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An apprentice Master asked to visit me and I agreed. I suggested
he stay in a motel within easy walking distance and come
over to my place at around 6pm.

When he arrived he was wearing a black sleeveless muscle
shirt and grey pants. He was around fifty but with a solid
body and judging by the hairs on his arms a reasonably hairy
one.

He introduced himself as an apprentice who believed the
time had come for a senior Master such as myself to agree
that he had graduated and could now call himself a Master.

he talked a lot and as I went through the bag he had handed
me containing the tools of his trade I began to wonder how
this brash (would be master) might look without his clothing
and hanging by his wrists from the exposed beam that ran
the length of my lounge.

The bag contained many coils of rope, a gag, hood, whips,
butt plugs and an assortment of vicious looking nipple
clamps.

I noticed that there were no handcuffs and asked him how
he immobilised his slaves and what he did with them.

He told me he was a rope Master and took off his top exposing
a good lightly hairy body but what surprised me was that
it was crisscrossed with tight knotted rope, (Japanese
style) which disappeared below the waist band of his trousers.

I admired the way the tight ropes around the chest in particular
forced his tits and nipples to thrust forward and immediately
began to daydream about what I might like to do with them
if I could trick him into becoming my slave.

I asked him to show me the rest of the tie by stripping off
his trousers but he refused pointing out that doing so would
make him no better than a slave and that as a master that would
never happen.

I just smiled and nodded thinking my chance would come sooner
or later.

He then pointed out that the body tie he was wearing did not
constrain him in any way and that he wore it to show off how
he ties his slaves and explained that it goes all the way
down the front is knotted just above the cock and tightly
below the balls before being pulled through the legs and
wrapped around the top of the thighs. Thus leaving his slaves
arse and crack clear and available to their Master.

I asked him once again to show me and again he refused.

He then, following my eyes, spotted the exposed beam and
bragged that he often vertically suspended his slaves
from such a beam. I asked how given the absence of leather
cuffs and he replied that he did it with rope.

He was so full of himself and his abilities that when I asked
him how that would work he proceeded to show me how with my
help he could wrap a length of rope up to six times around
the wrist and knot it off so that it is tight enough not to
be able to slip over the hand but loose enough to be able to
slip a second very short length of rope through all of the
coils and tie it off forming a closed loop that when pulled
gathered all the other rope coiled about the wrist.

This little demo left him still free and still full of himself
as he pulled on the small loop which were it to be placed over
a hook would leave the wrist tightly trapped and unable
to be freed unless the other hand could be used to slip it
off the hook.

I saw my chance and was full of admiration and asked if I could
try that on his other wrist to see that I could do it right.
With his expert (if very boastful tutoring) I got it right
and pulling reasonably hard on the small loop on that wrist
noted with satisfaction that while he was still free. Both
wrists now had ties in place.

Enjoying myself I asked him if the same system worked on
the ankles and he immediately sat on my couch and set about
looping another rope several times around the left ankle.
I kept telling him how clever he was as I did the same to his
right ankle and how I had never seen anything like this before
in all my years as a Master and marvelled at how simple rope
could be used so well.

When he had finished and stood. I asked if the rope on the
wrists might not cause rope burns if indeed it was required
to take a portion of the slaves weight.

He fell for it and told me to throw a rope over the beam and
pull him onto his tip toes. I did as he said using his right
wrist and once he was on his toes knotted it off. His left
arm hung at his side as he twisted and turned still bragging
about what a safe secure tie this was and then asked me to
untie him and admit that he was indeed no longer an apprentice
master in that he had taught me something.

I pretended not to hear as I slung another rope over the beam
about a meter away to the left and swiftly threaded it through
the small loop on his left wrist. He protested but I said it was hard to tell how good the tie
was, unless both arms were up and before he could object,
hauled the rope tight securing him on his toes with both
wrist tethered apart slightly wider than his shoulders.

He immediately became agitated and demanded I free him
as one Master to another.

I simply smiled as I pulled up a chair and sat in front of my
victim just out of kicking distance. I liked the look of
his straining muscles and his pants had slipped a little
from his exertion as he flailed and kicked in an effort to
get free.

I slowly and deliberately emptied the bag in front of him,
I picked up some more lengths of rope and walked around behind
him he aimed a kick at me but I simply caught the ankle, pulled
off his trousers, threaded my rope through the loop and
dragged the leg sideways tethering it to a large weight
he hadn't noticed.

I then grabbed the other ankle and again slipping the rope
through the loop tethered it out the other side.

He began to mouth obscenities about how I had deceived him
and so I used his own gag to silence him before going back
to my seat.

What a lovely sight, I now had a brand new slave, a naked captive,
his arms and legs stretched in a vertical spread eagle,
every muscle taut and straining. I stood slowly and spoke
softly to him telling him that he was quite right he was no
longer an apprentice Master but a naked pleasure slave
and that if he became aroused in any way over the next hour
or so that would prove that he was always meant to be a slave
and not a Master as he had so fondly described himself.

I then ran my hands over every inch of his naked, displayed
body. I noted his nipples harden as I played with them and
his cock also began to respond magnificently to my touch.

I repeated that these things proved he was a slave and had
no right to pretend to be a Master. I saw the anguish in his
eyes as I lifted his chin and made him look at my eyes. I told
him if he was prepared to admit now that I was right I would
let him down and retie him spread eagled face down on the
bed fuck him like the whore he obviously was.

He shook his head violently from side to side and mumbled
through his gag that I could go to hell. I simply held his
eye as my fingers slid to his nipples and I squeezed them
tightly.

I then returned to the bag, saying there was no hurry but
that whenever he was ready he just needed to nod in the affirmative.

This brought on more struggling which increased as I walked
behind him and slid my fingers up his inside leg and parted
his cheeks. I discovered that while he could not close his
legs because of the rope to the weights each side he could
open them and move whenever I touched him, so I threaded
a second rope through each ankle tie and and cinched it between
his legs thus ensuring he could neither move them apart
or together as I finished I slapped his bum and again fingered
and opened his cheeks explaining to him that this was quite
normal for a slave as all Masters may examine their slaves
whenever and wherever they wish and or display them for
their friends.

I came back to the front and lifted his chin again. Psychologically
he was becoming a slave, all be it very reluctantly. I admired
his own rope harness handiwork and showed him how I could
arrange the tight ropes around his chest to force his tits
out like a whores and flicked the hardening nipples with
my finger nails.

I sat again and watched him like a cat with a mouse while I
examined a pair of metal nipple clamps linked by a chain
as I stood up with them and moved forward he began to struggle
again. I told him not to waste his energy but to simply nod his head when he was ready to
admit to being my slave. Once again he shook it and looked
fiercely at me.

I laughed as I hardened each nipple in turn before clamping
them, leaving the chain dangling across his chest. I then
pulled gently on it and watched the pain flickering in his
eyes.

I then moved behind him and ran my fingers up the inside of
his thighs and into his crack penetrating his anus. He could
do nothing but clench and unclench his buttocks at this
violation of his body. Each time he clenched I slapped his
bare cheeks harder and harder as they reddened and warmed
up to my touch.

I told him his buns were great but his hole was far to tight
and needed to be stretched and plugged before he could be
comfortably fucked by me or any of my friends, this brought
on more struggling and I returned to my chair to enjoy the
spectacle of his naked body which was beginning to sweat
from his exertions and the attention it was receiving.

I again sorted through the bag and produced a large butt
plug and some lube. I stood directly in front of him and lubed
the plug before his horror filled eyes and asked him once
again if he was ready to submit.

I was genuinely pleased that once again he declined and
I moved behind him again. This time I massaged the strong
muscles in his legs and thighs moving inexorably higher
with each stroke as I moved into his crack. I then lubed his
hole with my finger and pushed the butt plug in and out slowly
as his sphincter relaxed and opened slowly to receive it.
Finally with a last push his sphincter closed over the bulbous
portion closed on the narrow neck.

I returned to his front and asked if I removed his gag would
he at least be quiet and respectful while not yet submitting
to be a slave. He nodded agreement and I released his gag.

I then moved into him crushing his clamped nipples with
my chest and forcing my knee gently into his cock and balls
and kissed him long and hard probing him with my tongue.
He could do nothing but despite his pain he began to kiss
back. I thought the battle for this slave is nearly won.
I then moved down his body and began to blow him, as he hardened
I grabbed his cheeks and forced him to thrust into my mouth.

In a very short space of time his hips were bucking of their
own accord and I kept manipulating him by hand as I pulled
on the chain between his clamped nipples and grabbed a shot
glass to catch his cum.

When he came it was hot thick and creamy and I got most of it
in the glass. I held the glass up to his face and asked him
how he now felt about being my slave but he simple begged
me to remove the nipple clamps and let him down.

He was clearly exhausted and in pain but was still resisting
the acceptance of his fate as my slave.

I realised he needed more training but bent and slightly
released his ankle ropes so he could bring his legs a little
closer together and get off tip toes. I also released his
right wrist from the beam rope but held it by the loop while
I attached another length to it and then swiftly brought
that wrist down behind his back, reached through his legs
and swiftly tied it around his cock and balls. I then untied
the right wrist and completed the same manoeuvre. Both
wrists were now secured separately behind his back through
his legs to his cock and balls.

He was greatly relieved to have his arms lowered but still
had no ability to make the escape he had hoped for. I then
set about looping rope about both wrists and tying them
together, including a cinch rope running between them
and leaving a length of rope dangling on the ground. I could
then untie the ropes connected to his cock and balls and
once again sit down and observe my captive who stood naked
before me, his ankles still secured to the weights and testing
the strength of the rope around his wrists to no avail. he
wasn't going anywhere.

I put the question to him again but he simply hung his head
and wouldn't answer. I pointed out that if he wasn't
prepared to talk he may as well be gagged and proceeded to
re gag him.

I then took the length of rope hanging from his roped wrists
and through it over the beam and hauled his wrists skyward
but this time because they were tied behind his back he was
forced to bend double. I tied it off so that he was moderately
uncomfortable with his head precisely at my cock height
and his back parallel to the floor.

I then pulled the weights connected to his ankles around
so that once again his legs were stretched as far apart as
the other rope between his ankles would allow but this time
his body was in line with the beam. I then linked another
rope into the back of his harness rope work near the top of
his back and attached that to the beam, this eased the pressure
on his wrists while at the same time tightening the ropes
that wrapped either side of his tits.

I moved my chair to the side and admired my handiwork. My
slave was bent over as though on a bench but supported only
by the ropes around his chest and on his wrists. his tits
hung down begging to be clamped and both his orifices were
available at cock height.

I bent and re-clamped his nipples letting the connecting
chain hang and swing below him while I found a fishing sinker
to attach and add to his discomfort. I also tied his ball
sac above his balls and added weights to that before standing
in front of him and pushing my cock into his face. He turned
his head to avoid me and I then walked to his rear and pulled
out the butt plug.

I then sat down and put the slave question to him again and
when he once again shook his head I said never mind, stood
and played with my cock in front of his face before demanding
he lick me to hardness or be prepared for me to go and get my
gay friend from the motel over the road and bring him back
to give my new slave a good fucking.

He opened up and sucked and licked me to hardness. I then
pulled a condom over my thick throbbing cock, moved to his
rear grasped him by the hips and rammed my meat home. I rode
him until I came, my thighs and balls slapping into him and
making the weights on his tits and balls swing violently.

When I had satiated myself I released him from the beam and
untied his ankle restraints but left his wrist securely
tied together behind his back. I led him by the chain on his
nipple clamps to the shower and washed him thoroughly before
taking him to my bed, where I lay him down and tied his ankles
together with a cinch similar to his wrists, removed his
nipple clamps and gag and we lay kissing and cuddling, slave
and Master

I was sure he was now beginning to understand his role in
this relationship as I whispered to him that my friend at
the Motel would be over in the morning and would love to take
turns with me at both ends of a suitably secured slave

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Master Trapp

An apprentice Master asked to visit me and I agreed. I suggested
he stay in a motel within easy walking distance and come
over to my place at around 6pm.

When he arrived he was wearing a black sleeveless muscle
shirt and grey pants. He was around fifty but with a solid
body and judging by the hairs on his arms a reasonably hairy
one.

He introduced himself as an apprentice who believed the
time had come for a senior Master such as myself to agree
that he had graduated and could now call himself a Master.

he talked a lot and as I went through the bag he had handed
me containing the tools of his trade I began to wonder how
this brash (would be master) might look without his clothing
and hanging by his wrists from the exposed beam that ran
the length of my lounge.

The bag contained many coils of rope, a gag, hood, whips,
butt plugs and an assortment of vicious looking nipple
clamps.

I noticed that there were no handcuffs and asked him how
he immobilised his slaves and what he did with them.

He told me he was a rope Master and took off his top exposing
a good lightly hairy body but what surprised me was that
it was crisscrossed with tight knotted rope, (Japanese
style) which disappeared below the waist band of his trousers.

I admired the way the tight ropes around the chest in particular
forced his tits and nipples to thrust forward and immediately
began to daydream about what I might like to do with them
if I could trick him into becoming my slave.

I asked him to show me the rest of the tie by stripping off
his trousers but he refused pointing out that doing so would
make him no better than a slave and that as a master that would
never happen.

I just smiled and nodded thinking my chance would come sooner
or later.

He then pointed out that the body tie he was wearing did not
constrain him in any way and that he wore it to show off how
he ties his slaves and explained that it goes all the way
down the front is knotted just above the cock and tightly
below the balls before being pulled through the legs and
wrapped around the top of the thighs. Thus leaving his slaves
arse and crack clear and available to their Master.

I asked him once again to show me and again he refused.

He then, following my eyes, spotted the exposed beam and
bragged that he often vertically suspended his slaves
from such a beam. I asked how given the absence of leather
cuffs and he replied that he did it with rope.

He was so full of himself and his abilities that when I asked
him how that would work he proceeded to show me how with my
help he could wrap a length of rope up to six times around
the wrist and knot it off so that it is tight enough not to
be able to slip over the hand but loose enough to be able to
slip a second very short length of rope through all of the
coils and tie it off forming a closed loop that when pulled
gathered all the other rope coiled about the wrist.

This little demo left him still free and still full of himself
as he pulled on the small loop which were it to be placed over
a hook would leave the wrist tightly trapped and unable
to be freed unless the other hand could be used to slip it
off the hook.

I saw my chance and was full of admiration and asked if I could
try that on his other wrist to see that I could do it right.
With his expert (if very boastful tutoring) I got it right
and pulling reasonably hard on the small loop on that wrist
noted with satisfaction that while he was still free. Both
wrists now had ties in place.

Enjoying myself I asked him if the same system worked on
the ankles and he immediately sat on my couch and set about
looping another rope several times around the left ankle.
I kept telling him how clever he was as I did the same to his
right ankle and how I had never seen anything like this before
in all my years as a Master and marvelled at how simple rope
could be used so well.

When he had finished and stood. I asked if the rope on the
wrists might not cause rope burns if indeed it was required
to take a portion of the slaves weight.

He fell for it and told me to throw a rope over the beam and
pull him onto his tip toes. I did as he said using his right
wrist and once he was on his toes knotted it off. His left
arm hung at his side as he twisted and turned still bragging
about what a safe secure tie this was and then asked me to
untie him and admit that he was indeed no longer an apprentice
master in that he had taught me something.

I pretended not to hear as I slung another rope over the beam
about a meter away to the left and swiftly threaded it through
the small loop on his left wrist. He protested but I said it was hard to tell how good the tie
was, unless both arms were up and before he could object,
hauled the rope tight securing him on his toes with both
wrist tethered apart slightly wider than his shoulders.

He immediately became agitated and demanded I free him
as one Master to another.

I simply smiled as I pulled up a chair and sat in front of my
victim just out of kicking distance. I liked the look of
his straining muscles and his pants had slipped a little
from his exertion as he flailed and kicked in an effort to
get free.

I slowly and deliberately emptied the bag in front of him,
I picked up some more lengths of rope and walked around behind
him he aimed a kick at me but I simply caught the ankle, pulled
off his trousers, threaded my rope through the loop and
dragged the leg sideways tethering it to a large weight
he hadn't noticed.

I then grabbed the other ankle and again slipping the rope
through the loop tethered it out the other side.

He began to mouth obscenities about how I had deceived him
and so I used his own gag to silence him before going back
to my seat.

What a lovely sight, I now had a brand new slave, a naked captive,
his arms and legs stretched in a vertical spread eagle,
every muscle taut and straining. I stood slowly and spoke
softly to him telling him that he was quite right he was no
longer an apprentice Master but a naked pleasure slave
and that if he became aroused in any way over the next hour
or so that would prove that he was always meant to be a slave
and not a Master as he had so fondly described himself.

I then ran my hands over every inch of his naked, displayed
body. I noted his nipples harden as I played with them and
his cock also began to respond magnificently to my touch.

I repeated that these things proved he was a slave and had
no right to pretend to be a Master. I saw the anguish in his
eyes as I lifted his chin and made him look at my eyes. I told
him if he was prepared to admit now that I was right I would
let him down and retie him spread eagled face down on the
bed fuck him like the whore he obviously was.

He shook his head violently from side to side and mumbled
through his gag that I could go to hell. I simply held his
eye as my fingers slid to his nipples and I squeezed them
tightly.

I then returned to the bag, saying there was no hurry but
that whenever he was ready he just needed to nod in the affirmative.

This brought on more struggling which increased as I walked
behind him and slid my fingers up his inside leg and parted
his cheeks. I discovered that while he could not close his
legs because of the rope to the weights each side he could
open them and move whenever I touched him, so I threaded
a second rope through each ankle tie and and cinched it between
his legs thus ensuring he could neither move them apart
or together as I finished I slapped his bum and again fingered
and opened his cheeks explaining to him that this was quite
normal for a slave as all Masters may examine their slaves
whenever and wherever they wish and or display them for
their friends.

I came back to the front and lifted his chin again. Psychologically
he was becoming a slave, all be it very reluctantly. I admired
his own rope harness handiwork and showed him how I could
arrange the tight ropes around his chest to force his tits
out like a whores and flicked the hardening nipples with
my finger nails.

I sat again and watched him like a cat with a mouse while I
examined a pair of metal nipple clamps linked by a chain
as I stood up with them and moved forward he began to struggle
again. I told him not to waste his energy but to simply nod his head when he was ready to
admit to being my slave. Once again he shook it and looked
fiercely at me.

I laughed as I hardened each nipple in turn before clamping
them, leaving the chain dangling across his chest. I then
pulled gently on it and watched the pain flickering in his
eyes.

I then moved behind him and ran my fingers up the inside of
his thighs and into his crack penetrating his anus. He could
do nothing but clench and unclench his buttocks at this
violation of his body. Each time he clenched I slapped his
bare cheeks harder and harder as they reddened and warmed
up to my touch.

I told him his buns were great but his hole was far to tight
and needed to be stretched and plugged before he could be
comfortably fucked by me or any of my friends, this brought
on more struggling and I returned to my chair to enjoy the
spectacle of his naked body which was beginning to sweat
from his exertions and the attention it was receiving.

I again sorted through the bag and produced a large butt
plug and some lube. I stood directly in front of him and lubed
the plug before his horror filled eyes and asked him once
again if he was ready to submit.

I was genuinely pleased that once again he declined and
I moved behind him again. This time I massaged the strong
muscles in his legs and thighs moving inexorably higher
with each stroke as I moved into his crack. I then lubed his
hole with my finger and pushed the butt plug in and out slowly
as his sphincter relaxed and opened slowly to receive it.
Finally with a last push his sphincter closed over the bulbous
portion closed on the narrow neck.

I returned to his front and asked if I removed his gag would
he at least be quiet and respectful while not yet submitting
to be a slave. He nodded agreement and I released his gag.

I then moved into him crushing his clamped nipples with
my chest and forcing my knee gently into his cock and balls
and kissed him long and hard probing him with my tongue.
He could do nothing but despite his pain he began to kiss
back. I thought the battle for this slave is nearly won.
I then moved down his body and began to blow him, as he hardened
I grabbed his cheeks and forced him to thrust into my mouth.

In a very short space of time his hips were bucking of their
own accord and I kept manipulating him by hand as I pulled
on the chain between his clamped nipples and grabbed a shot
glass to catch his cum.

When he came it was hot thick and creamy and I got most of it
in the glass. I held the glass up to his face and asked him
how he now felt about being my slave but he simple begged
me to remove the nipple clamps and let him down.

He was clearly exhausted and in pain but was still resisting
the acceptance of his fate as my slave.

I realised he needed more training but bent and slightly
released his ankle ropes so he could bring his legs a little
closer together and get off tip toes. I also released his
right wrist from the beam rope but held it by the loop while
I attached another length to it and then swiftly brought
that wrist down behind his back, reached through his legs
and swiftly tied it around his cock and balls. I then untied
the right wrist and completed the same manoeuvre. Both
wrists were now secured separately behind his back through
his legs to his cock and balls.

He was greatly relieved to have his arms lowered but still
had no ability to make the escape he had hoped for. I then
set about looping rope about both wrists and tying them
together, including a cinch rope running between them
and leaving a length of rope dangling on the ground. I could
then untie the ropes connected to his cock and balls and
once again sit down and observe my captive who stood naked
before me, his ankles still secured to the weights and testing
the strength of the rope around his wrists to no avail. he
wasn't going anywhere.

I put the question to him again but he simply hung his head
and wouldn't answer. I pointed out that if he wasn't
prepared to talk he may as well be gagged and proceeded to
re gag him.

I then took the length of rope hanging from his roped wrists
and through it over the beam and hauled his wrists skyward
but this time because they were tied behind his back he was
forced to bend double. I tied it off so that he was moderately
uncomfortable with his head precisely at my cock height
and his back parallel to the floor.

I then pulled the weights connected to his ankles around
so that once again his legs were stretched as far apart as
the other rope between his ankles would allow but this time
his body was in line with the beam. I then linked another
rope into the back of his harness rope work near the top of
his back and attached that to the beam, this eased the pressure
on his wrists while at the same time tightening the ropes
that wrapped either side of his tits.

I moved my chair to the side and admired my handiwork. My
slave was bent over as though on a bench but supported only
by the ropes around his chest and on his wrists. his tits
hung down begging to be clamped and both his orifices were
available at cock height.

I bent and re-clamped his nipples letting the connecting
chain hang and swing below him while I found a fishing sinker
to attach and add to his discomfort. I also tied his ball
sac above his balls and added weights to that before standing
in front of him and pushing my cock into his face. He turned
his head to avoid me and I then walked to his rear and pulled
out the butt plug.

I then sat down and put the slave question to him again and
when he once again shook his head I said never mind, stood
and played with my cock in front of his face before demanding
he lick me to hardness or be prepared for me to go and get my
gay friend from the motel over the road and bring him back
to give my new slave a good fucking.

He opened up and sucked and licked me to hardness. I then
pulled a condom over my thick throbbing cock, moved to his
rear grasped him by the hips and rammed my meat home. I rode
him until I came, my thighs and balls slapping into him and
making the weights on his tits and balls swing violently.

When I had satiated myself I released him from the beam and
untied his ankle restraints but left his wrist securely
tied together behind his back. I led him by the chain on his
nipple clamps to the shower and washed him thoroughly before
taking him to my bed, where I lay him down and tied his ankles
together with a cinch similar to his wrists, removed his
nipple clamps and gag and we lay kissing and cuddling, slave
and Master

I was sure he was now beginning to understand his role in
this relationship as I whispered to him that my friend at
the Motel would be over in the morning and would love to take
turns with me at both ends of a suitably secured slave

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The knock on the door came quickly, janaki stood there with a smile on her face. Entering the room, Master pointed to the floor and she quickly fell to a kneeling position. I watched as Master reached out and stroked her hair. “Little one here is going to undress you, then you will lay on the bed with your feet apart,” he said as he pointed in my direction. I approached and slowly begin to release the buttons of her blouse that hid her large breast. The cool air of the room made her shiver or...

Masters Morning Wake Up Call

Introduction: This is how he likes to wake me up Another little re-tell of our morning routine. Let me know if you like it and you want to read more Enjoy! Kitty. xxx My eyes snap open and I gasp. Just as you push your cock deep into me from behind. This is why You tell me I must sleep naked. So you can always get inside me as easily as possible. Im taking in shallow breaths and trying to focus because no matter how many times youve taken me I always need a minute to adjust to you in...

Masters of Sex

It all starts with an invitation arriving with the mail on a Monday. At first you dismiss it, thinking it was another free lottery offer. But just as you are about to toss the envelope in the trash, something about it catches your attention -- there is no stamp. The seemingly expensive black envelope also has no return address; it is simply a glossy black envelope with an embossed gold label reading: 'Mr. Daniels. . .Confidential'. Now curious, you put the other mail down and carefully open the...

Masters Mature Female Submissives

As Joyce swallowed her daily dose of man protein , she looked every bit the house slut. Collared , leashed with spiked heels , Joyce had a newly minted cougar tattoo on her ass that read Jake's Bitch. If Holly hadnt brought Jake , the master hypnotist home a year earlier , she would've have remained a normal average married housewife. Chapter 1 Bill had his mouth open as his chubby mistress Joan pissed all over his face . His wife Joyce was sexy but Jake had set up a divorce when...

Masters New Pet

Introduction: First story I managed to finish. Constructive criticism and compliments would be great. I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my slender body, and looked myself in the mirror. I had rosey lips that werent too small or big, just perfect. Same goes for my nose. A cute little upturned nose that made people want to kiss it. Pretty good so far, then there were my eyes. My eyes were a crystaline blue with a shock of honey around my irises. Top all that off with my light...

Masters Touch

Introduction: The first meeting of a msater and slave She had caught my attention on a website I favored, a new face with a talent for writing that had me hard and throbbing by the end of the first paragraph. I sent her a message about her stories, and to my surprise she answered. After a few more messages back and forth, we moved to Instant Messaging, where she invited me to come down for a visit, as she put it in reference to my tagline, to help ease my loneliness for a little while. As we...

Masters home

Kim looked at the clock. He would be home in an hour. She went into the bathroom to get ready. She showered, trying hard not to touch herself even though her nipples were hard and her clit aching in anticipation of his return. She towelled herself dry. Even the rough towelling seemed to make her skin more sensitive. She went into the shared bedroom and removed her collar, her leash and the chosen instruments of chastisement, her butt plug and some lube from the draw. Taking them all downstairs...

Masters

‘I wish that horrible man would leave,’ Philippa Harris thought to herself while typing on her computer. No, that wasn’t fair. Byron Reynolds was okay really, once you got to know him and his foibles. He just wasn’t a ‘people person’. The work Philippa was doing was near the bottom of her ‘get around to it’ list and in all probability nobody would mind if it never got done, but she needed an excuse to still be at work when her boss left. Despite the work’s inconsequential nature, Philippa...

Masters slave

**My first story!!!**Chapter One I looked my Master in the eyes, but quickly returned my gaze downcast when He met my eyes with His. Even a quick glance from those piercing hazel eyes threatened to send me to subspace. Since our first meeting at that quiet, newly renovated coffee shop, I had yet to look Him in the eyes for more then a few seconds. The aura He gave off was unmistakable, and astounding, and was the first thing that had attracted me to Him. His caring, sense of humor and...

Masters Fun

* DeathsServant yelps and flaps his hands at you, whining apologies. "Just because I'm the spawn of Satan, it doesn't make me evil you know." * * creature jumps on him and starts kissing him deeply to shut him up * * DeathsServant blinks and slips his arms around your waist, returning your kisses just as deeply. After a moment he pulls back and blinks slightly nervously. "Um.. one question before we start anything and then I'll carry on, I promise." * * creature stops and looks at...

Masters Fun

Introduction: I got what i wanted! * creature grabs you and throws you on the bed Evil! you are evil i swear! * * DeathsServant yelps and flaps his hands at you, whining apologies. Just because Im the spawn of Satan, it doesnt make me evil you know. * * creature jumps on him and starts kissing him deeply to shut him up * * DeathsServant blinks and slips his arms around your waist, returning your kisses just as deeply. After a moment he pulls back and blinks slightly nervously. Um.. one question...

Masters Valentine

Introduction: A romantic evening with Master. Enjoy, dont pick it to death. Sturing the pot of chocolate again so it doesnt clump I lay out the strawberries and the pineapple, to be dipped and eaten later tonight. The house has been cleaned and I had a couple of bags of rose petals make a small trail to the bedroom. Finishing up I take the small platter to the bedroom along with a long nosed lighter. Setting the platter on an end table in front of the bed ,I light the candles that Ive put...

Masters Bitch 2

MASTER Bitch 2 Right for all that read part 1 oh and this is all fantasy so far and not me i wish so here goes from part one.I got to the hotel in Stockholm as ordered and what a view but I wasn’t here for the sites only the training and more torture, my phone rang as i got in the reception I voice commanded room 202 and the word “ Steiger “ sod knows what it meant but the way the voice on the other end of the phone said it I knew I was to hurry and no messing around well I got in the door as...

MASTERS TOUCH

She had caught my attention on a website I favored, a new face with a talent for writing that had me hard and throbbing by the end of the first paragraph. I sent her a message about her stories, and to my surprise she answered. After a few more messages back and forth, we moved to Instant Messaging, where she invited me to come down for a visit; as she put it in reference to my tagline, to help ease my loneliness for a little while. As we chatted back and forth, I began to realize that this...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 23

"I will help you to destroy Brumelle, but the two women must accompany me on this mission." "Yes, I will tell you its exact position. Then as soon as my mission of destroying Brumelle is finished I will bring your men to the arch's location. It is well hidden and this will save you much time."

MASTERS TOUCH1

I started her training right off, having her take pictures and make videos, and making her go out and get herself a collar, which she was required to wear whenever we were online together or she made a new video on my orders. I put my fingerprints all over her in the form of comments on her page, and made plans to get a load to haul down to her town. It took some time, but finally the day came when I called her and told her to be waiting for me at the truck stop when I pulled in. As always,...

MASTERS TOUCH0

I started her training right off, having her take pictures and make videos, and making her go out and get herself a collar, which she was required to wear whenever we were online together or she made a new video on my orders. I put my fingerprints all over her in the form of comments on her page, and made plans to get a load to haul down to her town. It took some time, but finally the day came when I called her and told her to be waiting for me at the truck stop when I pulled in. As...

Masters slave

KNEEL!!! Was His first command to me. i quickly knelt down, blushing of shame. People stopped to look and laugh, i saw them shaking their head as they walked past us. i looked down at His boots. A pair of dirty army boots He wore. i felt His strong hand jerking me up. FOLLOW!! i walked behing Him, nervous, scared. What had i done? Why was i doing this? Shall i run? These were the toghts in my head as i followed this strong Man. He was dressed in army boots, leather pants, with a pair of steel...

Headmasters Revenge Chapter Two

Shooting pains seared down my arms right from the shoulders, down to where the cheap polyester tie still bound my wrists together behind my back. One side of my face was pressed to the cold floor and I could feel his cum drying and flaking on the exposed side of my face. He was sat in his chair, head tilted back, leaning on the wall behind him with a look of utter bliss on his face. I pulled my legs closer to my chest, too exhausted and humiliated to bother trying to get up. The creaking of his...

Headmasters Revenge Chapter One

The day the letter dropped onto the doormat and I caught a glimpse of my old school crest a flood of emotions and memories hit me. Bending down to pick it up I swept the hair from my face and let out a big sigh. Trudging back to the kitchen I put the envelope by the kettle as I started to make a coffee. I lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply as I tore open the envelope and began to speed read through the letter. My shoulders relaxed as I read. It was just an invitation, for ex-students to return...

Headmasters Secretary Chapter VI

The following day Liz awoke a little disoriented, not recognising the view from her window at first but slowly she realised that she was indeed in a lovely country cottage tucked away in a hidden corner of England and it was blissfully quiet.Nevertheless, her morning followed its normal routine of showering, breakfast and dressing, this time putting extra effort into her selection. Today was black lace underwear; push up bra, delicate lacy panties and suspender belt with black seamed stockings...

Headmasters Rules

Mr Dafydd Evans thumbed through the report on his desk. Five pages of misbehaving from two young girls both aged sixteen and born just one week apart; both of them just three weeks away from their seventeenth birthday. The reports were from Mr Gregory who taught Mathematics, Mr James who taught Geography and the worse report from Miss Thornton who taught Religious Instruction. It wasn’t a one-off.This report landed on his desk on the last day of the month, as it had done for the last...

The Trapper

Tobias was a big, strong, and hairy. He was an excellent hunter, and trapper, and lived in the rugged Canadian outback in the eighteen-fifties. He had built his log cabin on his own and made a good living from the pelts and meat that was able to trade. The only thing missing from his life was tenderness. He wanted a person who would love and care for him, and most importantly, succumb to his primal needs in the warmth of his bed.Tobias had always been socially awkward around women and yearned...

The Trapper

THE TRAPPER PROLOGUE: This is a total work fiction about a London raised, Thai lady boy, who finds herself marooned in snowbound northern British Columbia. My deepest apologies to the First Nations of British Columbia. ---------------- David Montgomery was a professor of geology at the University of Northern British Columbia. Montgomery was thirty eight years old and was bored stiff teaching the uniqueness of rocks to skulls full of them. Four years previous, Montgomery...

Inquisition Strappado

The Inquisition - Strappado and Squasation The following pages are translated from a manuscript discovered in a basement archive of York Minster, England. They appear to be the autobiographical experiences of an assistant to various torturers for the church in Rome during the late 16th century, though the exact dates of the experiences are unknown. There is some debate of how accurate these writings really are, as there are passages that appear self-aggrandizing and narcissistic to an extreme....

21 years 42 strappings

*** CHAPTER ONE At Ten A.M. sharp this morning, I learned my fate. Judge Larissa McReynolds of the Royal Bench Sentencing Court peered over her brown plastic half-glasses at me from where she sat high up on her huge and ornately-carved mahogany judicial bench. Her somewhat slight frame and white, short-cut hair were small compared the hugeness of the black leather chair that she sat in. The chair was twice her size. I almost got a stiff neck from peering upwards to stay focused on her as she...

Masters Reminder

I had been seeing Master John for about a year now and thing’s were going well, or so I thought. I arrived at his home like any other weekend in the outfit he wanted me to wear for my punishment. He would always choose the week before and I knew that there was no argument whatever he wanted he got. I hoped that I had got everything just right for him. Anything slightly out of place or wrong I full well knew that I would be punished severely. This particular weekend he had chosen for me to...

Masters Professors and Firemen Oh My

People often ask me why I don't write anymore (or, more accurately, when I'm going to write my next story). The reason is that when I was writing, I was taking all my unrealized fantasies and putting them down on paper (so to speak), imagining what it would be like if I were the protagonist in all these stories, and making them work out the way I wanted them to (mostly). However I decided I wanted to make them more than fantasies, and amazingly enough, I've done that. In the last five+...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 13

They walked into a small room that had another door facing them. But this door was open and they were stunned by the vastness of the room on the other side of it. Then as soon as they had entered into the small room, the door slid shut behind them thus preventing them from going back. There was nothing else to do now except to walk toward the open door in front of them. It was quite plain that they were being forced by an invisible hand to go in one direction, and this reminded him of...

Masters Perfect Pet

Marissa is awaiting her punishment. She is naked, her head is bowed, her hair is loose and falling around her shoulder and face. She is licking her glossy lips and thinking over in her mind how her mouth has once again got her in this predicament. It is that same mouth that will likely get her out of it she thinks shaking her head. Earlier in the evening, Mark and Marissa where relaxing on the couch watching Sunday Night Football. Both had a long hard work week and so enjoyed their weekends...

Masters Birthday

There was a slight knock on the partially open door before his secretary pushed the door open and entered carrying a gift. “This was delivered for you, Mr. Hart,” she said with a smirk on her face. She placed it on his desk and left his office. Nate, born Nathaniel Philip Hart IV, was a prominent, third generation, attorney. Very stoic, confident and conservative in his double breasted suit and monogrammed cuffed shirt. The diamond and platinum cuff links matched the tie pin on his Louis...

Masters Birthday Part 1

Morgan was looking forward to a quiet night at home with his girlfriend Rhiannon when he entered the house they shared. Instead he was greeted by the sight of Rhiannon in a corset and thigh highs, holding a leash. From behind her stepped a petite red head, a collar around her neck that the leash was hooked to. She was also in a corset and thigh highs, but the red head was wearing a short leather skirt. Rhiannon walked to Morgan and knelt at his feet, the red head following her lead. Rhiannon...

Masters Dungeon

I wake up completely exhausted, slumped against something soft. It feels like a bed… I think, as I try to open my heavy eyelids. They open to a view that immediately starts my sluggish heart racing. Was I drugged…? I think to myself, blinking a few times to make sure the image is real. No…I definitely wasn’t drugged…. In front of me is an alluring woman, with long brown hair running down my chest. She’s completely naked and is lying over me while nothing but her hair touches my skin. Her green...

Masters Program

I had been swimming again for the past few months, trying to get fit for a summer triathlon, I had a swimming background in my youth but it had been many years since I'd swum competitively. The local masters' swim program had me back in shape but, unfortunately, had my shoulder out of sorts as well. The coach of the masters' program, Eric, was nearly twenty years removed from his college swimming days but maintained a high level of fitness and the body of a man half his age. He was a physical...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 2

That night he dreamt about the mysterious girl that had saved his life. In his dream he saw her voluptuous breasts and her shoulder-length hair as she ran on her long slim legs with her pubic area being covered only by a piece of animal skin. He wasn't able to see all of the details of her face in his dream but he knew that she was exceedingly beautiful. Vincent got up at nine the following morning. He prepared himself a generous breakfast of eggs and bacon then he undertook the...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 3

They were now walking in a region covered with many rocks and just a few small trees. An hour after they had broken their camp of the previous night, they stood at the very edge of a dark forest made up of extremely high trees. Vincent couldn't identify any of them. They had enormous trunks covered with thick and scaly dark brown bark, while the deep green leaves growing on the high branches were the size of a large pizza. The look of the place didn't reassure him at all. He told himself...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 4

The reserve of food on hand in the cottage was not enough for the next trip that he intended to take. It was evident that he was going to have to go to Pinehill to get the supplies that he was going to need for his next exploration trip to Nika's world. It was the closest town to his cottage even though it was a good twenty mile drive to get there. The question that came into his mind then was what was he going to do with Nika while he drove there. Should he bring her with him or should he...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 5

The following morning, they ate breakfast and then left. The weather was cold and rainy when they went out of the cottage. Nika seemed very surprised when she experienced the cold humid air of the morning. Vincent figured that it was probably because of the fact that she was not used to such a low temperature where she lived. Both of their knapsacks were fully loaded and their sleeping bags rolled and tied on top. Vincent was carrying his rifle by the strap over his shoulder while his...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 6

On both sides of the river, the landscape was gradually changing again. Boulders with tall grass growing in between them, now replaced much of the trees. Both banks were also beginning to slope higher and steeper. In some places they rose as much as five feet above the level of the river. It seemed that the river had eaten the rock over the ages and had carved its way through the bedrock. However, the current of the river was now a little slower and its surface very calm. The abundance of...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 7

The voice was very clear and after long seconds he was able to tell that it was Nika talking to him. He then recalled the raft, the rapids, and the falling sensation. How could they be still alive after that fall he thought? Was it possible to survive such an ordeal? "What happened? Where are we?" "We are on big, big river. I thought you gone to spirit world." Vincent managed to turn his head slowly. Everywhere he looked there was water. They were on a large body of water either a lake...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 8

One morning Nika went to hunt for fresh meat as she often did. But by mid- afternoon she hadn't returned. Even though Vincent was worried, he knew that lately she had had to walk farther than usual to find meat. Her constant hunting had already killed much of the small game around their camp. But when dusk arrived and she was not back still, he really became worried. There was nothing to do now but to wait and hope that she was not hurt and that she had found a safe place to stay for the...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 9

A couple of days later while Vincent was confined with the rest of the slaves in the slaves' hut, he heard from a fellow prisoner about a war that took place a very long time ago far to the south. Haski's people had captured this man the previous year. He was one of eight males that undertook a trip north in an attempt to capture a "Weega", which was from his description, a kind of three foot long reptile. Its bones, once ground and mixed with other ingredients had the property to...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 10

By now they were moving through the region where Lomac had spent most of his life. They were thus warned well in advance when they came either to a river or when they had to cross a trail. But Lomac found it very strange that up to now they hadn't yet met anyone from his village. " Hunters from my village always come this far north in search of game. We should have met a few of them by now, I fear that something bad has happened to the people of my village. " Verla tried to reassure him...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 11

That first night after Nika's kidnapping, Vincent and Verla didn't sleep at all. By now they had recovered the water bags from the two birdmen that had attempt to kidnap Verla therefore for the moment water was not an immediate problem. But they remained on guard all night in case the birdmen should come on foot and attack them again. Morning found them in a depressed mood and after eating a little, they moved again southward along the length of the gorge. The temperature was cooler and...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 12

The very first thing that they noticed when they emerged in their new surroundings, was the brightness of the light. Whereas a second or so before they had been standing in a relatively dimly lit room, they now found themselves in a very sterile and bright place. The room resembled a gymnasium in its emptiness as well as its height. In one corner of the room stood Nika, completely naked and unarmed. She had not yet recognized them and her arms were outstretched while her knees were bent as...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 14

It felt wonderful to be out in the sunlight again. Even though the temperature was very hot outside, they didn't mind the sweat on their skin. Having spent the last twenty days deep under the mountain, they were all experiencing a sincere joy to find themselves once again in close contact with nature, especially Nika and Verla. The grass under their feet, the singing of the numerous birds, the whispering of the breeze as it passes through the many trees and even the insects crawling and...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 15

Vincent watched the unfortunate soul jerking and banging his body against the post that held him standing while he released a terrible shout of pain in the night. It was such a sinister scream that it made the skin on the back of Vincent's neck twitch in reaction to the plaintive sound. The flame at the end of the wood stick was being held in contact with the prisoner's side for as long as he was conscious, then as soon as he passed out it was removed. It was evident that his assailants...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 16

For the first two days after they arrived in Cold Wind's village, most of their time was spent celebrating the return of the chief's son while Vincent and his two women were treated with honour and much respect for having rescued Cold Wind and having helped him to return. Round Stone, Cold Wind's father, gave Vincent and the two women, all sorts of gifts including many arrows and pelts. It had been a very touching sight to see father and son reunited and there was no doubt in Vincent's...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 17

Less than two hours later, the canoe entered the mouth of a small river and once again they were paddling upstream. Since the current was not that strong, they were able to make good progress in a general southwest direction. Vincent didn't care too much if they were deviating from the true south since it was much more important now for them to get as much distance as possible between them and the spot where they had spent the previous night, where Kowa's remains were. He figured that those...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 18

Vincent must have passed out while lying on the ground between his two women. He was lying on his back with his head resting against his arm when he returned to reality. Something had pulled him out of his unconscious state and he tried to determine what it was. He was now only half aware of his situation since his mind was still partly out of focus due to his long period of unconsciousness. In spite of that, he felt that he was still in great danger and that he had to act fast. He turned...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 19

The light was coming through a fine grill in the floor of the duct. The yellowish glow filtering inside the air channel was causing an eerie reflection on the faces of the three explorers who had been crawling on hands and knees in the air passageway. After his eyes had adjusted to the light, Vincent was able to distinguish, through the three square foot grill, a green carpet on the floor of the room below them. After long minutes of trying to remove the thin grill, he was finally able to...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 20

The first thing that Vincent did once he had informed his women about his intention to construct a hot air balloon was to do a few preparatory calculations. What should the size of the balloon be in order to lift the weight of the gondola and its three occupants? There was also the weight of other things to consider. They would need to carry with them an abundant supply of water, food and of course their precious possessions, even if there were not many of those. It was thus important that...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 21

Both women were now beginning to appreciate the tremendous advantages of this new means of travel. Verla even admitted the next day that she was no longer afraid of the great heights to which the Rumar took them. They were now covering over two hundred miles each day and the warming of the temperature was beginning to be quite noticeable. By the end of the second day they were still drifting almost straight south, but always at the whim of the different air currents. On that day they left...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 22

As soon as Vincent saw the shape of the arch with its familiar platform in front of it, his blood went cold in his veins. He experienced a strange feeling deep inside. For some reason that he couldn't explain, he knew that they were soon going to learn much more about Valdo, the supposed crazy brother of Brumelle. Of course he already knew that Brumelle was only a futuristic computer program that was able to create a lifelike holographic representation of a beautiful woman that used to live...

Earths CoreChapter 26 Entrapped

“Rararararararara!” Multitude of hideous, shrilling screams vented from the pit. The wraiths noticed the invaders to their ridge and chamber. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! They flew up as the harbinger of death, with their bony fingers stretched toward the frightened experts. “You shameless thief!” The Silver Skin Gorilla bellowed, no longer holding back, his aura burst as his shot after Zax. “Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!” “Everyone, spread!” “Run!” “No, there are too...

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