Sunday, November 27, 2011

His plaything...

She slept on a mattress placed on the floor by her Master's bed. She was allowed on the bed when she was being used, but when she wasn't, she slept on her mattress with the chain attached to her collar. She wasn't allowed to go anywhere without his permission. To an outsider her life would seem harsh, but to her it was exactly what she had always needed, even before she knew it.

Master had collared her about six months ago, and she had lived there ever since. Her previous life seemed like a dream. It didn't seem real to her any longer. Every day was the fulfillment of every fantasy she had over the last few years. Ever since she discovered sexual slavery by chance while doing research on an article for her college history class. Once she started reading about it, it was like a whole world opened before her. She researched it voraciously, sometimes staying up all night reading article after article on the subject. Once she knew what it was, she knew that is what she had always yearned for. The control of a man, to serve him in any way he desired. To give him everything he wanted no matter what.

I took her awhile to find him, or did he find her. She sometimes thought that it was she who was found by him. After the initial talking and finding out what he wanted, she knew he was the one. A little older, but she knew his experience was going to teach her to be the best slave she could be. She would give every fiber of her being to make him proud.

Now as she awakened to the sun shining through the window, warming her naked body, she stretched her sore muscles. She had been used pretty good last night. Her ass and back bore the stripes and welts from his whip. There was still cried cum in her hair and on her cheeks from being marked with his seed.

He came in and, as she was trained, she assumed the kneeling position. Eyes down, hands on thighs awaiting his orders.

"On your feet slave. It is time for your bath. Take care of your daily grooming. You have 30 minutes.", he told her as he unlocked the chain with the key at his belt.

"Yes Master. As you desire.", she responded keeping her eyes down.

She went into the bathroom and quickly ran a hot bath, scrubbing her skin clean and shaving her legs and cunt. He required her to be smooth so there was nothing in the way of his ministrations. Some of them would be troublesome if she had pubic hair.

Once she was properly groomed and dried, she returned to the room and kneeled down at his feet as her sat at his desk. She silently waited there for whatever he required of her. He finished some paper work having to do with his business. She wasn't quite sure what he did, but she knew it nade it possible for him to keep her as his slave with no responsibilities on her part other than to serve him. She wanted for nothing material, but she needed very little. She was well fed and clothed, when she was allowed to be dressed. They often went out for wonderful meals where he would order for her. He made all decisions for them both.

Today was going to be a trying day for her. He had told her last night, that it was strictly a warm-up. She could tell by the glint in his eye that he was feeling sadistic, and that there would be pain and humiliation for her.

Once he finished his work, he stood and beckoned her to follow.

"Come slave. It is time.", he said with a quiet tone. A tone that she knew now meant he was going to give her pain. She crawled along behind him. Her head down as she moved along the hallway trailing him to that room. The room where all her worst nightmares and wildest dreams took place. They were one and the same though now.

They entered the room and there was the St Andrews cross, the whipping horse and his table where he would bind her for his tortures. The walls were adorned with all manner of implements. Floggers of all sizes, acnes of many types and materials. Rope and chains, shackles and cuffs. Every conceivable piece of equipment a sadist could want or need. On a table against the wall was the most frightening thing of all. The box. Contained within were his most diabolical tools of his trade. In that simple looking box were the things nightmares were made of. That box would be opened today.

He helped her to her feeet and kissed her tenderly on the lips, his tongue dancing with hers. He fed on her taste as he would soon feed on her pain and fear. She knew it would be particularly bad today by the way he kissed her. He was always this tender before he really hurt her.

She was bound to the cross at hand and foot. Now immobile and helpless against anything he wished to do to her.

"You will scream little one. Do not be ashamed of it. It is what I desire.", he told her with a calm to his voice that sent a shiver down her spine.

He went to the box and opened it. He began to remove objects from within. There were piercing needles, a thin sharp knife and some heavy thread. There was also a small torch and some various shaped pieces of metal. These last items brought an icy fist to close around her throat. They were his branding irons. He had spoken to her about being branded, had told her that one day he would give her his mark. Although it was only temporary on her flesh, it would be forever seared into her mind.

He laid them out carefully with the torch to heat them. It would be the final act in todays drama, but there would be many other delicious horrors before then.

"Time to warm you up a little my delicious slut. You will have to go deep to endure my pleasures today. Let your mind go and I will take you on a wonderful journey.", he smiled at her as he moved her hair from her face. He kissed her gently on the lips, then gazed deeply into her eyes. She saw a hardness there and knew the beast was awake within him. She was frightened, but she knew he would never harm her, never give her more than she could take. He had trained her well these last six months to get to this point.

He began with his heavy flogger. He started on her thighs and breasts. Whipping it across her tender flesh. Her stomach was not immune to the lash either. The impacts were thudding and the tails bit into her flesh as well. She could feel welts starting to appear on her skin and welcomed his pain. She took it into herself and gave it back to him in her writhing and moaning. Showing him that she needed his touch in whatever form he chose to give her.

He landed several hard blows to her tits, seeming to directly strike her sensitive swollen nipples on each stroke. Her nipples swelled to painful hardness from the painful stimulation. Pain always made her nipples hard, embarrassingly so. He knew this and always targeted them whenever he whipped her. Her thighs next bore the brunt of his attentions. The muscles jiggled with each impact, the tender inside glowing red after several hard lashes. Tears began to trace down her cheeks. The first of many to come.

Now that she was warmed up, it was time for the cane. He pulled out his well worn, but still quite sturdy rattan cane. It was thin and left vicious welts. She had felt it's bite many times in the previous months, and was very familiar with it's kiss. He began on the underside of her full tits. The skin tender there. Each blow felt like fire being traced along her flesh. He was slow and methodical. Controlled with a deadly calm. He never rushed. He savored each blow and watched her body for every reaction, every moan and whimper. Her drank deeply from the river of her pain.

Her ran the point of the cane across the top of her breasts, poking hard into the tips of her oh so erect nipples. Causing her to gasp at the pain. A small smile teasing at the corner of his mouth. He began to lightly tap the hard little bits of flesh. Gently at first then harder and harder. Not having to strike too hard though. They were so sensitive, just a firm strike felt agonizing to her. But although it was painful, her nipples became even more erect.

There was a reason for this particular ploy as always. He grabbed first one nipple then the other and placed the clover clamps on them. The teeth biting cruelly into the tender flesh. She knew this was just the start of the torment of her nipples. The mere fact that they were so sensitive always made them the target of his torture. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of small weights. He began hanging them from the connecting chain of the clamps. With each added weight, they bite ever more cruelly into her. Tears sprang anew from her eyes, her makeup leaving dark streaks down her face. He loved to make her a lovely mess when he tormented her.

Once all the weights were hung, he moved onto the insides of her thighs once again. The flesh was so vulnerable and tender, that there were soon thin pink welts criss crossing the skin. He reached up to stroke her cunt, finding it drooling like a wanton whore's. His pain made her incredible wet and she could never deny her reactions. She was a pain slut through and through. He smiled up at her and jammed three fingers inside her molten center, fucking her quickly with his strong fingers. She began to buck her hips and groan.

"Don't you cum, slave. It isn't time yet.", he ordered her, but did not slow his ravaging of her pussy with his hand. He pounded his fingers into her, making her squirm and jerk in her restraints. She cried out in frustration as she couldn't cum without his permission, no matter what pleasures she was receiving. He had trained her so. She wailed as she hung right on the edge of orgasm for what seemed like an eternity before he removed his fingers from her sopping cunt. He licked some of her juices from his fingers, then stuck them into her mouth.

"Clean your sex from my hand. Lick off every drop like my good little whore.", he told her, and she sucked and lapped at his fingers until no trace remained of her juices.

Her eyes now had a glassy look to them and he could tell she was sinking into sub space. She had a dreamy look on her face and smiled at him when he touched her face.

Walking to the table he gathered the tray of needles. First he pinched a bit of skin on her stomach and slowly pushed the needle thorugh the tight flesh. A small hiss of air was the only sign she gave of what she felt. Another was placed below the first. One by one he made a row of them down one side then another row on the other side until there was a row of six on each side of the belly. He then took the heavy thread and began tying it around the needles, lacing them in a crossing pattern on her stomach. Soon she looked like she had a corset laced in front. There were a few small trickles of blood that he scooped up with his finger and licked it off. He loved the coppery taste of her blood.

Then he started in her her right breast. Pinching a bit of flesh, he inserted the needle under her skin with the tip pointed towards her nipple. He then placed another in the same relative position. Around her nipple he went with one needle after another, until it was surrounded. He then started on a second row. Continuing the same until there were three rows of needles encircling her breast. Her breathing was a bit rapid and he checked to make sure she was ok. She nodded she was fine and he moved on to her other breast.

He copied the pattern he made, and her breasts soon looked like flowers upon her chest. He removed the clover clamps, making her moan in pain at the returning blood flow, and moved them to the lips of her sopping pussy. He also pulled two more sets of clamps and placed them there as well. Weights were added to those chains and she felt a wonderful pull on her nether lips. The pain was wonderfully exquisite, and her pussy responded by dripping her juices down the chains of the clamps and onto the floor.

He reached down and rubbed her clit. She jumped as if shocked. Her clit was incredibly swollen and throbbing. She nearly came just from the initial contact. He illicited a moan with his stroking, but stopped before she could get close to cumming.

As she hung there in her restraints, he went back to the box. She didn't know what he he was doing. She thought he had pulled out all of his devices of torment. He busied himself with something out of her line of site as she waited in horrible anticipation as to what this new torture could be.

She suddenly heard a faint crackle and smelled ozone as he turned with a violet wand in his hand. Her eyes widened in surprise. This was a new one that he had never even discussed. She was frightened. She had a fear of electrical toys and he knew it. She started shaking her head, but knew that he wouldn't stop. That deep down she didn't want him to.

He first touched it to one of the chains connecting the clamps on her pussy, and she felt the shock jump straight to her clit. She screamed in pain and surprise. He touched each chain in turn, making her jump and scream each time. It hurt, but her cunt also throbbed with desire from it. Then he moved to the needles piercing her tits. As he touched one, the spark would jump to another, giving her little jolts. Her nipples stood out harder than they ever had. They ached with the arousal. He laughed at seeing her state, and continued to torture her tits with the wand. Making her scream and cry under his ministrations.

She was soon exhausted with her writhing and fighting against the ropes binding her. She knew there was no escape, but her body still fought to flee. He put the wand away and stood there looking at her with an evil grin.

"Are you ready slave, ready to bear my mark?", he asked her. She knew he was going to do it regardless of her answer, but she nodded her head and said,"Yes Master."

He lit the torch and took the first iron into the flame. There would be three strikes to make his family mark. Each iron a different pattern to make the final brand. Soon the first iron was glowing red and it was time. He approached her and told her not to move. If she moved, the strike would be ruined and they would stop right there. She did not want to disappoint him and ruin it, so she forced herself to be completely still, though her body wanted to pull back.

The first strike touched the flesh between her breasts and the pain tore through her body. It was only there for a moment, but the burning continued much longer. Her nerves aflame with the pain. Her body began to shake from the adrenaline rush and the endorphins flooding her body. He let her process the pain while he heated the next iron. By the time the second iron was hot enough, the tremors had subsided. This time she handled it better, the endorphins pumping full force through her and her head in that place she went when he was using her in the cruelest ways. The last iron was now being heated for the final biggest strike that tied the whole pattern together. Once it was glowing red he placed it against her already blistering flesh and left the iron there just a bit longer to make this mark the most prominent of the three.

Now that the branding was done, she began shaking anew with the relief that she had made it through and the rush going through her body, fighting the pain on her chest.

Once her shaking had stopped, he removed the bindings on her, helping her off of the cross.

"Kneel slut and show your Master how much you appreciate him giving you his mark.", he ordered her.

She dropped to her knees and took his throbbing cock from his pants. The tip was smeared with his juices and the head was an angry purple. He was quite apparently aroused more than usual. Her pain had made him harder than he had remembered in a long time. She wrapped her lips around the swollen head and sucked the pre-cum out of his cock. There was so much she was a little shocked, but she smiled and savored his fluid on her tongue. She slowly engulfed him with her mouth, taking him deeper and deeper until her nose was nestled in the closely trimmed pubes at the base of his cock. She held him there unable to breath as long as she could, working her throat muscles, massaging his cock with them. Then slowly pulling up off of him to take a breath. Her tongue swirled around the bulbous head and she flicked the tip on the underside of his prick. She was a very enthusiastic cock sucker, and he enjoyed when she displayed her skills.

She would take him deep a few times, then use her tongue on him, hitting all the sensitive spots. She sucked his balls, rolling each around in her mouth until his sack was nice and wet. Sucking him down again, she could feel his cock growing even thicker and knew he was close to cumming. She stroked his balls and felt them tightening up signaling his imminent release. She pulled back a little and began pumping his slick shaft with her fist, rubbing her tongue on the underside of the head. Looking up into his eyes as she milked his cock.

With a deep groan he unleashed his load. The first spurt hit the back of her throat, making her gag a little before she swallowed it down. The subsequent spasms pumped his thick load over her tongue, coating it in his warm seed. She gave him long strokes to milk every drop of cum from him. Her mouth filling with his creamy load. At last his orgasm subsided and she knelt there stroking him as she let his cum roll around on her tongue, savoring every nuance of his flavor, before he nodded giving her permission to swallow. She gulped down his cum with a smile and licked her lips to make sure she didn't miss a drop.

Tucking his cock back in his pants, he pushed her forward so her ass was up in the air. He picked up the largest dildo, lubed it up, and slammed it into her tight ass. She screamed at the sudden painful invasion, but before she could react to it, he jammed three fingers into her gushing cunt and began fucking her hard with his fingers. She screamed with the suddeness of it all. Her cunt throbbed, and her asshole felt like it was split in two.

"Take it slave, take my fingers deep.", he growled at her as he continued the assault on her cunt. He pounded his fingers into her as she moaned and bucked her hips.

"May I please cum Sir?", she asked him.

"Is that how you ask slut?, he responded.

"Please Sir, may this slave cum for you?", she begged. Her voice cracking with the effort to hold back her orgasm.

He grabbed the base of the dildo and started slamming it into her asshole with the same ferocity as his hand in her cunt.

"Cum My little whore! Cum for your Master!", he yelled at her.

With his words, a high keening wail came from her lips as her orgasm ripped through her. Her body arching up as he unrelentingly pounded into her holes, ripping her orgasms from her, not letting her calm down, making her cum again and again. She screamed with the intensity of them. Her body contorting as she came one after the other in a seemingly endless string.

"Please stop Master. I can't take any more.", she pleaded.

"You will take as much as I say. Keep cumming My slut. Cum for Master.", he ordered her.

His words set off another intense string of orgasms. They were so intense her abdominal muscles began cramping and the spasms in her cunt began to feel painful. It seemed like he would never stop, and she felt as if she might pass out from the overwhelming sensations when he suddnely ripped both his fingers and the dilod from her well used holes.

She collapsed on the floor, the needles digging into her flesh, but she didn't care. She hardly noticed them in her overloaded mental state. She had given everything she had, and more. She was utterly exhausted. She lay there breathing heavily for a few minutes before her Master rolled her onto her back and began removing the clamps from her inflamed pussy. She screamed as he removed each one from the blood rushing back into the compressed flesh. Then he started removing all the needles. It seemed to her to take forever. There were so many of them, but soon they were all removed and she lay there with little trickles of blood here and there.

As soon as her breathing returned to normal, he had her kneel up for him. She returned to her trained position, eyes down and hands on her thighs. She was shaking a little in the aftermath of her use, but otherwise she was handling it like the well trained slave she was.

He attached a leash to her collar and began leading her back to the room. He told her to take a shower and she would find some cream for her branding when she got out. He left her in the bathroom to bathe, and before she stepped into the shower, she looked in the mirror at the mark she now bore. She ran her fingers over the blistered flesh, and although it was painful, she smiled with pride at the honor of bearing his mark.



Saturday, November 19, 2011


She was bound hanging by her hands, her feet barely touching the floor. She knew the pain was coming and she was dizzy with fear. It was her week of chastity, and his form of it terrified her.
She felt the first prick of the needle as it pierced the swollen lip of her wet cunt. Even though she was scared, she couldn't help that she got incredibly aroused at the thought of his pain. She could feel the fine thread being pulled through her flesh as her cunt was sewn shut. For a week she would only be tormented with pain and would not be penetrated, at least not in her cunt. Her ass would be brutally violated repeatedly by his large cock, and her throat would be raped as well.
Once she was effectively sexless, he tied off the thread to close her good. There were small trickles of blood leaking from the tiny wounds and he leaned down and licked the sanguine fluid from her quivering flesh. The taste of her fear aroused him mightily.
He next took the piercing needles and pushed one each quickly through each nipple, eliciting a scream as each one was driven into her erect flesh. The more she screamed, the harder his cock throbbed.
Now that she was probably prepped it was time for his pleasure. He pulled his pulsating cock from his jeans and stepping behind her, he forced it into her tight asshole in one quick, hard thrust. A savage scream was torn from her throat from the sudden pain. Her nipples forgotten in the searing agony of her violated ass. He was large and stretched her even when he took his time. When he was in this sadistic mood, she was just hurt.
He grabbed her hips and pounded into her bleeding hole. The tightness made it hard for him to hold back, but that was OK. He wasn't looking to last tonight. This was all about his pleasure. She was to have only his pain.
When he felt his balls swelling as he neared his orgasm, he suddenly released the rope holding her up and let her fall to the ground. Grabbing her by the hair he yanked her to her knees and shoved his hard member down her throat, causing her to gag on his invading member, He wanted to hurt her with his cock as he pounded the back of her throat.
She could feel his cock swelling in her throat and knew he wouldn't last much longer. She awaited the spilling of his seed in her mouth for at least some pleasure for her. At the last minute, he pulled out, denying her that joy. With a groan, he shot his hot load across her face, into her eye and hair. A stream oozed down her cheek to drip onto her heaving tits.
Once he had shot his full load, he quickly yanked the needles from her nipples, causing another scream, then told her to get dressed. She was going to walk down to the corner store to get him something to drink. She was going to the store wearing his cum on her face and in her hair for everyone to see what a dirty little whore she was. The lecherous little guy who worked the register was sure to jack off many nights after seeing her cum stained lips and makeup smeared eyes.
This one was a challenge from a reader friend of mine. It just flowed from the darkest depths of my mind. She wanted to know how dark I could get. I hope it doesn't shock you too much. She liked it.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Well used...

She was awakened by a hand at her throat. She was pulled roughly from her slumber by the strong hand of her Master. Put on her knees she immediately took her position. Even though she was still half asleep, she was well trained and could practically do it in her sleep. A rope was pulled out and her hands bound behind her back. The rope waws then looped around her neck, keeping her arms pulled up high on her back. If she relaxed her arms too much, the rope tightened around her throat.

Her knees were spread apart as she automatically did when she was kneeling before him. Her cunt was his to use as he wanted, so she had to make sure he always had unobstructed use to it. He stepped up in front of her and with the toe of his boot he nudged her pussy, eliciting a moan from her. Stepping back he saw smears of her juices on the polished toe of his boot.

"Turned on already I see. That's my good whore.", he said as he stroked her hair. She smiled at the praise.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, he shoved his already stiffening cock into her mouth. She tried not to gag, but he took her too suddenly. She gagged a couple times as he pounded her throat before she was able to relax and take him deep.

"Good little cock sucker. Your lessons are really showing. You only gagged a bit.", he said as he stopped and just left his cock deep down her throat. She couldn't breathe, but she just sat there calmly, looking up at him with adoring eyes as she ran out of oxygen. Just as she felt she would pass out, he slowly withdrew and put his cock back in his pants as she drew in large gulps of air.

He reached down and released her hands from behind her back. "Come with me slut.", he ordered as he walked away. She crwaled after him. Her head down as she followed his steps down the hall. She knew where they were going, and she went with some trepidation. Wicked things happened to her in that room.

Once in the room, she saw that things were different. He had rearranged the room. There was now simply his chair in the center of the room with the light shining on it. His rack of implements stood nearby.

He walked over and sat down as she followed and knelt in front of him.

"Pleasure me slut.", he told her as he sat there. She reached up and undid his pants. Reaching inside she pulled his semi-hard cock free of it's prison. Giving it a couple strokes, she leaned forward and slowly engulfed his thickening rod in her wet mouth. Slowly she pushed her mouth down, taking him in inch by inch. The whole time her eyes were locked on his. Giving herself to him completely. Showing him her love and devotion with this act of worshiping his cock. She loved his cock, wanted nothing more than to pleasure it, taste it, have it in her mouth.

Once she took him all the way down, she stayed there, waiting as his cock throbbed in her throat. He smiled at her and nodded slightly. She began the slow pull up, dragging her lips up his shaft as she sucked hard until just the head remained inside her. She swirled her tongue around the tip, flicking it on the sensitive underside. All the things he had taught her he loved. Her head began bobbing up and down on his hard cock. Taking him deep in slow strokes, then fast shallow strokes as she worked his cock trying to make him cum all over her tongue. She wanted to taste his seed, needed it.

Her fist pumped up and down in rhythm with her mouth, working his cock the best she knew how. She wanted to please Master. She lived to please him with all her body and heart. Just when she thought he was going to give her his blessing, he placed his hand on the back of her head, stopping her. She looked up at him with a questioning look.

"Not yet My little cum whore. I'm not ready for that yet.", he said as he smiled down at her. "Lean back and touch yourself for me. Show me how good you can make yourself feel for Master."

She kneeled up and spread her legs as wide as she could. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she let her hands trail down her body, stroking her breasts and pinching her erect nipples on the way down to her cunt. She pushed her fingers into her soaked cleft. Feeling her clit hard and swollen like a little cock. She rubbed all around it, sliding the skin of the hood up and down over it. Her breath hitching and catching in her throat as she hit a sensitive spot.

He watched her, idling stroking his hard cock as she performed for him. A well trained slave she was. She pushed two then three fingers inside herself, fucking her hungry cunt for his pleasure. Never taking her eyes from his. He drank in her pleasure, watching it in her eyes.

She humped her fist, riding it hard, her breathing coming in short gasps. She wanted to cum for him. Wanted to show him how much she loved him. He smiled watching her, knowing what was in her thoughts.

"Do you want to cum for me slut?", he asked her. She could only nod her head as she bit her lip to forestall the impending orgasm. He smiled at her as he watched her frantically finger fucking herself. Needing to cum, but not daring to until he told her to.

"Cum.", he said simply, and she groaned deep in her throat as her orgasm washed over her. Her back arched as she curled downward as her abdominal muscles spasmed and locked up. She then leaned back, looking up at the light. Her heaving breasts glistening with sweat as she ground her thumb against her clit and came with terrible force. Her juices streaming down over her fist and dripping on the floor. She soon slumped forward, exhausted from the intensity of her orgasm, her thighs twitching from the strain of her orgasm.

"Come here my good little slut. You have earned your meal.", he told her. She crawled to him and as he held his cock pointed towards her mouth, she slowly engulfed his entire shaft. Her nose pressing into the closely trimmed pubes at the base of his cock. She stuck her tongue out and swiped the tip across his shaved balls. He pulled her off his cock by a handful of hair and pushed her mouth down towards his balls.

"Lick them and suck them good. You have been neglecting them lately. Bathe me with your tongue.", he instructed her. She gently took each ball in her warm wet mouth and caressed it with her tongue. She loved the feeling of the smooth flesh in her mouth. She bathed his sack with reverance, cleaning it with her mouth and tongue.

Once his balls were thoroughly worshipped, he once again grabbed her by the hair and aimed his throbbing rod at her lips. She again engilfed his hardness, and gave him the best blowjob she was capable of. As she started sucking him off, he grabbed the flogger and began flogging her ass in rhythm with her head bobing on his cock. Every time she went down on him, he whipped her ass. She would stop netween strokes and twirl her tongue around the thick head of his cock, teasing the hole with her tonge before taking him deep again and receiving another lash. The pattern kept repeating, suck deep, swirl, tease and swallow again.

She kept doing this gradually increasing her speed. Letting his orgasm build from deep inside. She kept looking in his eyes, showing him how much she wanted and loved him. Showing him how much he owned her, body and mind. He suddenly dropped the flogger and grabbed her hair in both fists and started pushing head mouth down hard onto his cock. Raising his hips up to fuck her mouth at the same time.

He yanked her up by the hair, pushed her to the floor, leaning back against his chair and straddled her. Once again he grabbed her hair and started pounding her, holding her tight by the throat. Using her mouth for his pleasure. She could feel his cock swelling and knew he was about to cum. With a groan he pulled back slightly and she felt the first hot gush of his cum pour over her tongue. The tangy taste heaven to her. His cock twitched and jerked as each jet squirted into her hungry mouth. She moaned around his cock in pleasure as he fillled her mouth with his seed. Holding it in her mouth, his cock was surrounded by the warm liquid of his love. Her mouth nearly overflowing with hot cum.

When his orgasm subsided, he pulled out with a pop as she made sure to suck out every last drop.

"Show me.", he ordered her, and she opened her mouth to show him her mouthful of his cum. She let it roll over her tongue, letting it cover every taste bud. Luxuriating in his tangy sauce. She treated it like a fine wine she was tasting. When she had thoroughly enjoyed his essence he smiled at her and said, "Swallow,  My cum slut."

She swallowed down his creamy load and smiled as she licked her lips, making sure she got every delicious drop. Not wanting to miss any of it.

"Good girl.", he said as he stroked her hair and gave her a kiss. "Now clean up and make breakfast. I've worked up quite an appetite."


Friday, November 11, 2011


She was just getting home from a long day at work. She was tired and not really paying close attention to her surroundings. As she stepped from her car, she was grabbed from behind and something was placed over her nose and mouth. It had a chemical smell, and before she could struggle away from it, she felt herself sliding away into unconciousness.

She woke up naked and chained to a bed with only a bare mattress under her. She briefly struggled until she realized that there was no way she would break free from the chains, so she lay there trying to figure out who would have done this. She was a smart girl and not prone to panic. She figured if she just kept her head, she would get out of this. Panic would just disable her.

After a brief time a hooded man walked in, and without saying a word he blindfolded her. In her brief glance, she was unable to even identify the color of his skin. He wore gloves and a long sleeve shirt, and the hood came down over his shoulders hiding even his hair color. Once she was effectively blinded, he spoke.

"You have been brought here because you have been a very bad girl. I will teach you to be more respectful and humble.", he told her.

She didn't recognize his voice, so she had no clue who he could be. She was also clueless as to who would think she was a bad girl. She tried to always be pleasant, at least as much as she figured everyone else was.

She felt gloved hands begin to roam up her legs, stroking and carressing them as they traveled. When they got to her crotch, her clit was suddenly and quite painfully pinched. She shrieked in shock and pain it the suddeness of it.

"Bastard!!! That hurt!", She spat her words at him.

For her outburst she got a slap across her tits.

"Behave, or it will be much worse, slut.", he said in a measured and calm voice.

She was offended by the word slut, but figured she better stay calm and not fight him if she wanted to get out of this.

He went back to stroking and pinching her here and there. He tweaked her nipples and twisted them as he pinched. She bit her lip to keep from crying out and giving him the pleasure of her distress.

He moved back down and began to stroke the lips of her pussy. She tried to think of anything else she could, but her body betrayed her and she could feel her cunt growing damp.

"So the slut isn't to proud to get wet when her cunt is played with.", he said with a chuckle.

"Fuck you!", she said before she could stop herself.

She was answered by a slap across her face. It shocked her more than it hurt her. It wasn't really hard, intended more to startle than hurt.

"Be good, whore.", he reiterated.

That word made her even madder, but she didn't react.

He continued exploring her body. Squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. As he pinched one she suddenly felt the bite of something on her nipple. Then the other was similarly pinched.

"You will wear those clamps as long as I decide you will wear them. They should make your nipples nice and sensitive for the later activities.", he said cryptically.

The pain was pretty intense. Her nipples had always been very sensitive, and this was very painful. His hands once again went to her cunt. He slipped a couple fingers inside her. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but the chains held her spread wide.

"You are even wetter than before. You seem to be quite the little whore. Getting turned on by being clamped, slapped and bound. What a delicious little slut. I will enjoy breaking you.", he laughed.

Her face burned in shame at the reaction of her body. She wanted to hate this, to not give him the satisfaction of turning her on, but this faceless bastard knew what buttons to push.

There was just the sounds of quiet movements in the room, and she couldn't tell what was going on. Suddenly there was a burning sensation across her chest and belly. She screamed thinking she was being cut.

"Don't be such  abady. It's just a little candle wax.", he said condescendingly as he proceeded to pour more molten wax over her body. She couldn't catch a breath as her poured more and more over her body. He dumped a large amount directly on first one nipple, then the other. The burning wax only added to the pain already bloomong there from the clamps. She felt herself panting from the pain, trying to process it and not let it overwhelm her.

The wax was next poured down her belly and between her legs. She felt the rivulets run between the lips of her pussy, causing her to gasp. Her hair was neatly trimmed down there, but she knew that removing the wax was going to be painful. It continued down her legs, lines of wax being drawn up and down her thighs. soon she was completely covered from shoulders to toes in wax.

He stopped and there was only silence for awhile. She felt something cold scraping against her skin, removing the wax.

"Don't move, slut. I wouldn't want you to get cut.", he warned her.

"It's a knife!", her own voice screamed in her head. She froze in fear. Up to this point she thought he just wanted to torture her. It never occured to her that she was in real danger for her life. his hand was steady though, and he seemed to be only scraping the wax from her skin. When he got to her crotch she figured he would just leave it there, matted in her pubes. She was wrong. She soon realized the knife she felt was in actuality a straight razor. A fact she realized when she felt the hair being removed from her pussy. She was soon smooth as a baby down there, and she could feel the air cool on her bare flesh.

"Now that looks very nice. You really should keep it that way.", he laughed.

The next thing she knew one arm was being released. She thought that maybe this was her chance to try her escape, but she soon realized that she was just being turned over for whatever was to come next. He released and then re-chained each limb one at a time so she was always restrained by at least three points at all times.

Once on her belly, she lay there, not knowing what to expect next. She didn't have to wait long as something very hard and thin landed across her ass cheeks. It felt like a line of fire and she jumped with the pain.

"You are going to take a caning like a good slut. Keep your ass up or I will cane the bottoms of your feet. Trust me, that is much worse than your ass.", he said, and to demonstrate he gace her one stroke across the sole of her foot. The pain was blinding, and she quickly pushed her ass up as high as she could.

He laughed,"You are learning quickly, my little whore. Now hold still and make a nice target for my cane."

The next lash struck hard on her left cheek, making her cry out. She bit her lip to try to stifle her cries.

"I will make you cry no matter what you wish. The longer you hold out, the more I get to hurt you, so please do try to fight it.", he told her with a dark tone in his voice. She could feel the menace in his tone, and knew he told her the truth.

He was soon lashing her ass and the backs of her thighs unmercilessly. She could feel the welts growing here and there. She didn't even realize she was crying until she felt the hot tears running down her cheeks. She lay there weeping in pain and shame. Embarrassed at her situation.

She felt his fingers at her molten center, probing once again at her sex. She realized she was now completely soaking wet. Her cunt wetting the mattress beneath her. She began crying even harder realizing he could see how aroused she was by his filthy acts. She felt debased and degraded, and more turned on than she had ever felt in all her life.  Her cunt throbbed with desire and she craved the feeling of his hands on her clit. She wanted him to just touch her and make her cum.

"What's the matter slut? Do you need to cum? Is my pain making your cunt wet? You're making quite a mess of the bed. I may have to make you lick up the mess you are making.", On hearing that last part, she felt her pussy clench in desire, even though the thought of being made to do so was completely humiliating.

He felt her pussy grip his fingers, and smiled,"You do want that don't you?"

She shook her head vehemently, bu tshe knew it was useless to lie to him. Her body told him everything he needed to know.

As she lay there crying, she could feel something running down her thighs. She didn't know if it was blood from the welts, or simply sweat. She suddenly realized she was hoping it was blood. For some reason she thought it was what she deserved for the wrongs she had commited. She wasn't quite sure what they were, but just felt she had been doing wrong. This all flashed quickly through her mind in what must have been mere moments, but seemed like an eternity.

"Are you realizing what you have been doing wrong?", he asked her, interupting her thoughts. How could he know what she was thinking? "It's starting to sink in isn't it?"

She searched her mind for what it could be. She was a great friend, always helping whenever she could. She took care of the children and they were very happy. Her husband was always pleased ...with....

Then it hit her. Her husband. She only gave him sex when it suited her, and only what she felt like giving him. Using sex as a weapon to get what she wanted. Her husband was the one she was disrespectful to. She had treated him horribly for years and never realized it until now.

"So the bitch finally gets it.", she heard, only this time the voice was different. It was the voice of her husband. Her blindfold was pulled off and there she was face to face with her husband. The knew the other voice wasn't his, but as she looked around they were the only ones there.

"Who was the other voice?", she asked nearly in a panic.

"A friend of mine that agreed to help me teach you a lesson.", he responded with a wicked tone in his voice she had never heard before."We rehearsed for a long time to anticipate anything that might happen so he would have an answer for you no matter what you said or did."

"I'm so sorry.", she sobbed as tears sprang from her eyes."I've been horrible to you haven't I?"

"Yes you have, but that is over with. I am going to use you like I never have before, and then you won't have to see me ever again if that is your wish.", he told he with a deadly serious tone in his voice.

"No, no, please. Let me prove myself to you. I will change. I will be the wife you want and never disrespect you again.", she begged.

He looked at her with narrowed eyes. "If I give you another chance, you will do what I say, when I say it.Do you understand?"

"Yes dear.", she said as she vigorously nodded her head.

"It will be yes Sir from now on whenever we are in private. No more attitude or you will be soundly spanked and whipped. I am now your Master from here on out. If that becomes too much of a burden to you, I will leave and find another who can handle it. Am I being perfectly clear on this?", her asked her.

"Yes Sir.", she replied simply.

"Good, now open your mouth, slut and suck your Master's cock. If you do a good job, I'll let you swallow my cum like the little cum slut I know you are.", she told her. She had never swallowed his cum. In fact had made a point to tell him how gross she thought it was, but that was about to change.

He undressed and climbed up on the table in front of her and offered her his hard cock to suck. There was pre-cum dripping from the tip. She would always wipe it away when she would suck him in the past, but this time, she stuck out her tongue and licked it away. She sucked him into her warm, wet mouth and drew the thin fluid out of his cock and onto her tongue. She savored the taste of him and marveled at how good it actually tasted. She had never even tried to taste it, just assumed it was horrible.

She was determined to show him she had changed and wanted him to keep her, so she gave him the best blowjob she had ever given in her life. She sucked him hard and swirled her tongue around the head. Bobbing her head up and down on him, determined to make him cum harder than he ever had before. She began crying as she sucked him off. Tears of shame and joy for what she had been, and what she was becoming. She had been a bitch, but now she was to be his whore. To live to pleasure him and be the best wife any man could ever want. She didn't know what all she was going to have to do, but if this night was any indication, there would be pain and humiliation to be suffered at her husbands hand. She wanted to be what he needed, and was determined to be just that.

Her reverie was broken by the sound of his heavy breathing and his hand gripping her hair.

"Open wide my cum slut.", he ordered.

She opened her mouth as wide as she could, and the first hot jet of cum shot right down the length of her tongue and into her throat. It was salty and tangy tasting. While not completely pleasant, it wasn't as bad as she had always imagined. Another shot struck her lips and run down her chin. He shot his cum all over her face, intentionally missing her mouth and covering her lips and cheeks with his seed. He even shot some in her hair. She licked her lips to get as much as she could, then sucked his cock back into her mouth to get the  last remaining drops drained from him.

"You will wear that on your face until we get home, and if you are a good little whore, I may let you wash it off before bed.", he told her.

"Yes Sir.", she responded meekly, but with the hint of a smile on her lips.

As he began to untie her, he thought, maybe she will make a decent sub after all...


Monday, November 7, 2011


She woke with a pressure on her chest. In the half light she say a very large erect cock just inches from her lips. He was sitting on her, pinning her arms to her sides.

"Open your mouth slave.", He said simply.

She complied without a thought. He pushed his cock deep down her throat with one smooth thrust. she had been well trained to swallow his cock and she took him all the way down her throat with ease. He slowly began to pump in and out of her throat, his balls slapping against her chin on each stroke. She moaned deep in her throat. She loved when he used her throat like a cunt.

He pushed all the way in and held it there, cutting off her air until she felt she was going to pass out before he withdrew and let he take some deep breaths. His gradually increased his pace until he was pounding her throat and mashing her lips with his pelvic bone. He was becoming frantic as his orgasm neared.

He pulled out quickly and ordered her. "Stick your tongue out."

She quickly complied, and just in time for the first jet of hot cum to shoot across her tongue. He jerked his cock as spurt after spurt covered her tongue, lips and face. Strings of his cum shot into her hair and all over her face.

Once his orgasm abated, he shoved his cock back in her mouth to have her clean him up, to suck the last remaining drops from his still pulsing cock.

"You can wear my cum on your face the rest of the day. It's time to get up and start your day.", He told her.

Climbing off, he went to the shower as she got up and got dressed.


Tuesday, November 1, 2011

A quickie...

She hung there, her toes barely touching the floor. He approached with the single tail on his hand. She new she was going to bleed tonight. She was afraid but she trusted him not to take it too far.

The first delicious kiss of pain cut across her tits, ripping a scream from her throat. He had an uncanny ability to hit her nipples whenever he wanted to. They grew painfully hard from arousal and pain. She was unable to hide her reaction to the pain.

Master walked around her as he steadily drew her blood and pleasure from her body. Her thighs were slick with the juices streaming from her cunt. On seeing this, Master jammed three fingers inside her and gave her a fast and rough fucking. Pounding her pussy with his fist, but not letting her cum.

 Her body was soon covered in small rivulets of blood from the many bleeding welts caused by the whip. He ran his tongue over one nipple tasting her blood, sweat and pain. It was delicious.

Removing his belt, he laid into her ass with all his might. She was quickly bruised from the beating, but suddenly she screamed and came with such intensity that she squirted all over the floor.

To punish her for cumming without permission, he grabbed his knife and cut the rope letting her fall to the floor. He pulled her to a kneeling position, ass up, and pushed his cock hard into her. Splitting her open with his punishing cock. She screamed as he pounded her assshole. She broke his most sacred rule and she was going to pay.

Fortunately for her he decided to not make it last too long. He soon pulled out, yanked her to her knees by her hair, and shoved his cock into her mouth. With a couple pumps he unloaded his cum all over her tongue. He pulled out and shot the rest of his seed across her face and in her hair. She would go out to run her errands  like this as her final punishment. She would wear his cum for all to see to teach her to obey.