Men In Pain

Male Bondage Exhaustion
Isis is the slave driver from your hottest dreams and little billy is the lucky guy under her boot for the day. I quickly agreed to obey her and began my life as a slave. Melanie began by giving me a soapy enema, followed by the insertion a Tampax super. My cock was rock hard. Melanie them presented me with a sanitary napkin belt which I put around my waist. Melanie then lay down on the bed and commanded me to remove her Kotex. Raising her skirt I quickly lowered her panties. She even helped by raising her hips from the bed. Once I had the used pad detached from her belt she instructed me to attach it to my own. It was still warm from being in contact with her crotch. Once it was in place my cock seemed to swell larger. After she works him into a sweat doing manual labor in the Armory basement, she grinds his face into the dirt before chaining him to a wall for a proper beating. Melanie then order me to get a new sanitary napkin from the bath room. Returning I stood at the end of the bed. Melanie had put her feet up on the bed. She now spread her legs widely showing me her vagina. 'Are you a man or a worm?!' she barks, her whip raining down on him as he squirms on the ground like the invertebrate that she turns him into. A small amount of menstrual fluid had leaked from the lips of her pussy. She had unbuttoned her blouse and pushed her bra up and was now playing with her own breast. Pinching the nipples she smiled up at me and said "Clean the outer lips of my pussy before you attach the new Kotex to the belt, Slave." Kneeling at the foot of the bed, I lowered my head to her crotch. At first I ran my tongue around the edges of her public hair, not sure if I could go through with it. The beating and humiliation pay off with a very hot fuck from the horny Mistress, and little billy is more than well used when she finally allows him to come.

Falling immediately to my knees I began:

1) I must wear a Kotex and have a Tampax up my ass at all times.
2) During her period, I will wear Melanie’s used Kotex or Tampax.
3) During non-work hours, I must change Melanie’s protection for her.
4) I will lick her pussy on command until it is clean.
5) I will receive an enema at the beginning and end of her period.
6) I will not be allowed to cum unless Melanie jerks me off.
7) I will only be allowed to wear feminine clothes while fucking
Melanie.
8) From then on, I must put on my slave feminine articles, douches,
Tampax, and vaginal lubricants.

Melanie said that if I broke any of the rules I would be punished. And
if I refused to carry out any command she would probably dismiss me as
her slave never to see her again.

Taking my hands into hers she gazed into my eyes and ask if I wanted to
take my fetish one step further and become her menstrual slave. After
years of fantasizing about women on the rag here was one wanting me to
service her monthly. I quickly agreed. She said my training would
begin the following week when her period was due to start.

The following Wednesday evening Melanie called and put my week-long
nervousness to rest. She wanted me at her apartment, dressed only in a
robe. Upon entering her place Melanie presented me with a list of
rules I must follow to the letter. She said that one of her fantasy
was to have a Slave. She said she had fantasies where the slave was a
man and sometimes the slave was a woman. She ask if I had any such
Dominate fantasies. Telling her no. She ask if I wanted to be her
slave and accept her as my mistress. When I replied “Oh! Yes! Melanie
more than anything.” She ordered me to kneel down and read the list of
rules out loud to her.

No sooner had I arrived home when Melanie, the neighbor and now my
mistress, was at my door. She quickly got down to business, telling me
that she knew I was not married and that she had never seen any women
enter or leave my apartment. She ask about my fetish saying that she
had a few herself. I somewhat sheepishly confessed that since my
college days I have enjoyed wearing certain feminine products. I
described how the soft cotton of a sanitary napkin against my balls was
wonderful and how going out in public with a Kotex between my legs and
a Tampax up my ass would keep my cock hard for. She was so easy to
talk too and so understanding. She did not try and put me down for my
fetish and I soon confessed to other little quirk I had. I told her
that I sometimes wore women lace panties and that the sanitary napkins
kept me from staining them when I would suddenly have a climax just
thinking about women wearing them too.

My slave training began two months ago when my thirty-seven year old
next door neighbor happened to catch me buying my supply of sanitary
napkins and Tampax. Melanie is a sexy looking lady with a dynamite
body. She had just recently moved into the apartment complex where I
live. I found out after becoming her slave that she works as a legal
secretary and was recently divorced. She said her former husband was a
lousy lover. Only caring about his own orgasms and that at first
she had been hurt by his running off with some young slut. She soon
realized that he was the loser, not her. She sold the big fancy house
he had bought her and move to this apartment complex. She said that she
checked out all the single men when she first moved here. I was the
only one that appealed to her and that she was glad that she caught me
that day in the grocery store.

Mistress Harmony has a kept pet that she takes out to play with when she is feeling mean and horny. Tonight, her mood is dark as she pulls 'lefty' from the cage and tests his resolve with her own style own pain, humiliation and sex. Mistress toys with lefty's libido using CBT, whippings, bondage and ass fucking till she takes her fill of his hard cock to satisfy herself. When she finally allows his come to spill, it is all over her beautiful body, and her boy toy is put away for another day's play. The story She stood, balanced, though just barely. By force of will, the naked girl tried to remain absolutely motionless. But to do that was almost impossible. It was the point of her bondage, of course. She stood erect, her legs spread wide by a metal bar strapped between her ankles forcing them apart. Her arms were pulled behind her back, strapped together at the elbows and wrists forcing her breasts forward. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her bound arms all the way to her slim waist. She was gagged, her mouth stuffed with a penis gag and covered by a thick leather strap. Otherwise she was completely nude. That was the standard stuff, in and of itself arousing as it silenced and commanded her naked body, offering her charms in wanton invitation. But there was more tonight - much more! On each of her erect nipples was a small spring-clamp. These connected to a thin leather strap, which then connected together in a heavier strap. This went up to the ceiling rafter and over a pulley there. At the other end of this strap from her nipples, dangling just a few feet in front of the girl, was a metal (more...)

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I am a dominant wife, and I dearly love to crush the male.
We’ve been married one year. I’m 29 and Gene is 26. I stand
5′10″, measure 37-25-36, and have won several beauty contests.
Gene is 5′7″ and slender, and only his money attracted me. At
age 23, he inherited a thriving business when his parents died;
at 24, he inherited considerable stocks and bonds from an aunt.
When we dated, and I discovered he could be completely dominated,
I decided to share the wealth. He proposed, and learned he would
have to be my slave. He agreed.
Even before the wedding I sought other couples to share fun
and games. I found two perfect pairs. Bill and Ginger are 31;
Don and Phyllis are 30. Each couple is socially prominent and
dedicated to female domination. Bill and Don are big, muscular
men who, unlike Gene, are bisexual. Although I ridicule and
discipline Gene daily, Saturday night he is humiliated and
punished by others. (more…)

You walk in warily, not knowing quite what to expect. I say nothing,
just taking your hand and leading you through the doorway. After you
pass, I close the door behind you and throw the bolt.

You jump a bit as the spring latch slams home, and look back at me. I
only smile and wink.

You look around; you’ve never been in my bedroom before. You look at
the mess on the floor, look back at me, but I only shrug and smile.
You watch me light some of the oil lamps, your smile slowly growing on
your face.

I turn off the light and we are bathed in the soft, gentle glow of the
lamps.

Still standing, I walk over to you and gaze into your eyes.
Nonchalantly, almost flippantly, I take off my glasses and drop them
on the dresser. Easily, oh so easily, I put my arms around your
waist, and you put your arms around my neck.

Gently, hesitantly, we kiss.

Softly your l (more…)

Archive-name: Slaves/3femdom.txt
Archive-author: D.B.
Archive-title: Dominant Wife 3-way

I am a dominant wife, and I dearly love to crush the male.
We’ve been married one year. I’m 29 and Gene is 26. I stand
5′10″, measure 37-25-36, and have won several beauty contests.
Gene is 5′7″ and slender, and only his money attracted me. At
age 23, he inherited a thriving business when his parents died;
at 24, he inherited considerable stocks and bonds from an aunt.
When we dated, and I discovered he could be completely dominated,
I decided to share the wealth. He proposed, and learned he would
have to be my slave. He agreed.
Even before the wedding I sought other couples to share fun
and games. I found two perfect pairs. Bill and Ginger are 31;
Don and Phyllis are 30. Each couple is socially prominent and
dedicated to female domination. Bill and Don are big, muscular
men who, unlike Gene, are bisexual. Although I ridicule and
discipline Gene daily, Saturday night he is humiliated and
punished by others.
We arrive at Ginger’s house about 9 pm. Each wife prepares
her slave in a separate room. I know Bill and Don will wear
rubber jockstraps and be unbound. I make Gene strip, fold his
arms up against his back, and with cuffs and short chains I lock
his hands to a collar. Naked and helpless, he is marched into
the game room to stand at attention near us. Don and Bill,
making drinks, pause and run their eyes warmly over Gene’s body.
The men kneel alongside our chairs while we three girls
visit. Soon I designate one of the men to watch Gene and report
if he relaxes his attention pose. When he does, Ginger or
Phyllis gives him several hard swats with a paddle. One of them
suggests nipple rings as further punishment. A heavy steel ring
is snapped onto the tip of each nipple, and Gene’s penis rises
and swells instantly. We girls laugh at his slim six inches and
I tell him how inept he is as a lover.
Before long it is swap time. The men are handcuffed, and I
take Bill to a bedroom, peel off the jock, and he kneels and eats
cunt until I climax. He then lies on his back and I straddle him
from above. His thick, long penis feels wonderful inside me and
we explode together. He kneels, and while I whip his ass we make
a date to be together during the week.
Back in the game room, I see Gene’s ass and thighs marked
with whip lines and Ginger tells us how he pleaded when she
twisted the nipple rings. We all laugh at him. We swap again,
and this time I put Don through his paces. He has a really big
cock and enormous staying power, and I ride him hard, using a
strap on him at the same time. Then he licks me clean, I get him
up again, and while I ride we talk a bit, making fun of Gene, and
planning a date together.
Afterward, the two men are released while Gene, still
chained, stands at attention. We have drinks and discuss the
slaves’ performances; Gene suffers by comparison.
I go up to him and twist a nipple ring until he moans. I
remind him he is not to speak, so I gag him. His eyes betray his
fear. I ask the girls if their slave would enjoy playing master
a while. They agree to permit it. The men kiss our feet in
thanks. One picks up a studded leather strap, the other a small
whip, and each hook a finger through a nipple ring. I damn near
climax with joy watching Gene, naked and helpless, being taken
away for an hour by the two big muscular men.
Ginger, Phyllis, and I talk about the men, our love of
domination, and make plans for special games next time.
Meanwhile, Gene is being put through hell.
He’s a wonderful, wretched sight when they drag him back.
Covered with whip lines, ass swollen and flaming, walking as if
his balls were crushed. He must stand before us while the men
describe what they did.
Finally we go home. Gene rides naked and chained, not
knowing if I’ll release him at home, or let him sleep chained, or
put him through fun and games of my own. Whatever I do, he knows
that next week he will have to endure another evening, and that
is his role as my slave

D.B., Illinois from Variations II spring 1978

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Threesome Femdom
For all you guys that ever got drunk in a bar made an ass of yourself by hitting on and grabbing some girl's ass, let this update be a lesson for you. Nomad wakes up the next day and finds himself hung-over, in a strange place, and at the mercy of two very mean, pissed off and horny bitches. Harmony and Penny Flame take out all their aggression towards those drunken assholes in the bar on the hapless Nomad, and they get off doing it. He is tied up, beaten, fucked in the ass, slapped, and used for their sadistic sexual pleasure. When his raging hard cock is finally forced to cum, he is made to squirt in their hands and then fed his own cum. Absolutely fucking humiliating and totally hot. Tune in