Thursday, August 28, 2014

The hunger...

Here is a story I wrote for my slave yesterday. she though all of you might enjoy. Please comment if you do...


Master was feeling the hunger upon Him. He came home and His piggie was waiting for Him as she always was. On her knees, eyes down and mouthcunt open. His mind had been a maelstrom of hunger and fierce passion all day. He needed to use her and hurt her. The Beast was awake, and couldn't be denied when it was like this. He walked quickly to her, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her to the training room. she had no time to catch herself, so she was drug by her ponytail all the way down the hallway. she knew it would be a night of tears and screams by His actions. she knew she would give Him all that He needed. she was His, and she lived for these nights. she suffered at His hand, but she suffered beautifully. These were the nights when she was most valuable to Him. He couldn't get this from anyone else. No other could take His furious passions and hungers.

He quickly and silently strapped her to the cross. her face towards the wooden beams. she knew He would be grabbing the heavy flogger first. He loved it and it always got them both warmed up. The first blow landed hard and heavy, There would be no warm up. He was barely controlled fury as He flogged her all over. Starting with that grand ass, but not ignoring her back either. she moaned and gasped at the heavy blows handing on her body. her flesh began to glow from the hard blows. He came up behind her and pulled her head back by her hair. He whispered into her ear. "I will devour you tonight slave. Body and soul."  e reached around and viciously squeezed her sensitive nipple between His strong fingers as He groound His steel hard cock between those round ass cheeks.

He lay down the flogger and picked up the cane. she knew things would get much worse for her now, but it would allow Him the release He needed. she would take His pain. she would always suffer for Him in any way He needed. He gave her so much, it was an honor to take His pain in return. The first blow was breath taking. It felt like a line of fire across her ass as He struck her. she knew there would be  awelt nd naybe blood there. Another landed quickly as He got into a rhythm. her flesh was tortured and marked. His cane opened wounds on her. she could feel the blood flowing, and she knew this would only arouse the Beast more. He gave her a caning unlike any she had ever had before. Soon she found herself floating. The blows registering, but no longer hurting. she was in the place where she could take all Master had to give her, and all He needed to take from her.

Soon He slowed as He saw the effects of His cane. She was a bloody mess, as was He. her blood was splashed on His face and clothing. The cane was a crimson red. He stopped and took a deep breath. The monster was sated for now. she hung from her bindings. A glassy look in her eyes as Master freed her. she wrapped her arms around Him as He took her down from the cross. He brushed her hair from her sweaty face and kissed her deeply. she responded slowly at first, but then passionately as she regained herself. Her arms were around His neck in a loving and needy embrace.

He took her to the shower and gently washed her wounds. As He stood behind her, washing her back, she pushed back against His hard cock. she looked over her shoulder and asked Master to take her. To use His asshole to get His release. He soaped up His cock and her tight shithole, then grabbed her hips and slid into that tight backdoor. They moved together quickly. Both frantic in their need. He pulled her by the hair as she pushed back against Him as hard as she could. He could feel His orgasm building, and as He was about to cum. her body starting shaking as her own orgasm hit. It sent Him over the edge, and He buried Himself up that tight. hot fuckhole, and filled her bowels with His seed. They both shook with the fury of their combine orgasms until the tremors subsided.

As He pulled out, He spun her around. she immediately began washing His cock, then sucked the last drops of cum from His shaft. she stood once again in front of him, and looking Him in the eye said. "I will be punished for cumming without permission." It wasn't a question. she was just stating a fact. she was right. she would be, but not tonight He though as He smiled down at her. He turned off the water. Dried her off before she did the same for Him, then they walked to the bedroom to get dressed. she still had to make her Master's dinner after all. A slave's duty never ended...

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Watching her...

He had been watching her for a long time. He knew she had turned 18 just a few weeks ago. He also knew that she was the biggest slut in her high school class. She had been a little cock sucker for the last couple years, and he had been biding his time until now. He couldn't wait any longer, and he wouldn't wait any longer. Today was the day he would take her.

She walked to her door completely unaware of what was about to happen. She didn'r hear him coming up behind her as she unlocked the door, but he timed it perfectly. As soon as she opened the door, he shoved her inside with his hand over her mouth. She was about to scream when she saw his knife in front of her eyes. He held it to her throat and told her if she screamed, it would be the last sound she ever made. She nodded her head in understanding. Knowing he wouldn't hesitate to silence her if necessary.

He held her by the throat, and ripped open her blouse. She had such fat young tits. They were heavy, but still had that youthful firmness that help them up. He drug his blade along the tender flesh of those fat globes. Making her gasp as she felt the sharp edge against her flesh. He put the blade to her throat as she felt his hardness press into the crack of her ass. He told her if she was a good little girl, she would get out of this in one piece.

He stripped her completely and through her to her knees. He told her she bettter suck his cock good, or she would suffer badly. Tears were in her eyes as she took him into her mouth. She started sucking him good with all her skills. He knew what a good cock sucker she was, and he told her so, and that she better give her all. he held his blade before her eyes so she would know what was her fate if she wasn't a good girl.

She suxked him good and made him very hard. He grabbed her by the hair and through her down on the carpet. Her face to the floor as he rubbed his cock along her tender folds. The naughty little cunt was wet. He knew she was just just a cunt that really needed to be used like a piece of fuckmeat. She was a filthy little bitch, and no amount of pleading would prove any different. He buried his fat cock into her wet cunt in one quick thrust. Making her gasp and cry out at the violence of it. He grabbed her by the hips and plowed into her hard and ruthless. She sobbed and cried out, but he cared not a bit for her pain. He was there to get his pleasure, and he didn't care how she felt.

After he get good and hard, and his cock was well slicked by her tight cunt, he pulled out and shoved himself into her tight asshole. She screamed at the sudden invasion of her tender back door. She wasn't expecting it, and the pain was sudden and intense. He told her she better be quiet and take it like the whore she was, or he would hurt her bad. She bit her knuckles in an atttempt to stay quiet. She hoped he would finish quickly and leave her alone, but she wasn't sure she would even make it out of this alive.

He grunted with each thrust into her ruined asshole. She was split wide open by his pounding cock, and she laid there taking it. The pain was intense, and she knew he didn't care about how much pain he was inflicting.

He became quite frantic, and she hoped that meant he was about to finish. He suddenly grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her up and shoved his hard cock into her mouth. She could taste her ass on his cock, but before she could think about it, he shot his load into her mouth. Filling it with his hot seed. She swallowed it in fear. Knowing if she spit it out, he would take that badly.

Once he was finished, he looked down at her, his hand wrapped in her hair and yanked her to her feet. Looking into her eyes, a grin suddenly split his hard features. She smiled back at him, and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight.

"Thank you Daddy.", she said as she hugged him and gave him a big kiss.

He smiled down at her and had to admit to himself. His step daughter had become quite the kinky little bitch...

Friday, March 15, 2013

Reality TV

See the post on my other blog to check out an opportunity to share our true lifestyle with the rest of the world.


Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Pussy whipped..

It's been way too long since I posted anything here. So here is a quick one from My twisted mind...


She was bound to the St Andrews cross. Waiting for him to begin. She was his to use as he wanted. She had given up her safeword, and he was the final arbiter of what she would experience. He approached her swinging the heavy flogger, and she knew that he would not be gentle.

The first lash landed across her tits. She moaned in pain and pleasure. Loving the impact of his whip on her flesh. He whipped her tits until she was the proper shade of red he wanted before he moved lower.
She found herself bound spread eagle on the St Andrews cross. Her legs were tied wide open, She could do nothing to shield herself, and that is how she wanted it. She wanted nothing more than to be helpless
She was tied there, awaiting his use. He approached her with the flogger in his hand. The heavy one that made such an impact on her in so many ways. She felt it physically and mentally. He walked up swinging it through the air. Showing it to her so she could see what she would soon be bnefore her Master. She had given up all control to him. No safeword anymore. She was his to use however he desired.
e moved lower. Her legs were spread, inviting him to delve deeper into her moist center. The whip landed at her most tender spot. She gasped at the first lash that landed on her tender cunt. He was going to whip that fuck hole until he was pleased that she had enough...Lash after lash landed on her molten center. Instead of pain, she felt the most intense arousal. She wanted more and more of his pain. He whipped her cunt hard. Each blow making her gasp, but she pushed her hips out to meet each one. Needing his pain. He knew she was on the verge of orgasm, and he laiid into her with the flogger. Lash after lash, her breathing became quicker and quicker, until with one final lash, she screamed and came with such intensity that her body shook in violent spasms.
Her juices gushed down her thighs as she came. He reached up and pinched her nipples between his fingers. Giving her the pain that he enjoyed so much.


I hope this was a nice little taste to hold you over until next week when I am on vacation and have time to write another story...


Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Fed upon...

She was bound spread eagle as an offering to Him. The Dark Lord came once a month to feed, and it was her turn to have the honor. She waited naked and trembling in the chosen spot in the castle. The large double doors stood open to the cool moonlit night.

It seemed like she waited forever, and just when she thought he might not arrive, she saw a shifting of the darkness and he stepped into the room. He was tall and lithe, his head shaven clean, and his eyes burned as if lit from within.

He admired his offering this time. She was heavy breasted and full across the hips. Her ass was ample and round. She would be quite the delicious meal. Before he fed though, he would have to spice up his meal. He would whip her and get the sweet adreniline pumping into her blood stream. It was like adding spices to a bland meal.

His tools of torment were laid out for him as they were every time he came to feed. His well worn, but sturdy flogger, and the crown jewel of his arsenal, the single tail.

He picked up the flogger to get the blood flowing through her body and get her heart pumping to stir up the sanguine elixir. He began working her back and round ass, tehn up and down her legs and around to her full breasts. He was masterful with the flogger as her flesh turned an even crimson. She was breathing heavily and he could smell her sex. She was extremely aroused by his use, and he new she was going to be a special treat.

Laying down the flogger, he retrieved the single tail. The first lash lay her flesh open in a thin red line that seeped her ruby blood. He licked his lips in anticipation at tasting her life's fluid. He worked her back and ass only with the thin whip. Leaving her flesh crossed with bloody welts.

He could take it no longer, and he traced a long finger along one of the bleeding welts and brought it to his mouth. He licked the crimson blood from his finger and smiled. Grabbing her by the hair, he bent her head back and sank his fangs into the side of her neck.

The warm liquid burst from the vein in her neck, and began to flow down his throat. He hungrily sucked at her flesh, drinking deeply from her. His hand was on her chest, feeling her heart pounding as he took his fill from her. As he fed he could feel her heartbeat begin to slow as he drained her. When it got down to a slow rate he stopped feeding. It wouldn't do to drain her completely. He wanted to have her again. This one was special.

As he stood there next to her he reached down between her legs and found her to be sopping wet. He dipped a couple fingers in her hungry hole and scooped up her sweet juices. He licked them from his fingers. A sweet dessert.

He was going to instruct his servants to make sure this one was ready for him each time is was time for him to feed. She would be his meal from here on. She had a flavor that set his soul aflame...


Wednesday, May 23, 2012

How far...

She had asked him on many occasions how far he wanted to go. What were the depths of his sadism. He had asked her many times if she was sure she wanted to really know. She had assured him that she was ready, ready to take what he had to give, and to give him what he needed. A vessel for his pain. She would be filled tonight, and he would be emptied of the stored up hunger. At least for awhile.

She was waiting for him, kneeling in her place. The place he sent her for her quiet time when he wanted her to think on her submission to him. To focus her mind on her service to her Master. She knelt there with her arms behind her back, eyes down and breasts thrust forward for his pleasure.

He approached her with his leash in his hand. He clipped it on His collar of ownership. It was a heavy leather collar that she wore when the session was giong to be especially intense. Tonight he promised her was going to be unlike anything she had ever experienced or imagined. She was going to be pushed harder than she had ever been pushed. They were both going to find out what she could take, and how far she was willing to go to please her Master. This was going to be a test for both of them. He clipped the leash to the collar.

"Come with me slave.", he told her as he lead her from her spot. She knew where they were going. To the room. He had built a dungeon of sorts. A place they could train that he had soundproofed so her screams and moans couldn't be heard. They entered the room, and she saw that all of his implements had been prepared for the evening. She had experienced all of them at one time or another, but it looked like she would get them all tonight.

"Are you sure about this slave? This is your last chance to step back. I won't be upset with you, or hold it against you if you aren't ready.", he said as he looked into her eyes, into her very soul in fact.

"I'm ready Master. I want to give this to you. I want to take your pain Sir.", she answered with a steady gaze.

He gave her a smile, "That's my good girl, slave. You make Master very proud." He lead her over to the two chains that hung from the ceiling, and attached a wrist to each one.

"You will scream My love. There will be delicious pain, and it will feed me. You know what to say if it becomes too much.", he reminded her.

He began by spanking her ass and the backs of her thighs. Starting lightly and gradually increasing the strength of the swats. Soon she was moaning and her ass and thighs were a bright red. Now that she was warmed up to his satisfaction, he retrieved the heavy flogger. One of his favorite implements of torment. He started in on her ass and thighs as before, but theis time he moved up her back and down her legs. Whipping her all over. He moved around in front of her and began flogging her heavy breasts as well. He aimed for the tender nipples, so sensitive they were. She gasped as each lash landed, but each gasp was followed with a moan. Her breasts jiggled from the impact of each blow. They were soon as red as her ass so he moved on to her stomach. He flogged her over most of her body to give her an allover glow.

She was breathing heavily and sweating with the sensations she was feeling. He was sweating from his exertions as well. This was no gentle flogging. He was letting out the sadist in him. She wanted to see what he needed, and he wasn't going to disappoint her or cheat himself.

He took a moment to get a drink of water, and give her one as well, before he picked up his absolute favorite method of giving pain. The well worn, but still strong cane. He held it up by her mouth, and without hesitation she kissed it.

"This is going to be the hardest caning I have ever given you, slave. You will bleed for Master. Are you ready slave?", he asked her while looking into her eyes to read how she was.

"Yes Master.", she said simply. Biting her lip a little in nervousness as she was wont to do.

Stepping back behind her he landed the first lash. It wasn't a gentle warm up strike. This felt like it left a line of fire across her tender ass. The welt rising almost immediately. She yelped at the pain, and began to move in her bonds.

"Be still slave.", He warned her, and she stopped and stood still.

The next strike was the same, but on the other cheek. He landed each one, stopping to let the pain sink in so she could savor each burning lash. He landed a few more on each cheek, her ass becoming a cross hatch of welts and red lines. The next strike landed on the back of her thigh. This time she cried out in pain and surprise. She lifted that leg up in an effort to get it away from the pain.

"Feet flat on the floor, or I will cane then too.", he told her sternly. She immediately placed her foot back on the floor. That was a pain she didn't know if she could handle. Her feet were very tender.

The next blow was to the back of her other thigh. Once again she cried out, but kept her foot on the floor. He landed more blows. Working up and down the backs of her thighs and all over her tender, red ass. Some of the welts seeped blood, but she didn't notice. He did and his mouth watered at the sight. He wanted to taste her pain.

He stopped the caning and stepped forward to trace his tongue along one of the seepeing welts. Her coppery taste was heavenly, and she moaned at the soothing feel of his tongue on her wound.

He once again stepped in front of her, and with the cane, tapped lightly on her swollen, aroused nipples. He didn't strike then hard, but he didn't need to, to cause delicious pain. Her nipples were always sensitive, but in their aroused state, they were doubly so. She yelped and cried out as each blow landed on the tender nubs. He landed a few hard blows tothe fron of each thigh to mark them as nicely as the backs. He looked into her eyes then walked off without a word. She didn't know what was to come, but she was drenched in sweat from what had gone before.

He came back with a bag full of clothees pins and began to place then all over her body. He started on the insides of her thighs. Making a line of them from her knees to her crotch. He then placed as many as would fit on the outer lips of her now very wet cunt. He gave her swollen clit a quick rub with his thumb, eliciting a groan from her. Smiling, he went back to applying the pins.

He made two rows up her soft belly. One on each side of her navel, all the way up to her luscious tits. He applied several in circles around her nipple. Staring from the aereola and working his way out. Once he finished with that part, he placed one on each nipple. She arched her back in pain at that, and hissed in a breath. He felt his cock twitch at that display of pain.

He finished by making two lines from her chest up the backs of each arm. She was breathing a bit heavier, trying to process the pain coursing through her body. Focused most intently on her tortured nipples. The ones on her cunt hurt pretty bad too, but the feelings of arousal there tempered it a little bit.

He walked around her, admiring the display. Giving her reddened ass a swat with his hand here and there. Each swat made the clamps wiggle, which in turn made her hiss is pain. He would occasionally flick a clamp causing a flare of pain. He did this for a few minutes, delighting in her discomfort and gasps and moans of pain.

"Time to remove them now." , he told her. She was relieved until she saw him pick up the flogger once again. Her eyes widened, and he said," You didn't think I was just going to take each one off, did you? I will flog them off.", he told her with a wicked grin.

He started at the bottom and began whipping them off. She screamed as each one was knocked off of her skin. The pain just travelled up her legs as the clamps were knocked off. She began to shake in fear as he got close to her cunt. This was going to be far worse, she was sure. He stopped and simply removed the ones placed there with his hands. He didn't want to risk tearing something tender there by trying to knock then off. She relaxed a bit after that.

He looked into her eyes and said,"I won't be so kind with the ones on your nipples though."

A shiver went through her body at his words.

He continued whipping off the clamps lined up her belly. She was crying now from both the pain and the anticipation of the clamps being whipped off her tender nipples. As he got closer to her chest he went slower and more deliberately.

Once all the clamps were gone on her lower body, he stepped back and looked at her. Drinking in her fear and pain through her eyes. With a quick, heavy blow, he knocked all the clamps from one breast at once. A high, keening wail excaped her lips as she screamed out the pain. He stood there watching her as she settled down. Giving her the chance to realize there was one more side to go. She looked at him with her makeup streaming down her cheeks. She opened her mouth to speak.

"Mast...", with a quick strike, he whipped them off of the other tit. She screamed again. He stepped up to her and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to his chest. He rubbed the torured flesh of her chest and told her what a good slave she was. He held her a she removed the rest of the clamps with his hands. Little gasps came from her lips as each one was removed. Her skin was bruised here and there from where the clamps were placed and knocked off with the flogger. Her breasts were definitely going to be quite colorful in the next few days.

He kissed her on the lips, tasting her tears.

"Are you ok, slave?", he asked her as he turned her head up to face him.

"Yes Master. I'm better now. I didn't expect that.", she said with a wan smile. She was a mess of tears and smeared makeup, but she never looked more beautiful to him.

"We aren't done girl. Are you ready to proceed?", he inquired of her.

"Yes Master.", she said with a nod.

He walked over to the table and opened a box that sat there. From the box he removed several piercing needles. He had mentioned play piercing in the past, but she had told him she wasn't sure she could do it.

"Are you still ready?", he asked her again once she saw the needles.

She swallowed and said,"Yes Master, I am ready."

A big smile crossed his face as he began to lay them out. She wasn't sure how many he had, but there were a lot.

He started at her back. Slowly pushing the first one through the tender flesh. She felt a bit of a pinch as she was pierced, but it wasn't nearly as bad as she had expected. He inserted another below the first, mking a row down one side of her back. He then started on the other side and made another matching row. Once he was done, he retrieved a long black ribbon and began lacing it back and forth around the needles. She had said in the past that she thought a corset piercing looked beautiful, and now he gave her one, albeit a temporary one, for now. He took out a camera and took a quick photo of it so she could see it later.

He then walked around in front of her and pinched a bit of skin above her nipple and pushed a needle through the flesh. She gasped as it was more tender on her chest. He placed another above the first as he started a line up her breast. She could now see a little blood trickling from the needles and it made it more real. The ones in her back were hardly noticed because she couldn't see them. These were more "real" since she could see them. She felt herself really begin to float. She had been on the fringe of subspace from the flogging, caning and the clamps, but this was like a blast off into space. She felt like she was watching it happening to someone else as she watched fascinated. the pain was gone, just pressure was felt as each needle pierced her flesh.

Once all the needles were placed, he once again grapped a black ribbon and laced up a corset tie across her chest. He puuled out the camera again, but she tried to turn away.

"Master, my face is a mess. Please don't take my picture.", she begged.

"Slave, you do not turn away from Master, ever. Besides, I have never seen you look more beautiful.", he told her. She looked back at him as told, and he snapped the picture. He turned the viewscreen of the camera so she could see it. While her makeup was streaked down her face, she had to admit that she had never looked more lovely. She had a glow about her face, and her eyes were sparkling as if lit from behind by a raging fire.

He admired the look of the piercings. They looked amazing. She smiled and agreed after he showed her what her back looked like.

"You will get a permanent corset piercing on your back, slave. ilove how it looks.", he said simply. not a question, but a statement of fact.

"Yes Master, I will.", she responded with no doubt in her mind that it was what was right.

He started removing the ribbons then the needles from her back. Once he was done, she could feel his tongue as he licked away what must have been blood dripping from the tiny wounds. He then came around in front of her and did the same. She watched him as he ran his tongue up the row of blood trickles, and then he kissed her deeply. She could taste the coppery flavor of her own blood on his tongue, and it was electrifying. She felt a fresh bloom of passion in her loins and she realized that the insides of both her thighs were drenched in her fluids. Her cunt had been flowing freely as he had given her his pain.

She began to squirm around, moving her hips as her arousal climbed as they kissed. He pulled back and looking down at her body, he asked her," Does Master's little pain slut need to be fucked?"

"Yes please Master. Please fuck your cunt.", she begged desperately as her hips moved towards him. Seemingly without her realizing it.

With a smile, he reached down and pushed htree fingers into her hungry cunt. She was soaked. Wetter than he had ever felt her before. He pinched one of her nipples hard as he started fucking her hard and fast with his fingers. He added a fourth finger and she spread her legs wider to take him in. He smiled and stopped, tucking his thumb into his palm he began to slowly push his fist inside her needy fuck hole.

"Yes Master.", she gasped as his hand slid up inside her until it was buried wrist deep. She had wanted to try this, but the opportunity had never arisen. He began to fuck her with his fist. slowly at first to let her get used to it, then faster and faster. Her hips were bucking as she humped his fist, wanting it more and harder.

She was moaning loudly and crying now.

"Please Master. May I cum?", she begged.

"I don't think you really need it that bad. How does a slave ask for something she really needs?", he prompted her.

"Please Master. This dirty whore wishes to cum for Master's pleasure.", she said. Her training kicking in, even through the fog of lust.

"Cum slave. Fuck Master's fist and cum like the little slut you are.", he ordered her.

With his words, she shrieked and her cunt clenched around his fist as she gushed down over his hand. Her juices running down his arm and splashing on the floor. She bucked and jerked as he pounded his fist inside her, wringing every last orgasm from her until she hung by her arms from the ropes. Breathing heavily, her head hanging down on her heaving chest.

"What a horny little fuck slut I own. You were so needy from My pain that you needed to have your cunt stretched and pounded. Good slave whore.", he said with a big smile.

"Use me Master.", she said simply as she looked up at him from beneath her sweat matted hair. "Take your pleasure in your slave's body."

Untying her hands, he put her on the floor with her ass up. He grabbed the double cuffs he had made and cuffed her wrists to her ankles so her legs were spread wide and she was helpless to him. He lubed up a large anal plug and slowly pushed it into her tight asshole. She groaned as it went in. Usually it was more difficult, but she was relaxed from all the orgasms.

He knelt behind her a pulled out his engorged cock and slammed it nto her sopping cunt in one hard stroke. She was so wet his hips slammed into the back of her thighs, such was the force of his penetration. He ravished her cunt. Pounding it and hurting it with his cock. He used her as nothing more than the vessel of his lust. A body to be used hard with no concern to her pleasure. Simply for his.

She grunted with the force of each trust. His cock was pounding against her cervix and it hurt, but she didn't care, she wanted to give him what he needed, and right now that was to taking his bruising cock. his fingers were dug deply and paifully into her full hips. His nails digging into the flesh as he pulled her hard back onto his cock. He had never felt so steel hard before and he wanted nothing more than to hurt her with his cock. To pound her into submission with it.

He could feel his seed beginning to build in his balls. He pulled out and walked in front of her, grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up. He pushed his cock roughly into her mouth, bruising her lips as he did so. He fucked her mouth with the same violence that he has fucked her cunt. She gagged and drooled as her throat was used like a cunt. Her hair two handles for his control of her head.

She could feel his cock grow even bigger, and she knew he was close to cumming. Pulling out, he said.

"Open up bitch. Stick out that tongue and don't you lose a drop or you will lick it up.", he growled. With a groan, his cock spasmed and the first thick jet of cum shot out and splashed down the length of her tongue into her mouth. Jet after jet of his hot seed pumped out into her mouth. He felt like he'd never stop cumming, such was his arousal. Finally the spasms negan to subside and the last few squirts dribbled onto the tile floor.

"Now look what you did, slave. My cum whore better clean that up.", he told her. He pulled her up to look at him closely. Her mouth still full of his thick seed. She hadn't been given permission to swallow yet. She had a dreamy, disconnected look in her eyes. She was flying really high this time. He nodded his head and she swallowed his cum. Licking her lips and smiling at her gift.

"You aren't done yet slut.", as he pointed to the floor. She smiled and bent to lick up his spilled seed on the floor. She moaned in pleasure as if it were the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. Unconcerned that she was licking it from the floor. Her submission so deep that his order was to be simply followed, no question.

"Good little cum slut.", he told her with a smile. He reached down and began to undo the cuffs that bound her. Her body was a bruised and bloody mess. Her face streaked with tears and makeup, and her lips bruised and swollen from his pounding cock.

He picked her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck as she nuzzled into his chest. He carried her to the tub, placed her inside and ran a nice hot bath to soothe her soreness. She would feel it for a few days he thought as he washed her body and hair. She had passed is expectations, and he knew this would not be the last time she would feed the Sadist...


Sunday, February 12, 2012

Feeding Part II

She lay there thinking about their last time together. Master had fed on her. It was the first time he had ever done that, and she couldn't get it out if her mind. She wanted to feed him again, but was afraid to say it, to admit her dark needs. She came up with an idea to let him know without having to say the words.

When he got home from works that night she was dressed as she was required in her collar, corset, stockings and heels only. This time though his blade was tucked into her garter belt when he found her kneeling inside the entryway as he walked in. He strode to her, stroking her hair and taking the end of the leash that was draped over her shoulder. He lead her into the living room and sat in his chair as she started removing his shoes for him.

As she turned to place his shoes in their proper place he finally saw the blade in her belt.

"What is this little one? Does Master's whore want to be fed on?", He asked with a smile on his lips.

She just knelt there looking at the floor, too embarrassed to answer.

"Well, tell me what you intend Master's blade for?", he asked again.

"I wish Master to feed on my flesh again.", she said in barely more than a whisper.

Reaching down, he retreived the sharp knife and stroked his thumb across the keen edge. He lifted up her chin to look at him. He put the blade in front of her mouth, and without thought, she kissed the glinting blade.

He stood her up and laid her back on the coffee table. It was a sturdy ine that had concealed loops to restrin his slave to. He tied her at all four points to the table. Insuring she could not move and spoil his fun. He knew of course that she would never move, but this was part of the fun for him.

He begin tracing her jaw line with the sharp blade, dragging it along her tender flesh. She was shaking. Whether from fear or excitement he wasn't sure. Either way he was going to give her a night she never forgot. He traced the edge of the blade down between her full, heavy breasts, causing her breath to catch in her throat as she felt the sharp edge graze over her taut, erect nipples.

The point of the blade was pushed into the tip of each sensitive nipple and turned. The exquisite pain causing her to arch her back and gasp in pleasure. He continued down her body, dragging the edge of the blade across sensitive areas. The pont of her hips, down her ribs, the tender area where her leg met her crotch.

Moving down between her legs, he began to trace small circles and lines across the smooth flesh above her cunt. She was gasping and moaning as the sharp tip make red marks all over her.

"Are you ready my slut? Master is hungry and wants to feed.", he asked her.

She simply nodded her head. Not trusting her voice.

He began to slowly scratch words into her flesh. She bit her lip as the pain shot through her body. It was a sharp pain that moved through her body. The letters weren't deep, but the meaning was. She moaned and moved as kittke as she could. Her mind was flying with the intensity of the moment. She knew not what her Master was marking her with, but she knew it would mean everything to her.

The pain stopped as quickly as it started. She could then feel her Master tongue licking at the wounds on her tortured flesh. Lapping up her blood. He then began sucking at the marks on her tender skin. A wave of pleasure rolled through her body. The feeling of him sucking at her, nursing on her blood was the most erotic thing she had ever felt. In fact before she even realized what was happening, an immense orgasm ripped through her. Causing her body to arch up and all the muscles in her body to lock as she screamed and gushed akk over the table. She was left panting from the exertion of such an amazing orgasm.

"I don't believe I gave you permission to cum, whore. That will cost you dearly. This pain won't be the fun kind.", he told her with a wicked grin.

Looking down she saw "Master's cunt" scratched into her flesh. It wasn't deep but she could tell there would be a slight scar that would be easily read. A rush of pride and happiness surged through her when she saw it. A smile spreading across her lips.

"Don't smile yet, slut. You haven't had your punishment yet.", her Master said as he began pulling his belt from his waist.

He never took it easy on her when he used his belt, but this time she welcomed it. She now bore his permanent mark, temporary ones from his belt no longer scared her. She was to be his forever now. The blows from the belt started landing heavily across her breasts, stomach and thighs, but to her they felt like her lover's carresses...