A Slave with Two Masters
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Part 1, shit faced.
Satisfied by his slave’s torment Michael pushed out his legs and swayed on his chair. The slave now encapsulated by thick lumpy pig shit from head to toe moaned.
?Not at all nice now is it girl, still I reared those pigs for years fattening them up, making sure they were fed regularly just so they produced this absolute foul smelling shit, here why not try some??
It was a rhetorical question not needed to be answered; the slave knew it and Michael too. He picked up the old metal bucket that was brimming with the warm smelly shit and used a garden fork to mix the disgusting concoction.
?Oh yes we’ve got many colours in here from dark green too light yellow, I’ll mix it up rather like cake mix you know the flour, eggs milk. Mmm just think of it as chocolate cake well it retains the colour doesn’t it.
The slave was ready to wretch he had worse to come, Michael laughed and eventually after some more stirring used a table spoon to fish out a big spoonful of shit. It dripped as he carefully moved it into view of the slave, drops specking over the floor.
?Say hello too your new diet boy!?
If the slave had been in a position to move he would have, but the restraints held him down effectively and he had little movement with his head. His long training had taught him not to disobey his master and when the orders came he complied.
?Push out that tongue as far as you can boy.? This was beyond humiliation for the slave it was the up most degradation and in the subjective manner in which he was being abused there was nothing worse in life he had gone through.
The smell knocked him back, and he felt his stomach begin to churn. Michael left his slave on the edge by casually letting the spoon turn at and angle which would have let the shit drip off and onto the tongue of his slave. But each time he carefully turned it upright again and thereon repeating the process. Michael was really enjoying himself,
?Right here she comes.? He said eagerly and let the shit fall onto the boy’s tongue, ?Keep it in that mouth cunt boy no swallowing, chew it chew it up well and good!?
?Soon you’ll be eating my shit regularly, daily even! When me and the family sit round for drinks and dinner, you’ll be seated on the floor with the dog bowl. Do you understand yet? It’s all you are and all you will be a shit eating fourteen year old faggot boy, sounds like we have some fun times ahead of us I know I do anyway.?
He said chuckling at his remarks, he spooned the boy more shit this time thrusting it into his mouth and whizzing around the spoon so his slave’s taste buds could appreciate all of the horrid flavours.
?Mmm that’s some good pig shit eh boy??
?Yes master.? He replied confronting the fact that he had just stated his enjoyment for a substance that came out of a stinking pig’s asshole.
?And would you like your master to feed you some more, or how about a pint of pig urine??
A large jug was to one side on the barn table it was filled with piss and a very yellow colour rather like human piss in fact just from pigs. The slave debated whether to agree or just carry on mulling away as his master carried on spooning shit from the bucket.
?I’ll help you out if you like make it easy! Just have both! Easy as that, after I see you’ve had a sufficient amount of pig shit, we’ll swish it down with the piss.?
The taste was horrible he felt like he was going to be sick, and now with the added knowledge of piss to look forward too he well and truly did.
?Don’t you dare barf that up boy back down??
Michael clasped shut the slave’s mouth, ?all of it get it down, chew boy chew.?
?You should see yourself right now boy, so pretty, here why don’t we try a facial a stinking pig shit facial now you really will be covered in shit from head to toe.?
The slave wasn’t stupid and knew exactly what his master meant he tried to focus on something different, anything but to no avail. Michael retrieved a much larger spade the type usually used for garden digging. He hauled a huge amount of the shit onto it, and being fresh as it was straight from the asses of his prime pigs the concoction of smells really did stink out the barn.
The slave murmured he’d finished the last of his spoonfuls and now horrified that another load perhaps a hundred times more than before was being poured over his face and into his mouth. Sick!
?You’re making me hard boy, really hard that shit covered face, awww its perfect.?
He stated whilst cupping the slave’s balls with his hands and manipulating them. The boy yelped which in turn made him open his mouth further all the while more and more shit was covering his face. His muffled sounds only spurred on Michael who by now was getting well into his fourteen year old slave boy’s humiliation.
?If only there was a camera here, lights camera action! Damn this stupid farm, still all the while better for when we get home. Think how your friends in school will feel when I send pictures of you in the most degrading ways to all of there emails. And your parents, doesn’t bare thinking about does it eh????
If the boy could have he would have moved his head from one side to other in utter horror. But the large pile of Faeces just tumbled down from either side.
?A shit mountain that’s one way to sum you up at this moment Slave?Oh no wait do you remember as a kid when mummy and daddy would take you too the beach? No answer oh well?.?
As he was coated in the shit it was pretty much impossible for him to respond.
?Anyway I’ll continue well it’s just like that now being buried in the sand but instead shit, just marvellous.?
As the slave threw back more and more of the slimy shit into his mouth he felt his stomach turn awfully. He tried his best efforts to stop the nausea and cramps not to mention the taste which was leading to another vomiting.
Michael heard the boy moan in pain could he even breathe?
By now his face was fully engulfed in shit and his body too. A meter or so was covering him and at that point Michael thought enough was enough he didn’t wish to kill his slave that would be too cruel I mean where was the fun going to come from then? He quickly placed some garden gloves on and pulled away at the mound, a moment or two later Michaels faced reappeared.
?Thought your master was going to let you suffocate did you? Really now that would be a tragedy and only fourteen years old! You’re damn lucky I didn’t, thank me!?
The slave coughed his little nostrils now cleared of the brown mess, he sniffled tears forming at each corner of his eyes.
?Awwww you ok did master upset the little boy; here why not give me a kiss??
?Why are you doing this master I’m just a kid you know, ever since you took me that day after school I’ve been scared so scared, you won’t kill me will you master??
Michael hung his head in pity, ?Firstly why am I doing this too you, hmmm well maybe because I enjoy it you understand? Maybe it’s to do with the fact that you are just so adorable, that frilly blonde hair those sultry eyes, the fact your fourteen. I just could not let this chance pass up, your mine now and never forget that. Forget about what you knew and had, parents friends there gone!?
And then the tears did pour cascading down his freckly cheek, he was scared just so frightened and Michael loved it!
?And kill you oh no I think we need to work on that by the time your fifteen I will have you so conditioned thoughts like that will be unthinkable. And when I say kiss Jesus don’t think I’m having those lips in my mouth covered in old stinking piggy shit, I meant my fingers! Kiss my fingers?
He guided the yellow garden gloves to his slaves mouth- ?Now be a good girl and lick my fingers clean, I’m not taking these off covered in shit that’s your job! Now that can’t be too difficult for you now can it? Bathed in shit, you’ve tasted it and even your little stomach is full of it, but as things go you’ll finish the job!?
The slave continued to weep as he finished off the rest of the humiliating task he was in total shock of what he’d just heard this was criminal but his master was so big and more intelligent than he was escape?well?only a miracle would save him now!
Part 2, the machine drilled kid.
?Here he is!? A voice from the shadow shouted, ?Come on through, look slave.? Michael asked the boy, he sulked and waved his face pleading with his eyes not to enter the cabin. Michael stood in the shadow and gently ran his finger over the remote control in his hand.
?Don’t tempt me boy, it will be just too easy, I’ll count to three, one?two?!?
The slave quickly paced forward into the dimmed light of the cabin, where Michael waited and then they both stood in silence Michael now gradually edging his hand away from the remote.
?Anything but that master just anything.?
Around his waist the boy had a tight metal band, unsuspecting to the onlooker but Michael had positioned a pump dildo in the confines of the boy’s tight ass, if ever he disobeyed quick, erratic shocks of electricity would be sent through his body, with the main region of pain being endured in his pussy. Before they had taken the short ride to this unfamiliar cabin in the desolate and rather unmanned region of the county Michael had administered a series of shocks to the boy.
?You’ve been warned.? Michael shouted.
Along the ground and when his gaze had adjusted to the low light the slave was shocked at the mess of a boy which was crammed onto the floor, and with the added perturbed knowledge that he was in some serious pain.
?That’s horrific.? Said the boy, ?I know the very reason I brought you up here. ? replied Michael ?You see this is another of my projects which I have been working on, and Jesus the smell just knocks you sick doesn’t it! It sure did and the slave covered his mouth with his t-shirt repulsed at the sight before him.
?One thing you will come to learn is that I’m not your typical child molester, you know the clich?d way in which society perceives people like me, well in your case that might be true, cute little boy like your self. Though I like to indulge in more extreme fun, take Benjamin here for instance- .?
?He’s fat master!? The slave said horrified, if you were to see the young fourteen year old at this moment in time you could have sworn a massacre had just occurred or something.
?I know he is that’s because I’ve been fattening him up?.?
?Why, you won’t do that to me will you, you said you wouldn’t kill me.?
?We went over this before and if you don’t learn to shut that mouth and not ask questions maybe I will do this to you or even worse.? The slave gulped. Before them the fat lard of a boy squirmed, soft murmurs escaped his mouth but little more, it was as though he was paralysed, broken from speech. At the corners of his mouth spittle fell down his cheeks.
?He’s been here for two weeks now and two weeks, rotting on the floor like that in his own shit. I have a servant who tends to his feeding once a day and that’s it!?
The boy was naked, sixteen, seventeen at the most, he looked underdeveloped for his age, his visible cock and balls were hairless and even childlike, the scrotum it’s self overshadowing his cock in terms of size. Without warning his two shackled feet began to retract upwards as a noisy machine began to function. Gradually his legs were pulled up almost vertical and he had to balance nearly his whole weight on his neck.
Michael pushed the slave forward; he was very scared and was oblivious to what would happen next!
His bottom hadn’t been washed for almost the whole duration of his stay on the floor of the cabin, the slave used his common sense and realised he hadn’t been washed at all. Stinking shit which was crusty fell off his ass lips and some of the older faeces had turned funny shades of yellow and green.
?Don’t hurt him, please.? Wailed the slave ?zap, zap, zap.?
?Awwwwww, nooooooo? Michael pressed down on the remote and sent a serious of vigorous shots right to the bowels of his boy.
?I told you now shut up and watch.? Michael shouted at the boy as he came back to his original state he panted and his breathing was heavy, he tried to look away but a stiff pinch in the back of his neck and he looked forward again.
?You better watch this boy.? ?I will I’m sorry I will? the slave responded he was more interested in his own welfare than that of the fat slob in front of him, still he had morals and was disgusted at what his eyes were now seeing. Without a second to think and his mind still in a whirl, a very large dildo perhaps thirteen or fourteen inches gradually transfixed it’s self at the hole of the boy’s pussy. It had swung down from the ceiling on a mechanical arm, which in turn was fixed to an electric generator beside the boy.
?Oh Jesus!? the slave screamed he had never seen such brutality, to Michael and other people in the underground world of sex abduction and slavery this was nothing but a stroll in the park, to a fourteen year old boy the matter was extremely difficult to comprehend.
Suddenly the huge dildo thrust itself up inside the fat kid’s pussy hole, it rammed in so fast that the slob had no time to think, at once his titties began to bounce up and down. Only then did the slave realise that the boy’s nipples had been attached to metal cords, and on these were two piercing holes through either nipple. It had stretched them beyond belief.
?Fancy that eh slave fourteen inches of prime dildo fucking his ass, looks yummy doesn’t it!?
He laughed whilst the pour fat kid squealed like a pig, even his voice sounded girlish to the slave.
This continued for what seemed like an eternity the slave could have easily vomited, though the morning session of shit eating really took the medal on that part.
?Would you like me to do that to you?? Michael asked, in a humorous way, he smiled wickedly.
The slave shook his head in utter disagreement, ?Please no, not that nothing; none of this let me go.? It had all got to him and with the notion of the terrible noise of the mechanical arm pumping, and the large dildo thrusting its way into the fat kids ass and his wailing accompanying that, the slave fainted!
?Splash, splash.? Michael threw a pale of water onto his slaves face, and gradually the slave returned from his dizzy state, he looked disorientated. Then it returned still that machine was humming, still the dildo was working its way up into the gut of the fat kid.
?Too much to take huh?? he said, there was a silence and the slave pounced to his feet wobbling as he regained consciousness. Then he fell back down, ?Yeah stay on that floor faggot and listen just listen to those screams brilliant isn’t it.?
The wailing of the boy was like a pig caught on barbed wire which had embedded in its hooves, perpetually ringing within the cabin and the slaves ears.
?Every day for the last two weeks for half an hour, then only a short interval between fuckings that dildo’s been working his hole. Just listen the fat fucker’s gone crazy.? The sadistic Michael stated, he laughed fiercely, the bellows coming from within his sick mind.
?And all for my enjoyment cool eh?.?? The slave nor responded to his masters latest remark and instead curled up into a smooth ball, how cute!
?Awww is the baby all upset is this too much for him to handle??
?What will happen to me?..master.? he asked, Michael crouched down to the boy and freely yanked his head upwards so the two of them came into view, and eye contact.
?What would you like to happen dear boy??
?To go home and never see you again, go back with my family and friends.?
?I was all but too sure you’d say that but I’m afraid that just won’t do, this is the last time I’ll tell you this boy, you are mine forever so get used to it.?
With that announcement Michael quickly administered a fainting technique to the boy’s shoulder blade the type used by the American government. Within seconds the boy fell into a daze and became immobile. Michael dragged him out of the cabin, with the perpetual screams of the fat kid sounding out around the room. He was in for a long night and a further two weeks of fucking. By the end of the month’s session he really would have a slave fit for sale. Well Mr. Arbivati wanted none other than a fucked up, cunt stretched, fat slob of a kid to play with, and he was prepared to pay good money!
Part 3, Benjamin meets the nephew.
?Down boy down! Did I ever tell you that you a freaking maniac.? The tall kid rushed over to see Benjamin full of excitement, ?He’s just so cute Uncle damn were you pick him up??
Michael retrieved a notebook from his pocket and for a moment deterred himself from his nephew’s sexual antics as he looked through his client base.
?See what I mean so fucking impatient!? He skimmed through his client base and noticed that he had an appointment with a client tonight Mr. Malik at his manor house.
?You know I can’t tell you where I pick my boys sweet nephew you’ll learn when you’re a bit older, in time my boy.?
Benjamin tried to scurry off away from the tall kid’s grasp, backing himself up into the corner of the dark room that the three of them were in.
?Don’t back off from my nephew when he wants to touch you, have some god damn manners.?
The boy prodded and poked at Benjamin all over his body, picking at his nipples from within his t-shirt, ?Awww he’s so cute uncle can I have a play with him tonight.?
?Yes why not I’m happy very happy in fact! You know Mr. Malik he’s only gone and ordered another one and I think it’s the red head kid Alfie that he’s got his eye on. And we don’t say no to rich Arabian men. Not when they give you personal access to their aeroplanes and boats oh no that could come in handy. Can you imagine it my sweet nephew me and you aboard the St. Chistine being tended to by a couple of slave boy’s perfect.?
?Yeah that would be sweet, sweeter if this little play thing was with us, damn I’m horny.? He responded, ?I was fifteen once, I know how you feel.? Michael said whilst pouring two glasses of port for them both.
?Anyway uncle you didn’t answer my question can I have him for the night then? Whilst you’re away at the manor, see what the little shit has to offer.? By running his fingers along the backside of Benjamin’s ass the boy suddenly felt very nervous.
?Feel’s tight, is he fucked uncle?? Benjamin winced as the lanky boy flicked at his tender cheeks, he daren’t speak or move so terrified of Michael and now his nephew who was administering pain to his soft skin.
?I say I’ll fuck you if you try and fuck him got it Jake.?
The boy stamped his feet on the hard marble floor, ?Then at least let me give him some punishment anything really I just want to see him naked, that could be a start!?
?No worries just keep that pussy fresh and untouched, play with another boy if you like, Servant is tending to feeding at the moment, give it an hour and fuck Ashley or something.? Little did Benjamin know but Ashley was the fat slob of a kid who he had seen just two weeks earlier.
?Not that fucked out trash, I know my dick’s big but Jesus, try sticking a freakin baseball bat up that boy’s chute and he still wouldn’t feel it. ?
?Very well just not rough with my new slave got it, one piece I want him in one piece when I return from the manor this evening. Not like last time he’s still recovering you know.?
Benjamin stayed silent thankful that his master was acting strangely kind and rather curious about this other boy but scared at the same time.
?I thought we weren’t going to mention that night again, it’s a shame I really enjoyed it and you too.?
?Yeah and did you enjoy fleeing when the police got involved?? There was a silence, his uncle continued, ?We’re lucky I know people in high places Jake or maybe it would be your ass getting fucked in prison now and not those two boy’s we framed, think of that.?
?Well I guess your right.? He responded. ?I always am, now I’ll see you two later but before I go Benjamin a big kiss from you!?
The boy sheltered his little body and bore no expression except for the fidgeting of his hands he was so anxious and the sweat had built up profusely. He trotted forward on his little toes and guided his lips to his master’s mouth, ?Not there faggot, there!? He pointed to his crotch where a large bulge tightened the jeans from beneath.
?Do as he says boy you might as well it will be me later you’re servicing, got it!?
Benjamin crouched down to waist height and fumbled at the opening to his master’s jeans. ?Use your teeth no hands!? He slapped away the boy’s soft hands and with a warning snapped at his fingers, ?Here Jake take the remote!? He handed the excited boy the same remote Michael had used earlier, by now the pain had subsided in Benjamin’s ass hole but one press and ?Zap, Zap.?
?I just had to uncle it was so tempting.? Benjamin writhed and after a few more ?Zaps? from the remote he began to feel weak.
?Give me that fool.?
?Uncle!!!? he moaned.
?If you can’t use it properly you won’t use it at all.? He snatched the remote from his hands and flung it across the room to the couch.
?Come on show your master some love give my dick a big wet kiss.? He ordered the boy.
Benjamin tugged at the zipper with his teeth using his two front teeth too grasp a hold of it. After a few attempts he eventually tugged it down to the notion of Michael’s cock prodding further forwards.
He reached down and yanked on the boy’s neck thrusting his face forward into his groin.
?Just suffocate him uncle that could be fun!?
Michael ruffled the kid’s soft hair, whilst the lanky Jake flicked at his ears.
?Ha-ha he’s like a fucking play toy for us uncle, watch me flick his ears just like he’s a toy doll or something.? Jake’s pursuit of humiliation for Benjamin really ticked the boxes. It did seem strange for the not so long ago innocent boy, he’d gone from innocent school boy, to within a matter of days a shit covered, shit eating slave. Who had watched the extreme fucking of a fat slob kid and now for the first time he was about to take a cock in his sweet mouth.
?Lick the pre cum up!? A small amount of it had built up at the end of Michaels cock and it glistened with the light.
?Don’t keep my uncle waiting.? Said Jake as he slapped the kid’s ears, they began to ring out, ?Slap, slap, slap.? He continued. Benjamin poked out his little tongue just a few centimetres from the cock head. It was so bulbous and large, it was a deep purple colour and he could now see the thick veins that ran down the length of it.
?That’s it ohhh yeah. Show me your tongue.? Benjamin innocently opened his mouth into full view which gave Jake a plan. Without warning he hocked up a large green mass of mucous and spit it directly onto the boy’s tongue. Sick!
?Don’t move away?? Commanded Michael, and he forced shut the boy’s mouth, ?Swallow it all!?
?You’ll be swallowing much more by the time I’m through with you kid.? Jake said viciously.
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A few weeks go by, we are all packed and headed for the airport. Omar's private jet taxis over to us, the door opens and the ladder comes down,we go inside. Anna is wondering who we know who has their own jet. Hours and hours later we are landing in Dubai. The limo picks us up then a hour later we are at Omar’s palace. Omar comes out and escorts us into his living room, there sits Sasha and Jane in their burkas. Omar introduces everyone, then says Anna it is so nice to meet you, I...
With one man on each limb, I was picked up and manhandled onto the chair.With my mouth gagged I tried my best to beg for them not to, but there wasnothing I could do. Swiftly they set to strapping me in, cuffs over the wrists,a thick, tight leather belt around my waist, straps all up my chest, aroundmy ankles. Within a few moments my naked body (except for my steel chastitydevice and collar) was locked into the chair, which itself was bolted to thefloor in the warm, damp dungeon. The Leather...
Pixie's Master was in a bad mood. There was a reason, however Pixie knew it wasn’t her place to ask. Her place was for her Master's use. She existed only for his pleasure and amusement, but she also was a way for him to calm down. She was happy she could give him that release. “Go to the dungeon slave” her Master commanded, “ chain yourself, on your back, legs spread, ankles and wrists!” “Please excuse this worthless slave's question Master, but do you wish her to be...
Hilda s two Masters 1 of 13 Hilda s two Masters 1 of 13 SYNOPS: Hilda is a submissive girl in her very early twenties. When her boyfriend and Master break up with her she meet by chance a new Master. She later in her story ends up in a situation where her Master shares her as a slave-girl with a friend of him. She had to serve two Masters, but only enjoy the one of them herself, at the other?s feet it is duty and obedient service.Her Master knew a scientist who is working in a new...
The next day continued in much in the same manner as her first full day on the ship had. When Brianna woke up she immediately felt the slave collar around her neck. It immediately confirmed her slave status to her and the fact that she had an owner. Brianna was then forced to use the chamber pot in full view of her Master. It was still as humiliating as it was the first time. After feeding her, again on the floor, some cleaning supplies were brought in. Just as Brianna was done her cleaning,...
Masters Slut A weekend at Masters ?Part one??Come? He snapped his finger at her then pointed down to the spot beside him where he wanted her to be. She started to rise. ?Not like that Slut, crawl to me and make sure your leads in your mouth, then drop the lead in my hand? Getting back on all fours Cindy picked up her lead of the floor and holding it between her teeth started crawling back towards her Master, her long blonde hair restricting her view, her arse waggling invitingly in the...
Arab Masters and MistressesBy Sonya EsperantoE-mail: [email protected]’s Note:The story is set in 2028AD. But the background of this story is that somewhere in 2016, the United States elected a very staunch Islamophobic right-wing Christian Republican figure to become its President, while Russia, the vast European countries, India and even China had elected equally staunch anti-Islamic leaders to solve what was perceived in their time period to be the...
The Case Files of Cindy Masters, Dyke Detective This Episode: A Chance Encounter - Part Three This Episode: A Chance Encounter - Part Three Masters is the name. Cindy Masters. I'm a detective. I get $50 a day and expenses, $75 if I can get it. I lay back on the weight bench and placed my feet behind the leg brace for a few chest flies. My eyes darted about the room like a fly looking for a warm beer. The Case Files of Cindy Masters, Dyke Detective This Episode: A Chance...
I've found the wildest BDSM checklist ever. I'm very much a subbie and a bit of a masochist but only to *proven" Dom men and Masters.Are you looking for full time D/s or P/t: 24/7 when husband is away from home (usually 2-3 wks at a time)Are you a SUB or SLAVE: I am a sub but would easily become a mans slaveDo you Smoke: I do notDo you Smoke POT: How Much: I don’td**g User: How Much: I do notDo you Drink: How Much: I do notYour Name your Phone # Clare Ransome and only real contacts that would...
“Strip,” I say to you as we stand in my basement, converted to a space dedicated for sexual play. You do not reply, but simply obey as you begin removing your clothes. You fold and set your top and bottoms on the area I have designated for your clothing. You return to your place, naked from head to toe. I take a moment to look your body over. I circle you, taking you in from every angle. I notice your breasts, large and curvaceous, nipples already perky. As I walk behind you my eyes fall to...
BDSMHere I will lay out how I, William Steelforth, progressed from the unqualified slavery enthusiast I was in high school to the qualified slavery advocate I had become as managing partner of the agency which bore my name. After high school, the next opportunity to have an animated exchange about my ideas with a teacher came in a discussion with Professor Petersen, my philosophy teacher, in my sophomore year of college. Unlike my high school civics teacher, he was actually a proponent of...
Master Rewards his Cunt PigI had been Master’s property for over two years before he rewarded me with my number one sexual fantasy for being such a good slave. Over the past two years I had been my Master’s slave in training. Within the first two months I was ordered to move in with him so my training could progress to being full time and my only priority in life. I was thrilled beyond belief when Master told me this was going to happen and as of this point I had formally become His...
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Introduction: A married woman, basically seduced by a young man. What could be sexier than that? Mmmm&hellip, its morning already? Denise stretched and sat up. Her legs were feeling a little numb from last night. She gently moved her legs over to the edge of the bed and slowly stood up. Woah&hellip, Looking at her clock she noticed that it was 11:24 a.m. She shrugged and made her way to the en suite. She turned on the shower, used the bathroom and brushed her teeth before cleaning her body...
Masters Janet L. Stickney [email protected] Within the cold pages of history lie the secret of the Masters, those people that had conquered the realm of the impossible. With potions and herbs, incantations spoken in lustrous voices, fire, and a bit of showmanship, they conjured the forces of nature, creating possibilities out of what seemed like nothing, and the people, knowing the great power they had, would often call on them to right wrongs, cure the sick and the lame, or...
As the last guests leave, we both sigh a little. It's fun having people over, but it's nice having the place to ourselves. Almost to ourselves. One guest is staying overnight. Will, a friend of a friend, in town for a couple of days was going to stay at a hotel, but we both insisted he stay with us. Devious intentions? Maybe. I watched you flirting with him earlier, the attraction obvious. He easily joined in when the conversation turned dirty, making his own lewd remarks, making you blush a...
The Gypsies and their Gadje MastersBy Sonya Esperanto [email protected]:The Beginning:It was a Gypsy Community, somewhere in Canada. The Canadian Government took in many gypsies from Europe, back in the late 1990s. Many of these gypsies were living in Vancouver?s outskirts. But like how they lived in Europe, they lived the same way in Canada: caravans and tents.The Gypsies still scared a lot of people, especially the fact that Canadians are well read in news and media...
Ms Masters looked up from her laptop as she heard someone coming into the locker room. Normally this was her free period, so she had not been expecting anyone. In fact, she had just finished catching up on her email and was about to unlock her private directory, when she heard someone enter. Moving out into the main locker area, she saw Niki and her friend Cyndi by Niki’s locker, the blonde haired girl helping Niki out of her robe. “What are you two doing?” “Oh, um, Niki kinda made a mess...
I thought he was done for the night after my last orgasm. I think that was my 13th orgasm or maybe be 15th. I am not sure how many times he made me come that day. I lost count somewhere along the way. I couldn’t sense him around me. I think he left the room again after my last orgasm. There I was, fully naked, cuffed to the bedpost, exposed and vulnerable, waiting for him like the wanton slut I am. Suddenly his voice tore through the silence of the room, startling me and waking me from my noisy...
"I just can't believe he cheated on me," Cheryl sighed. "I mean, we just got married, you know?" I nodded sympathetically. We'd spent much of the afternoon talking about BDSM, or I'd talked, I should say. Cheryl had asked a lot of questions and I'd done my best to answer them. But her mind kept wandering back to James and his infidelity. It was going to take some time before she could forgive him We were sitting at a small round table in a hotel bar after our lunch, the same hotel...
The Grande Masters & Sissies Cotillion (travel day-part1) (Sissy slave Moxie and Master Marku travel to a gay resort on Lake Michigan to get ready for an indulgent weekend of debauchery and fun.) Master is at the head of the airplane. He is business class. I am back in steerage. Economy ticket is all this sissy deserves. I'm very excited. I don't get to travel much, and this weekend is soooooo much fun. I'm sitting in the window seat, kind of getting squished by some, college...
BondagePanty raider to slave boy. A fantasy of women using a man. Part oneBob was a first year at college and wanted to join the fraternity zeta beta and had been accepted eventually to undergo initiation into the fraternity. Many had been turned down by the seniors and the last test to get as far as being allowed to pledge had embarrassed Bob as he had to strip naked and run around a football pitch and then rub himself hard while the seniors laughed at him and the other lads many of whom had either...
Hello readers, I live in Pune and am back in the continuation of my previous story ‘Complete Slave To My Master’. To give a brief background of the story, I and my girlfriend used to live in a live-in relationship. After a regular and boring sex life, we thought to spice it up by trying new sort of relationship (Master-Slave). The first 3 stories contain details on how I seduced Vibha to agree for this relationship and how we continued and enjoyed this new world of domination. This small...
101 ideas to make Your slave feel Owned (i.e. loved)One of the main factors, for me in feeling truly Owned is to be constantly reminded throughout the day of Master's control. These reminders can be subtle or really obtrusive. The more often a slave is reminded of her submission, the deeper it becomes....and the more fulfilling. So here are some ideas You might want to try... And no matter what rules You decide to make Your own, please....be consistent. If You are unwilling to take the time to...
A site calling itself POV Masters is staking a big claim right from the title. There are at least a dozen other paysites out there focusing on the first-person perspective, giving you a porn-stud’s-eye view of blowjobs, doggystyle sessions and other good times. What’s so special about this next site that makes them masters of the craft? Is it just another bullshit brag, or do their movies really make you feel like you’re banging a pornstar?POVMasters.com offers premium porn that puts right in a...
Premium POV Porn SitesThe next morning my secretary advised me Greg Masterson was on the line. When I picked up he greeted me warmly and said he had a business proposition for me and would I be free for lunch that day? I was intrigued and readily agreed, quickly rescheduling another appointment. With Masterson it was best to accommodate to his schedule. I arrived at his favorite restaurant on the Upper East Side near Central Park. It was the same restaurant where I had my original fateful meeting with him to...
The Case Files of Cindy Masters, Dyke Detective This Episode: A Chance Encounter - Part Two by Trapper Jock McIntyre I got to Won Huong-Lo's and ordered a bowl of chop suey. Won was a chubby looking guy with a basket between his legs that resembled a hamster munching on carrot, a sight that made me give thanks for the fact that at least I can pick and choose the contents of my Fruit of the Looms. As I sat there chasing some rice around the plate with my chopsticks, Won came out of the...
Hello friends, I live in Pune and writing a story which is a fiction but someday would like this to be turned true. Please send your feedback on and any girl who wish to make this story true, please mail me on above id. I and my girlfriend are living happily in a live-in relationship. We have a good understanding amongst us and good sex life. It has been 2 years and wanted to try some new things to keep our relationship warm. My girlfriend – Vibha (name changed) once had gone to her parent’s...
Michael was in his mid 40s. He was amazed and relieved to be in his new country and his new community in a place that somewhat reminded him of his homeland Germany. Now he was in Tennessee close to the mountains he loved and more importantly in the country away from any big city and more importantly away from any large law enforcement agency that might look a little too close at his past. He believed he deserved a new chance to put his crimes behind him and get a fresh start. He was stunned by...
HYPNOTIC MASTER AND THEN SLAVE HYPNOTIC MASTER AND THEN SLAVE Pamela was the sexiest girl in the office.? She always wore thigh high black or dark brown boots to accentuate her sexy legs, and a short min skirt.? Her blouses or sweaters were always tight to show off her breast.? She had a cute face with red hair always done in a classic style.? But all this great packaging was not the thing that made Pamela so sexy.? It was the way she acted. Pamela was one of those girls who had a...
The summer before last I bumped into a Dom at Silverdaddies.com who lives in the Poconos - about an hour's drive North of where I live - who has a very private, secluded cabin in the woods and who said he 'owned' a slave and that he needed assistance in training. This slave was a good looking older guy with a great body. He was completely shaved and smooth. The Dom I think had exhausted himself trying to keep up with the desires of this slave and was looking for help in meeting the slave’s...
During my rant, I mentioned that I received eight messages on the app (it is a gay hookup app, you can email me if you'd like to know which one I use). Seven of the eight were from guys saying "Hey" with blank profiles. Usually I reply to "Hey", with "That is what horses eat." Most of the time, the lazy moron on the other end doesn't get it. The eighth messaged I received was from a guy whose profile was complete. He had half a dozen photos of himself, including several face pics,...
After my online rant (on my blog) about guys on online hookup apps making no effort, I need to share with you guys what happens when someone makes some effort.During my rant, I mentioned that I received eight messages on the app (it is a gay hookup app, you can email me if you'd like to know which one I use). Seven of the eight were from guys saying "Hey" with blank profiles. Usually, I reply to "Hey", with "That is what horses eat." Most of the time, the lazy moron on the other end doesn't...
Gay MaleHello Readers, I live in Pune and am back in continuation of my previous story ‘Complete Slave To My Master’. Please go through the first 2 stories story to understand the background of the BDSM. Since we had a good time last night and it was a weekend, I woke up a little late and Vibha was still sleeping. Since both of us were nude, I started playing with Vibha’s body. Pressing her boobs and fingering her pussy and kissing her back. This made her awake and she also started moaning and turned...
Masters School for Boys and Girls Entrance Exam Marcia Summers watched her foster parents? car drive away down the long graveled lane by which they had arrived, and she looked up at the immense black man in a custodial uniform grinning down at her. He was bald and very dark skinned, with muscles that bulged seemingly everywhere. He stood nearly a foot and a half above her 5?1? petite frame. He placed his hand on her shoulder while barely bending his elbow. ?This way girl,? he said in a deep,...
Her Yoga Trainer Mike left, with a kiss on the cheeks, and sweat drying up on his forehead. He always has a smirk on his face, that says , "I love how you suck my dick making spew my load down you lengthy throat, and ride me like a cowgirl until you bucking; moaning, "white master, fuck me harder. please make me cum, don't stop, Stahop, Stahop, Stahop." "where i let my load go deep in your dripping wounds.". I get jealous of that smirk because i be wishing it was me. Mike was about...
Hello master and mistress , I am your sissy slave Arvind alias Ananya . I am novice in story writing so please ignore my grammatical mistakes . I am working in a private firm , I am a regular visitor ISS . I really fond of gay story and submissive and feminine character story . Read many stories related to above topics and loved to be sissy sex slave to any man (masters) and women (mistress) . Let me come to the story , due to this interest I started chatting with guys to be my master and treat...
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