The Curse of Mammary Manor
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THE MAMMARY PUNISHMENT PROJECT
James pulled into the long driveway entrance of the luxury Mission Viejo TennisClub in his 600S Mercedes. His beautiful 24 year old wife attired in her classicPolo tennis attire was waiting curbside. As James came to a stop, Nikki openedthe back passenger door, his lithesome but voluptuous brunette wife quicklyentered the vehicle and before she could even close the door James smashedthe accelerator and the 12 cylinders spinned the rear 20? tires in a squeal,exiting the exclusive and private grounds of the club.
?How was tennis, dear??
?I double-faulted all morning.?
?That doesn't sound like my Ace wife. Are you preoccupied with something.?
?You know I am, James. Do we have to play these games??
?Oh, Nikki. Shame on you. You know that type of attitude is on only goingto make your MTTS (Monthly Tit Torture Session) even more severe, if that ispossible.? James chuckled sadistically. He looked in the rear-view mirror andsaw tears running down his wife's angelic face.
?Nikki, strip.? She was butt-ass naked in a New York minute, the black limousinetint and the purr of the ice-cold air-conditioning creating an atmosphere ofprivacy and intimacy. Thru the rear-view mirror James's eyes lasered in onNikki's huge and flawless alabaster liquid tit-bags, the large sweat-crinkledglandular pink-brown aureoles and her rubbery and long finger-like dark brownnipples stimulated by the cold air. Her titties were so large they droopedand sagged with their hefty fleshy weight. James's cock turned rock hard andengorged.
James's, 51, was a top-flight OC (organized crime) defense attorney. He hadone hobby and obsession: the criminal physical abuse and humiliation of women.Every attractive woman, from waitresses to secretaries to strangers was a targetof his depravities, as long as they had natural large breasts. Nikki, his trophywife of two years was the main object of his attention.
James's subjected Nikki to relentless daily beatings and whippings. He hadinflicted the most extreme perversions, unimaginable and unspeakable scenariosinvolving the infliction of incredible pain and discipline on all intimateparts of her anatomy. James had his obsessions and then he had his singularfixation which was his imagination and creativity in the infliction of maximumpain and punishment on Nikki's huge and fatty sensitive tit meat. It was thattime of the month, Nikki's premenstrual period when her breasts were most sensitiveand tender. Nikki would shortly undergo one of James's MTTS. It would typicallylast approximately four hours and her tit meat would take two or three weeksto heal.
They were in the oversized library with the twenty four foot ceiling and thedark rich mahogany paneling. Nikki was naked except for the sheer black hoseencasing her long shapely legs, matching garter belt and high heels. Her massivefatty tit-bags hanging down high off her proud chest, the areoles swollen andpuffy, the thick dark teat meat almost two inches long. The temperature inthe library felt like a meat locker, 59 degrees. Laid out with military precisionacross the massive oak conference table were the innumerable accoutrementsof punishment. The sundry and myriad leather straps and whips, wooden paddles,dowels, bamboo canes, needles, clamps, etc., etc.
?Are you ready Nikki??
?Yes, Sir.? Tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.
?Ok, baby, you know the drill. You want to make daddy happy, don't you??
?Yes, Sir.?
?What is daddy going to do, Nikki??
?You are going to punish my naughty titties, very very hard.?
?And very very long, right Nikki??
?Yes, Sir?
?OK baby, I am so excited. I am sure you already know this but this is goingto be the hardest I have ever tortured your titties. Enough, lie face downon the Punishment Table.?
The Punishment Table was a customized massage table with extra high legs,six feet off the ground and a large cut-out for Nikki's mammaries to hang downthrough. Nikki was never gagged as her primal screams pleasured James. Nikkiclimbed up the small ladder to the table, her erotic smooth white buttock fleshjiggling. She arranged herself properly face down and her huge titties hungdown now below the table, swaying and dangling; the gravity pulling the fleshbags more than a foot, blood rushing to the nipples, engorging and elongatingthe teats James's cinched the leather restraints around her torso, for hersafety and to restrain any involuntary movements to avoid the impending Session.
James, naked except for his black leather hood and crotchless black leathershorts, his prick also blood engorged and pulsating, walked over to the oaktable and picked up two small pairs of Stanley vice grips. He walked underthe table and proceeded to encase one of Nikki's very thick, long and extremelysensitive meaty nipples in the jaws of one of the vice grips and began to applypressure, soon compressing and then ultimately mashing the end of her nipplemeat. The vice grip ?took? and he let go; and Nikki began to scream, endlessly.James did the same with the other nipple. The weight of the vice grips pulledon Nikki's mammaries even more, stretching the spongy titty flesh further down.James's began to pull down with each hand on a vice grip and then twistingthe grips 360 degrees. Nikki's screaming increased several decibels. Jamespulled and twisted for several minutes as Nikki's voice went hoarse. Jamesretrieved a heavy eight inch wide leather strap and started to whip poor littleNikki's resilient but malleable mammary glands. Very very hard and very verylong. The white titties were soon thoroughly red welted. James would swingthe strap way back and then bring the well oiled leather as hard as he couldinto Nikki's massive tit flesh bags. The leather would appear to almost vanishinto the flesh and then it would spring back and Nikki's tits would fly upin the opposite direction, hitting the underside of the table. Unfortunatelyfor Nikki the underside had razor sharp little tacks imbedded and protrudingabout 1/64 th of an inch. The leather would explode with a loud ?SPLAT? withevery hit and Nikki's titties were turning a very dark red with wide raisedparallel welts. James would alternate hands for the whipping but finally tiredafter twenty minutes He retrieved the 3? wide leather strap that was soakingin the bleach-salt solution. A very heavy instrument that would deeply weltand indent Nikki's spongy malleable tit flesh. That had more of a ?THWAT? sound.About 100 ?THWATS? later James's placed the thin leather strap back into thesolution (for later use on Nikki's asshole meat).
Back several years ago when Nikki was Miss Indiana and a naïve virgin,she couldn't have even conceived of her current state of life. Back then shewas on her way to Hollywood for a screen test and had dreams of a movie-starcareer. But a lack of talent and luck soon landed her a job as a cocktail waitressand eventually a fortuitous encounter with the famous criminal attorney JamesMonroe. A whirlwind romance with the caring and sensitive attorney showeringher with love and diamonds and then, inevitably, a walk up the marriage aisle.When they entered the Honeymoon Suite at the Ritz Carlton in Laguna Nigel,Nikki's life changed then and there. James ripped and shredded her weddinggown and lingerie and proceeded to hogtie her with a hundred feet of nylonclothes line. He positioned her on the king size bed facing the rear backboardand draped Nikki's massive virgin titties over the backboard, the sharp edgesof the backboard cutting into the base of her alabaster titty flesh as therest of her mammary meat overhung and sagged over the outer side of the backboard. James slid his belt through the loops of his trousers and then commenceda merciless and vicious whip-beating of Nikki's tittie meat, paying particularattention concentrating whipping her areoles and nipples for an uninterruptedhour, slowly but surely stripping her skin. When he was done those areas ofher exquisite breasts were blood-raw welted. That evening she learned in thoroughand painful detail the nuances of oral and anal sodomy. That evening she learnedwhat the rest of her life would b married to a psychopathic sadist.
?OK Nikki, I think we got your titties warmed up for that cute little Malaysiancane. Ask me to cane your breasts, Nikki. Ask me real nice??
?Please James, cane my titties.? His beautiful little cunt-bitch wife wassniffling and moaning.
?OK baby, we just got to stretch out your tittie meat nice and taught. Daddyneeds to do some work on your areoles and nipples and then your mammaries willreceive the hard caning they deserve.?
Nikki's red-whipped tittie meat had become increasing swollen due to the extendedbeating and gravity blood flow, particularly the areoles and nipples. Jamescarefully removed the vice-grips from each nipple; the rubbery teat meat hadbeen deeply bruised by the extreme compression of the grips. James now retrievedthe old hickory wood paddle with a rough sand-paper surface and for a steadyfifteen minutes began , with viciously applied upswings, to brutally beat Nikki'snipples and areoles, smashing and bruising the elongated and fat nipples. Hislittle Nikki was writhing and twisting and crying. Pulling down and stretchingeach nipple with thumb and forefinger, James carefully took sharp thin shirtpins and pressed them horizontally through the rubbery flesh of her long fatnipples at the base of the areoles. He could hear Nikki whimpering and thrashingabove him. He entwined around each needle a slip knot of fishing line and tiedoff each line piano-wire tight diagonally at the feet of each of the frontlegs of the table. Now each of Nikki's welt-bloated breast-meat orbs was tightlystretched and separated, having the effect of delineating clearly the hundredsof red strap marks and welts.
James walked over to the ivory inlaid Philippine mahogany case and openedthe lid. Resting inside the soft felt insert was the 12? Malaysian Cane. Honedand machined to almost razor sharpness along one edge yet with the slightestflexibility this dreaded instrument of punishment was James favorite, as itproduced pain extremis in the proper hands. When he first procured the cane,he was an amateur and he had experimented using it on his big buxom-bitch Mexicansecretary. It had taken him months to properly apply the instrument so as tonot cut too deeply into breast meat tissue. Unfortunately, his secretary'shuge tits were now a mass of permanent scars from his experimentation and learning.As they say, practice makes perfect. One wanted to apply just enough forceto cut the surface skin but not into the subcutaneous tissue as that wouldproduce the bleeding and scarring. James was now the Artiste and he knew theproper limits when caning Nikki's beatific tit meat. He would cut just enoughto evince the maximum pain and paint even parallel red lines all up and downNikki's mammarries. He particularly was proud of the art work he could andwould create on Nikki's erotic large swollen areoles and also her meaty tootsie-rollsized meaty nipples. (James would also regularly apply the cane on Nikki'swhite-white smooth alabaster inner buttock-crack meat and, of course, directlyon her precious tender pink asshole meat; as a prelude to a Sodomy Rape PunishmentSession.)
Infused and supercharged with lust, this was James' favorite and most taxingpart of Nikki's MTTS. He was Micalangelo painting the Sistine Chapel. Jamespoured a large splash of 18 year-old Glenlivet in a Waterford cut-glass tumblerand swigged it down. It was time for the artist to paint his masterpiece. Nikki'sred-welted mammaries were stretched down as tight as possible short of rippingany tissue. The taughtness of her tittie flesh would mean more pain as thewicked cane cut across and into Nikki's precious breast flesh. He would startcaning horizontally at the top base of the titties and slowly work down, andall around, to the ultra sensitive areole meat and then the fat and long nips.The pain for Nikki was about to go off the Richter Scale.
?THWIK, THWIK, THWIK?. A quick triple application at the top or base of Nikki'sright titty; perfect even parallel red lines, one half inch apart; the lastline cut in a tiny too deep at the end, a droplet of blood forming. Nikki screamingin silence as she had lost her voice, the table creaking as Nikki hopelesslyattempts to break the leather cinches. James rigid meatus involuntary leakingsmelly pre-ejaculate. James also smells the rut- sex smell wafting from Nikki'sfat cunt genitilia. James methodically picks up the cadence, three at a time;he now has covered the entire right side of Nikki's right mammary tit fleshbut stops short of the areole. James changes position and begins to paint thefront side of both of her taughtly stretched but red-bloated titty spheres.Red lines all up and down the mass of her breast meat. James will now workthe cane on the back or undersides of Nikki's titties, so sensitive and tenderthere. A miniscule cut here and there that evinces tiny droplets of blood.James licks and cauterizes with his lapping tongue, salty but sweet. Nikkisobbing silently. The Library is totally silent except for the interminable ?THWIK,THWIK, THWIK? James has now covered all the titty meat, both pain-wracked orbs,a perfect geometric pattern of thin red cane cuts all up and down her massivethrobbing and glowing sweaty breast flesh. James takes a razor-knife and cutsthe fish line, Nikki's boobies released and dangling straight down again, thedamaged red mass of tit meat pulsating and just slightly swaying together asif choreographed to some perverse ballet. Nikki's large sweaty areoles andfat turgid nipples are now exposed for James to apply one of his Cuban Cohiba's.James withdraws an eight inch Churchill from the sterling-silver humidor andlights the one hundred dollar stogie. Drawing deeply and creating a white hotcoal on the end of the rare cigar, he slowly brings the glowing scalding coalup to, but not quit touching, one of Nikki's large red-welted spongy areoles.James could see a symmetric circle burn welt begin to rise on the tender pain-wrackedflesh; above, Nikki?s violent movements trying to wrench and levitate off thetorture table. James using the exact same procedure all around both of Nikki'sareoles and nipple teats, with the resulting circular burn welts; James rigidcock, the semen emissions sliding out the urethral slit down his long swollenslimy fuck gland. James glanced at his 18k Rolex President. He had been brutalizinghis beautiful wife's titties for over three hours. Time to face-fuck the bitch.He un-cinched his sobbing Pain Toy.
James poured himself another scotch, picked up a pair of needle-nose pliersand strolled over to the oversized soft leather Victorian chair and floppeddown. He signaled with his finger for Nikki to come over. He watched her walkto him, her red, strapped and burn- welted mammaries swaying back and forth,contrasting with her otherwise smooth alabaster skin. She got down on her kneesand immediately began to mouth-fuck James wide and long pulsating prick shaft.With her plump red lips and white teeth she started to milk the rigid slimygland. James rolled and squeezed Nikki's burn-welted nipples with thumbs andforefingers, pressing and compressing the rubbery teats and digging his fingernails deep into the pain-wracked teats. He then picked up the needle-nosedpliers and opened the jaws wide, wrapped it around the end of her left areoleand compressed down, pinching the tender flesh until he had mashed it flat.More tears flowing down her flushed face, Nikki began to deep throat-fuck herhusband's long cock, buring the prick into the deep recess of her tiny andtight throat. James began to slowly but voluminously ejaculate his acrid andviscous jism down Nikki's esophagus. James released the pliers momentarilyand then mashed the end of her left teat, compressing the tenderized meat toalmost total flatness. Nikki began to furiously move her head up and down Jamesmassive cock gland, milking the ever increasing volumes of his smelly spunk.Ribbons of saliva and semen leaked out around Nikki's vacuum suctioned mouth,James started his climax with his cock now spraying, an endless voluminousejaculation of his thick foul semen, discharging it straight down Nikki's whiteslender throat.
Tomorrow, he would viciously groove-whip and cane her tender alabaster innerbuttock flesh and her precious anal ring meat??????????
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“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
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What if you could... start over? Try again? Charge forward into life with a brand new perspective? Imagine a reality where you didn't have to look down at yourself and sigh; where you look in the mirror every day, with your ideal self looking back at you. Think of a world where problems like body dysmorphia didn't exist. Never too tall, too short, too thin or fat, too much or too little of any part of you, of anyone. Sounds good, doesn't it? From the welcoming arms of Encephalon Silver, we...
TranssexualAnn couldn't remember when those dreams started. Ever since her breasts became so large, pictures of her globes started popping up in her mind all the time. Her boobs materialized as part of old paintings and art installations, on walls and windows, in fruit baskets and even inside bookshelves! It was just crazy, and quite irritating. At some point, Ann was concerned that she was about to go crazy. She knew she had to do something about those weird thoughts. And so she decided to study art,...
Final Year Project Per & Dorothy (Dor) are final year students living in London, Per is Swedishfinishing a degree in Media & Communications (which gives him a lot offree time) and Dor is finishing a degree in Fashion. Dor is a full time Gothand dresses in Goth fashion at all times. Per has been working at a club forthe last two years which twice a month holds a Bondage / Fetish night. AsPer can get her in for free Dor went along for a look and soon found that shewas into the bondage scene. As...
Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...
New Project By: Light Clark Synopsis: Tyler Gahret cares for nothing more than science, so when someone attempts to recruit him while he is returning to his usual job, he is all set to refuse. When he learns what the new project he's being recruited for is, however, he finds it too tempting to resist. Warning: This story is 'technically' set in the Whateley universe. It makes mention of a few characters and places from that universe, but does not use them for anything major. It...
She was hot! She was hot and she knew it. The table had been 'guy central' as guy after guy made the pilgrimage to the shrine to ask for her to bestow even the smallest amount of attention on them. She danced with a few, but turned three times as many away. Some things never change. She was hot! She was hot and she knew it. The two girls with her weren't bad, but they didn't even come close to her. A steady stream of guys made their way to her table and after a moment or two of...
Kelly and her dad were out walking in the park one autumn day; Kelly skipping along in a short summer frock, kicking through the fallen leaves. Kelly occasionally flipping up the back of the skirt to reveal the bright pink boy panties that her dad loved. He would often just lie on the sofa stroking and licking the tiny crescents of her bum cheek exposed by the panties; sometimes without even fucking her properly. Once aroused she would flip his hard erection out of his trousers and into her...
Lori scraped one last sliver of clay away from her art project. It was finished. She looked at it critically. It was a recreation of the statue "The Thinker" that she had done from a photograph of the famous piece. It had taken her six months. But it looked good. She was sure anyone would recognize it. The muscles in the naked man's body had been much harder to form than she had thought they would be. But now it was done. She'd turn it in tomorrow. Ms Haskins would fire it in the big kiln...
The Human Toilet ProjectIt all began with a casual visit to the Misc. part of Craigslist's job openings. I didn't necessarily need a job because I had begun to receive Social Security just a few months ago, but you are allowed to have a little part time work. The listing was as follows.The University of California Berkeley Psychology Dept in coordination with UC Medical School Dept of Internal Medicine need a male volunteer for their human toilet project. We prefer someone who has never been a...
The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...
Trumped Up Punishments 16 – Charlotte’s ordeal: Televised punishmentCharlotte woke up after a restless night. She was known as the school rebel, and had been due to be punished at a punishment assembly open to the paying public the night before. Fortunately proceedings had been delayed – two boys had been severely punished, and to top it all, had been arrested just as their ordeal appeared to be over. Their case had been expedited for trial, but they would have another two weeks at least to...
Yeah – I know – not my usual but for those following the story, long awaited. Thank you for your patience. Part 9 After the marathon tit wank, the women, mostly pissed fell out of the spa, grabbed robes and staggered off. I relaxed into the spa and finished off two half empty bottles of bubbly, then I too lurched upstairs to sleep it off. **************** I awoke to the sound of the telephone ringing next to the bed. It was Monica. “Caught you. Not busy are you?” “No. Just me.” “Good....
Catherine Dixon’s Punishment By Jonnyboy A Five part Story taken from certain events now reworked from the original by the Author who reserves copyright. This story is for the most part a work of fiction and should be viewed as such only by those over eighteen who view it as such and have no objection to the subjects of bondage/ bdsm/sexual slavery/voyeurism and emotional incest. Synopsis: Oblivious as to their real motives after being told they...
Punishment 2015 Stephen "It couldn't be… and yet for a brief moment I thought it was. Thegirl I had dreamed about…the girl that had figured in my every eroticfantasy. At school she had been head girl; three years above me and probably a millionlight years away from ever looking my way. Head girls don't talk to lowly 5 th .Graders, I wonder if in fact if they ever see them? Not that I am not worthy of a look. Even though I would never say it throughmodesty, I am good looking although only five...
The first four or so weeks at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College had flown by for the new Head Mistress, Amelia Marks. The slim, dark-haired lady had not administered a punishment since the Upper School assembly on that first day when the usually well-behaved Fiona Nicholls had been caught by the new Head Mistress using her mobile phone as she was outlining the changes that had been implemented, and that would affect, every girl at the exclusive fee-paying school. The Year Twelve girl had received...
SpankingIn the span of history, until relatively recently, a beating was given across the bare flesh, and dress had a significance limited to the procedures and drama of its removal. Before the great change, the chances were that a victim would be crudely stripped and flogged without more ado, but, if dress played any part at all, it was as an agent of humiliation rather than as a layer of protection: a soldier was the more shamed by being stripped of his full-dress uniform, and, by the same token,...
THE PUNISHMENT A man is unjustly accused of rape. His trial ends in a hung jury. To correct this "miscarriage of justice," a coven of witches punishes him by turning him into a girl and raping him multiple times, and then enacts spells forcing him to become a prostitute, while still remaining a man inside. But s/he manages to build a life with dignity and purpose, and eventually with love and happiness. Warning ... Contains limited descriptions of violence and rape. Table of...
Emma was looking forward to Lesley arriving at her house. Her mum and older sister were out all day which left the house empty for her to give Lesley the punishment she had asked for at the punishment area.Emma who was eighteen-years-old had enjoyed punishing the thieves the other day and after the initial surprise was looking forward to disciplining Lesley who had asked to be punished by her. Today as it was the weekend and very hot she was wearing a pink vest top with a bare midriff, with...
SpankingTHE PUNISHMENT A man is unjustly accused of rape. His trial ends in a hung jury. To correct this "miscarriage of justice," a coven of witches punishes him by turning him into a girl and raping him multiple times, and then enacts spells forcing him to become a prostitute, while still remaining a man inside. But s/he manages to build a life with dignity and purpose, and eventually with love and happiness. Table of Contents Prologue 1. North Western Texas State College 2....