Curiosity
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For several months Carrie had been talking about her desire to submit her body to a rigorous training program. Throughout the time that I had known her, it was clear to me that she derived an erotic thrill from having her body pushed to its limits, even when that entailed considerable physical stress and occasional pain. In order to satisfy her craving, we devised various games, which, for a time, she found sufficient. At first, these were games which we played at home where, completely naked, she would have me supervise her as she did a sequence of calisthenics. My role was had two components. First, I was to make sure that she do each exercise until her body was exhausted, and second, I was to closely monitor her body while it was working. These two roles were consistent, since the best way for me to know when she could endure no more was for me to probe that portion of her body on which she was making demands. Thus, for example, when she was performing sit-ups, I would place my hands on her abdomen and not allow her to stop until I could feel her muscles begin to fail.
After a time, we would sometimes play our games in a more public setting. Once, at a hotel where there was a swimming pool, Carrie decided to have me work on her tummy while we lay together on the lawn by the pool. Clad in a tight-fitting swimming suit, she lay on her back and, using only her abdominal muscles, lifted her head several inches off the ground. Although this form of sit-up was mild by comparison to those she did in her usual routine, it brought her muscles into stark relief under her suit and, after a time, caused those muscles to burn. When she started to feel her muscles flag, she invited me to use her tummy as a pillow and asked me to make her maintain her position for as long as I thought she could. By the time I let her relax, her belly was trembling.
On a different occasion, we went together to a gym where there were exercise machines available. This time Carrie wore a simple leotard which hugged every curve of her otherwise naked body. At each station, it was my duty to make certain that she do as many reps as possible. As we proceeded, her leotard became glued to her sweating body, which became increasingly visible to one and all. For example, while she was working her pectoral muscles, every movement of her breasts was obvious and the points of her nipples were blatantly visible under their scant covering. In spite of, or perhaps because of, the immodesty involved, Carrie persevered. In fact, she told me later that the only machine at which she nearly balked was the one for the inner thighs. Indeed, as she well knew, each time she spread her legs, she was presenting her open labia to anyone who cared to look at the folds of her damp leotard as it stretched over her crotch, and she was aware that there were several men besides me who were enjoying the view.
However, as much as she liked our games, Carrie wanted more. Specifically, she wanted to put herself under the control of someone besides me. As Carrie explained, she felt that the intimacy of our relationship made me incapable of imposing the sort of disinterested discipline which she wanted to experience. What she wanted was someone who was capable of bringing her to a state in which the distinction between pain and erotic excitement would be blurred. With this in mind, we began to look for someone who could satisfy her curiosity. Our search was complicated by the fact that we did not know for what we were really looking. On the one hand, we did not want to find a sadist. On the other hand, we wanted to be sure that the person we found would have the skill and expertise to give Carrie the experiences she craved. For a long time, we debated whether that person should be male or female. In the end, Carrie convinced me that only another woman would know enough about the female anatomy and psyche to induce the sensations which she sought.
With the help of the internet, we at last found a promising notice. A masseuse affiliated with a high-end health club had placed an ad in which she claimed that she had spent many years training women to successfully explore their bodies and fantasies, and, after we visiting the health club to make sure that it was the sort of place which we could trust, we made an appointment.
The Initial Session: The day arrived on which we were to meet the woman who would be training Carrie's body. In preparation for the interview, Carrie, knowing that her body would be on display, took special care with her toilet. Perhaps the fact that the person who would be paying such intimate attention to her body would be a woman, Carrie wished to be sure that her body would be presented at its best. Thus, she made certain that she removed any unsightly hair from her underarms and legs, trimmed her pubic hair, and finally chose a simple dress under which her otherwise naked body was displayed in a demure but attractive manner. Once she had finished her preparations, she took a deep breath and, with trembling fingers, grasped my arm as we left for her appointment.
The room to which we were guided when we arrived at the gym was brightly lit and completely white. Except for a large mirror covering one wall and a variety of equipment, some clearly designed for exercises but others with less obvious applications, the room was essentially unadorned. In fact, there was so little furniture that we were not sure where to sit while we waited. However, our wait was a short one. Within a few minutes of our arrival, a tall, well built woman joined us and introduced herself as Olga. From the moment she entered, Olga's attention was focused on Carrie, whom she immediately approached and, without further ado, began to inspect with both her eyes and her hands. After a few minutes, she asked Carrie to remove all her clothes and step up on a small platform facing the mirror. Her tone and demeanor were clinical without being brusque. When Carrie had complied and was standing on the platform, Olga had her raise her arms to shoulder level and then resumed in earnest her examination of the body which was now blatantly available to her. In the pose which was she required to maintain, the skin covering Carrie's torso was stretched so that every sinew and bone was brought into relief and her waist hallowed in a way which emphasized the flair of her hips. Stepping forward so that her face was within inches of her target, Olga began a careful palpitation of Carrie's front. Starting with the outstretched arms, she squeezed and assessed each muscle as she proceeded from the arms to the shoulder and laps, then to the abdomen, and finally to the thighs and calves. As she proceeded, Olga made detailed observations about what she was finding and drew my attention to those aspects which she thought would interest me. For example, with her hands firmly gripping the sides of Carrie's waist, she pointed out that the gentle curve of Carrie's belly tightened in a way which caused the region around her navel to tip so that her belly-button pointed up instead of forward, and, maintaining her less than gentle grip, Olga invited me to probe Carrie's proffered navel with a finger. Similarly, with her hands digging deep into the soft flesh at the top of Carrie's thighs, she commented on how, in response to small changes in her grip, she could make Carrie flex her hips and buttock. More generally, during all her manipulations Carrie's body, Olga encouraged me to investigate Carrie's involuntary reaction to what she was doing. When she had completed her initial trip down Carrie's body, Olga, after telling Carrie to rest her arms along her sides, turned her attention to Carrie's breasts. Joining Carrie on the platform, Olga, with her own front brushing Carrie's back, reached under Carrie's now damp underarms in order to place a hand over each breast. Once she had a firm hold on the resilient flesh under her hands, she began a penetrating examination of Carrie's breasts. Occasionally, when Olga's fingers probed the mammary glands and ducts lying below the surface, Carrie seemed about to protest. However, remembering the commitment which she had made, she never gave voice to her protests.
In some ways more difficult for Carrie than the physical manipulation of her body was the humiliation and excitement that that manipulation produced in her. Having a woman not only purposefully force her pelvis to simulate coitus while I watch, but also have that same woman make sure that I appreciate every nuance of the response that she was eliciting, was for Carrie a form of self-immolation to which she had never imagined submitting. The difficulty of coming to terms with her emotions were only increased by what Olga did next. Namely, when she had finished thoroughly palpating Carrie's breasts, Olga stepped down from the platform and rolled forward a trolley on which sat several instruments, each of which was specifically designed to measure a particular portion of the female anatomy. Olga began with several completely conventional measurements, with a tape, of Carrie's arms, chest, bust, waist, lower belly, hips, thighs, and calves. Aside from Olga's editorial remarks as she recorded her findings, Carrie found these measurements relatively easy to tolerate. The only one of them to which she wanted to object was the measurement of her belly. Namely, after circling her belly with the tape and recording the result, Olga administered a stinging slap just below Carrie's navel and then redid the measurement, now sure that Carrie would not be using the muscles in her tummy to tuck it in. Putting her tape aside, Olga completed her inventory of Carrie's body by making a detailed measurement of her breasts. Using a adjustable, circular metal band, she measured the circumference of each breast in several places, starting at their base and moving outward so that her last measurement was of the circumference of Carrie's areolae. Finally, with a pair of calipers, she measured each nipple twice, once before and once after stimulating the nipple to full erection.
However, it was only when Olga had completed these comparatively benign measurements that Carrie's resolve was pushed to its limit. The measurement which she found most humiliating was the one in which the strength of her vaginal muscles was tested. For this purpose, Olga, after having Carrie spread her legs, returned to Carrie's upper thighs where she now renewed the manipulations which had earlier evoked the salacious gyrations in Carrie's pelvic region. But this time, the sexual content of what she was doing was much more explicit. Indeed, once Olga saw Carrie's labia begin to swell, Olga asked me to spread them so that Carrie's clitoris became accessible. Once Olga had Carrie in a state of considerable, if embarrassed, excitement, she introduced into Carrie's vagina a narrow glass tube. About an inch from the top of the tube was a strip of about two inches where it swelled to a diameter of slightly less than an inch, and at the bottom of the tube hung a metal ring. When she had the tube lodged about five inches inside Carrie, she opened a box containing a sequence of lead weights and attached the lightest of these to the metal ring. After several seconds, she replaced that weight with a heavier one and continued increasing the weight attached until she saw the tube begin to drop. At this point, Olga re-inserted the tube until its top rested against Carrie's uterus and instructed Carrie to use her vaginal muscles to prevent it from dropping. Motivated by a desire to both prove herself and not humiliate herself further, Carrie strove mightily to keep the tube from falling. Never before had she realized how much physical effort is required to control muscles which are only semi-voluntary and unaccustomed to duress. Thus, after a couple of minutes, a thin film of sweat coated her entire body, all the way from her face to her now trembling pelvis. In spite of the intense stress of doing so, Carrie succeeded in keeping the tube from dropping for long enough to satisfy the demanding Olga, and for this she received the one sign of admiration which Olga bestowed on her that day.
Without giving her much time to recover from her vaginal calisthenics, Olga turned her attention back to Carrie's breasts. After positioning the trolley directly in front of Carrie, she used specially drilled holes in the surface of the trolley to attach a semi-circular metal rod which rose, at its highest point, to the level of Carrie's chin. She then put on this semi-circle a pair of light rods which were held in place by clamps fitted with hinges, thereby leaving the rod free to swing. Hanging from each rod was an electric wire running to a motion sensitive device which recorded any movement of the rods. When she was satisfied with her preparations, Olga had Carrie bend at the waist so that her firm breasts were pulled by gravity into a pair of succulent cones and her nipples just touched the rods. Finally, using several strips of adhesive tape, Olga attached each of Carrie's nipples to a rod. Up to this point, neither Carrie nor I knew what Olga had in mind, and, after the indignities to which she had already been subjected, Carrie found this new trial reasonably tame. However, that assessment was shattered when Olga took a step backward, armed herself with a ruler, and began a systematic tapping of Carrie's breasts. By tapping first on the outer surfaces, then on the inner surfaces, and finally directly up on the taped nipples, she set Carrie's hanging breasts in motion. Each bounce and swing as measured, with great precision, by the device to which the rods were connected. Adding insult to injury, she handed the ruler to me so that she could monitor more closely the measurements being recorded while I applied the ruler to Carrie's increasingly sore breasts. As Olga explained, her purpose was to learn as much as possible about the musculature supporting Carrie's breasts and the firmness of the breasts themselves, and, by the time that Olga had the information she sought, Carrie's breasts were red and tingling.
After releasing her breasts from the rods, Olga had Carrie stand down from the platform. In spite of Olga's slightly martial tone, she is not an uncaring person. To wit, when Carrie was back on the floor and staring incredulously in the mirror at her own slightly swollen breasts, Olga suggested that I try to relieve Carrie's discomfort by caressing those inflamed orbs. In addition, knowing that Carrie had already been forced to accept more than she had bargained for, Olga took advantage of this interlude to make sure that Carrie wanted to continue. Thus, as I clasped Carrie's warm breasts in my hands, Olga explained that if Carrie agreed to proceed, the next stage of the interview would make extreme demands on her body. Perhaps because she was re-assured by the pleasure I was giving her breasts, Carrie hesitated only a moment before assuring Olga that she wanted to continue.
Encouraged by Carrie's assurance, Olga left us in order to prepare for the next stage in the interview while I continued massaging Carrie's breast. She removed the platform and replaced the trolley with a sturdy table. The surface of the new table was well padded. In addition, it was segmented so that one or more sections could be adjusted or removed independently of the others. Taking care to position the table so that one of its shorter ends pointed toward the mirror, Olga locked its wheels. After giving Carrie a few more minutes to enjoy the comfort that my hands were providing, when Olga saw that Carrie's breasts were returning to their normal color and that further fondling would push her into a state of lassitude, she had Carrie climb onto the table with her belly on its padded top. Using softly padded straps which were embedded at strategically chosen places, Olga proceeded to secure Carrie's lower body to the table. When she had finished, each of Carrie's legs was firmly attached to the table by three straps, one at the ankle, one just below the knee, and on the thigh, just below her crotch. The way that the straps held her legs slightly apart left Carrie's nether region on display, and, considering the precision with which Olga did everything else, I assumed that this too was no accident.
Having checked the straps, Olga gave Carrie a pat on her upturned buttock and went to the middle of the table, where there were several wheels with which she could control the individual segments of the surface. The wheel she chose to turn caused the top third of the table to drop from beneath Carrie's prone torso. Taken by surprise, Carrie's torso dropped along with its receding support, with the result that she found herself, bent at the waist, with her upper body dangling from her pelvic bones. Before the blood had time to rush to Carrie's head, Olga moved to one side of Carrie's bent torso and had me position myself on the opposite side. She then told Carrie to lock her hands behind her neck and pull her head back while the two of us, grasping her at the elbow and armpit, hoisted her body into a back bend. In this position, Carrie's upper body assumed a graceful curve, with her breasts riding high on her chest and her abdominal muscles clearly visible under her stretched skin. I was struck by how much she resembled the prow of some classic sailing ship, a resemblance which she was able to appreciate herself as she looked at her own image in the mirror. However, her ability to appreciate her image was interrupted when Olga, after having me move the hand I had on Carrie's elbow to the armpit which she had been holding, climbed up onto the table, sat herself atop Carrie's buttock, and leaned forward so that her hands could circle Carrie's midriff. Using her strong fingers, she dug into the smoothly drawn cords of muscle running on either side of the center-line of Carrie's taut abdomen, and, with great skill, began to prize them apart. Naturally, Carrie attempted to relieve the strain on her tummy by lowering her body so that her muscles could relax, and, at first, it took all my strength to prevent her from doing so. Fortunately, after Olga had been at it for a while, Carrie's stomach muscles gradually learned to accommodate the invading fingers and it became easier for her to tolerate what was being done to them.
When it seemed clear that Carrie was past the point of struggling, Olga retrieved a device which was attached at the foot of the table. This turned out to be a halter which she slipped over Carrie's head and fastened so that Carrie's position would be maintained by three bands, two broad straps running just above and just below her breasts to keep her torso bent and a thin one running around her forehead to prevent her from dropping her head. Freed from my responsibility of holding her in position, Olga had me move down the table to the juncture at the top of Carrie's crotch where, as she put it, I should do my best to distract Carrie from the travail to which Olga was subjecting her tummy. I began my diversionary maneuvers by running my hands along the smooth skin on Carrie's rounded buttock and along her inner thighs. Then, when I saw that my petting had attracted her attention, I moved one of my hands into the moist, warm pocket formed by Carrie's labia. There, with great care, I sought out her waiting clitoris, which, when I located it, I stroked with a steady rhythm. I was rewarded for my efforts by the look of ecstasy which soon replaced the one of pain which had been on Carrie's face. In fact, it seemed that Carrie had entered a state in which her mind was able to cancel the torment of Olga's continued assault on her abdominal muscles with the the sexual pleasure I was giving her clitoris. As I result, Olga and I were able to keep Carrie from succumbing to exhaustion for a protracted period, by the end of which Carrie was torn between her desire to have us continue and her need to have us desist. Thus, even though Carrie's relief when we at last released her was enormous, she regretted leaving the surreal state into which she had been transported.
Because of the stress to which she had been subjected, Carrie required our help when she tried to rise from the table. Once her feet were back on the floor, Carrie stared in amazement at the reflection of her sore belly, which had acquired a mottled pink hue. Not wanting her to catch cold, Olga draped a large towel over her shoulders and brought a chair for her to sit on. Even after she was seated, Carrie's eyes remained glued to her own image, from which she was obviously deriving considerable narcissistic pleasure. In fact, while Olga went to fetch her a glass of water, Carrie adjusted her posture to purposefully make her stomach more prominent. When she returned with the water, Olga solicitously inquired about her condition and urged Carrie to enjoy the brief respite she was being given from her labors. Further, to enhance Carrie's enjoyment, Olga suggested that I stand behind Carrie's seated figure and gently massage the hard worked muscles in Carrie's neck and shoulders while she made the preparations for the next stage in Carrie's training.
In our mutual reverie of her body, Carrie and I were oblivious to what Olga was doing. Thus, we hardly noticed the disappearance of the padded table and its replacement by large, vertical, rectangular frame and were somewhat taken aback by Olga's stern announcement that it was time to put Carrie's body back to work. Somewhat reluctantly, Carrie accepted Olga's invitation to place herself, facing the mirror, inside the rectangle and raise her arms so that Olga could fasten her wrists to its top with a pair of soft cuffs. Aside from the mild strain caused by having her arms held above her head, Carrie was reasonably comfortable and quite pleased by the image she saw of herself in the mirror. However, what Olga did next compromised Carrie's comfort, if not her pleasure in her image. Namely, gripping Carrie's left ankle in her hands, she drew the leg up and to the left and then placed it in a sling hanging from a rope attached to a winch mounted high up on the left side of the rectangle. At this point, Carrie's left leg was in the same plane as her hips and lay outside the frame, but Olga had no intentions of leaving it there. As soon as she assured herself that it was safe to proceed, Olga used the winch to slowly raise Carrie's leg, inch by inch, until its foot was inches from her head and the entire leg fit neatly, if painfully, inside the frame along with the rest of her body. When she had Carrie's leg at the height which she wanted it, Olga adjusted the sling so that it ran from her calf to her ankle, with the result that Carrie's leg was held straight and could not bend.
The image which Carrie now presented in the mirror was transformed. Most dramatic was the way in which the region around her crotch demanded our attention. From a purely aesthetic standpoint, what was most pleasing were the symmetrically placed curves of her thighs, the one espaliered against her torso and the other one bearing most of her weight. These curves gave definition to the entire region between them. Indeed, Carrie's lower body now resembled a ripe peach which has been slit to expose its pit. In this case, the ''pit'' was her vulva, which had been pulled forward from its usual hiding place. As her pelvis spread in response to the forces acting on it, her vulva opened to reveal its moist interior, thereby transforming what had been a whole pit into one which has been split to expose its seed. Further, the symmetry of her lower torso was intriguingly complemented by the asymmetry of her upper torso. On the left, her breast lay under her raised leg, which made the presence of her breast on the right, with its fully erect nipple, all the more dramatic. Of course Carrie's own appreciation of her image was tempered by the physical and psychological discomfort which its maintenance imposed on her. The physical discomfort was focused in the muscles of her raised leg. Specifically, her hamstring was begging for relief, and the tendons in her groin were stretched to what she was sure was their breaking point. The source of her psychological discomfort was the blatancy of her exposure. Never had she imagined that her vulva could be made so visibly the center of her being, especially when its visibility was so emphatically out of her control. The lurid way in which her own flesh was presented reminded her of Dali paintings she had seem, and it both disturbed and titillated her to realize that it was her body that had become the object in the picture.
Pleasing as Carrie's image was, {\ae}sthetics was not Olga's major aim. Thus, after admiring her handiwork, she once again grabbed Carrie's left ankle and forced the raised leg to move in a circular orbit whose diameter increased with each circuit. By working with care, Olga was stretching the tendons in Carrie's leg far further than they had ever been stretched before. In spite of Carrie's plaintive moans, Olga continued until she at last was able to bring Carrie's leg straight up. When she had the leg snugly pressed against Carrie's left breast, she reattached the rope holding the sling to prevent Carrie from easing the tension on her leg. Needless to say, Carrie was suffering and had every reason to regret having submitted herself Olga's care. Under traction as she was in the frame, with the muscles and tendons in both her legs begging for relief, she could not but wonder what she was doing there. At the same time, she was strangely elated. Even as a youngster taking ballet classes, her legs had never been limber enough for her to get them as high as her left leg was now, and certainly she had not known that her body, and particularly her nether regions, could be displayed to such remarkable effect. Even at the price they were costing her, Carrie was gratified by her realization that, once again, Olga was producing in her exactly the sort of ambivalent emotions which she had been seeking.
Entranced by the living sculpture into which she had turned Carrie's body, Olga stepped back to admire its beauty and told me to see what I could do to distract Carrie from her pain. In view of the gaping vulva which Carrie presented, I had no doubt about where to apply my services. Indeed, her fully distended clitoris was readily available at the apex of Carrie's welcoming vulva, and it required no imagination on my part to realize that it must be begging for attention. Thus, after drawing up a chair, I sat myself directly in front of Carrie, placed a finger at the tip of her clitoris, and proceeded to play her with the joy stick which nature had placed at my disposal. Carrie's response was immediate. In a vain attempt to control what I was doing, she fought the bonds which held her. Because there was little else that she could do, she would raise herself on the toe of her right foot in the hope that she could in that way win herself some wiggle room. However, all her struggling was for naught, and she after a short while she decided that she had better just accept the frustration which accompanied the pleasure I was providing her.
Sensing that I had tormented Carrie's clitoris long enough, Olga suggested that I might want to try other, more satisfying techniques, and seeing that I was more than willing to try, she discreetly left the room. After removing my clothes, I clasped Carrie's body in my arms and guided my penis to the entrance of her vagina. Much to my surprise, and in spite of her copious secretions, I discovered that it was difficult to penetrate more than an inch or so into her body. As we both quickly realized, her normally straight vaginal channel was no longer straight. Instead, when her vulva moved forward, her vaginal channel was forced to follow and was now curving up and forward, with result that, in order for me to penetrate further, she would have to allow the walls of her vagina to be stretched. Thus, I continued only after she confirmed that she was willing to endure this new form of assault on her already stressed body. When I renewed my efforts, I found that progress was possible if I moved slowly enough to give her vagina time to accommodate each step in my invasion, and as I worked my penis against her vaginal muscles, I began to suspect that Olga knew full well what she was doing when she suggested that I enter Carrie. Indeed, as we strove to reach orgasm, I was giving Carrie's vagina, not to mention my own penis, as diabolically strenuous a workout as anyone could devise. Moreover, even when we at last achieved orgasm, the workout did not come to an end until my erection subsided sufficiently for me to disengage my penis from the iron grip her vagina had on it.
As soon as we did manage to disengage, Carrie's ability to rise above her pain forsook her. Thus, it was with great relief that she greeted Olga's reappearance, and her relief became outright gratitude when Olga released her leg and she was able once again to stand on both legs. However, before releasing her still stretched body from the frame, Olga took the opportunity to explain that this initial session was at an end and what would be expected of her were Carrie to choose to return for another. Although Olga's examination had found Carrie's body to be in good condition, she felt that Carrie's waist could be reduced and her legs should be more limber. For these reasons, she demanded that, before working on Carrie's body again, Carrie would have to take an inch off her waistline and spend time at a ballet barre having her legs stretched. To emphasize her point, she then produced a belt made out of a padded wire fitted with a small, button shaped buckle on one end. After passing the belt around the Carrie's waist, she tightened it to the circumference which she required that Carrie achieve, anchored in place by pushing the buckle into Carrie's navel, and snipped off the extra wire. With her body stretched as it was, the belt was a comfortable fit. However, when Carrie's body was released, it was clear that the belt would be tight enough to sink into her flesh, which is exactly what happened after Olga removed the cuffs from Carrie's wrists and allowed her to leave the frame. Before leaving us, Olga suggested that Carrie not remove the belt but wear it as a constant reminder of the dimensions which Olga had dictated that she should achieve.
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BDSMAn invite to my neighbor Lisa's house for tonight. Lisa and I can best be described as "Neighbors with Benefits". It had been a month or so since we had matching schedules. I can say, I was really anxious for what this night could bring. The evening came and we went out for a quick dinner and some drinks. While there, Lisa kept excusing herself and would go outside and make phone calls."Is there something wrong?" I asked after she came back from one of her trips."Oh, no, nothing wrong. One of...
This a true story from way back, and a little emphasised in parts but you get the drift... ...............Part 1 At the time I was around 12-13 home life was often strict and dysfunctional at the best of times. The school summer break had only just began and my feelings of dread started to role in regarding having to do stuff in the garage with dad when I would rather be out hanging with Anthony who's mom and dad owned the Tavern inn across from where we lived.This...
CuriosityBy Sarah Part 1 – Sarah Gets TrappedSarah was always an imaginative and curious girl growing up. From age 13 on, she kept having dreams where she was a slave girl, a pony girl, a dolcett girl, a cow, just about every sort of slave that could be seen wandering the streets of Dolcett. She always seemed to wake up, thought, before she experienced an orgasm in her dreams. Being 19 now, Sarah was legally able to declare herself as meat or slave at any time, or could be considered...
I was always a shy kid. So having girlfriends was out of question. I was so shy that when I heard my classmates joke about hand practice I would fucking blush. Without knowing what it meant. One day a friend said just grab hold of your dick and rub it from top to bottom. It will harden. After some time you will feel funny. And something will come out. Fuck that was never so. I nearly hurt my dick by rubbing it for an hour. And God only knows if anything came out. Such was the level of my sexual...
IncestIt has been 3 days since Mumtaz’s admirer contacted her. His number seems to be switched off. With the help of some influential people, Mumtaz tried to track him. But to her surprise, they said the number doesn’t exist. The last time he contacted was at Alex’s party through the vibrating panties. Mumtaz still wondered how she moaned and almost climaxed at the dinner table. But what caught her attention was Lissy and the way she jerked off a complete stranger. Mumtaz stared at her computer...
The Caraballo family consisted of Wayne, Lillian, and their son James. They lived in a ranch in the Midwestern part of the United States, away from the chaos and judgments of modern society. If you saw where and how they lived, you would think they were living in the 1970s.Lillian, 34, grew up poor and met Wayne when she left home at eighteen looking for work. She found stability with him at the ranch, and it wasn’t long before she ended up pregnant and making wedding arrangements. She was now...
IncestMy name is Eric Samson, I'm thirty five years old and I'm looking in at my newborn daughter through the viewing window at the maternity ward. Her mom, is resting comfortably, and I'm waiting for a nurse to come out and suit me up, so I can hold my daughter again. For some reason, the nurses always want to put me and other visitors in scrubs, and clean us up before they allow us to touch the baby. I guess it makes sense because I wouldn't want anything to happen to my precious little angel...
With sudden force I snap back into the reality which holds me captive. I am sadly not even confused. It seems as real as anything else, despite it’s multitudinous artificial qualities. There is still something kind of hot about being trapped here, though… About not knowing how I’ve come to this place, and having less idea still of how such a place could even come to be. It’s hard to see why, but there’s even a mysterious something that turns me on about not knowing who or what has taken...
FemdomHi, my name is Charles and this story's about when I went on holiday with one of my friends. "how far away are we?" Harry asked. Harry had been asking the same question for the last hour. "About 5 minutes away" Harrys father replied. We finally arrived at the house. It was an old cottage beside the railway line. It had been painted recently but was dirty due to the trains going past. I grabbed my bags out of the car and took them inside. "Which bedroom are we...
“Oww,” she slipped out. One of the clones noticed her. “Who’s there,” the clone called. “What someone’s here,” Naruto asked. He dispelled the clones and saw Hinata on the ground. “Hinata? What are you doing here?” She immediately started blushing. “Ugh, um, ugh,” Hinata stammered. She always got tongue tied around naruto. “I heard something going on over here and when I got here I tripped and fell.” “Oh let me help you up.” Naruto gave her a hand getting up. Hinata tried to say thanks but...
Melissa Moore was the smartest girl I ever knew, at least before I got to college. She was one of those kids who crawled out of the crib reading her picture books. She was so smart, but she didn’t flaunt it, she just got her A’s and smiled. So I was surprised when she came and sat across from me at lunch when we were both juniors. She was a very pretty girl with a rapidly maturing body, fun to look at and think about, and she dressed kind of casually. “Got a question?” she said, with a grin.
I’ve just got home from one of the most interesting encounters I’ve ever had, so I thought I’d share it with you. I’m Paul by the way, a 35 year old gay guy, 6′, slim with short brown hair and blue eyes. It’s my eyes that get me noticed, not that I know why, they’ve always just been my eyes but other people seem to like them. I’m thankful for that because otherwise I’d be just your average Joe. Well this all started about 3 months ago when I was online in one of the chatrooms on Gaydar....
This is my first gay story. Please feel free to comment on my chapters or inbox me your thoughts. Obviously, I would love an author to join in. Hello and welcome to my story. If you’re here then I guess you’re either gay, bisexual, or like me, just… curious. So, let me set up the story. It is a story I have never told anyone before. The night I was turned, and experienced the other side love. My name is Dave. I'm not gay, I wouldn't even say I'm bisexual. Of course that last point is perhaps up...
GaySkip this to start if you don't care what I have to say. This is my first story so I don't know what the fuck I'm doing but I'm Going to try my best. leave tips if you want but for now I'm winging it, this first story is going to have comedy in it because porn and sex should be fun, if you cant have a good time then whats the point. Pictures will be included because I myself am more of a visual jerker so if you are too I hope you appreciate it! ENJOY! (or dont and in that case fuck off!) THIS...
RomancePart 1: Naked ObsessionBrian settled into his college life with an overwhelming workload, by day and by night. He was so thankful when all options for college accommodation were exhausted. His parents were left with no other choice but a one bedroomed, furnished apartment, across the road from the college.Frankly, he missed the freedom of home and especially mother’s cooking. Whenever his heavy study schedule allowed he scampered home for a long weekend to enjoy real food.Their neighbours of 20...
College SexI was always interested in dominant and submissive relationships in the bedroom. The thought of a strong man dominating me and showing me who was boss intrigued and excited me. A part of me thought I shouldn't feel this way, that it was wrong and perverted to feel so masochistic. But another part of me, the side that I kept hidden and locked away in my deepest recesses of my mind, wanted to be held down, slapped, choked, screamed at, used and abused like a slut. I finally found someone who I...
HardcoreI've just got home from one of the most interesting encounters I've ever had, so I thought I'd share it with you. I'm Paul by the way, a 35 year old gay guy, 6', slim with short brown hair and blue eyes. It's my eyes that get me noticed, not that I know why, they've always just been my eyes but other people seem to like them. I'm thankful for that because otherwise I'd be just your average Joe. Well this all started about 3 months ago when I was online in one of the chatrooms on Gaydar....
Gay MaleRima and her husband Abhi moved into a new town consequent upon his transfer and they picked this new apartment complex to live in until they could find a place of their own. Abhi was 33 and Rima 29 years old and had been married since she was 24.She had done a lot of research to find one of the better neighborhoods as her husband was now becoming established in a well paying job so they would be able to afford a nicer home than the one they just moved out of. Their marriage was good and...
[Cat doesn't mind when people find out about her 'friend'. Not a lot do, outside of her f*mily, and though Cat didn't come out and say, she doesn't shy away when asked. The first flashback will be how Jade found out, and the other flashback will be when Tori found out. Nothing sexual between Cat and Jade, but some small amount for Cat and Tori. The Jade flashback takes place during season one of 'VicTORIous'. The Tori one takes place early season four of 'VicTORIous', before Beck and Jade got...
Melissa Moore was the smartest girl I ever knew, at least before I got to college. She was one of those kids who crawled out of the crib reading her picture books. She was so smart, but she didn’t flaunt it, she just got her A’s and smiled. So I was surprised when she came and sat across from me at lunch when we were both juniors. She was a very pretty girl with a rapidly maturing body, fun to look at and think about, and she dressed kind of casually. “Got a question?” she said, with a grin. I...
First TimeIt was a warm fall day in the summer of 81 and we were running through the woods. My sister, who is two years older then me, and I had been swimming that afternoon and decided to head up the hill and go run around in the woods. We had built a fort and wanted to work on it some more. When we got there we went inside it and looked to see if there were any more things we needed to do to it. We were sitting on the floor of it when she noticed I had cut my stomach on a branch or something when we...
Hi, my name is Amit and this story is about my early days in Bangalore. As this was my first-time visit to Bangalore, I hardly knew anything about the place. When my friend Surbhi offered me to stay with her for the time being, it sounded good to me.lus It was a 2 BHK apartment which was shared by Surbhi and Kavya her colleague. I was given the hall. They had an extra cupboard which they gave it to me. The days passed by and the bonding between us 3 was growing with every passing day. We could...
I had been curious about guys for years. I had tried looking around online, but never really found someone I was satisfied with. Finally, one day I emailed a guy on craigslist who was perfect. He was just 24, I was 18, and a few inches taller than me, dirty blonde hair and a 7 inch cut and shaved cock. We met up at my place and he brought some herb to relax us. As we hit the bong, we talked about our experiences. He had been with a few guys, but I was completely without experience, apart from...
I was about to get married in about three months, but was very curious to have closer look of a pussy. I found a woman, she agreed to my request. Both were closeted in a room with dim light. se removed her clothes first, looked to me why I am hesitating being a male! Then I gathered courage, by which time I had got nice erection, this happens to every man when a woman is very close, in front and naked, willing to oblige. I had very close look like a doctor or an obstetrician would do. Moved my...
The following is a repost of a curious encounter I had with my sister-in-law over a year and a half ago. I am posting it here again b/c there are new developments and I wanted to give you some background info.My wife's sister, Michelle (see my first post about her), came down earlier in the week to stay with us for a few days. I am happy to report that yet another voyeuristic occasion happened just yesterday and I am still hard thinking about it but I need to get some input from fellow readers...
Billy decided not to push it so he waited for Rose outside the store and when she came out he asked if he could walk her home. Rose asked why and Billy said he just wanted to get to know her better. This response made her blush again because she could not believe that a guy would be interested in her. But she started to walk home and Billy walked next to her and just chatted small talk. After leaving her close to her house, Billy knew that if her parents seen her talking to him he may never get...
TeenGoing on online chat rooms. Looking through the list of chatters for women. Private messaging them with a/s/l. If they answer that then you look for an opening. Easy and subtle questions to start with. Inserting emojis. Smiles and winking faces. If they reply with similar emojis you take it up a notch. What are you doing tonight? Single? What do you look like? You look for signs in their answers that they are completely ok with these questions. You want to get them onto talking about sex or...
Chapter 1 Nancy's father had gotten a request from one of their neighborhood friends to try to help one of their sons setting up an import export business in New Orleans. Her father had to refer his usual clients to his partner while he travelled. It was planned that he stay from six months to a year in New Orleans which he thought he would need in order to do the work necessary. The red headed detective Nancy had just graduated from high school along with her buddy George(Georgina). Nancy...
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked. "Not really," she said, "What about you Richie, I mean I know it was mostly my idea, but I don't want to pressure you." "Well," I began, "I thought so yesterday, I mean all I did was think about it. Heck I could hardly fall asleep last night I was thinking about it so much." "Same here," Cindy replied softly looking down at her lap. Cindy was the girl next door. She was my girl next door. We had been best friends since before...
The young lady next door and I had been friends for quite some time. We often chatted about things... anything, silly stuff, serious stuff, interesting stuff. Because I was substantially older than she, I had many responsibilities, however... while she had few. And occasionally, she would come and sit and watch while I worked and chat with me. One day, I was cleaning the leaves out of the gutters... sticking my hand in that muck and tossing them down to one side of the ladder. The effort...
I was so tired that I slept as a baby. The smell of food waked me up. It was ham and eggs. Definitely. I stretched and sat up on the bed, thinking how hungry I was. Almost famished. My ankle was better. The swelling had subsided considerably. I noticed that Steven had brought my traveling bag. I dressed myself. The skirt I wore yesterday was not adequate to the morning cold. It didn't cover my knees. Despite that, I put it on again. I put on a light green blouse and white cotton sock on my...
100% fiction! It was the summer I turned 18. My Uncle Tim decided to come out to the family and announced that he was leaving my Aunt because he was gay and he didn't want to hide his sexuality any longer. We were always a very close family, and lived just two blocks away from each other. Growing up, I did not have a father figure in my life, so I spent most of my weekends at my Uncles house, hanging out doing guy stuff. We were all shocked, no one ever suspected that he had been keeping this...
GayIt was surprisingly easy to gain access to Carter Malis’s room, aka himself, with Alex Ruskin’s looks. Everyone knew him and everyone was certain he was some kind of friend to the man lying there, trapped in his own mind, and hooked on medical devices that barely kept him alive. The nurse fretted around him for like a minute, during which he didn’t dare to look at the pristine white bed. A single glimpse of a pale arm resting on top of the sheet was close enough to make him heave....
“Do you have your sunblock, Carrie?” asked her mom. She worried about Carrie’s fair skin, and Carrie’s new, first time two- piece swimsuit was an invitation to solar disaster. But she sure looks cute, she said to herself, as ten-year-old Carrie promptly displayed the bottle of sunblock. “Lisa, make sure Carrie uses it. And don’t let her stay in the sun without it. Okay, towels, cooler, beach blanket…do you have every thing?” ...
Introduction To avoid confusion when reading this story some explanation is required. The main character leads a double life. When in his male persona I have used masculine pronouns and when in female persona female pronouns are used. After all they become really different characters. Carrie and Jess Take Flight "Bravo Alpha 282 you are cleared for takeoff." Captain David Wilton glanced at his First Officer and pushed the throttle steadily forwards. The growl of the 4 Rolls...
These are the top three choices," the director said, setting three pictures in front of Carrie Underwood. They were casting the male lead for her new music video and Carrie was being given final say on who to cast."That one," Carrie said, pointing at the picture in the middle."All three are here if you want to meet them," the director said."No, him," Carrie said, again pointing at the middle picture. She couldn't really explain it, but there was just something about the picture that compelled...
It all started with a phone call. It was a portrait of her husband. A simple request, you say? Read on for the real story of what happened. This is a true story that took place in the late ‘70s, long before digital photography.Carrie came into the camera store nicely dressed in a business suit, high heels, nylons, and a scarf. Her breasts looked like they were going to burst from the confines of her suit, which kept everything together. She followed me upstairs to the studio, which had been...
Love StoriesCarrie Underwood left the stage of "Ellen" after a nice interview. It was country week on the show and Carrie was the first interview of the taping session. They were taping two episodes this day and next up, after a short break, was Miranda Lambert.Carrie finished talking with a stage hand and approached Miranda's dressing room. She lightly knocked and received no answer. She slowly opened the door and peeked in but saw something that almost caused her to faint. Miranda was facing away from...
1.When I met Carrie, I was perhaps at my lowest point in my dealings with women. If I'd have met Carrie at any other time, I might've had the good sense to get out, or not get involved. As it stood-- I was vulnerable, and desperate-- and for all of her faults, Carrie was quite attractive, masterful-- even insane in bed, and cunningly manipulative.Carrie was the first woman I'd been with in a long time who was more sexually experienced than I was, and (so far) has been the oldest women I've ever...
Carrie's BirthdayIt was a Tuesday in late May.Carrie, the smallest cheerleader on the Femivici Spiders team, was about to pack up her stuff and head home for the night. It was her 13th birthday, and her mom had promised that tonight would be super-special.Carrie was a very intelligent girl with blazing ambition. She'd scored over 160 on an IQ test, and she'd written several articles for a teen political magazine that had been published and made her a few thousand dollars in author's fees. ...
As I sit alone in the room I suddenly think back to how this all started ten months ago... At 5:00PM I got the call that my dinner meeting that night was canceled. As important as this meeting was for me I was glad that it was canceled because it would give me a chance to spend the evening with my wife. It seemed that lately I was always working late or going to dinner meetings and spending less time with Carrie. I decided to call to see if she would like to go out to dinner. When I called...
Carrieby Her friend said, ?I heard on the radio that a major Hollywood studio is going to make a feature film near here. Wouldn’t it be neat if they are hiring extras?? Carrie thought about that, and then she went through the classified ads in the newspaper. She spotted one: Want to act in the movies? There was a local number to call, so she did.?Yeah?? said a woman’s voice.?I’m calling about the ad in the paper, about acting in the movies???Ya wanna screen test???Yes, please.??Lafayette...
Prologue John Kirkman Hi!. Remember me, John Kirkman; I was Naked in School last year. I was teamed up with Joanie Greene, whom I didn't know on Monday, and was in love with and living with by Sunday. Anyway, this week, my little sister, Carrie, 15 and a freshman, is going to be put into the Program. It scares me to death, because Carrie is brilliant; in fact, her IQ is in the upper first percentile in the world. Her soon-to-be partner, Josh Turner, is just as smart; in fact, they are in...
Huda & Carrie Capture, Bondage, Tens, Dildo's, Fucking... The wife and I drove by the house where a party would be in two weeks just so the girls would know where it was located, as we passed they looked hard while as they sat in the back seat so they would remember the location. Set back from the street and appearing to be on the small size the yard has lots of tree’s and leaf litter with unknown hazards, if they decided to return unannounced the festivities would be entertaining at...