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Aside from the mistresses love of keeping their slaves naked and
vulnerable they also used humiliation as a tool in controlling
them. The use of bells on their pierced body parts and the
practice of tieing up the slaves balls and displaying the
stretched organs in full view was just another act of power. Also
dildos were used a lot especially when the end not up the anus
was made to stick out as in the tails used in the equestrian
outfits. The other thing about the dildos up your ass is that it
seems to increase your erection which of course makes your cock
stand straight up and if there is a bell or two attached on the
ring you seem to look that much more ridiculous and therefore
more submissive.

Slave whipped

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.

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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.

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As soon as his convulsions ceased, my wife told him that her
husband would be home any minute and that he had better go. He
quickly thanked her and left the bedroom to collect his clothes
and leave. My wife remained on the bed with her legs spread,
pointed her glistening cunt in my direction. My cock was so hard
now that it felt like I was sitting on a steel pipe. My wife
rose when she knew her visitor had departed and walked over to
the closet. She opened the door and I thought I would soon be
released from my bonds, But I was wrong.

Dominant Wife 3-way story

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