Rachels bitch
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Rachel's slavery1: The Tail"Rachel, come here please."Rachel looked up from dusting the table. "Yes, Michael." She came over and stood by his chair. Michael set his book down and looked up. "Take off your clothes," he told her. She pulled her sweater over her head and took off her sneakers, socks, and jeans. Rachel was wearing nothing underneath except a choker necklace.? She folded her clothes into a neat pile. Michael glanced to the floor and she responded by kneeling before him. He looked at her. She was small and slender, with wide hips and medium-sized breasts. Her hair fell in gentle dark waves to her waist. Her eyes were grey-green, her skin smooth and lightly tanned, her nose straight and long, and her lips full and wide. As he preferred, she wore just a hint of makeup. She knelt as he had taught her, buttocks resting on her heels, legs spread to show her smoothly shaved pubis, back arched and shoulders pulled back to display her firm breasts, wrists crossed behind her. Her lips were parted slightly, showing her straight white teeth. She was lovely. He smiled. "Suck me.? Leaning forward, Rachel undid his fly, lowered his pants, and grasped his semi-erect penis. One hand holding its base, she licked up and down the shaft, then circled the head. She went down his shaft and licked his balls while she pumped his cock with her hand. Very quickly, he was hard. She ran her tongue around each testicle and licked the sensitive area below his scrotum. "Mmm, that's good," he told her. At a nudge from his hand at her neck, she engulfed him in her mouth, pushing her head down until the head of his cock reached the back of her throat. Quickly she bobbed her head up and down, using her lips and tongue to provide maximal sensation. He moaned. She kept moving her mouth on him, keeping up the steady rhythm that she knew he liked. After a few minutes, he decided that he didn't want to come in her mouth.? "Mmmmm ... that's enough," he instructed. Reluctantly, Rachel stopped, resting her lips on the tip. She looked up at him, waiting expectantly. Michael pulled her up to him and kissed her. He slid his tongue into her mouth while he squeezed her breasts and gently pinched her nipples, which quickly became erect. At his direction, she knelt over him on the chair and reached down to guide his cock into her wetness. He kissed her neck and shoulders, running his hands across her arms and breasts, then down her sides to her hips, across her smooth pussy, and up her back.? Rachel undid his shirt and rubbed her hands over his hairy chest. He guided her to begin moving up and down, her breasts dangling in his face. He licked and kissed each nipple, then began nibbling on them as he knew she liked.? Gradually he had her move more quickly, and he joined her; thrusting up to meet her with each stroke. She began to moan softly with each thrust. "Please, Michael," she asked, "please may I come?"God, he loved it when she begged. "Not yet." Rachel bounced even faster, trying to push him toward orgasm. The muscles in her vagina began to contract with each thrust as she trembling with the effort to contain herself. "Please!" she begged, starting to lose control. "No." Eyes unfocused, staring into his, she came anyway. Gasping, she drove herself faster, writhing up and down on his cock. "You little bitch!" With a groan, Michael came too, the power of her defiance and the knowledge of how much he would enjoy its consequences driving him over the edge. He grabbed her hips and slammed up into her, feeling his sperm jetting out, filling her.? When they were done she leaned against him and put her head down on his shoulder. She was slick with their sweat. "I'm sorry, Master. I did it again." "No, you're not sorry," he said, caressing the back of her neck, then grasping her by the collar. "But you will be." "I just couldn't stop myself. You were so..." "Save it. You're just digging yourself a deeper hole." "Yes, Sir," she whispered. He stroked her hair and pulled her against him. "All right, sweetheart, you were a naughty girl again. How do you propose to atone?" Perhaps once every couple of weeks, Rachel failed to restrain her orgasm until permission was granted. When she was punished, it was often for this offense. "Master, please punish me for my disobedience." "All right. How would you like to be punished?" "Please spank me with the riding crop, Sir." Rachel tensed her buttocks in anticipation. The riding crop hit hard, but there would be fewer strokes this way. "How many times?" Michael began stroking his finger rhythmically along her vaginal lips. He liked the way they hung down from her smooth pussy when she was kneeling. "Um...Thirty?" "I'd say that is a little severe. Twenty would be more appropriate." Rachel had recently hit on the tactic of asking for more than the accustomed amount of punishment. Although he sometimes gave her the requested number of strokes, she had found that he usually gave her less this way than when she tried to barter up from a lower number. "Twenty would be fine, Sir," she told him. "Anything else?" he asked. "Perhaps a couple of days of discipline would help."? Michael began stroking her clitoris gently. Rachel rubbed herself against his finger in return and felt herself lubricating again, her crotch burning with a tingling itch. "Yes, Sir." Damn. She had hoped to get away with just a spanking. "Maybe...level two discipline and...uh...nipple clamps for 24 hours?" "I like that, but I was thinking of something more penetrating." "A...butt plug?" "Good idea. All right, could you phrase that all into a polite request?" "Yes, Sir." She had to concentrate to overcome the distraction of his rubbing between her legs. "Master, in order to punish me for coming without permission, would you please spank me twenty times with the riding crop, place me on level two discipline, and have me wear a butt plug for 24 hours?" "What about the nipple clamps?" She'd hoped he had forgotten those. "Master, would you please also have me wear nipple clamps for a day?" She rubbed her nipples reflexively against his chest. "Certainly, Rachel. I'm happy to be of assistance." He lifted her off him and guided her to stand, then re-did his clothing. "Go get the long riding crop.? Carry it in your mouth." "Yes, Sir." She hurried to do his bidding, thankful that he wasn't in a vindictive mood. Sometimes he made her crawl on her belly, and sometimes he made her carry it with the tip in her rectum. When she returned with the crop held in her mouth, he was standing by the sofa, his arms crossed. She curtsied deeply (aware of the sexuality that gesture) and knelt before him, presenting the riding crop. He took it from her mouth and patted the arm of the leather sofa. She stood up and bent herself over it, as her had taught her: ass up, legs spread, toes just touching the floor, and her back arched downward, pressing her belly and breasts into the sofa cushion. She crossed her wrists at the small of her back and turned her head to face him. "Very nice," he said, looking at her. Rachel had a firm ass and really good legs. He ran one hand over her buttocks and pressed a finger into her dripping pussy. "But there are a couple of things missing." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a white leather collar. Moving her hair to the side, he placed it around her neck and locked the catch. Taking her wrists, he kissed them, then fastened a leather cuff onto each. With a solid click, he locked them together. "Perfect." He stepped back and moved around her, enjoying the view from several angles. He placed the tip of the crop between her vaginal lips, rubbing it up and down.? Rachel moaned. He moved it against her clit, stroking intimately. As she responded, he continued to rub the crop against her for a few more strokes, then abruptly brought it up and smacked it hard across both cheeks of her ass. She gasped. "Count, please," he told her. "One." He struck again, several times, giving her just enough time in between to call out the count. Each stroke left a dull red welt. He paused to fondle and pinch one burning asscheek, then struck again at the top of her left thigh. It was a real stinger. "Six." Rachel was panting, breathing in short oral gasps. With each breath, her body jerked slightly, rubbing her crotch gently against the arm of the couch. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat, her pussy dripping, filling the room with her scent. Michael struck again with a vertical stroke along the crack of her ass.? The tip whipped around between her legs. She gasped sharply, clenching her buttocks and thighs together. After a moment she called the number. "Seven." He waited for her to unclench her ass, stroking the crack with the tip of the crop. "You don't want any penalty strokes, do you?" he asked. Reluctantly, she relaxed her buttocks and spread her legs. Michael placed one hand against the small of her back, bracing himself. The next few snapped across the top of each thigh, the tip just licking the inner curve of her ass.? Rachel was writhing, bringing her ass up to meet each stroke, calling out the number in a staccato gasp.After number seventeen, Michael paused to admire his work. Rachel's ass was now crossed with a network of thin red marks. He rubbed the edge of the crop across one cheek, then the other. She whimpered, humping the couch. He pushed the crop down into her crotch, sawing the edge up and down between her pussy lips.? Rachel pushed herself backward, rubbing herself awkwardly against it.? Michael moved the crop downward until its edge was moving against her clit. As she started to moan, he snapped it very hard against her left cheek. "Aiieeah!" Rachel yelled. "Eighteen." Michael struck her again on the same spot. She yelled again, kicking her legs out and jerking her torso upward. He waited a moment as she settled herself.? "Nineteen," she said hoarsely. Michael pushed one thumb into her rectum and began to rub her clit with his? middle finger. Her pussy was soaked, her juices running down onto the arm of the couch.? She pushed herself against his hand, jerking her hips up and down, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. She whimpered. "Oh, please!" She rubbed herself frantically on his finger.? "Please, Sir, may I come?" "Not yet," he answered, withdrawing his hand. "You have one more to go." She moaned in frustration, desperately humping the couch. "You will be still or we'll start this over from the beginning." She stopped, breathing shallowly, her whole body tense.He waited patiently while her breathing slowed and her body relaxed somewhat.? Then he struck again, hard, vertically between her asscheeks. She jerked spasmodically, grunting. "Twenty," she whispered. "Good girl," he told her, reaching again for her pussy. "Now you may come."? After just a minute of his stroking her clit, she did so; long and hard.? She yelled throughout, bucking her hips, kicking her legs, and straining at her wrist restraints. Michael held her to make sure she didn't fall off the couch.? As her orgasm subsided, he stroked her hair. She nuzzled his palm. "Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome, Rachel." He touched her rectum. "I think before we attend to the rest of your discipline, you could use some stretching back here." He grinned. It had been more than a week since he'd fucked her ass, and spanking her had made him hard again. "Yes, Sir." She set herself and spread her legs wider to give him better access. Michael opened a drawer and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. (One of her duties was to keep a full jar of Vaseline handy in each room of the house. She'd been punished once for neglecting the basement.) He scooped out a large dollop and spread it between her asscheeks. He inserted his middle finger and fucked her deeply with it for a minute to work the greasy stuff into her, then undid his pants. After rubbing his fully erect penis between her cheeks to coat it in the lubricant, then placed the head at her rectum. Rachel caught her breath and braced herself. Michael held her by the hips and pushed his cock firmly into her ass, finally lodging himself up to the root. Rachel could feel the full length of his cock in her, stretching her sphincter and creating a sensation that itched and burned and felt good at the same time.? Her ass cheeks still stung from her punishment, making her especially aware of his hips and hands touching her there. She gave a long, satisfied moan.? She never felt so fully owned as when she had her Master's cock in her ass after a thorough spanking. Rachel loved the feeling of being owned, controlled, mastered. For her, that feeling was comfortable, secure, feminine, and deeply arousing.Michael fucked her slowly, enjoying the tightness of her ass, giving her rectum a chance to adapt to his presence. Gradually, he built up speed until he was slamming himself rhythmically into her, slapping her buttocks with his hips.? Rachel grunted with each stroke, her teeth clenched, striving to keep her legs spread wide so that Michael could penetrate her fully. The power of his fucking bounced her crotch rhythmically against the soft leather arm of the couch. Slowly, they each built toward orgasm. Finally, as Michael felt himself nearing the edge, he told Rachel to come, knowing that she was ready. She did so, bucking her hips up and down, yelling with each breath. The sensation of her tightening ass on his cock brought Michael over the edge, too. Slowing his thrusts while increasing their force, he spewed his seed in spurt after spurt deep into her bowels. Finally they stopped, Michael's cock still imbedded in Rachel. He leaned forward, resting his weight on her buttocks and thighs. They were both bathed in sweat, panting slowly. As they calmed, Michael's penis gradually shrank, until he pulled it from her with a faint pop. He released the catch that bound her wrists, leaving the cuffs on, and sat down in front of her. He caressed her hair."Thank you, Master." She waited, knowing better than to move without permission. "You're welcome. Get up and put your clothes away," he told her. Since she was at level two discipline, she would not be allowed to wear clothes, other than lingerie or restraints. "Use the toilet if you need to. Bring a glass of water and a washcloth." Rachel collected her clothing and left the room. She dropped her clothes in a hamper and went into the bathroom. She urinated, squatting clumsily over the toilet?at level two discipline she was not permitted to sit on furniture without Michael's permission. At the moment, this requirement was a blessing, since she didn't want to sit on her tender bottom right now anyway.? Rachel glanced at herself in the full-length mirror behind the bathroom door, turning to examine the welts on her bottom. She bent over and looked back between her legs, trying to get Michael's view of her when he was administering her punishment. After a moment, she poured a large glass of water, wet a cloth in warm water, and hurried back to her master. Michael drank some of the water while she cleaned his cock with the washcloth.? He gave her the rest, holding the glass to her mouth and allowing some to spill down her breasts. "Now go get the belt and straps, with the jewelry box." "Should I bring a butt plug, Sir?""No, I have a surprise I've been wanting to try with you." "Yes, Sir." Rachel wondered what the "surprise" was--probably something either uncomfortable or humiliating. Not both, she hoped. She went to the cabinet where the dildos, straps, cuffs, collars, corsets, crops, paddles, switches, vibrators, manacles, blindfolds, gags, chains, and other disciplinary paraphernalia were kept. She gathered the items he had requested and brought them to him. Michael told her to drop the items on the couch. "Kneel," he said. She did so. He picked up a leather belt with three rings and handed it to her. "Put this on." She complied, arranging the belt with two rings in front and one behind. "Bend over. Face against the floor." Rachel pressed her forehead to the floor and pushed her ass up, once more displaying her genitals and rectum. She could feel his sperm oozing from her asshole and pussy, dripping down her toward her thighs in a sticky mess. Her rectum felt a mile wide and her buttocks still stung from her spanking. She wasn't looking forward to the next part of her punishment. Michael stood behind Rachel and watched her obscene display. Her ass was crossed by a network of thin red welts. Vaseline and semen were spread around her asshole, which now showed a visible dark opening with its recent stretching. Periodically, she tightened her rectum, pushing more goo out in small dollops.? Her pussy was wet and twitching, her vaginal lips thick and spread wide.? He grunted in satisfaction. From a bag near the sofa Michael pulled an object that looked like a long thin wig. It consisted of coarse dark hair in the shape of a ponytail. The base was connected at a sharp angle to a thick plastic butt plug, about six inches long.? Reaching between her legs, he gathered some of the messy glop from her crotch and smeared it on the plug. ?Now, you?ve seen but plugs with tails attached.??Yes, Master.??The problem with them is that they flop down between the legs, not like a horse?s tail at all. They look kind of pathetic. So I had this one made especially for you.?He placed it against her butt, paused for dramatic effect, and pushed it in. Rachel made a sound that was something between a gasp and a sigh.?It has a firm core, you see.? With her face against the rug, she couldn?t, but she knew better than to break position in order to look. ?The tail is attached so that it curves upward. Much more realistic.?The outside end of the plug was fitted with three clips. He took three straps from the couch and clipped their ends to the plug. He passed one ring up between her buttocks and clipped it to the belt. It was just long enough to reach. The other two straps went between her legs, on either side of her pubic mound, and clipped tightly to the rings in front. The butt plug was now held snugly in her ass; no amount of squirming or pushing would dislodge it. Because of the way it was constructed, she appeared to have a ponytail growing from her asshole, going up and then curving down like a real tail. Its color was carefully matched to that of her own hair.Rachel wiggled a bit, letting it settle in and getting the feel of it in her.? It provided a constant stimulation, not so extreme as being fucked there, but difficult to forget nonetheless. The hair at the end of the tail tickled her buttocks."Stand up," he told her. Wiggling, she did so. Her head was down, her eyes fixed at crotch level. Her hands were again held behind her back."Walk around." Rachel walked slowly around the room, modeling the tail for her master.? It bobbed back and forth as she walked, but the straps held it in position and kept it from slipping out. "Wiggle your hips," he told her. She complied, the tail swinging back and forth. She felt almost like she was being fucked again as the dildo moved in her ass.? "I like it," he pronounced, grinning. Rachel wasn't sure what to think of the tail. When she walked it moved in her ass much more than a regular butt plug, producing a pleasant sort of fucking sensation. "Come here," he told her. Rachel complied. Michael put his arms around her, fondling her ass and the moving the tail around in her rectum. He kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Then he stepped back and grabbed a breast in either hand, kneading them like bread. He held a nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching it. As it started to erect, he bent down and bit it. Rachel winced slightly, but Michael could tell that she was turning on again. One of her best qualities as a slave was that with proper handling she could be kept in an almost constant state of arousal. Reaching into the jewelry box that Rachel had brought, he selected a pair of nipple clamps. They consisted of two small alligator clips with the teeth covered in hard rubber. They were connected by a chain about 12 inches long. He clipped one onto her erect nipple. Rachel made a little "ooh" sound and began to breathe more heavily. She squirmed like a puppy and felt the tail move in her ass. "Be still," he told her. Michael repeated the procedure with the other nipple.? "Go put the rest of this stuff away. Get a pair of black stockings and a pair of low black pumps and bring them back here." He wanted to watch her put on stockings with the ponytail in her ass. He started to get hard again, and knew that he would fuck her again before the night was over. "Yes, Sir." As she left the room, Rachel could feel the chain dangling between her nipples. They were already getting a bit sore. Like almost everything Michael did to her, though, the feeling made her horny.
Rachel's
slavery1: The Tail"Rachel, come here please."Rachel looked up from
dusting the table. "Yes, Michael." She came over and stood by his
chair. Michael set his book down and looked up. "Take off your
clothes," he told her. She pulled her sweater over her head and took off
her sneakers, socks, and jeans. Rachel was wearing nothing underneath except a
choker necklace.? She folded her clothes
into a neat pile. Michael glanced to the floor and she responded by kneeling
before him. He looked at her. She was small and slender, with wide hips and
medium-sized breasts. Her hair fell in gentle dark waves to her waist. Her eyes
were grey-green, her skin smooth and lightly tanned, her nose straight and
long, and her lips full and wide. As he preferred, she wore just a hint of
makeup. She knelt as he had taught her, buttocks resting on her heels, legs
spread to show her smoothly shaved pubis, back arched and shoulders pulled back
to display her firm breasts, wrists crossed behind her. Her lips were parted
slightly, showing her straight white teeth. She was lovely. He smiled.
"Suck me.? Leaning forward, Rachel undid his fly, lowered his pants, and
grasped his semi-erect penis. One hand holding its base, she licked up and down
the shaft, then circled the head. She went down his shaft and licked his balls
while she pumped his cock with her hand. Very quickly, he was hard. She ran her
tongue around each testicle and licked the sensitive area below his scrotum.
"Mmm, that's good," he told her. At a nudge from his hand at her
neck, she engulfed him in her mouth, pushing her head down until the head of
his cock reached the back of her throat. Quickly she bobbed her head up and
down, using her lips and tongue to provide maximal sensation. He moaned. She
kept moving her mouth on him, keeping up the steady rhythm that she knew he
liked. After a few minutes, he decided that he didn't want to come in her
mouth.? "Mmmmm ... that's
enough," he instructed. Reluctantly, Rachel stopped, resting her lips on
the tip. She looked up at him, waiting expectantly. Michael pulled her up to
him and kissed her. He slid his tongue into her mouth while he squeezed her
breasts and gently pinched her nipples, which quickly became erect. At his
direction, she knelt over him on the chair and reached down to guide his cock
into her wetness. He kissed her neck and shoulders, running his hands across
her arms and breasts, then down her sides to her hips, across her smooth pussy,
and up her back.? Rachel undid his shirt
and rubbed her hands over his hairy chest. He guided her to begin moving up and
down, her breasts dangling in his face. He licked and kissed each nipple, then
began nibbling on them as he knew she liked.?
Gradually he had her move more quickly, and he joined her; thrusting up
to meet her with each stroke. She began to moan softly with each thrust.
"Please, Michael," she asked, "please may I come?"God, he
loved it when she begged. "Not yet." Rachel bounced even faster,
trying to push him toward orgasm. The muscles in her vagina began to contract
with each thrust as she trembling with the effort to contain herself.
"Please!" she begged, starting to lose control. "No." Eyes
unfocused, staring into his, she came anyway. Gasping, she drove herself
faster, writhing up and down on his cock. "You little bitch!" With a
groan, Michael came too, the power of her defiance and the knowledge of how
much he would enjoy its consequences driving him over the edge. He grabbed her
hips and slammed up into her, feeling his sperm jetting out, filling her.? When they were done she leaned against him
and put her head down on his shoulder. She was slick with their sweat.
"I'm sorry, Master. I did it again." "No, you're not
sorry," he said, caressing the back of her neck, then grasping her by the
collar. "But you will be." "I just couldn't stop myself. You
were so..." "Save it. You're just digging yourself a deeper
hole." "Yes, Sir," she whispered. He stroked her hair and pulled
her against him. "All right, sweetheart, you were a naughty girl again.
How do you propose to atone?" Perhaps once every couple of weeks, Rachel
failed to restrain her orgasm until permission was granted. When she was
punished, it was often for this offense. "Master, please punish me for my
disobedience." "All right. How would you like to be punished?"
"Please spank me with the riding crop, Sir." Rachel tensed her
buttocks in anticipation. The riding crop hit hard, but there would be fewer
strokes this way. "How many times?" Michael began stroking his finger
rhythmically along her vaginal lips. He liked the way they hung down from her
smooth pussy when she was kneeling. "Um...Thirty?" "I'd say that
is a little severe. Twenty would be more appropriate." Rachel had recently
hit on the tactic of asking for more than the accustomed amount of punishment.
Although he sometimes gave her the requested number of strokes, she had found
that he usually gave her less this way than when she tried to barter up from a
lower number. "Twenty would be fine, Sir," she told him.
"Anything else?" he asked. "Perhaps a couple of days of
discipline would help."? Michael
began stroking her clitoris gently. Rachel rubbed herself against his finger in
return and felt herself lubricating again, her crotch burning with a tingling
itch. "Yes, Sir." Damn. She had hoped to get away with just a
spanking. "Maybe...level two discipline and...uh...nipple clamps for 24
hours?" "I like that, but I was thinking of something more
penetrating." "A...butt plug?" "Good idea. All right, could
you phrase that all into a polite request?" "Yes, Sir." She had
to concentrate to overcome the distraction of his rubbing between her legs.
"Master, in order to punish me for coming without permission, would you
please spank me twenty times with the riding crop, place me on level two
discipline, and have me wear a butt plug for 24 hours?" "What about
the nipple clamps?" She'd hoped he had forgotten those. "Master,
would you please also have me wear nipple clamps for a day?" She rubbed
her nipples reflexively against his chest. "Certainly, Rachel. I'm happy
to be of assistance." He lifted her off him and guided her to stand, then
re-did his clothing. "Go get the long riding crop.? Carry it in your mouth." "Yes,
Sir." She hurried to do his bidding, thankful that he wasn't in a
vindictive mood. Sometimes he made her crawl on her belly, and sometimes he
made her carry it with the tip in her rectum. When she returned with the crop
held in her mouth, he was standing by the sofa, his arms crossed. She curtsied
deeply (aware of the sexuality that gesture) and knelt before him, presenting
the riding crop. He took it from her mouth and patted the arm of the leather
sofa. She stood up and bent herself over it, as her had taught her: ass up,
legs spread, toes just touching the floor, and her back arched downward,
pressing her belly and breasts into the sofa cushion. She crossed her wrists at
the small of her back and turned her head to face him. "Very nice,"
he said, looking at her. Rachel had a firm ass and really good legs. He ran one
hand over her buttocks and pressed a finger into her dripping pussy. "But
there are a couple of things missing." He reached into his pocket and
pulled out a white leather collar. Moving her hair to the side, he placed it
around her neck and locked the catch. Taking her wrists, he kissed them, then
fastened a leather cuff onto each. With a solid click, he locked them together.
"Perfect." He stepped back and moved around her, enjoying the view
from several angles. He placed the tip of the crop between her vaginal lips,
rubbing it up and down.? Rachel moaned.
He moved it against her clit, stroking intimately. As she responded, he
continued to rub the crop against her for a few more strokes, then abruptly
brought it up and smacked it hard across both cheeks of her ass. She gasped.
"Count, please," he told her. "One." He struck again,
several times, giving her just enough time in between to call out the count.
Each stroke left a dull red welt. He paused to fondle and pinch one burning
asscheek, then struck again at the top of her left thigh. It was a real
stinger. "Six." Rachel was panting, breathing in short oral gasps.
With each breath, her body jerked slightly, rubbing her crotch gently against
the arm of the couch. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat, her pussy
dripping, filling the room with her scent. Michael struck again with a vertical
stroke along the crack of her ass.? The
tip whipped around between her legs. She gasped sharply, clenching her buttocks
and thighs together. After a moment she called the number. "Seven."
He waited for her to unclench her ass, stroking the crack with the tip of the
crop. "You don't want any penalty strokes, do you?" he asked.
Reluctantly, she relaxed her buttocks and spread her legs. Michael placed one
hand against the small of her back, bracing himself. The next few snapped
across the top of each thigh, the tip just licking the inner curve of her
ass.? Rachel was writhing, bringing her
ass up to meet each stroke, calling out the number in a staccato gasp.After
number seventeen, Michael paused to admire his work. Rachel's ass was now
crossed with a network of thin red marks. He rubbed the edge of the crop across
one cheek, then the other. She whimpered, humping the couch. He pushed the crop
down into her crotch, sawing the edge up and down between her pussy lips.? Rachel pushed herself backward, rubbing
herself awkwardly against it.? Michael
moved the crop downward until its edge was moving against her clit. As she
started to moan, he snapped it very hard against her left cheek.
"Aiieeah!" Rachel yelled. "Eighteen." Michael struck her
again on the same spot. She yelled again, kicking her legs out and jerking her
torso upward. He waited a moment as she settled herself.? "Nineteen," she said hoarsely.
Michael pushed one thumb into her rectum and began to rub her clit with
his? middle finger. Her pussy was soaked,
her juices running down onto the arm of the couch.? She pushed herself against his hand, jerking
her hips up and down, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. She
whimpered. "Oh, please!" She rubbed herself frantically on his
finger.? "Please, Sir, may I
come?" "Not yet," he answered, withdrawing his hand. "You
have one more to go." She moaned in frustration, desperately humping the
couch. "You will be still or we'll start this over from the
beginning." She stopped, breathing shallowly, her whole body tense.He
waited patiently while her breathing slowed and her body relaxed somewhat.? Then he struck again, hard, vertically
between her asscheeks. She jerked spasmodically, grunting. "Twenty,"
she whispered. "Good girl," he told her, reaching again for her
pussy. "Now you may come."?
After just a minute of his stroking her clit, she did so; long and
hard.? She yelled throughout, bucking her
hips, kicking her legs, and straining at her wrist restraints. Michael held her
to make sure she didn't fall off the couch.?
As her orgasm subsided, he stroked her hair. She nuzzled his palm.
"Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome, Rachel." He touched her
rectum. "I think before we attend to the rest of your discipline, you
could use some stretching back here." He grinned. It had been more than a
week since he'd fucked her ass, and spanking her had made him hard again.
"Yes, Sir." She set herself and spread her legs wider to give him
better access. Michael opened a drawer and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. (One
of her duties was to keep a full jar of Vaseline handy in each room of the
house. She'd been punished once for neglecting the basement.) He scooped out a
large dollop and spread it between her asscheeks. He inserted his middle finger
and fucked her deeply with it for a minute to work the greasy stuff into her,
then undid his pants. After rubbing his fully erect penis between her cheeks to
coat it in the lubricant, then placed the head at her rectum. Rachel caught her
breath and braced herself. Michael held her by the hips and pushed his cock
firmly into her ass, finally lodging himself up to the root. Rachel could feel
the full length of his cock in her, stretching her sphincter and creating a
sensation that itched and burned and felt good at the same time.? Her ass cheeks still stung from her
punishment, making her especially aware of his hips and hands touching her
there. She gave a long, satisfied moan.?
She never felt so fully owned as when she had her Master's cock in her ass
after a thorough spanking. Rachel loved the feeling of being owned, controlled,
mastered. For her, that feeling was comfortable, secure, feminine, and deeply
arousing.Michael fucked her slowly, enjoying the tightness of her ass, giving
her rectum a chance to adapt to his presence. Gradually, he built up speed
until he was slamming himself rhythmically into her, slapping her buttocks with
his hips.? Rachel grunted with each
stroke, her teeth clenched, striving to keep her legs spread wide so that
Michael could penetrate her fully. The power of his fucking bounced her crotch
rhythmically against the soft leather arm of the couch. Slowly, they each built
toward orgasm. Finally, as Michael felt himself nearing the edge, he told
Rachel to come, knowing that she was ready. She did so, bucking her hips up and
down, yelling with each breath. The sensation of her tightening ass on his cock
brought Michael over the edge, too. Slowing his thrusts while increasing their
force, he spewed his seed in spurt after spurt deep into her bowels. Finally
they stopped, Michael's cock still imbedded in Rachel. He leaned forward,
resting his weight on her buttocks and thighs. They were both bathed in sweat,
panting slowly. As they calmed, Michael's penis gradually shrank, until he
pulled it from her with a faint pop. He released the catch that bound her
wrists, leaving the cuffs on, and sat down in front of her. He caressed her
hair."Thank you, Master." She waited, knowing better than to move
without permission. "You're welcome. Get up and put your clothes
away," he told her. Since she was at level two discipline, she would not
be allowed to wear clothes, other than lingerie or restraints. "Use the
toilet if you need to. Bring a glass of water and a washcloth." Rachel
collected her clothing and left the room. She dropped her clothes in a hamper
and went into the bathroom. She urinated, squatting clumsily over the toilet?at
level two discipline she was not permitted to sit on furniture without
Michael's permission. At the moment, this requirement was a blessing, since she
didn't want to sit on her tender bottom right now anyway.? Rachel glanced at herself in the full-length
mirror behind the bathroom door, turning to examine the welts on her bottom.
She bent over and looked back between her legs, trying to get Michael's view of
her when he was administering her punishment. After a moment, she poured a
large glass of water, wet a cloth in warm water, and hurried back to her
master. Michael drank some of the water while she cleaned his cock with the
washcloth.? He gave her the rest, holding
the glass to her mouth and allowing some to spill down her breasts. "Now
go get the belt and straps, with the jewelry box." "Should I bring a
butt plug, Sir?""No, I have a surprise I've been wanting to try with
you." "Yes, Sir." Rachel wondered what the "surprise"
was--probably something either uncomfortable or humiliating. Not both, she
hoped. She went to the cabinet where the dildos, straps, cuffs, collars,
corsets, crops, paddles, switches, vibrators, manacles, blindfolds, gags,
chains, and other disciplinary paraphernalia were kept. She gathered the items
he had requested and brought them to him. Michael told her to drop the items on
the couch. "Kneel," he said. She did so. He picked up a leather belt
with three rings and handed it to her. "Put this on." She complied,
arranging the belt with two rings in front and one behind. "Bend over.
Face against the floor." Rachel pressed her forehead to the floor and
pushed her ass up, once more displaying her genitals and rectum. She could feel
his sperm oozing from her asshole and pussy, dripping down her toward her
thighs in a sticky mess. Her rectum felt a mile wide and her buttocks still
stung from her spanking. She wasn't looking forward to the next part of her
punishment. Michael stood behind Rachel and watched her obscene display. Her
ass was crossed by a network of thin red welts. Vaseline and semen were spread
around her asshole, which now showed a visible dark opening with its recent
stretching. Periodically, she tightened her rectum, pushing more goo out in
small dollops.? Her pussy was wet and
twitching, her vaginal lips thick and spread wide.? He grunted in satisfaction. From a bag near
the sofa Michael pulled an object that looked like a long thin wig. It
consisted of coarse dark hair in the shape of a ponytail. The base was
connected at a sharp angle to a thick plastic butt plug, about six inches
long.? Reaching between her legs, he
gathered some of the messy glop from her crotch and smeared it on the plug.
?Now, you?ve seen but plugs with tails attached.??Yes, Master.??The problem
with them is that they flop down between the legs, not like a horse?s tail at
all. They look kind of pathetic. So I had this one made especially for you.?He
placed it against her butt, paused for dramatic effect, and pushed it in.
Rachel made a sound that was something between a gasp and a sigh.?It has a firm
core, you see.? With her face against the rug, she couldn?t, but she knew
better than to break position in order to look. ?The tail is attached so that
it curves upward. Much more realistic.?The outside end of the plug was fitted
with three clips. He took three straps from the couch and clipped their ends to
the plug. He passed one ring up between her buttocks and clipped it to the
belt. It was just long enough to reach. The other two straps went between her
legs, on either side of her pubic mound, and clipped tightly to the rings in
front. The butt plug was now held snugly in her ass; no amount of squirming or
pushing would dislodge it. Because of the way it was constructed, she appeared
to have a ponytail growing from her asshole, going up and then curving down
like a real tail. Its color was carefully matched to that of her own
hair.Rachel wiggled a bit, letting it settle in and getting the feel of it in
her.? It provided a constant stimulation,
not so extreme as being fucked there, but difficult to forget nonetheless. The
hair at the end of the tail tickled her buttocks."Stand up," he told
her. Wiggling, she did so. Her head was down, her eyes fixed at crotch level.
Her hands were again held behind her back."Walk around." Rachel
walked slowly around the room, modeling the tail for her master.? It bobbed back and forth as she walked, but
the straps held it in position and kept it from slipping out. "Wiggle your
hips," he told her. She complied, the tail swinging back and forth. She
felt almost like she was being fucked again as the dildo moved in her ass.? "I like it," he pronounced,
grinning. Rachel wasn't sure what to think of the tail. When she walked it
moved in her ass much more than a regular butt plug, producing a pleasant sort
of fucking sensation. "Come here," he told her. Rachel complied.
Michael put his arms around her, fondling her ass and the moving the tail around
in her rectum. He kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Then he
stepped back and grabbed a breast in either hand, kneading them like bread. He
held a nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching it. As it started to
erect, he bent down and bit it. Rachel winced slightly, but Michael could tell
that she was turning on again. One of her best qualities as a slave was that
with proper handling she could be kept in an almost constant state of arousal.
Reaching into the jewelry box that Rachel had brought, he selected a pair of
nipple clamps. They consisted of two small alligator clips with the teeth
covered in hard rubber. They were connected by a chain about 12 inches long. He
clipped one onto her erect nipple. Rachel made a little "ooh" sound
and began to breathe more heavily. She squirmed like a puppy and felt the tail
move in her ass. "Be still," he told her. Michael repeated the
procedure with the other nipple.?
"Go put the rest of this stuff away. Get a pair of black stockings
and a pair of low black pumps and bring them back here." He wanted to
watch her put on stockings with the ponytail in her ass. He started to get hard
again, and knew that he would fuck her again before the night was over.
"Yes, Sir." As she left the room, Rachel could feel the chain
dangling between her nipples. They were already getting a bit sore. Like almost
everything Michael did to her, though, the feeling made her horny.
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In the not-so-far future, a part of the world has embraced slavery. Slaves are almost entirely removed from the jurisdiction of the state, as it is the duty of the master to discipline their slaves and keep them in check. Only, when a slave proves to be dangerous to the public (as with killing or injuring a free human), they will be put down for good. However, most slaves aren’t humans. Instead, the scientists of this country have used advanced genetics to create a multitude of humanoid...
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Marcia had been lucky to get a position as a research assistant after she graduated. While England didn’t have the same reparation laws that had been invoked in America, it did have some pretty specific affirmative action laws. The AA laws meant that people of colour had priority over Caucasians as well as females having priority over males. It was the female AA clauses that had got her the job while her boyfriend, who had graduated with equivalent honours, was lucky to get a job gardening. ...
21st Century Subterranean Slavery Part I By ReavanA young woman is drugged in a bar, abducted and sold into sexual slavery in a secret underground facility along with hundreds of other slaves. She?s coerced into total submission by various means including severe beatings and total isolation in a pitch dark rat infected concrete pit for days on end. She is...
April walked down the aisle gazing at all the merchandise around her. Since she was a child, April had always been fascinated with the selection of slaves at the Department Store. Jacey's was a high end department store and the quality of the slaves was high. Jacey's offered a wide selection of quality slaves from domestics and nannies to gardeners and chefs. Slaves varied in price due to a number of factors such as age, health, experience and training. These were luxury items that only...
Tricked into total slavery It started when I found an ad from a Dominant Female on the Internet. She was seeking full-time live in slaves. The prospective slave would have to sign an agreement becoming her total property. If accepted, the slave would not have to work but would live in her home 24/7 under her total control. This was exactly what I was seeking. Or, at least it sounded like it. I immediately responded to the email address given and expressed my willingness. I begged the Mistress...
Rachel's Revenge "...And hurry up with that coffee, Rachel". "Yes, Mr Allcock. I closed the door, seething. That man was going to get his comeuppance one day. He treated me like a servant rather than a pretty good secretary, and he was always worse when he had meetings with other male members of staff. It was like a power thing, he could say and do as he liked, knowing I wouldn't say anything in front of his colleagues. I needed my job, and he knew it. He was just a bully. I...
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Descent Into Slavery 1. ChapterFridayTonight was "Date Night" and as usually was the case, I'd spent the day in ahigh state of anticipation. My wife, Chris, and I had created the "DateNights" several years ago to merge our divergent sexual desires into amutually satisfying relationship.My sexual tastes ran to the more exotic side of the spectrum bondage, forcedoral sex, prolonged sessions, feminization and role reversal were excitingfantasies for me. Chris playing the dominant role was a common...
Hi guys this is my first story for ISS. Its a dam real story. First introducing me .My name is ganesh .iam 6′ tall and slim. Above average dick. This happened when i changed my house from mount (chennai) to pallavaram. There was a aunty next to my house named Divya. Her husband is doing some real estate business and a kid who is in class 8. Her husband had no duty timings and her kids comes home at 4 from school. Coming to the story. This all happened because my strange habit of stealing...
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This story is the property of Monica Blowinski, any similarities to anyone fictional or living is purely coincidental. Amanda's Journey Into Slavery By Monica Blowinsky It was three o'clock Friday afternoon and I had three promising appointments to go before I could start my mundane weekend. I had three policies sold already this week, so my mind was on the new computer game I was going to treat myself to when I arrived at her...
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My name is micky, 35 years old , a doctor by profession and a slave to highly dominating, extremely cruel and perverse females who love to humiliate, degrade , torture and enslave males to the extreme.Unusual for a country like India, where society is mainly male dominated, but TrueEverything whateever I am writing is true partially and I went thru all the hell in the 20 years. Yes I was enslaved by this cruel sadist who rented one of the floors of our Duplex Bunglow along with her husband and...
The Bus to SlaveryThe Bus to Slaveryby Razor7826 Part One ?I still can?t believe that Mom andDad are really gone.?? Theresa Mosleysighed as she rested her head against the window of her sister?s car.? The country landscape sweptby. Sharon Mosley turned towards the backseat.? ?We?ll get through this, littlesis.? The key is to just go on with yourlife.?? The younger woman started to cry asshe looked her sister in the eye.? ?I...I can?t do this.? I think I?m going totake this semester off.? The...
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This is my first posted story, please critique it good or bad comments all are welcome, definitely need the criticism, thank you. It was a quarter to five, almost time for Rachel to get off work. I had been planning this all week. I finished tying the last rope to the bedpost when I heard the front door close. I rushed out of the bedroom and closed the door. I walked over to her and placed a kiss on her dark tan cheek. I looked down at her business blouse, her top buttons popped open and her...
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I need to pass this crap. I have to understand this obscure shit. It’s no use. I’m never going to understand trigonometry. I can’t remember what prompted me to think I’d get a kick out of a Chemistry degree in the first place. I even have a tutor. Not that I’ve been learning much about the teachings of Hipparchus lately. The tutor was my dad’s idea. “Your step – mother and I are paying for this university degree, Rachel, and you seem to be struggling. I think a tutor will be a wise idea.” “Dad,...
It seemed like Saturday was here in the blink of an eye. One minute it was Thursday afternoon and I was flopped on the floor of my room where Maitena had left me, dozing in post – orgasmic bliss and the next it seemed like I was getting ready to meet her. I had occupied the last day and a half with small, stress free pleasures like sleep, blatant avoidance of study and, after catching my step-sister Cybele in my room again, nitpicking at her about everything and nothing, although mostly about...
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As I knelt, naked, next to the table scattered with the remains of the evening’s refreshment and picked through it for something to still the gnawing hunger in my stomach, it occurred to me that these people had no more regard for me than the lowliest slave who only ate after her betters and then only what they’d deemed not suitable for themselves. I’d seen myself in the small bathroom mirror, smudges of drying semen under my lower lip, my breasts reddened from being slapped and squeezed, my...
Okay so before you begin on your journey you are going to have to answer a few questions about yourself. A few warnings this story will most likely contain some pretty dark stuff like torture, scat, piss, etc. For anyone who wants to add go right ahead as long as it's spelt properly I'll accept it (and is hot). This story will be set in the fictional city of Averia, a land where slavery and sexual modifications and many perverse things abound. Enjoy!
BDSM(All characters are above the age of 18. This event happened 15 years ago.) I am a sex slaver. I find women who will bring me a large profit when I sell them into slavery. I cannot do this openly. I have an employment agency that places women into secretarial positions in businesses. I do get a number of women who are better qualified to be secretaries than sex slaves. I do place them into businesses for that helps my cover story. I have developed a program that helps to rate a persons aptitude...
Date Night. My Descent Into Slavery.------------------------------------------------------------------------ CHAPTER 1 FRIDAY Tonight was "Date Night" and as usually was the case, I'd spentthe day in a high state of anticipation. My wife, Chris, and I hadcreated the "Date Nights" several years ago to merge our divergentsexual desires into a mutually satisfying relationship. My sexual tastes ran to the more exotic side of the spectrum:...
SRU: Sheer Slavery By Paul G Jutras It is September 19, 2000 and Jason had arrived at Fairy Tales Mall. He used the video store outer entrance and picked up his copy of The Little Mermaid 2. He had always loved transformation stories, even animated ones. As he finished paying and was about to leave, he noticed a little shop that looked like it was decorated for Halloween. "Weird?" Jason thought as he walked into and listened to the bell behind the door ring. "Hello?" He asked,...
Forced to Slavery By Heather2837 It was our honeymoon. My new bride and I were traveling to many sites in the world prior to my joining my new law firm and beginning my career. My new wife, Beth, had been my long time girl friend throughout college and when I finally graduated from law school, we took the big plunge and became engaged. She had always been the love of my life and this was just a natural continuation of our relationship. Beth was 22 years old and was a naturally...
The Problem My wife and I had been fighting. Serious fighting. We were bothto the point where we had stopped the anger and had begun serious discussions about gettingdivorced. Looking back on this now, it's hard for me to see who was really right and who was really wrong. I'm not sure I can even tell you who was mad about what. For about a month we just kind of co-existed,neither of us talking much; only when absolutely necessary. Then Megan said she wanted to give it one moreshot. "Jason,...
Blackmailed into slaveryAndy and Carl were lucky to find a place on their own in a university city with over twenty thousand students from all over Europe. They rented an old farmhouse that was standing empty for a few years. Luckily there was not much to renovate, except for a new lock on the entry door and a few minor repairs to the windows. Each had their own comfortable room to study. The old timber beds were still there. The new mattresses were the only substantial investment they had to...
Jill’s adventure into slavery Part 1By Goddess RachealIt was Thursday morning and Jill Evans was at her desk at the accounting firm she worked for thinking of the upcoming weekend and what was going to happen to her. Jill was 24 years old and after graduating from University of Pennsylvania’s Wharton School of Business (head of her class) with an MS in accounting and Business Administration, and one of a few persons with an IQ over 200. She took a job at a leading accounting firm in New York...
Apartment Slavery Part I by Reavan A divorcee in his early sixties rents a small apartment, one of two onthe third floor of an older home. A strong minded and bitchy youngBusiness woman moves into the other apartment. In a few hours while heGrudgingly helps her move in, she converts him from a normally independentIndividual into her unpaid house servant by exploiting an older man'sdesire for sex with a young female. Part I The apartment was small but comfortable. The landlady gave me...
Hitching a Ride to SlaveryPart 1BydidmakerCharlie put the large truck in park and turned of the ignition. It sure was good to be home again after a few weeks on the road. The house and yard looked pretty much the same as when he left since he lived alone. I climbed out of the cabin and onto the driveway. He paused and wondered if he should wake his passenger and let her know they had arrived, but decided against it since she could probably use the rest while he sorted out the mail and other...
Kissed and sucked into slaveryThus is a sad tale about how I became a sex slave to my cute girl friend Jill and all of her friends. The experience that led me to this sorry state was a lot of fun but as you will read below I am now nothing but a boy toy to a bunch of over sexed senior high school students.I was immediately attracted to Jill when I first met her in the high school gym while watching a basketball game. She had just moved to our area and was a new cheerleader with gorgeous legs,...
Prologue The image of a naked woman fills the notebook computer screen. She is on her knees, seen from behind and to her right side. Her asshole and dilated shaven sex are clearly visible. The upturned soles of her feet. The side of one white breast flattened against a burgundy bedspread. Her face, but for one startlingly blue eye which seems to be staring not at the bedspread an inch away but inward, is hidden by outstretched arms and a sweep of black hair. The arms extend to wrists bound...
Begging for slaveryIt is the big day. He will come and give me my chance. I take a quick shower, dry myself off and apply the make-up. I brush and dry my hair, then apply the perfume to my neck, my breasts and the inside of my thighs. When I touch my body, my nipples harden, but I do not go on. My body is for Him to enjoy. Since I do not know how he likes my pussy, I only use the razor to put it in shape, then brush the hair. Carefully I choose my wardrobe. Long stockings, a sheer silk-like...
Kidnapped into Sexual [email protected][Author's note: I love feedback! I hope you leave it or send me an email.]Brian never quite knew what to make of Ellen Fitzgerald. She was a distant relative of his stepfather's, second or third cousin he thought, who came for a visit maybe once a year. And he wasn't all that close to him, much less his relatives. (Brian's own father had passed away when he was very young and his mother had remarried just two years ago.) She rarely...
DedicationDedication This has been long in the works and there are a couple of people I?d like to thank. First and foremost I?d like to dedicate this to all my exes, on whom the slave?s emotional life is based. Without you all, this story would have been impossible to create, (and without you I?d also probably have a lot longer life expectancy J Stress isn?t good). Secondly I?d like to dedicate this to Alex Bragi, who gave me the attention and feedback just when I needed it the most. You have...
PERSIAN STYLE VENGEACE SUPERGIRL: VOLUNTARY SLAVERY By Sonya Esperanto? [email protected] Supergirl is a property of DC Comics. This is a non profit story for no one below 18. Synopsis: About a world where most men died out from a virus, leaving only a small few. Supergirl also is desperately horny and even would subject herself to be a bdsm slave to any man still alive Story Supergirl flew on the sky above, realizing that a world without men was boring, that is if you...
Karmals' Slavery part 1 Karmal had decided to give herself a special treat for her 25th birthday.She decided to take a trip to Croatia. The ocean front resorts are picturesqueeven if a little beat up by the recent wars. The prices were right and it wasexotic. Karmal asked the hotel concierge where she could rent a car. The weasellylittle man never took his eyes off her chest the whole time he was talkingto her. The only time he looked at her face was when he told her to go to hiscousins car...
H O L I D A Y B O N D A G E Chapter 1: Introduction and Arrival A vacation on a tropical cruise ship sounded like a great idea to me! Andeven more so when my Mistress added, "As well as swimming, sunbathing and visitingsome islands, we could have some fun by ourselves in the evenings, becauseI'll book us into a private stateroom!" It was this "fun by ourselves" thatreally excited me -- as her bondage slave (and loving it!), I needed littleimagination to know exactly what she meant! The first...
Denise's Summer of SlaveryDenise's father walked in on her while she wastaking a shower. Opening the shower door he pulled her out soaking wet. Shefell into his arms without a fight and he kissed her forehead. Denise was sixteen. Her father had been sexually molesting her since shewas eleven. It was the family secret that no one else knew, not even her motheror her two brothers. But that would soon change. Denise's father ran his hands over her breastsas he spoke. "Your mother and I will be...
After I left the lawyer's office, Gary disappeared with Hilda. They drove away, and she was visibly shaken. I drove home, thinking aboutwhat had just happened and I'll admit it: I was hard as hell. My wife was now owned, literally, by another man. He had the last word on whereshe went, what she wore, who she fucked, and whether she stayed or left. I tried half heartedly to make dinner, but I was so turned on I couldn't concentrate. I'll be the first to admit I had fantasized about this very...
Thank you, guys, for your appreciation and feedback. It really means a lot. This is the end of slavery where Simi and I explored our BDSM fantasy. If you haven’t read the earlier parts, I would recommend to please read them to get the context and characters of the story. I had a struggling night with my hands and legs cuffed, and the Mistress had a sound sleep after two orgasms yesterday. The clock was about to tick at 8 AM. I got up and climbed on the bed, and my Mistress was still sleeping. I...
©1998 by EzRiter WARNING!!! This is heavy Sado-masochism. Go away if this is not what you want. Go away if you are under eighteen (twenty-one in certain locations). Go away if this kind of stuff offends you. This is not meant to be reality. If you think it is, seek a mental health professional immediately. Do not attempt these sex acts at home. Diana was the best looking girl in the university, and there were thousands of girls. She was the head cheerleader. She dated the captain of the...