder and the pain shoots down her body like electric fire and ignites with the pleasure in her cunt. She's dimly aware of the woman licking her lips greedily as she watches Bishop assault her, and then she feels herself fall helplessly into a maelstrom of orgasm.

 

[English Lady]

I had never come so hard in my whole life before and this big hulk of a man was still hammering his giant cock in and out of me.

Being high on the effects of my orgasm I smile and wave to the people watching, giggling as i do so, then moaning louder as Cain doubles the power in his thrusts.

"Fill me! Oh god fill me" I cry,my wanton self taking over
"oh yes,fill my cunt,yes yes!"


So this is what it is like to be delirious with pleasure...

 

[Honey_B]

Melisande

The atmosphere in the taxi was charged with my slave's lust. The very air radiated with it. I was quite certain the cab driver was thoroughly enjoying herself as she drove. Her eyes darted frequently to the rearview mirror and her soft moans were clearly audible. I leaned forward and glanced down. The buxom driver had her hand between her full thighs. I smiled at her and leaned back against the seat.

"When we get to the Lair, luv, I am going to put you on display."

I notice the cab driver's dreamy smile in the mirror. Reaching down, I pulled the panties from Steve's mouth.

"Tell the driver how much you like being put on display, slut. Tell her what it does to you."

I jerked hard on the lead so that he was sitting upright once again. As I waited for him to answer, I idly played with the rings that pieced my slut's nips - twirling them, tugging on the shiny gold piercings until he gasped.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Cain Bishop

Janet comes and comes hard as Bishop continues to fuck into her, but no sooner has she recovered than she giggles and waves at the bystanders, who glance at one another nervously and quickly back out of the little alcove.

There are probably very few men who like it when a woman giggles as he's fucking her, and Cain Bishop is not one of them.

Nor does he like it when a woman starts clowning around while his cock is inside her. It insults his masculinity. It makes him feel small, and he doesn't like to feel small. The fact that this woman is a virtual rookie; hardly more than a teenager, doesn't help.

Abruptly, he stops. He pulls his cock out of her, hard and dripping. Too late she realizes she has made some sort of gaffe, though she doesn't know what, but clearly Bishop is angry. He is about 260 pounds and stands about six foot five, and he is angry, insulted in the worst way a man can be insulted. Whatever Janet found to giggle about, he takes it personally and assumes that she was giggling at him.

He takes her arm in his massive hand and pulls her from the table as if she were a paper doll. "Enjoying yourself?" he asks her with barely controlled rage.

Janet is confused. One minute he's fucking her and now he's angry. What had she done?

"Come on," he says, pulling her along with him. "I think maybe you'll like it better downstairs."

She has no choice as he pulls her after him back to the spiral staircase that leads downstairs, her feet hardly touching the floor.
They descend through several layers of curtain and emerge on a small landing with a heavy barred door in one wall. Bishop knocks and the shutter slides back and he's inspected, then the heavy bolt slides back and he's admitted.

They're standing in a large, very dark room lined with closed doors. There are sofas arranged for the sparse crowd, almost all of them in black. Men and women stand and talk, while their slaves and subs are often on hands and knees on the floor, following them around like pets. Bishop gives her no time to look around but dragsd her through another door and down a long hallway lines with jail cells, down another flight of stairs and into the sub-basement.

It is so dark here that Janet cannot see. All she can hear are muffled shreiks and screams, shuddery groans. Bishop opens a heavy wooden door, and pulls her into a dim chamber. Before Janet can see what's going on, she feels him snap manacles around her wrists, and suddenly her arms are being hauled above her head until her feet in the four inch feels can barely touch the floor.

"What... What are we doing here? Why are we..."

"Shut the fuck up." he says in a very soft voice.

He shoves something in her mouth: a ball gag, and fastens it around the back of her head.

She hears something hiss through the air and then burning pain shoots through her body. She realizes that he's whipped her.

 

[English Lady]

What did I do? What did i do? what did i do?

the question swims in my head as i feel the sharp stinging pain of a whip landing on my soft exposed skin

"oOOWWWWWWW" i scream out

"Why?" I ask...not being able to formulate any other words.

I thought it was going well, i duunno how i upset him. maybe i was just not a good enough fuck? I am pretty inexperienced and that cock is bigger than anything i've ever taken before, maybe i wasn't fucking right. maybe i hurt his cock

I could hear cain pacing and i tensed waiting for the next swish of the whip

"i'm...sorry....was,was i not good enough?" I sob. I am scared,angry and ashamed yet still strangely horny "I didn't hurt you did I? i've nevver had a cock like yours be..f..ff...ore"