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Mistress makes her slave eat cum

Administrator — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 12:06:40 +0000

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When she entered the room I couldn't believe my eyes. She and my Mistress walked by me and looked me over and then proceeded to the couch. I have never felt so naked and humiliated. After being a slave for over a year now I was used to the people who controlled me to see me in bondage and my slavery but I felt so exposed to have someone from my previous life to see me this way. Especially the person that I used to cheat on. My Mistress ordered me to the kitchen to get drinks and to bring them to them. When I approached the guest with her wine she smiled a rather vengeful smile and then turned away like I didn't exist. As I was about to leave the room my Mistress called me back and made me stand before them. She asked our guest what she thought of her slave and ordered me to turn around so I could be inspected. The bells on my ankles and penis jingled as I moved and turned in a slow circle. I was told to turn away from them and my Mistress pulled the whip from the sheath up my ass and laced the cat across my ass cheeks a couple of times. She then slid it back up the sheath and ordered me to worship our guest's feet. I obeyed and kneeled before her and licked her feet. It had been a long time since I had seen her feet and I was thinking that a year ago I would never have thought of kissing them. That was then and this is now. But I savored the taste of her toes as I washed them with my tongue as ordered. I was then dismissed.

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Administrator — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 15:52:47 +0000

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The mistresses love to display you to their guests looking this way which seems to show that they are a powerful mistress. And you a virile male are completely under their control. My outfit for the special guest tonight was to be the serving tray attached to my chest, and held with instead of the leather fastenings that I had been training all day with, now with red velvet cords with tassels hanging down. A red velvet belt made with a cord was also pulled around my waist and tied, with the ends hanging down my side, also with tassels. A large dildo was slid up my ass and held in place with red cord attached to my belt in the back and looped around my balls in the front. Gold chains were dangled from my balls down about a foot and two weights were hung from them. Red cord encircled each ankle and bells and tassels were hung from them and tassels were also hung from my nipple rings as well as my cock ring. The dildo inside of me was like a sheath and inside of it was a cat of nine tails with the handle protruding outside of me. A red gag was also inserted into my mouth and I was ready.

Cuckold scene

Administrator — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 15:04:10 +0000

The next morning I was awakened early and taken to my Mistress who was eating her breakfast. She told me that tonight she was having a special guest over and I was going to be the drink waiter for them and I would start training for it now. I was taken to a room that was wall to wall leather gear and attachments. I was told to get up from my crawling position and to kneel. One wrist was pulled up behind my back and an inch wide strap was attached to it and then the strap was pulled over my shoulder and hung on my chest. The same was done to my other wrist. Then a clear piece of plexiglass about 12 inches by 7 inches was put up to my chest. On one edge was two clips that attached to my nipples and the other edge had a slot that each of the leather straps slipped through and then tied. The plexiglass now became a tray that moved as I moved. Water glasses were put on it and I could feel their weight on my nipples. I was told to walk as trained up on my toes and to walk around the room, making sure not to spill a drop. It took great concentration to keep the glasses steady. I practiced for about an hour and managed not to spill very much although my nipples burned from the weight after the first two minutes. Satisfied that I would perform well enough I was taken back to the room with all the leather gear and outfitted for the evening ahead.

Slave whipped

Administrator — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 14:11:11 +0000

After she was satisfied that she was not dripping wet anymore she took me to the bed and fastened me down spreadeagle and blindfolded. Then she straddled my face and I buried my tongue into her sweet hole going deeper that I thought I ever could. I tried to push it to the very top of her pussy hole. I lashed out with my tongue to her engorged clit and licked and sucked her until she cried out again and again. She then lowered her dripping wet cavern over the top of my cock and dropped all her weight onto it. It hungrily devoured my cock, bathing it in scalding female juice and the lust that she was feeling. She rode me like a prize horse rocking my tied body up and down as her pussy ravaged my throbbing cock. I cried out to her as my come shot from my cock into her body but she would not stop, again showing who was in control. This caused me to keep on coming as her pussy seemed to suck out all that I had in my body.

Slave boy

Administrator — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 17:50:23 +0000

Soon she was moaning as her fingers rubbed her swollen clit and her other hand pinched her hard nipples. I was as hard as a rock, watching her and she enjoyed seeing me like that. Finally she cried out as the pleasure rocked her body, and her toes curled together and then flexed out apart as the waves washing over her subsided. She lay before me smiling up at me. Then she stood up and came to me. She started to pull me by my hard cock but since my feet were fastened together I could barely move. Then she put two of her fingers into her pussy and brought them out all wet.

Dominant woman fucks slave

Administrator — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 15:55:30 +0000

As it turned out it was the one who gave me the most severe whipping. I was taken to her room and tied up on my toes with my wrists fastened overhead. When she got to the room, she smiled at me and proceeded to remove her clothes. She did a strip tease until she was completely naked and then she rubbed her beautiful body all over my stretched out naked skin. She brought her tits up for me to suck and she caressed my cock and balls as well as everywhere else. She then turned me around so I could face the bed and she crawled onto the satin sheets and puffed up the pillows and proceeded to slowly caress and masturbate herself. It drove me wild watching her body and face react to the pleasure. I longed to lick and kiss her and of course to fuck her, hurting her a little for the whipping she gave me.

Man gets fucked by gorgeous woman

Administrator — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 14:21:35 +0000

The arriving guests consisted of 4 women who entered the room and barely paid any attention to me. They talked and drank wine and ate hors'douvres off of my back. Occasionally someone would make some comment about me but generally the conversation was about the usual things women talk about. Finally the glass was removed and I was crawled over to the center of the room. From the ceiling a device was lowered electrically and stopped just above me. It consisted of a metal rod about 6 feet long, hung horizontally from a large chain. On the ends of the rod were 8 inch long chains with leather cuffs attached. As I knelt there my ankle cuffs were removed and these new ones were attached.

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Administrator — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 17:28:32 +0000

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Upon arrival at her home, a large sprawling mansion out in the country, I was again put in the walking position and led by a large black female jailer to my new quarters. These quarters, unlike the ones that I was used to, were small and very dark. The bed was small and had a large ring over the pillows with wrist cuffs attached. There was a toilet and a small shower. That was about all. I was told to clean myself up and I would be reporting to my new Mistress in a half hour. I missed my old home immediately, and the comfort that it provided. In exactly a half hour my jailer arrived. She told me to assume the crawling position and informed me that in this house I would always be transported in that position. A leash was attached to my collar and another one was attached to my ball collar. I was told to heel and we made our way to the main livingroom for me to be inspected. As usual as I crawled, her whip found its mark on my bare ass as we went.

Helpless slave

Administrator — Tue, 20 May 2008 12:55:50 +0000

For the last few months I have been taken by my jailer over to the back part of the house and outside to a ring that used to be used to train horses. In the center of the ring is a post about six feet high with rods about ten feet long coming from the top, parallel to the ground. I am led to one of the rods, and a harness is placed over my head with a bit gag attached. My arms are drawn up behing my back and fastened to my collar. I am then instructed to walk on my toes with my knees coming up level with my waist with each step. Then the motor is started at the post and the rods turn in a circle around the post. Since I'm attached I also go in a circle. My Mistress often comes out to watch me and she and my jailer sit in the shade as I prance by them by the hour. When ever I make a mistake the whip soon finds its way to my naked ass.

Cuckold hubby

Administrator — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 06:00:39 +0000

My jailer on the other hand has taken me during the night to her room and has played with me and fucked me and even allowed me to come. She doesn't believe in the women's society but she does enjoy having a male toy to play with. She loves to parade me around while she whips me but she enjoys the power for sexual reasons, not for some new world order. During my whipping she also likes to caress me and whip me at the same time so as to heighten the pain pleasure game she plays, but there is never any doubt who is in charge and she never lets me forget it. My Mistress uses me in an entirely different way. To her I am a slave, to be abused and tortured in any way she likes. She enjoys tieing me on different apparatuses and adding clips and weights to me and then leaving me to suffer in front of her. She loves to see me squirm and suffer in my bondage. To her it is not sexual it is just raw power. She loves to tie me in ways that one part of my body when fastened to another part causes great distress. When I try to move I just pull on another sensitive body part. She just sits in front of me and sketches me for her magazine.

A man got fucked

Administrator — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 10:15:48 +0000

She drew slowly as I hung before her. She talked about her new world order, and how there would be no crime. She said that males had ruined the world and that women and the planet had been victims for too long. She talked about her Society being a leader in the eventual control of men and how they would be put to the use that they were intended for, hard work and pleasing women. She talked about keeping men strong and in good shape, not feminizing them. She believed in strong women controlling strong men. She commented on my progress saying that I was becoming quite useful. She mentioned that my predecessor had died on the cross that I was on. He had attacked one of her guests one day, so she had him crucified in front of everyone, the guests and the other slaves. She said he had taken a few days to die and it was very painful and if I ever did anything like it I would face the same fate. With that she stood up, showed me the drawing and called for the jailer to take me down.

Male Bondage

Administrator — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 18:26:42 +0000

Over the next few weeks I was under the constant supervision and training by my jailer. How to walk, how to kneel, how to sit and overall how to be subservient. I was shown the proper way to service their bodies with my tongue, and how to worship their feet. And every night I was hung and whipped to reinforce their control over me. One night my Mistress appeared and fastened me up and made a ceremony out of piercing me and inserting rings into my nose, nipples and through my cock. Then she took delight in leading me throughout the house with them. The next few weeks passed rather fast as I got a grasp on what my role was and what my chores were to be. I slowly began to forget my previous life and concentrate on the many new things I was being taught.

Men In Bondage

Administrator — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 07:08:00 +0000

A little over a year ago, I had been a fairly successful ad executive, working all day and hanging out in singles bars all night. I had a steady girlfriend but I used her mainly for sex and only paid attention to her when I was horny. One night while I was out on the town, I was picked by a woman who invited me back to her apartment. Naturally I went and when settled in and she gave me a drink. The drink was drugged and when I awoke I was naked and laying in a steel cage. After many hours I was given some food and as I found out it too was drugged. When I was awakened I was immediately blindfolded and led to a large room. I was tied hand and foot and a rope was fastened around my neck. Then the blindfold was taken off. Beside me, in a long row were about ten other men. We were all standing tall with our hands behind our backs, and a noose around our necks. If we tried to move were were only strangling ourselves. After a while a group of women filed and began to look us over. If we spoke our noose was lifted and were pulled up higher onto our toes. We quickly got the idea to keep our mouths shut while the women prodded us and grabbed us by the balls.

Heavy Male Bondage

Administrator — Sat, 12 Jan 2008 14:46:21 +0000

With that my Mistress went to check on dinner and I was left to hang in front of everyone. I could see myself in the mirror as I slowly circled, and I wondered what they had in store for me after dinner. When they went in to eat I was left hanging but after about an hour I was taken down and ordered onto my knees. I was then blindfolded and led crawling into another room. I was placed between the legs of one of the women and my head was forced into her pussy. I hungrily licked and ate her warm wet vagina and clit until she climaxed and then I was taken on to the next one. This continued for about an hour or so. Each one I went to was wetter than the last, probably from sitting watching in anticipation. They all tasted wonderful, all were slightly different but they were all delicious. I hated to have this body worship end but finally I serviced the last on and was then led from the room. I was taken into the games room and my jailer removed the blindfold and finally my wrists were released from behind my back. Unfortunately they were pulled up to an overhead streader bar and re-attached. My ankles were unhobbled and they were stread wide apart and attached to ringbolts in the floor. My jailer went to the wall and flicked a switch and I was lifted up into the air until my body was stretched wide open. Satisfied with the way I looked she left the room.

Isis Love The Ultimate Mistress

Administrator — Tue, 08 Jan 2008 17:13:26 +0000

A smile came over the face of my Mistress as I was led to her. As trained I dropped to my knees and kissed her feet. She attached a leash to my balls and led me crawling around the room to kiss the feet of the other guests. She then jerked me back up onto my toes and she led me around the room so everyone could see me. She then handed me back to the jailer who led me to a pedestal, about a foot off the floor. I was placed on it standing high on my toes, and my nose ring was attached to a chain above me and pulled up even higher, obviously with my nose high in the air. A leather bit was jammed into my mouth, and on each side protruding out about six inches was a cloth banner reading " The Perfect Male". The women gather around to inspect me as the pedestal rotated slowly in a circle, giving them a full view of me. Some of the women made comments and others just sipped their wine and continued their conversation. My Mistress announced that if they continued in their work, that one day all males would be in this predicament and the world would be a better and safer place.

Pain is the price

Administrator — Fri, 23 Nov 2007 11:58:25 +0000

Day to day I am under the control and supervision of my jailer, a tall beautiful woman who reports directly to my Mistress. A lot of my training is conducted by my jailer, who daily puts me through a workout in the weight room to ensure my physical conditioning. She is also in charge of transporting me back and forth to my Mistress, which is why I had just been prepared. My Mistress is a lady of about forty years, who is the publisher of an underground magazine and the head of a secret society of women who believe in female supremacy. They believe that males are in the world to serve the needs of women, and that once trained properly they can be allowed to serve that role. To them a male is a creature designed for heavy work, serving the sexual needs of the female, and for entertainment. Nothing else. They use the argument that his physical strength, reinforces the belief in his being a beast of burden and since his testicles, his most sensitive organs, are on the outside of his body, they are there for disciplinary reasons. For all his strength he is ultimately completely vulnerable by the females access to his testicles. For this and many other reasons they believe that female supremacy is the natural order of the world.

Enslaved

Administrator — Mon, 19 Nov 2007 12:15:03 +0000

It was not my first party. I had been to five or six others, or should I say I entertained at them. My jailer came by to tell me the preparations would begin in a few minutes. Right on schedule, the slave girls arrived and were let into my cell. I was bathed, shaved and scrubbed in silence, and they were ushered out, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Since arriving here about a year ago, my life has drastically change, to say the least. Thanks to my jailer I am stronger and more muscular, and I'm sure that my old friends would never recognise me. For one thing, I have no hair anywhere on my entire body. I have rings pierced through my nose, nipples and penis. I have not worn clothes for the entire time of my captivity. I live in a rather large cell situated in the center of a equally large room. My walls are iron bars, so that I may be constantly watched. My cell has two cameras to that follow me wherever I move to. I have a large bed, a chair, a TV, a toilet and a sunken shower and tub. It sounds luxurious, but being under this constant scrutiny leaves one feeling very naked and violated.

Cuckold Hubby Torture

Administrator — Tue, 23 Oct 2007 14:03:22 +0000

Cuckold Hubby Torture
I sat in darkness for at least a half-hour before I heard anything outside the closet. I heard the bedroom light switch click and when the lights in the bedroom came on I was startled by the fact that I could see into the bedroom from within the closet. My wife had installed a one-way mirror on the closet door in place of the mirror that had been there. I could see the entire bed from where I was sitting and nobody could see me. I about died when my wife entered the bedroom followed by a young man I had never seen before. She was still wearing the lingerie she had on earlier, but he was completely naked. He looked to be in his early twenties and was probably a local college student. He had his hands all over her as he followed her onto the bed. Soon this guy was banging my wife from behind with a vengeance as they moaned in ecstasy. I thought I would be jealous, but instead I was extremely turned on. The more my wife enjoyed it, the more arousing it was for me. My cock was so hard it hurt. They paused briefly to change to the missionary position and I heard my wife say, "You'd better hurry because my husband will be home soon." This guy didn't need any more encouragement. He started pumping like you wouldn't believe. My wife started moaning and trembling in orgasm as he continued pumping. She then reached around his ass and tickled his balls with her fingernails. That was all it took for him as he pumped a load of come into my wife's pussy.

Never Know What Comes Next

Administrator — Mon, 15 Oct 2007 17:01:13 +0000

Never Know What Comes Next
"Get up, slave!" She ordered. I stood up unsteadily and she pushed me toward the closet. We have a walk-in closet in our bedroom with a mirror on the door. I hobbled toward the closet as quickly as the bonds on my ankles would permit. She opened the door and inside was a chair which she motioned for me to sit in. Once I was seated, she securely tied me to the chair with rope. She reached down and seized my rock-hard cock in her hand and said, "Don't make a sound until I return. Do you understand?" I nodded my head. She walked out of the closet and closed the door behind her. I was left sitting in the darkness of the closet with a raging erection, not knowing what was next.

Clean Her Pussy With A Tongue

Administrator — Sun, 02 Sep 2007 14:06:34 +0000

Leaning up on
her elbows Melanie commanded “Do it Slave.” Closing my eyes I ran my
tongue along side her right pussy lip. The taste was different but not
bad. I began licking in earnest, once the bloody discharge was gone
and her pussy was clean. I spread her cunt open and darted my tongue
into the center of her hole. The more I ate her the better she tasted.
Melanie even reached down to hold herself open. She moaned for me to
lick her clit. When she orgasmed the flavor of the juices changed.
When she finally had had enough. She reach down and pulled my face up
and said “Enough for now, attach the clean Kotex. You’ll have to
change me again in four hours.”

Female Rules For Her Slave

Administrator — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 14:12:36 +0000

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.
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.

Four Wives With Their Slaves

Administrator — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 13:44:00 +0000

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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.
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

First Meeting Sex Story

Administrator — Sat, 04 Aug 2007 18:43:33 +0000

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 lips press against mine, soft, smooth, warm, alive. We
kiss and kiss again, and a sigh escapes your lungs between kisses.
Your arms tighten about my neck as I hold you ever tighter in my
embrace, my arms slowly massaging your back.

We’re very close, and your pelvis rocks forward, meeting my own.

For the first time, our mouths open and my tongue meets yours, both
tentative, exploring, searching. A moan builds in my throat, and you
capture it with your mouth and return it in kind. We stand there,
afraid to break the embrace, your heart beating faster and faster,
matching mine in intensity.

We break the kiss, loosening the embrace, and look into each others
eyes. You search my face, looking for a sign, afraid of “Stop”, hoping
for “Yield”.

I look down, and reach towards the top button on your shirt. I grasp
it, and undo it while gazing into your eyes. Your breathing has
slowed; you’re afraid to move. Down your shirt I go, undoing button
after button. After I have finished, I draw you close and kiss you
again. Reaching towards your collarbones, I put my palms on your
shoulders, and running my hands over your smooth skin, I push your
shirt off of you and onto the floor.

You are not wearing a bra.

Looking down between us, your already erect nipples brushing against
my chest, you run your hands up and down my waist. I shiver, and we
smile. You pull my T shirt out of my Levi’s and pull it over my head.

Enjoying the feeling of our hands on our backs, we press close again,
your breasts flattening against my chest. We kiss, not hesitating, our
tongues greeting each other like two old friends. Your pelvis presses
mine again, but with a difference… it encounters my stiffening
penis. You chuckle huskily, and wiggle your hips. I smile and tickle
your short ribs. We fall to the bed, giggling.

We roll together and, lying on our sides, embrace again. You throw
your leg over my hip and press your crotch to mine.

Taking the initiative, you kiss your way down my neck, across my
chest, and follow the hair to my navel. You tease me with your tongue,
looking up at me and smiling when I tense in response. Turning back to
your task, you undo the buttons of my Levi’s, one by one, exposing my
cock. You rub it lightly with your fingers, laying my fly open. You
begin to kiss the glans, which makes me start to move my hips. I lift
my ass off the bed, and you pull the jeans down to my knees. Lifting
my legs, you pull them off, taking my socks with them.

The Levi’s land in a heap upon the floor.

You sit back, legs folded under you, facing me from at my feet.
Looking down at your breasts, you reach up, holding them up with your
hands, then slowly rubbing your fingers over your nipples. My cock,
already erect, is beginning to pulse with every beat of my heart, my
breath short as I watch you fondle your nipples.

Ever so slowly, with a saucy smile, you reach down to your white
shorts, pushing them down, taking your panties with them. Your closely
trimmed bush is exposed at last, and you sit back to take your short
off the rest of the way.

They join the Levi’s in the heap on the floor.

You bend over my penis again, taking it into your your mouth. You lick
it, suck it gently, and kiss the glans. I put my hand on your neck,
and you look up. Let me return the favour, I say, and slide down the
bed. You sigh, and straddle my torso, letting your pussy lower slowly
over my eager face.

I run my hands over your smooth ass as you again take my waiting cock
into your mouth. I read down to your pussy lips, already puffy with
passion, and gently hold them apart. Slowly, teasingly, I run my
tongue over your slit, tasting your juices. You moan, involuntarily,
as I lick your damp pussy from back to front and back again. Pulling
your hood back with my fingers, I touch my tongue to your clit for the
first time. You gasp, and my cock pops out of your mouth as you sit
back, pressing your crotch to my face. Your hips begin to move in
small circles as I lick your clit and pussy. Mmmmmmmm.

Turn around, I say, and you swing your leg over my head and position
yourself the other way, knees on either side of my waist. You reach
down, run your fingers into my long hair, and kiss and lick your
juices out my facial hair. I smile and kiss you as much as I can.

Meanwhile, your pussy has been rubbing on my cock, the shaft parting
your lips and your dripping slit lubricating my cock. You are getting
more and more excited, and I pull you up and roll my hips, thrusting
my hard hard cock into the air, pointed at your wet, waiting cunt. My
aim is true, and you impale yourself on my pole, slamming all the way
down.

Simultaneously, I moan and you gasp, almost crying out.

With my cock buried deep inside you, all the way to your cervix, you
wiggle your hips, loving the feeling of my hard cock snug, tight,
inside your warm wet canal. You raise your hips, and begin to move
them up and down, clenching your muscles on the upstroke, relaxing on
the downstroke. This gets me, impossibly, even longer and harder and
you cry out each time my glans thrusts against, and frequently in,
your cervix.

I match you, stroke for stroke, your hair falling about your face as
you gaze down at me, arms locked, hands on either side of my chest. I
reach up, fondle your breasts and you moan even louder when I suck
your nipple between my lips, hard.

You move faster, I move faster, your arms moving to about my neck, my
hands on your shoulders from behind and we slam together, harder and
harder and harder and my cock explodes and I shoot come into your
pussy and I trigger your orgasm and both our hips tremble from the
intensity of it and you collapse onto my chest, my pulsing throbbing
cock still inside you and neither of us can speak.

A minute goes by, two, and you roll off of me to the side, my cock
cool in the naked air, and our breathing slows and the light from the
lamps dances about the walls and ceilings in delight.

–

Electro Domination by Mistress Sativa Rose

Administrator — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 15:18:08 +0000

Electro Sex Domination
Cruel Mistress Sativa Rose puts the juice to nomad in this typically sexy as hell update. She shocks the shit out of his cock but makes it all better with some special oral attention from her super sexy mouth. Watch her sucking him off and making him moan and begging for more. The electro sex continues through restrictive bondage, ass worship and finishes off with nomad tied to a filthy mattress for the dream fuck of his year. Check it out

Asian Mistress domiantes slave boy

Administrator — Fri, 20 Jul 2007 14:19:30 +0000

The very sexy Dragonlily is back and wildbill is her willing victim in a set of sultry dominance that leaves bill begging for release. But first the pain. Dragonlily uses cold steel to stretch his balls and torment his libido, and hard bondage to molest his mouth and throat with a huge dick on a stick. Gagging and drooling, bill begs for a taste of her beautiful tits and she takes pity on him, but quickly turns him over for a brutal ass fucking and torturous hand job.

Slave Of Two Ladies

Administrator — Sat, 24 Mar 2007 08:44:49 +0000

Brenda and Becky have started a house cleaning service.. they are both
young and very pretty.. but rather tall girls.. Brenda is 5′9″ 145 blonde,
blue eyes and Becky is 5′10″ 150 brown hair and eyes.
They started cleaning my apartment several weeks ago and in the
process found some of my books on bondage and female domination…as
well as some of my notes from various telecomm companies
(conversations saved from online meetings). They were real cool about
these things and didn’t let me know they had found them until it was
too late…

The girls had decided that since I was in and out so much, I should
have a key made for them.. after some thought .. I said sure.. and I
did…the girls new my vacation was coming up and that I had planed on
staying around the house during this time… Saturday morning came and
I was awaken by Brenda and Becky just as they closed the handcuffs on
my hands..
“what are you two doing?”
“we know about your fantasies and decided you would spend your vacation as
our slave” the girls said.
and with that they through a robe on me and out the door we went…
when we got to the car… they opened the trunk and through me in…
there I lay in total darkness.. handcuffed and naked except for a robe..
the car started and away they drove.. making several stops…
the last one lasting for about 2 hours before the trunk door opened…
we were at a house that looked to be very secluded..
the girls led me in and took me to the front room where I was
blindfolded..then led down some stairs… the handcuffs were replaced
with leather padded wrist cuffs… my arms stretched up and
connected… then I felt tension as
the cuffs stretched my body to the point that I was on my tip toes..
then the voices were gone… and there i stood (or I should say hung)
for what seemed to be hours..

I didn’t hear anyone enter the room but was shocked when the feeling
of a sharp pain crossed my back.. I gasped from surprise and from
the pain… loosing my footing and dangling by my wrists.. I felt yet
another lash across my back.. I tried to protest but the lashes just
kept coming and I could hear a few snickers from the other side of
the room.. after about 15 lashes… the tension on the wrist cuffs
was released and I was pushed to my knees..
there I felt my hands being attached to a chastiy belt that was being
placed around my waist.. my cock was put into a harness and a butt
plug inserted in my anus.
Still blindfolded I could not see who was doing this but could sense
more than just Brenda and Becky… then someone grabbed my head..
and as a lash went across my back.. I heard a strange female voice
say “open your mouth slave and pay homage to one of your new owners”
again another lash… I slowly opened my mouth..
moments passed and nothing… I kneeled there with mouth open.. not
knowing what to expect… all my fantasies were of one woman having
me in playful bondage for some good sex… i had never thought of
other people or even a stranger using me.. yet here I was in the hands
of an unknown woman.. that is when I got a real shock…
with no notice at all.. a cock was inside my open mouth… a BIG cock
I tried to turn my head and move away…but the hands were holding my
head so tight I could not even wiggle.. I felt the back of my virgin
throat being pounded.. as I gagged… the deeper he pushed it.. and
then the pain on my back started again… and i heard a male voice
say… “whip him until he learns how to make me cum”
I heard another female say.. “may I help you, Sharon?”..
“yes my dear daughter, you may.. grab that cat-o-nine”
daughter I thought… what happened to Brenda and Becky?… as the
girls whipped my back side… the man fucked my mouth… deep and
fast.. then for the first time… I tasted the juice… the juice that
when I had thought of it in reading others ideas had turned my
inside… and yet I knew I was going to have to swallow it..
it seemed like he would never stop squirting his cum.. and as he did,
I heard the daughter say.. “swallow it my slave! Swallow all of it or
spend the night in pain!”
as I slowly gulped… I was releived that this was finally over and
started thinking about the females and what it was going to be like
to lick on the daughter.. she sounded rather young..and that too was
exciting… but then another surprise… another cock was forcing its
way into my mouth.. what is going on here I wondered…

as I listened to the sounds in the room.. i realized there was
several other voices in the distant rooms… several male and female
voices that I had not noticed before…
“you will all get a chance at him.. be patient” said on man
“yes.. and after that … we will have some fun with seeing which
one of you ladies can dish out some whippings.. maybe even a contest
and the winner gets to use out little slave for a few days all to
herself” said Sharon

4 cocks later.. and still no females… only a lash here and there
while the men had their pleasure… then I was tied to a table, face
up… I heard MTV and was left there for about 10 minutes.. when a
woman came to me.. took off the blindfold and whispered in my ear..
“Brenda & Becky explained to me some of your fantasies.. My husband
and I have played these games for years.. and our two daughters and
their husbands also play now..and are swingers.. your in safe hands,
but will be used fully before the night is over.. and will endure
a good deal of pain.. but will not be harmed and I will monitor
the activities to make sure your safe.. by the way.. you will be ours
for a full week.. and I might ad.. we have your singed commitment.”
“what signed commitment?”… she showed me a letter with my signature
on it.. “I don’t remember signing that!!”
“you didn’t she said.. you signed a reciept.. or at least that is
what you thought it was” as she grinned…
“now relax and enjoy.. or I should say endure.. you are about to
experience your next torment”
and with that…she stood up and floped her self onto my face.
now you may be thinking.. sounds nice.. it would have been, except
she was wearing panythose and a dress.. very nice dress..
come to think of it while she was talking to me I noticed everyone
was dressed in semi-formal wear.. everyone.. there had to be at least
20 people.. mostly couples it looked like..
she sat there on my face.. her full weight.. no sex, no nothing but
an occasional pinch on my nipple… she sat there for at least 15
minutes.. then she got up… and it was only a few moments till a
young looking (15ish) girl and another girl (mid 20s looking) came
.. the youngest sat down on my face as if I was not there.. and the
other sat down on my chest… they talked and wiggled.. when I tried
to move my head… I felt a pin or something poked at my nipples..
it didn’t take long to learn not to move…
she must have sat there 2 hours.. watching MTV, talking and moving..
only her weight on my face.. in her mini dress.. all I could feel was
her pantyhose rubbing my face… and she did not lift any of her
weight when she slid around.. my face was numb from the pain..
but all i could do was endure…