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Dominant houswife

Administrator — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 16:45:18 +0000

When we reached the living room I was led to my Mistress' feet and I kissed them. With my head still on the floor she said that in this house rules were as follows. I was to serve as her foot slave only, most of the time I would be trained as an object on display and used as a table or chair. During all of my waking hours I would be put to use. Every evening, since she entertained a lot and had overnight guests, I would be used as entertainment and whipped for their pleasure. If any of her quests wished I would be taken to their rooms later where they could do as they wished with me.

Slave boy getting fucked

Administrator — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 06:54:49 +0000

My jailer was in charge of my day to day activities. Her other duties included looking after the female slaves that were used for grooming and for the housework. These females were quite young and had been purchased by my Mistress after her Society had deemed them not acceptable for the new world order. They had been observed being subservient to men and chasing after them in their daily lives and this had so enraged the Society that they had kidnapped them and turned them into slaves. Because they were seen as traitors to womanhood they were treated as less than human. In the social order they were ranked less than male slaves. My jailer treated them in this manner and at night you could hear their screams come from the punishment room. Both my Mistress and my jailer took great delight in the continued torture of these young women. They were never seen during the Society meetings, I was the only entertainment then, but on any other night they were put through hell on the special devices that my Mistress had invented to punish their betrayal to womanhood. She had them circumcised and had rings pierced through their pussy lips and then locked the rings together so that they could not masturbate or pleasure each other. Any attempt to have sex together and they would face the most horrible of tortures imaginable. I had heard of these things from the grooming slaves who shaved me every other day.

Mistress Harmony whips and fucks her slave story

Administrator — Tue, 07 Aug 2007 18:19:10 +0000

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 weight. It rested no more than an inch above a box with a metal plate on it's top. In fact, if the girl weren't leaning back and away, her taut breasts pulling at the strap, the weight would rest on the box. The girl arched herself backward, trembling, struggling to keep the weight away from the box. She had good reason to. From the box ran a wire connected to a pole. The pole jutted up from the floor, gleaming metal. It's end, a dildo, was planted deep in the girl's cunt. It was thick and stretched the lips of her pussy wide. It was shiny with her juices. If she slumped forward, relaxing her pose, the weight would drop down onto the box, completing an electrical circuit. When the circuit was completed, the box would send a mild shock to the dildo - just a few volts but enough to make the girl squirm from it's fiery bite. If the weight stayed on the box, the current would continue for twenty seconds, stop for twenty seconds, then start again, and so on, until the connection was broken. So she had a choice, this girl in bondage. She could yank at the strap, causing the clamps to bite at her nipples, or relax and send the shock ripping into her cunt. When that happened, she found that her writhings on the end of her perch set her pussy aflame! She would buck and squirm, and the weight would bob up and down and nick the plate, and then the shock would hit her like a whip lash. But she couldn't take much of the shock, so, in spite of her arousal, she would arch he naked body, pulling the weight away from the box. Back and forth she would sway, slumping from exhaustion, moaning into her gag when she heard the clank of the metal plates making contact, then steeling herself for the shock to her cunt. Her body glistened with sweat. Her hair flailed about her as she shook her head and bit down on the rubber penis in her mouth and willed herself into a balanced posture. The man stood in the doorway watching her. She blushed in shame when he entered, then lost her concentration and slumped forward. Then she arched beautifully and wailed in desperation as the current pulsed into her pussy. She was a hot bitch, naked and bound and whipped into a frenzy by his clever torment. And the fact that she herself determined what happened, in a helpless, tormented way, only added to her stimulation. He was contemplating a new addition to her bondage torment. He rummaged through a dresser and came up with two small boxes, also dangling wires. He connected these wires to two small jacks in the bigger box, then bent down between his captive's splayed legs. "Up on your toes," he commanded. The girl moaned but obeyed, arching up on her toes till her heels cleared the floor. The man slipped one of the smaller boxes under each heel. Each box had a small button on it's top, no more than a half inch from the girl's foot. If she dropped down from her toes, the heel would push the button. "Better stay as you are, my sweet," the man teased. "If either heel touches those buttons, it'll up the voltage to your cunt another notch. Keep your feet down and it'll keep upping the current." The girl groaned deeply in frustration and agony as she heard this. It was hard to stay on her toes with her legs spread so wide and with her torso arched. But she would try. She didn't want the shocks to get any worse. "It's ten o'clock," the man said. "What do you say I leave you here until - oh, I don't know - how about midnight?" The girl looked at him in horror, shook her head no, and moaned into the gag. She wasn't watching the weight as she did this, and it dropped and touched the box. The shock hit her, and she snapped to attention and arched backwards in response. Too far backwards. She got her weight back and dropped off her tiptoes, and her heels - both of them - hit the buttons. She squirmed anew as the current surged a little higher until, after twenty long seconds, it stopped. She was panting, her breath ragged and her nostrils flaring. Even though the current had stopped, she kept squirming on the dildo, aroused, sp hot she didn't care for anything except the orgasm about to burst through her loins. Her writhings took her forward again, and the weight touched down. This shock pushed her over the brink. She would not be denied. Head back, wailing into the gag, fingers scratching at her ass, her hips twitching, she came with an all-consuming violence. Wave after wave rippled through her body, which bucked and writhed in erotic abandon. The man admired the naked beauty spasming before him. Her head was thrown back, and she shook it back and forth as she came. Her blonde mane floated behind her. Her eyes were closed, and a deep, low moan came from her gagged mouth. Her breasts heaved and jiggled, the weight scraped along the box, and her torso writhed delightfully. Her loins pumped furoiusly at the dildo-pole, her juices dripping down it's shiny thick length. She was a spectacle of unchecked eroticism. She was beautiful. She was his. When her climax subsided, she slumped again and fell heavily onto her heels, only to arch upwards again when yet another shock hit. She looked through hooded eyes, her mind and body saturated with the intensity of her pain and pleasure. Her master smiled at her, flicked off the lights, and closed the door, leaving her to her aroused frenzy of torment. "Until one," he thought to himself. "I'll leave her there until one o'clock." By then, he knew she'd be ready for his next little game.

Four Wives With Their Slaves

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

This is a story bursting balls and making pussies go wet – dont miss it
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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.

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Dominant Wife 3-way story

Administrator — Sat, 04 Aug 2007 18:42:43 +0000

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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Fem Dom Gwen Diamond

Administrator — Sun, 29 Jul 2007 15:23:16 +0000

Female Domination
MIP welcomes a new Femme Domme to the site. Gwen Diamond, Mistress Diamond to you, turns the tables on her low life, invertebrate husband and serves up a lesson he will not soon forget. Little billy is hobbled and forced to tear off her stockings and worship her beautiful feet before she allows him the pleasure of sucking her beautiful pussy. He is tortured until she cums and squirts her juices. She whips him till he pleads for mercy before assaulting his tight asshole with her strap on, spilling his hot cum all over himself.

The chemistry between these two shows in all the hot fucking and domination in this update. Welcome aboard, Mistress Diamond.