Darkart-11

I am an owned 29 year old submissive female. Will answer respectful questions about my lifestyle but DON’T ASK FOR PICTURES. YOU WONT GET THEM! NO SEXTING EITHER, IM NOT YOURS. Erotica stories are always welcome. I always answer Asks/Anons. Always up for coaching other submissives, littles, brats, slaves, sluts, pets, etc. Rule #1 Real life always wins. Rule #2 I am always up for a conversation. So long as you are respectful. Current kinks 1. Orgasm Denial 2. Orgasm training 3. Forced orgasms 4. Consensual non-consent 5. Spanking 6. Choking 7. Pushing my limits 8.. lots and lots and lots of other stuff. As for the type of submissive type that I am, mainly I’m a super submissive type of sub that likes to be told what to do when it comes to sex because I’m so dominant in my day to day life. But you can think of me like a library full of all kinks and different types of knowledge and you are the reader picking a book: (I’ve been all of them at least at one point). Now for the rest of you... I will probably seem like a really good submissive and you’ll be surprised to learn that I’ve never actually had a real dominant. And remember no matter what you are whether a slave, sissy, slut, little, pet, bimbo, etc, your submission and use is about growth and fulfillment. It is about being the best you that you can be whether that is laying still like the perfect doll, touching your nose to a mans pelvis as his balls come to rest on your chin or getting up early, doing your work out and getting an A on that test because you studied hard for daddy. It’s all about how you see your submission.

[the-dominant-script]

Come here….

…you don’t have to say anything. I can see it in how quiet you’ve become, in the way you hold yourself together like it might all fall apart if you breathe too deeply. You don’t need to explain the weight. Not tonight. Not to me. If I had you here, you’d be on the floor between my legs, your head in my lap, my hand at the back of your neck, steady, warm, present. Not to take control, not yet, but to remind you you’re not alone. I’d tilt your chin up, look you straight in the eyes, and say it so you feel it this time:

„Struggling doesn’t make you weak. Needing someone doesn’t make you less. Falling apart isn’t failure. It just means you’ve held it in for too long.“

So I’ll hold you until your body remembers it can exhale. I’ll speak softly, but clearly, until your thoughts stop running and start listening. I’ll tell you what to do, not to control you, but to carry you, until you can carry yourself again.

You don’t have to be okay right now. You just have to be here. And I’ll take care of the rest.

[the-dominant-script]

If you fight quietly

You carry more than you show, don’t you? You get up, function, respond, smile when it’s expected and underneath it all, there’s this quiet heaviness you can’t quite name, let alone explain. People say you seem strong, calm, even put together. They don’t see how often you stare at the ceiling at night, wondering how much longer you can keep doing this without breaking. They don’t hear the noise in your head when the world goes silent. They don’t notice how you shrink a little when someone says “you’re just too sensitive” or “you’re overthinking again.”

You’ve tried to talk about it, maybe once, maybe more and were met with advice, solutions, distraction. Not presence. Not understanding. So you stopped trying. You stopped expecting anyone to really ask how you are and stay long enough to hear the real answer.

And still, you carry on. You show up. You care for others, even when no one sees how much care you’re lacking yourself. You overthink your messages, replay conversations, wonder if maybe you are the problem. You give people second chances they never earned. And you apologize for needing too much, when what you needed was never too much, just never given.

I’m not here to fix it. I won’t pretend I have the perfect words. But I see you. I know that fight, the one behind your eyes when you laugh, the tension in your jaw when someone says “you’ve got this” and you nod, even though you don’t believe it. You don’t have to be loud to be brave. You don’t have to be unshakable to be worthy. And you don’t need to be understood by everyone, just enough to remind you that you’re not alone in the dark.

So if today is heavy, be slow. If the world feels cold, wrap yourself tighter. And if no one’s said it lately, I’m proud of how you’re still here. Not perfect, not loud, just still here. That’s enough. And you’re not invisible to the ones who know how to see.

[yesmissnyx]

Dress-up Doll for a Gentle Dom 💞

Awkward subs who don't know the first thing about fashion getting treated like dress-up dolls by their more fashionable Dom...

Subs who used to be anxious about their appearance, but now they don't have to worry about it anymore; their Dom takes care of everything down to the last detail...

The only thing that's expected of them is to obey.

Their Dom picking out a whole new wardrobe for them...finding things that are comfortable and stylish (maybe a little too stylish) but trusting their Dom to make them feel good.

Trusting that, at the very least, their Dom thinks they look good. And that's all that matters...isn't it?

Their Dom certainly doesn't hold back on the praise...

As they let their Dom dress them with loving hands, standing up straight, moving when asked, their Dom makes sure their sub knows just how good they look. How cute, or handsome, or pretty...how delicious they look in their new clothes.

Their Dom's hands wander, making their sub blush and squirm, but their Dom's only response is to say that embarrassment and arousal and obedience are the perfect accessories to their outfit.

It's exciting...covering themself in symbols of their Dom's love and ownership. It's like armor that shields them from the outside world.

A full-body mark of possession.

Then, at the end of the day, their Dom undresses them, sometimes with the reverence of unwrapping a precious gift, sometimes with rough and impatient hands. Sometimes, though, their Dom makes them undress while they watch, slowly, slower now, their Dom's eyes keen with ravenous intensity.

Regardless of whose hands are doing the work, it makes their sub tremble, heat and want already aching between their legs...

All they know is that they're ready to submit...ready for whatever their Dom has planned for when the last piece of clothing finally hits the floor 💞

[kinkypumpkingirl]

Oh heck i think this is one of my biggest kinks actually. It makes me absolutely fuzzy brained and not just loved but fuckn treasured. When this happens. Cause it shows that a dom really cares and knows me and can not just make me pretty but do so in a way that makes me feel it and see it too. And its so intimate and caring a sustained act of deliberate effort dressing me up and pushing me like i know your skeptical of this color or style but it will look great on you and what dont you trust me toknow whats best. You dont have to think right now just feel it and let yourself be pretty then the showing you that you are actually beautiful in all the ways despite your trepidations. Its so nice. And the perfect combination of intimacy. And trust and mmmm. Yes please.

[yesmissnyx]

YES. This is exactly what I was trying to convey here <3

[jbskinkstorage]

Tuesday Repost Time...

Some Wife…

Some wives embrace their inner slave, their inner submissive rope toy, letting their husbands brutally restrain them in the most inescapable and suffering of tight rope ties.

Some husbands then leave the gagged and drooling woman to writhe around in the skin biting ropes, for hours and hours. The poor woman hoping for their torrid and cum showered debasement, and their husband’s cruel punishing touch, to come sooner, rather than later.

But their panties grow soaking wet as they struggle in their bonds and hope for that release. Release from the over tightened ropes and the release of their pent-up sexual arousal.

Some wives suffer. Suffering because their exposed tits are roped so chokingly hard, they turn purple from the restraints. The skin of their bare chest is pulled and stretched from the way the two proud tits are noosed and pulled apart.

Their nipples grow hard and aching for the snap of the alligator teeth clamps. The brutal nipple crushing clamps, left oh so tantalizing close, on the nearby nightstand.

Some wives whimper and wince, wondering how they will get thru the day stuck in such limb limiting bindings. All their limbs basically more than useless from the amount of rope achingly restricting their movements.

The rope around their neck feeling terrifyingly like a noose and then degradingly like a leash. A demeaning leash that pins them to the bed and completes their inescapable painful bondage.

Some wives groan and moan as the day drags on. Their helpless roped up bodies dying to be touched, to be fondled, to be pinched and probed. But the house remains silent and calm, expect for their quiet sporadic distressed sobs as they roll around on the drool soaked sheets of their matrimonial bed.

That is until her husband returns, from a long hard day at work.

Some wives love that, ‘long hard’ return. The feeling of being forced onto her back, her rope seized arms pressed into the bed underneath her back. Her legs splayed and held open, and her pussy, thinly veiled by lace, perfectly framed for whatever he chooses to do to it.

Some husbands may rip the panties from their moaning wives’ hips. Others may choose to just nudge them aside, with their teeth. Teeth that may next find themselves grinding around a little pink nub of flesh. The bound legs on either side of their biting and tugging head, now flailing about madly at the restraining super snug ropes.

Some wives my end up screaming into their gags, as their domineering husband keeps her legs spread wide and his tongue pushing into her throbbing slit.

Some husbands may tongue fuck their shrieking wives without a break. Their beards rubbing the screeching woman’s inner thighs red while their long manly tongues writhe and wriggle inside their wives juicy slit.

The tongue fucking aided by some penetrating long digits, possibly two fingers, or three. Fingers rammed into their wives cunt hole and madly pumping until her roped body is flailing about on the mattress and her gagged screams have become more of a loud prolonged squeal.

Some husbands may replace their tongue and fingers with their more than ready to explode cock. But not before first, pushing in hard with a grunt, a chrome cone of metallic beauty into their wives constricted butts.

Her ass stingingly stretched and then filled. And as she wails in pain…and delight, that same feeling soon is felt in her soaked and dripping cunt.

Some husbands will then drive their rock-hard cocks into their wives overly slick and sloppy entrance. Their hands clawing and gripping onto their howling wives’ purple swollen tits.

Their strong fingers become pincer like around each of her throbbing nipples. Crushing and rolling the tormented buds as he pushes his mighty cock’s engorged fat head deep into her aching and soaked slit.

Some husbands will drive incredibly deep into their wives arching up body. They will bury their cock in her throbbing pussy, right to the hilt. The opening deep penetration into her clenching cunt done in one massive uninterrupted thrust.

Their hands now fiendishly slapping at her rope choked tits. Then pinching and pulling up on her swollen nipples as he pulls back his hips and then begins to ram his pelvis into her mound.

Some husbands will call their screaming and wildly thrashing about wives, a slut, a slave whore, or even his cock loving slave princess.

His grip on her breasts now so firm, as he yells in her face, it will cause bruises to appear and stay for days. A grip this strong required so he can slam repeatedly into her body, and then still himself deep inside her pussy, as he injects his balls vast hot load into her spasming cunt.

Some wives need this, they beg for this… when they are allowed to speak.

Some wives need to be bound, need to be kept waiting, insufferably roped and gagged, knowing that this is what their husbands enjoy…and love.

And she is ‘some’ wife. Waiting impatiently for his return and all the nasty ways he could bring about her ‘release’

…

She glanced over at the clock on her dresser and moaned around the large rubber ball in her mouth. The clock still said it might be hours until her husband would be home. She fisted her hands behind her back and tried to move her trapped arms.

The only outcome of that movement being that the ropes dug in tighter around her exposed chest and she felt her rope choked tits spread apart even further from her futile tugging. ‘That was stupid’ she said in her mind as the flesh of her tormented tits visibly stretched and she winced in ever increasing deep discomfort.

She tried to pull on her knee ropes too, testing the secureness of her husband’s knots. His devious rope work proving secure and inescapable and promising to leave her a drooling whimpering mess for the better part of the day.

She sagged down onto her comforter, her folded up and roped legs splayed wide and waiting. Her neck was beginning to hurt as much as her legs, as the wraps of rope around its soft flesh began to bite in and burn, from her futile tugging.

She had writhed about for hours trying to find a way to rub her mound, to grind her swollen clit into some part of the sheets or bed so she could cum, so she could relieve the tortuous wanting ache in her sex.

Finally exasperated with herself, she sat there in her bonds, almost naked, shivering and waiting for the moment she would hear the front door open and her husband would return. Hopefully in a merciful enough mood to come in and immediately fuck her and then untie if he so chose.

The hours ticked by as she lay there trapped on the bed. She had given up trying to find a way to pleasure herself and resigned herself to the fact that she would have to wait, like and obedient slave wife, until her husband got home to find any sort of release.

And then she heard the stomp of feet outside on the steps to their front door. She heard the click of the lock and then she heard more. More than one deep male voice. More than one deep male laugh.

The voices of many men ringing out in the hallway of their house as she heard her husband say,

“This way guys, I know I promised you a fun night out on the town…But I think your may find it more fun to stay in at my place and enjoy my wife’s special treats! She’ll be excited to serve you all…And if not, just pretend she is!”

[jbskinkstorage]

An innocent peasant girl, stuck in a dungeon nightmare…

She stares at the door. The thick wooden door that she knows is locked from the other side so that even if she found a way to break free of the ropes knotted painfully tight around her wrists and neck, she still could not flee this horrible place.

She stares at the door wondering when her tormentors will return. When they tied her up and locked her away down in this dark dungeon for some crime she had apparently committed against the church and King, she thought she would get to plead her innocence. That was a mistaken thought.

She’s just a worthless peasant girl. A poor thing relegated to cleaning out the chamber pots of the Bishop’s large regal estate. So poor is she, that one dress is all she owns.

The simple blue dress she is still wearing, as she sits and whimpers in the dungeon. Though it is shredded apart at the bodice now and covered in copious amounts of crusty stains. Stains that speak to the sexual depravity she has had to endure in the many, many days she has been unjustly imprisoned.

…

Days ago, they dragged into the dungeon without care or regard. They flung her to the stone floor and then made her sit against the wooden post mounted in the floor.

She cried and sobbed in utter fear as the head dungeon master stood back and ordered his two henchmen to tie her wrists tight and secure to the iron bar protruding from near its top.

Then as she pleaded with them, ‘that she was innocent. That she had done nothing wrong’. He took no pity on her and instead ordered his men.

“Tie her neck hard and fast to the post. Don’t worry if she chokes… somewhat, maybe it will shut the blithering wench up!”

“Why not gag her, Sir. We have a few good gags and bridles not being used. We could seal her mouth up good and silent for the rest of the time she has left down here?”

The Dungeon Master, and head torturer, looked over the shivering and terrified form of the young woman and grinned his most lecherous grin. She was constantly whimpering, “no…no…no.” as he stepped over towards her.

He grasped her quivering chin and lifted her terrified head so her distraught eyes met his dark and aroused ones.

“That won’t be necessary boys. You see when you have such a fine young freshly convicted prisoner, with such a lovely looking mouth, it’s best to make use of it before the rest of the body becomes useless and maimed, and possibly her will to use her mouth… fails…like her tortured body.”

She tried to turn her frightened eyes away from his grinning face. Her freshly tied hands wriggled above her head. She could feel the overly tight ropes shred her wrists as she began to flail about. His next unseemly words making her cry and sob.

“So no gag…But let’s see what is under this sorry excuse for a dress. Let’s see what kind of breasts we will get to enjoy…and torturing…as per the Bishop’s orders.”

There was a loud rip of fabric as he gripped and tore the bodice of her dress wide open. Her full breasts poured out. Her chest now fully exposed to these strange men and making their well aroused dicks bulge out noticeably in their trousers.

She so desperately wanted to shield her exposed self from their leering eyes. She pulled even harder on her bound wrists, but all that did was shred more of her delicate wrist skin to the point of bleeding.

“Hmmm, yes…Yes we are going to have some seriously painful fun with these luscious mounds.” Murmured the Dungeon Master.

“No..NO..PLEASSSE DON’T HURT ME…PLEASSSE I’VE DONE NOTHING WRONG…PLEASSEE.”

She wailed and sobbed as he gripped a breast in each one of his hands. He kneaded them fiercely. He tugged on them, moving them in obscene circles around her heaving chest.

“Oh, you must have done something wrong, you pathetic, you idiotic whore…Or maybe you just looked at the Bishop the wrong way…or even more stupid, you spurned his advances. It doesn’t matter anymore though! You are in our care. You are our charge to inflict the suitable punishments decreed by the proud men who rule over you.”

Then he sunk his fingers in deep, so deep into her soft flesh that his dug in fingers made red dots appear around the top of each swell of delicate breast flesh. He licked his lips in horny appreciation of their prisoner’s ready to torment breasts. 

“Tie these tits up. Make them look like fleshy perfect balls.” He suddenly ordered one of his young henchmen.

“Yes, Sir.” He gleefully replied as he grabbed lengths of rope. He jumped enthusiastically in front of the whimpering young woman to take the Dungoen Master’s place. His excitement was fully discernable by their whimpering and ashamed prisoner.

He had never held a set of tits in his hands, and his sudden protruding dick, that had escaped the crotch of his trousers, showed the level of excitement he felt as he groped and fondled this poor girl’s freshly exposed pale breasts.

“And why are we tying them up, Sir?” he asked as his hands kept sliding all around the heavily whimpering and utterly embarrassed girl’s exposed chest. Her distraught face showed the level of demeaning horror she was experiencing.

“Because, young Rupert, when it comes time to whip them, to clamp them…to burn or skewer them…or even possibly…sever them from her whorish body, if the Bishop so decrees, then tied tits are much easier to handle and to control.”

The young man who was barely past being a boy, he patted on the shoulder. Then he pointed at the squealing girl. Rupert’s calloused hands were now choking off her tits in rough rope. Though was no care of tenderness in the way he handled her tits and it made the Dungeon Master pleased.

“Tie them as tight as you can, Rupert. Ignore her complaining, her useless whimpering or pained shrieking. Remember, you’ll hear plenty more begging come shooting out of her mouth once we begin really punishing her. And speaking of shooting and coming…” he stopped talking to laugh deeply.

“This young Rupert is where you learn how to make these useless wenches pay for being allowed the privilege to stay alive under our rule. This is how you teach the harlots under our command, that down in here, your cock is king. That their ability to pleasure you is the only thing the will lesson their well deserved suffering…maybe a tiny bit… You understand?”

Rupert nodded up at the Dungoen Master. He understood the exciting things the Dungeon Master was saying, and he couldn’t wait to practice them on their pretty new prisoner.

He became even more excited when the older man slammed his hand across the face of their sobbing prisoner. He smacked her face brutally a few more times, so much so that her tears and even some blood from her freshly split lower lip were flying around the cell. Then he asked with a growl,

“You get all that, whore? You understand what you’ll have to do down in here. What things you must do in our dungeon to make your existence even somewhat bearable?”

She nodded the slightest and then from her bloodied lips she murmured, “Yes…Yes, Sir…I understand.”

Then her head dropped down. Her defeated and distraught eyes took in the sight of her bulbous bound and aching breasts, and Rupert’s exposed bobbing cock. She began to sob deeply as the cock rose up to meet her face.

She had never seen one up so close. In fact, the only cock she had come close to previously in her short life, was the commanding Bishop’s, when he had exposed himself to her one early morning. She had been performing her duty, to clean out his chamber pot. And instead of touching his long shaft like he had asked, she ran.

Rupert stood menacingly over her trapped trembling form. His cock tapped the side of her face. Just the little bit of touch between his ultra sensitive dick head and her teary cheek made his dick spurt a copious precum shot. A mini orgasm he had, and he groaned in unexpected pleasure.

His left hand braced himself by holding onto her bound wrists. His other hand gripped his rock hard cock and pushed it at her lips. There was a moment there were she did not willingly open her mouth. His precum just kept leaking out and mixing with the blood of her broken lower lip.

“Open up! Come on, you bloody stupid peasant wench! Kiss my cock…PUT YOUR GOD DAMN MOUTH AROUND MY DICK, WHORE!”

At that point, her quivering mouth did open a few seconds later, allowing the first few inches of Rupert’s cock to pass her lips and fill up her mouth. But it was not the young man’s goading that made her reluctantly suck on a man’s cock for the very first time.

No, it was the Dungeon Master’s smelly breath on the other side of her face as he leaned down and told her,

“Open your fucking mouth and let his dick in! Or we will start earlier than planned on your tits. Forget about just clamping them…I will clamp your nipples till they look ready to burst and then I will take my favorite eight inch long skewers and see how many will fit through each if your clamped and crushed nipples…You understand?”

Their once pretty prisoner didn’t even nod or say yes. She just opened her mouth as every muscle in her body visibly shook in terror. But of course, with young Rupert, she didn’t have to suck and tongue his dick for long. She didn’t need to be experienced in sucking and swallowing a man’s cock.

His arousal was so peaked that his whole body was on the edge of a climax. It took less than a half dozen thrusts of his hips into her slobbering and gasping mouth before his balls began erupting and him shouting,

“Oh my God!! OH… MY… FUCKING… GOD!” And with each shouted word, he spurted huge gobs of cum into her overflowing mouth.

The shocked and utterly degraded look she wore on her face along with multiple splotches of his hot white semen dripping down off her quivering lower lip and chin, had the other two men laughing.

Her feeling of utter defilement though was soon replaced by outright terror. She began to beg and plead, ignoring the strands of cum and drool spilling off her lower lip and dirtying up her dress and splattering onto her heaving and aching chest.

And what was her reason for such panic and pleading? it was the actions and words of the Dungeon Master.

He held in his hand a pair of steel bars. His mighty and newly exposed steel hard cock he fisted in the other. And he told her.

“Don’t worry my dear, both of us more experienced ‘men’ will make sure you get to keep a cock in your mouth for much, much longer. And we’ll do it while we slowly work on clamping and crushing your…oh so tender nipples…Think of it as punishment for not wrapping you mouth quicker around our young colleague’s dick.”

She shook her head back and forth, whining and whimpering that “This wasn’t right.” But then he reminded her of his collection of very sharp and pointy skewers.

A reminder that played out for the next many long and tortuous days as she languished away in the sunless bowels of the dungeon. Fed only from the sadistic trio’s balls and never once being released from her hellish bondage.

…

And so she waits, and watches that door, tortuously stuck in her bondage. The ropes around her wrists have only loosened up once. That was during a violent mouth fucking the Dungeon Master gave her late one evening.

While his enormous dick was still stuck down her throat, he took control of her wrists and made sure to tighten the bindings even tighter than before. The pained and distress filled whimpers she then made around his ready to burst cock, certainly helped bring on his most explosive of climaxes.

And speaking of throat, her neck is unbelievably raw and hurting constantly. The rope choking her neck for the last few days has rubbed a red circle around her neck. A circle that would scar her for life, if she ever was released from this hell.

And while she hopes for this to occur, as she moans and shifts in her bonds, the heat from the coals in the iron basket nearby remind her that her nightmare may get even worse.

For many days she shivered in the cold dank dungeon cell. Only feeling warmth when her cruel jailors visited to rape her mouth and torture her tits for no good reason. Then her body would warm up from the forced exertion and brutally inflicted breast pain.

Then yesterday, or what she thought to be a day ago, the youngest jailor, Rupert showed up with the iron basket, coals and branding tools. He wordlessly started a fire and then began to heat the coals.

Throughout the day and night, he and another dungeon guard visited regularly to tend the coals, but they wouldn’t talk to her at all.

Instead, the pair made horrifying comments behind her back about how well the tools burned and blistered skin. How well one of the tools could burn, stab and slice as it glowed super hot and red.

She could only sit there with her arms stuck above her head, her throat always on the verge of choking and her aching tits clamped and on display. Their mentally torturing comments always leaving her sobbing and crying in utter fear.

Finally on this latest visit, Rupert spoke his first words to her in over a day.  His shadow appeared towering over her quaking body and his jutting cock touched her trembling dried and cracked puffy lips.

He gripped her hair and lifted her head into place, ignoring the way her neck rope began to make her gasp for air. His wool trousers rubbed the tender squeezed points of her tortured tits as he positioned his pelvis closer into her face.

And as his cock slid in past her reluctantly accepting lips, he told her with a deep pleasure filled groan, the undeniable truth.

“Once the coals are glowing again, I am to tell the Bishop, it is time for him to come visit. He has your sentencing decree from the King and he plans to carry it out personally.”

Below him, with her mouth full of his cock, she explodes into tears and begins to sob around his dick. The frightening and dreaded scenes she is imagining in her head are no where near the real horrors that will actually befall her, but she had yet to learn this.

But she did learn one thing and she agreed to it as heartly as any imprisoned and soon to be brutally tortured woman would. Rupert patted her head and then growled out,

“But we can put off that horrible torture with the Bishop, for as long as you keep doing this. I can’t go get him, if the coals have gone cold, if you’ve spent so much time sucking on my cock that the fire has gone out…And we need to start… all over…again.”

.

Will she try and try…to delay the inevitable?…For how long? For how many times can she suck on Rupert’s cock…to gain minutes of life without insufferable red hot searing pain?

[jbskinkstorage]

Feeding the Skinny Thing in his basement…

How he got her and what fun things he was doing to her…to keep her alive.

Jason closed the door to his house and then stomped into the kitchen to grab a beer. He was pooped from another long day guarding at the prison. A government facility supposedly called a reeducation center.

It was a female only prison and currently running at over 400% capacity. This meant there was a lot of herding and packing to do during the busy day of processing new arrivals and doing his rounds. Guard duties that had him visiting all the cells in Block D, to make sure all the inmates were accounted for…and being punished appropriately.

Jason chuckled at the thought of any of the cowering and simpering women being unaccounted for. There was no way in hell any of them were ever escaping that facility, what with the 30-foot-high fence with razor wire, the 24-7 attended guard towers and of course the wide variety of heavy duty restraint systems all the whimpering prisoners wore.

Severe restraint systems that most of the sniveling girls and women would wear for the rest of their wretched lives in the hellish place that he liked to laughingly call his office.

And he used that term now as he opened the door to his basement and yelled down,

“Honey, I am home from the office… You ready for dinner?…You skanky assed ugly bitch!”

At first, he heard nothing. Not a sound came up out of the pitch black of his basement. Then after a few seconds he heard the rattling of chains. The sound made him smirk.

“Give me ten…No, twenty minutes, and then I should be ready to feed you! Your nice master needs a good shower.”

He left the door to the basement open. It didn’t really matter. The thing he had tucked away down in his basement wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Chains and lots of padlocks made sure of that.

He marched himself up to his shower to wash away the sweat of his workday. It had been a doozy of a day with the arrival of almost 50 new prisoners. Though thank the powers that be, most of them were coed aged and fucking mighty nice to look at…and of course fondle, squeeze and grope.

And if you were a lucky enough guard, working on the right team, especially those in processing, well let’s just say you got to know a lot of these girls very intimately. There was always a long special welcoming session for the new ones, as they were locked into whatever set of chains and irons they would wear for god knows how long.

And today he had been lucky enough to be called into help that team. Since 50 new prisoners all whimpering and sobbing, some even screaming and pleading to be let go, well that was a lot for just a team of ten guards to look after.

So by the end of the long day, Jason’s clothes were covered in tears, piss and some crusty stuff that he didn’t want on his clothes for sure. He peeled off his clothes and stepped into the shower, thinking about how his day had gone.

The memory of how many fresh new young mouths had wrapped their blubbering lips around his proud dick, today, had his dick going back up to full hardness in the shower.

He didn’t stroke it though. He really needed his balls full for the thing in the basement. And with a smirk he thought,

‘That ugly thing better appreciate it…A full meal and a clean dick…Lucky her!’

Yes, it wasn’t something Jason did every day before he fed the thing in his basement. Sometimes a sweaty dick and balls is just what the ‘sorry slut’ in his basement deserved’, so he thought.

Shower done, Jason stepped out and began to towel off his ripped torso. A 90 minute session at the gym every evening and the workout he got from dragging around the prisoners under his care every day meant he was well toned and muscular.

So, before we continue our story…What was in Jason’s basement?

Well, because of the current fascist and patriarchal government there had been ever increasing arrests and detentions of those females speaking out against the new rule of male only law.

The prison he worked at had seen an explosion in the number of inmates it was storing. That and an inexplicable moratorium on executions, brought about by the new President for Life’s hot blond wife, meant the cells were packed.

She had argued that their teenage daughter shouldn’t be publicly hung for calling her father ‘stupid’. A word the girl uttered behind the scenes at a political rally and was caught on air by a news team’s hot mic.

The decision was then made to halt all executions of political prisoners. Though their daughter did have to be charged and then put under long term house arrest…(But that’s another story!)

But what this meant for prison guards like Jason, was they now were working in extremely crowded conditions. Conditions the Director of Penal management was trying to figure out how to manage when one of his senior warden’s remarked at a meeting,

“Why don’t we let the guards take one home every so often? Like a bonus? You know, let them take one of the useless ones sentenced to life. It’s not like they’ll be missed. And we can say that we didn’t execute them…they’re just lost in the system…Plus, the guard union will love it!”

A huge laugh went up at that table that night as the men all agreed. And thus began the secret thinning of the prison population by letting each and every lecherous and sadistic guard take home a prisoner every few months.

The silent agreement between management and the guard union was that the inmate was not to be returned, or more accurately put, never ever be heard from again. And this poor thing suffering in Jason’s basement, she was one of those ‘bonuses’.

…Down in the basement…

There’s a snug form fitting hood seemingly permanently sealed over her head that keeps her blind to her surroundings. A nasty intrusive ring and penis gag device, some five inches deep, plugs up her mouth and throat.

Though thankfully it has some valuable life-giving air holes drilled into it. It is also a couple inches shorter than the extra-long one he made as a punishing backup. Though he does enjoy sticking it in her stuck open mouth and ramming it deep into her throat from time to time.

And usually he pairs it with some utterly unnecessary caning of her tits or pussy, just so he can enjoy seeing her panicked thrashing about and guttural choking shrieks she tries to emit around the brutal gag and her leather clad throat.

A thick leather collar with two tight straps and buckles wraps her neck. It also keeps her on the verge of choking. A short chain connected to it ensures that her tiny captive world is kept to just a small patch of concrete in his basement.

She’s distressingly and securely bound so that her wrists are stuck to her ankles. Thick leather cuffs ensnare those limbs. They are latched and padlocked all together, to ensure she never finds a way to wriggle out of them or free herself from what is essentially a permanent hogtie.  

Jason has had to snug up the latches on her cuffs every week. Adjusting them tighter and tighter. This of course is needed since she is turning into nothing but skin and bones. She’s literally wasting away as the long days go by and she lays there begging for it to end.

She’s a starving and skinny thing now. Her ribs are showing, and her tits have faded in beauty. Her waist is many, many inches smaller now than its original size.

Her skin is gaunt. In the places where she was painfully branded at the prison, where letters have been burned into her skin, those letters stretch and sag.

Her once toned and beautiful legs have thinned out and probably wouldn’t even hold her up, if Jason did something unexpected, like unlock the snug chain wrapped and locked around her bony knees and release her neck chain from the wall…and then mercifully let her stand…or even kneel.

But he’s only done that a few times in the month he’s had her down in here. It’s not in his long-term plan to let her up much, if ever again at all.

Her scrawny, famine victim appearance is what you would expect though, based on her cruel and putrid diet. A highly limited diet it is.

A diet deprived of what one would call any real food. Her diet is nothing but a sick and twisted combination of cum and piss. His, and of course some of his work buddies, when they come to play.

Just semen and urine are all she is allowed to feed on.  “A deserving combination for such a skanky disrespectful whore!” he had told her that first day.

That first day when he kept his exploding cock rammed into her mouth and he forced that first meal of his cum down her throat.

She begins to violently shake as she hears his boots on the floor above her sealed in head. He’s home and she knows soon she will be gratuitously tormented by him.

She lays there, in constant pain, her pelvic bones aching from weeks kept lying on the floor. She knows she must look pathetic and a shell of a woman. But she can’t see any of that. In fact, she hasn’t seen anything since he brought down in here.

Her stomach grumbles constantly as she lays there sobbing under the hood. The latest parts of her body to be needlessly tortured by him, ache and throb in unrelenting agony. The current most disturbing pains are in her ringed labia and brutally crushed right tit.

Last night he stuck that vile cane through both rings and left the cane stuck across her hard, bone exposed hips. The cane is constantly stretching and pulling at the rings piercing her swollen sex.

The painful pulling ache in her sex travels up her body and meets with the crushing numbness she feels in her right nipple. She tries to adjust her angle on the floor, but only seems to rock herself further onto her side.

The stuck cane then scrapes the barren floor and pulls with eye watering pain on her punctured most delicate skin.

No tears appear though. The hood hides all her pained and agony filled expressions. But two constant wet patches in the leather just below her eyes attest to how often she is crying, how often she is sobbing in agony at the utterly sadistic things he does to her.

Excruciating and torturous things that are about to happen to her again, as she flinches at the sound of his voice appearing out of nowhere from the top of the stairs. 

“Honey I am back! You ready for dinner?”

In her perpetual blackness she hears the stomp, stomp, stomp grow louder and closer. She’s groaning deeply from the terror she feels and endless aches she feels throughout her strictly restrained and perpetually abused body.

She wrenches futilely at her cuffs and tries to wriggle her naked skin and bones torso closer to the wall. An utterly useless action, but one that she does instinctively like any trapped animal would do.

She is shuddering in her bondage and even with the thick fake cock jammed in her mouth she is loudly shrieking. It’s a pathetic display of utter fear and panic that has Jason’s dick hard at attention.

He shouts down at her and kicks her in her clamped tit,

“Evening, ya skanky whore!  Sorry about leaving that clamp on your tit overnight and all day…Sort of forgot about it last night. I was a bit focused on how deep we could impale your ass. And we got it good and deep, didn’t we?”

Jason kicks at the tool he used to savagely violate her asshole and then unseen to her, he rubs his bearded chin.

“You’re looking particularly boney tonight, you know that? I think we need to feed you some more. Though I know some fat chicks that would love to have your waistline.”

He reaches down and runs his hands all over her heaving chest. The washboard-like feeling of her exposed ribs makes him smirk. He teases her unclamped nipple and then fingers the purple nub of flesh that is her crushed tit.

He starts to loosen off the wingnuts on the wood clamp crushing her breast when he notices something. The wet spots on the hood, where her eyes should be, seem very damp and larger than normal tonight.

“You’ve been crying all day again, haven’t you, skanky whore?” he asks as he slowly keeps untightening the clamp.

There is the slightest nod of her hooded head as she agrees with him, that yes, she has been crying and sobbing all day.

The unrelenting discomfort she is feeling in every inch of her trapped body was about as bad as it gets. The cane stuck through her labia rings added a new dimension to her constant suffering for the day. A suffering she so desperately wants to beg for to end.

But then a new pain rips into her chest as Jason suddenly grips the slightly loosened clamp and he wrenches it free from her crushed tit.

He pulls the nipple through the rough wood of the device. There’s barely enough space for her purple blood restricted flesh to pass. But he does it with one savage pull and chuckles as he sees her leather wrapped throat squeeze and release as she tries to scream.

The blood rushes back into her numb breast and that pain seems even worse because of the way he ripped off the clamp. She would be banging her head around in agony if it weren’t for the fact that she can feel his powerful hand grip the top of her hood and hold her down.

The hand that was on her chest travels south. Moving over her throbbing mound and down her thigh. She feels the swath of chains around her knees released and she knows what comes next. In seconds the huge fake cock stuck in her mouth begins to spin.

Then it is rapidly pulled out. Air rushes into her mouth and her tongue darts out. She takes in great big desperate breaths of air for the first time since he fed her the previous night.

Though to her, time of day means nothing. It’s always black and it’s always deeply uncomfortable, if not downright painful as she lays there waiting for him. She tries to gurgle out some sort of useless plea as she feels him jerk her head around.

She’s fully laying on her back now, well actually she’s lying on her trapped arms, hands and feet. The knees of her folded back legs instinctively want to shut, but she forces them apart. She’s learned that the hard way.

Jason’s thighs are inches away from her head as he straddles her from above. This position allows him to really sink his cock into the depths of her collared throat and to sadistically play with the most sensitive areas of her rapidly thinning body.

Her shuddering and shivering boney torso, is all splayed out in his view. Perfect to observe, ogle and do utterly gratuitous mean and nasty things to.

“You fucking hungry, you ugly slut? You want some nice hot cum shot into your belly?” he asks with a deep and threatening tone.

She tries to nod her head. In the dark of her trapped world, she wants to scream to be fed, she is so desperately hungry. But all that gets out of her gaping mouth hole is a desperation filled groan of acquiescence and submission.

His grip on her hood tightens and then she feels the tip of his hard cock slip through the hole in her hood. It passes through the threaded ring gag like entrance and then slides over her wriggling tongue.

His cock is thick and quite a bit longer than the dildo gag he keeps stuffed in her mouth. So when she feels it slam at the back of her throat, she knows that it can still drive inches deeper in, and savagely it will.

As his cock drills down into her stuck open mouth, she can feel his balls slam into her leather covered forehead. Her porn video like, gurgling choking on a cock noises, soon drastically change into gurgled distressed filled howls.

Jason decides to play with that cane stuck through her cunt rings. He grasps the bamboo between the rings and decides to yank up on it with all his might.

Of course he keeps his other hand firmly pushing down on her pelvis, right over her abused and well branded mound. The middle finger of that hand is digging away at the apex of her sex. Its sharp nail grinding into her clit as he pulls up on the cane.

Her vibrating vocal cords around the head of his stiff cock, as she shrieks and wails, go a long way to bringing his orgasm to a hurried climax.  It takes only mere minutes of pounding his cock into her trapped mouth and tormenting her pussy to have his balls tighten and then his load explode in her throat.

She desperately swallows and chokes back what he is giving her. And for long seconds of time, she sickeningly hopes he keeps going, because sadly the spurts of semen into her throat and mouth, actually feel good. They feel needed.

But then his cock leaves her mouth and to her surprise so does the cane from her pussy piercings. But seconds later in her dark world, she feels nothing but cruel unwarranted pain. Her chest is on fire as he canes her tits.

Jason is standing above her, his cock half hard after exploding in her mouth. He stops the thrashing of her sagging tits and then stabs the rough end of the cane into her nipples. He begins to jab at her now red lined tits.

Her jerking distraught motions below him make his dick re-harden. Which is his plan. Then he says,

“My dick is coming back to life already, you useless whore! You’re flailing about and pathetic groaning really do have a direct line to my erections. So, you ready for a second helping?”

Jason grins as she makes some sort of garbled noise below him. Her hooded head even does that slight nodding thing. In seconds his dick is back in her mouth, her throat blocked and screaming as he decides to start flicking the cane between her legs.

But the pain is soon accompanied by more hot spunk being shot straight into her throat. A process that will repeat itself tonight, like every night…Well, until Jason tells her, after his fourth release of his balls into her mouth and throat, the following,

“You are getting fucking thin, bitch. My balls might not be giving you all the sustenance you need. I guess I better call up some of the boys and we feed you extra tonight. Don’t want you starving and fading out too soon…I want to keep you around for some months more yet. Tormenting you is just so much fucking fun!”

Then he stoops and pats her shivering leather covered head and he adds with a loud devilish laugh, so she will be sure to hear the sick delight in his voice when telling her this…

 “Plus, you skanky whore! the boys and I have started a pool…A pool to see how long you last on cum alone! That’s right, we want to see how long a woman can survive on cum alone. I’ve got you down for 6 months, so let’s make sure you last that long, I got some good money riding on it!”

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The shipping of Meredith...A plump mature woman's nightmare

Meredith groaned; she couldn’t scream loudly like she wanted to. The massive gag in her mouth made sure of that. Luckily her mouth wasn’t stuck open, like the poor young woman next to her.

While Meredith lay there on her stomach shivering and whimpering, the woman kneeling next to her was shrieking loudly, when she could. Shrieking through the steel ring keeping her mouth stuck painfully wide open.

Which was every time the man wrenching up on her red hair would pull back his hips and let the tip of his large thick cock balance on her lowering quiver lip.

The cum of other men and her own semen thickened drool dripped off her trembling lip at a rapid rate as her panicked eyes stared at the tip of his cock.

He pulled viciously on her red hair again and then he would thrust his hips forward again and impale the poor wailing thing’s heavily slobbering mouth with his wide dick.

Meredith blinked back the tears in her eyes and then she shrieked too. The man straddling her thighs, his cock buried deep in her now worn-out pussy, had pulled his shaft completely out of her stinging slit.

But he had realigned its hard length, so that the bulbous semen dripping tip now poked and then began to breech her tight virgin asshole.

Every other part of Meredith’s curvy body had been abused and tormented, so why not her ass now. She knew it was only a matter of time before they made sordid use of every part of her body and it seemed that her hidden away back entrance was to be the last spot they violated and abused.

…

In all of Meredith’s 35 years on this earth she had never done anal. That was until now it seemed. A time where she found herself unwilling bound, gagged and at the sick and depraved mercy of the gang of men who had snatched her up in a dark lonely parking lot a few long evenings ago.

She had endured days in tight painful rope bondage, and worse. Long days where men came and went from the room that they kept her and three other screaming and sobbing women.

The four of them, in mere hours after being abducted, had been told by a large cigar puffing man that,

“Ladies…or should I call you what you all are now, Slave whores and slave bitches! You’ve just been taken for a purpose. To fulfil some perverts fantasy of owning a real live slave whore. You’ll spend a few days here in our holding cells, enjoying my men’s hospitality…which means enjoying big cocks of course…Then we’ll put each of you up for sale on the dark web.”

All four were tied up in some strict manner, two were hogtied and two were suspended up high by their wrists. Their nylon and sock covered toes barely touching the dirty cement of their new prison. All four became hysterical at the obese man’s words and began to flail at their bonds.

Which is why he added,

“Come on, you stupid cunts! Try not to resist too much. We don’t want to damage the merchandise too much before selling and shipping, now do we?”

He nodded at another man standing nearby. That man took a short stiff cane off the wall and then with his other hand he grabbed a short black shock baton.

“Which one should I make an example of Boss?” his deep voice boomed around the windowless barren room.

The large man smiled. He looked at the simpering and whining women. With a nod and a point of his cigar, he pointed at Meredith. She began to scream into her gag. The man’s heavy black boot kicked into her side and rolled her ample hogtied frame over.

The man standing over her pushed the shock baton into the black hairy mound of Meredith’s pussy. He glanced over shoulder and asked,

“You sure, Boss, you want me to make this one the example? She’s not exactly prime meat for selling. We fuck her up too much and we me not get anything for her.”

Meredith was in shock at his derogatory words. Her whimpering and nonverbal pleading was at a pinnacle.

The Boss took a puff of his cigar and then grinned,

“True, she’s a bit of a plump one and plenty older than these other three stupid sluts! But a few good whip and cane marks on her large ass will look good when I put her up for sale next Tuesday. And I happen to have some requests from clients for full figured women. So, I think this cow here may sell okay, even if you cane her ass and torture her clit.”

Then he laughed loudly. “Hell, the electrical burns will be hidden anyways between those thick thighs! If there is any permanent damage the pervert who buys her won’t see it until after delivery…Buyer beware…right boys?!”

There was a round of laughter from the group of leering men surrounding the women. Laughter that died out in Meredith’s ears, not because it had ended, but because of her own screaming. Terrible agony filled screaming, that even while gagged drowned it all out.

…

It would be another day before Meredith regained full consciousness. Her punishment at the hands of the men meant her body ached and throbbed in places it shouldn’t. And four the next two long days, she lay there naked and on her stomach.

Her ankles were bound. Her wrists and elbows cruelly tied tight. Her hands she discovered were sealed up in sticky electrical tape. Her fingers were unable to uncurl and be of any use at clawing at her ropes.

Worse thing of all was the cumbersome and deeply uncomfortable steel ring now bolted around her neck. A short length of chain attached it to a steel hoop mounted in the floor. All she could do was lie there and listen to the other women whimpering and sobbing nearby.

The whimpering sometimes ended, but only to be replaced by louder screams, shrieks and garbled loud gurgling as men came and put their engorged cocks in what ever hole of the four women they pleased. This was their lives now.

…

A few more horrid days of brutal captivity had passed when the men returned as a group. The Boss entered the room that the women had learned was called simply ‘The holding cell’.

He looked around and the announced with a large grin,

“You sexy sluts have all been sold. Congratulations! And for quite some substantial sums. You, blondie…” he said stabbing his glowing cigar at the whimpering teen suspended by her wrists.

He poked his cigar into her naked and small heaving chest. The cigar sizzled against her delicate pink small nipple, and she let out an ear piercing mournful scream as he told her,

“Your sexy cock teasing teenage ass sold for a whopping 75 grand. Thanks for being so fucking hot and cute…And you, you old fat thing! You’re over twice Blondie’s age and you sold for a decent amount…You really surprised me!”

He was now pointing down at a trembling Meredith lying prone and shivering on the floor. Her eyes were filled with utter distress and panic as she listened to him say,

“You sold for 20 grand. Not bad for a last second snatch and grab. Ya, that’s right. My men only went out that night to grab three pretty bitches for enslaving and selling. Apparently, you wondered into the picture just as they finished up taking the red head…Thanks for being so bloody oblivious, or stupid.”

Meredith began to scream into her gag. Disbelief filled her head at what she was hearing. But it became all too real as one man unlocked her collar, and another grabbed her bound ankles.

“Go pack up the cunts. It’s time to ship them to their new owners.” Is what Meredith heard just before she found her naked torso being dragged chest down across the cement.

The other women soon followed, all four of them were soon lying together in a much large room when two men appeared and told them,

“Time to get your ‘Sold’ tags ladies, and this is gonna hurt…Or we ain’t doing our jobs!”

… and another hour or so later…

Meredith was laying there on the floor with her ass screaming in pain, as was her gagged mouth. It was trying to release howl after howl as the man straddling her used his large meaty hands to pull apart her cane marred bum cheeks.

His cock had somehow penetrated her super snug asshole a good five to six inches now. The snugness of her ass had only one positive for her hellish dilemma. It meant the man came inside her ass quickly. The duration of her first anal rape, much shorter than any other of the long violations of her sex and mouth she had endured.

His spunk jetted out and filled her ass up, so much that when he pulled his dick back out of her stinging rectum, it did so with an audible pop. And then a stream of brownish white leaked back out of her ass.

Meredith looked up at another pair of grinning faces. Each man had his erect dick out and was preparing to use her ass just like the first cruel bastard. She couldn’t stop wailing around her gag. The thought that she was about to be used by these men in the same way was breaking her, mind and body.

But then a voice boomed out,

“Sorry boys, no time for y’all to use her fat ass. Just got word the truck is gonna arrive early. So we need these four bitches well secured, chained down and boxed within the hour.”

Meredith heard a group groan come from the over aroused men. Then she had two of them on her. One pulled her feet back up, almost into her ass, while the other began tying lots of rope between her ankles and wrists.

She was sobbing and then shrieking as one of them grabbed her hair and pulled her over to a large sheet of layered wood. Two of them then manhandled her onto it and she lay there, hogtied on her side and in utter disbelief as more thick planks of wood appeared.

When a couple power drills appeared and a handful of four-inch screws were tossed on the floor near the well bound women, all hell broke loose.

There were desperate screams and frantic howling that made all the men laugh.

“Oh, don’t fucking lose your shit, you dumb bitches. We ain’t gonna screw these into you. Though maybe on the other end, when you get unboxed, some of your new owners might find it fun…But no, these tools are just to box your sexy asses up!”

The men went to work. A pair of men focused on Meredith. They drilled into the side of the wood she lay on, creating around her what she knew was to become a box.

A cramped, lightless box that would surround her and be the thing in which she was shipped. She didn’t even realize she was sobbing and crying so badly, until one of them men asked the other,

“The bitches you guys sell, they always cry like this?”

“Always...and watch this…” The other man simply replied as he pulled on Meredith’s steel collar.

As she hyperventilated and shrieked around her gag, he attached the box’s interior chain to the back of her collar. He then patted her head and smirked,

“It sinking in, fat bitch…that you’ve been sold? If not…read this while we box you up.”

The last long side of the box appeared, and Meredith’s eyes glimpsed the words printed into the side. Tears flowed and drool dripped from her groaning mouth as he read, the all too true words.

And as she lay there in utter distress, her panic in her mind as painful as the aches in her body, she watched as another man appeared and he placed two items in the base of the box with her.

A few quickly drilled down leather straps held the vile and torturous looking items in place. Another hand patted her head and then fondled and groped her shuddering tits as she heard a chuckling voice.

“When we sell you sexy cunts, even plump ones like you, the Boss always throws in a few items for free. Toys or tools that your new owner can use right away, even if he hasn’t fully unpacked you…They’re there for him to enjoy your… assets…and you can know they are right there with you, the whole long trip.”

Meredith’s panicked eyes grew huge as she looked at the size of the things strapped into her box. She could read everything, see everything for a few more distressing minutes, and then the box’s top appeared.

Her wailing and her pleading gagged screams were loud as the top was lowered. It was drilled into place quickly and then she shrieked once more as she felt a screw painfully jab into the soft arch of her foot.

“Get those fucking ugly feet tucked up in there, slut! Or we’ll drill them into the floor!” shouted a voice outside the box.

Meredith curled her feet in the best she could and then her world went utterly black. The only faint light was coming in from the four drilled airholes at the head of her box. She screamed and she howled around the jaw aching gag stuck in her mouth.

But it was all useless. She had been sold. She was being shipped. She was a slave. A freshly minted MILF style sex slave, unwillingly destined for a sordid, possibly short painful life in bondage and servitude that she could not have ever imagined.

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Tuesday Repost Time…Let’s Play Twenty Questions

Her Master’s Perverted Version

She shivers as the tip of the whip slides up her back. She can feel the hard leather tip touch some of the still very sensitive welts that crisscross her back and ass. She hears him sigh in appreciation as he remarks,

“I wonder if I should use the cane on you this time, slave? Maybe it will instill a more attentive and appreciative attitude in you.”

He doesn’t wait for any sort of groaned out and garbled answer. He just brings the whip cracking across her lower back, just above the crease of her bum cheeks.

She screams into the huge gag stuffed in her mouth, biting into it hard. Her ass lifts off the floor as her tightly bound legs jump from the shock of the painful unexpected impact. The ringing of her tit bells is loud as she jerks around from the painful impact.

Her chafed roped bound wrists strung above her head, pull and tug uselessly at the rope stretched up to the ceiling. She lets out another muffled yelp and a snotty sob as he snaps his wrist and brings the whip back across her naked flesh.

This time he strikes lower and agonizingly across both her ass cheeks. The pain and heat from the egregious thrashing is almost unbearable, as she feels him grasp the back of her head by her long brown hair.

He tugs her head back so her tear streaked face looks submissively up at his grinning masterly one. Her tit bells now ringing loudly as he growls down at her,

“You ready to play 20 questions again…. slave?”

She nods her head in obedient recognition. She doesn’t really want to play the game anymore. But she needs to play the game, as it is the only way she will be freed from this harsh rope bound predicament he has trapped her in.

It is the only way his degrading, and at times truly gratuitous whippings of her body will end. It is the only way his lip burning, choking on cum, repetitive, and bordering on near vicious, oral fucking of her worn out mouth will end.

For almost the full day now, well over ten hours in fact, she has suffered in this captive state. Kept in a position that affords her only the tiniest of movements and keeps her bare exposed body in the most obvious position for serving her master orally, as any good slave girl should.

…..Earlier that afternoon….

He told her in the early afternoon, as he finished tying her wrists high over her bowed and crying head, that her freedom and the end of the ordeal would be as simple as playing 20 questions. But his version.

If she could answer all the questions correctly, he would free her, feed her, and tuck her into bed after a good long fucking.

He even told her in the most loving tone,

“You get the questions right first go, slave, and I will lap your pretty pussy and tongue your tight slit, until you are clawing at the sheets and your ankle restraints are about to rip free from the posts!”

Then as he dragged the old wooden chair into view, placing it directly in front of her, he cupped her chin and added,

“Get it wrong and you have to suck my cock, then I gag you back up and whip the living shit out of you. I will thrash your pretty back and gorgeous ass till it is a red streaked mess, glowing with twenty whip…or cane marks…Which ever one I feel like making you scream into your massive gag with the most.”

“Then I will give you anther hour to uncomfortably kneel here and let the pain sink in deep. To let you cry in your ropes and ponder your mistakes and prepare for the game to start… all over again.”

She gulped and then nodded as she stared into his dark lustful eyes. He even took the whip at that point and dragged it down her bare heaving chest. Stopping to swat her left breast nipple bell so that it rang  lightly.

Then he drew the tip of the whip down between her quivering folded up and tied tight legs. The tip of the whip touched her pussy right at the apex of her folds, causing her whole body to shudder.

He tapped there lightly. He delivered a few perfectly placed beats to the mound of pink skin that hid her aching clitoris. Then stroked the tip of the whip around the hood of her throbbing clitoris. Pushing it finally in between her delicate folds.

The hard leather of the whip he ground into her flesh. The moaning she was doing sounded like beautiful music to him. He looked down at her exposed clit and swollen flesh, and he could see the glistening of fresh moisture.

When he drew back the whip and held it in front of her anxious face, he smiled.

The whip tip glistened from her dampness. Her cunt was now warm and wet. She was deeply aroused by her predicament and the promise of having him tongue fuck her pussy while she writhed in passion, bound to their bed upstairs.

And when he placed the damp tip of the whip against her bottom lip, she did what any good slave girl should. She stuck out her tongue and tasted herself on the leather. Diligently she wiped the residue of her sex off the whip with her tongue.

A small proud smile appeared on her face as he patted her head and rewarded her by saying, “Good girl…such a good obedient slave…Now let’s play the game.”

Twenty minutes later she wasn’t so happy. She was begging and sobbing. She was desperately trying to plead her case. Long rivulets of her drool and his semen hung from her bottom quivering lip.

She was still rather violently coughing and trying to swallow the overflowing load of cum he had just deposited in her mouth.

“Please Sir..pleasse…pleassse don’t whip me…pleassse don’t’ gag me…I can so do better…Please let’s start again..pleassse Master. I can do better Sir…Pleassse.”

He let go of her twisted up hair that he was still fisting and stood up from the chair. His semi erect cock pushed into her wincing wet face. Her saliva and the remnants of his abundant ejaculation still coated the half hard shaft.

He smeared his wet sticky cock in with her tears as he stood in tall and close over her. He shifted his hips slightly to spread as much of the wetness on his cock as he could all around her crying face.

Stepping away from her pleading face, he didn’t even look back at her as chose the fattest, the most uncomfortable gag he owned, off the wall.

It was a gag that would truly fill her mouth and make her jaws ache while it was strapped around her head and luckily for her he didn’t hear her plead in a whisper through her cum coated lips, “Oh please god…Not that one.”

He could though hear her whimpering ramp up behind him as he also picked a bamboo cane off its perch on the same wall.

He tossed the cane on the floor beside her heaving body and along side the leather whip. He liked to have choices and he wanted her to see the threat. He wanted her to fully take in the view of the tools he had chosen to make feel truly and utterly punished.

He took a commanding stance directly behind her, preparing to gag her as she continued to whimper at his feet. He could see her arms straining at the overhead ropes as he placed the gag over her head, through her raised and trapped arms.

The tip of the fat gag tapped at her reluctant whimpering mouth. But it opened readily when he gruffly announced,

“Open your cock swallowing hole, my pretty slave bitch. Or your Master will get very angry. And if I get angry, I promise to plug your ass and then cane your pretty pussy, before even getting around to whipping your lovely back and sexy bum.”

With the gag strapped in tight around her frightened head and latched securely, she saw him out of the corner of her eye pick up the cruel whip again.

She could hear it swish in the air behind her as he intimidatingly swung it around. Terrified full body shivers racked her torso as she tensed up and waited for the searing leather induced pain.

“20 questions followed by twenty lashes.” He laughed, before bringing the whip down across her upper back. It hit so hard the crack of the leather made him even jump.

Her gagged scream was almost as loud as her normal one. Her nipple bells rang constantly as he joyfully yelled “That’s One slave! Just nineteen more to go! I bet next time we play, you’ll try and not be so stupid and put more energy into getting the questions right!”

Then he grunted as he put even more muscle into the next swing of his arm, and he swung the whip across both her bare bum cheeks.

In an instant, a raised red line appeared against her white skin. The line appeared as two dashes across her shuddering bum. Her muffled screamed pleadings had the most desired effect on him and his just well used cock, went all hard again.

….Back to that evening…..

Her nodding head makes him grin. He pulls the old chair up close to her, so it is almost between her legs. With a quick kick at each of her inner knees, he delivers a threatening mutter of “Spread them cunt…or else.”

She dutifully spreads her bound legs, and he drags the chair in close. The perfect position for him to sit on, with his erect cock jutting straight up. The perfect position for her luscious mouth to seal around ti length and broad girth, when the time comes, and he knows it will.

His version of twenty questions is always guaranteed to drag on and on, much to her distress and his delight.

He sits on the creaking wooden chair and reaches out to unlatch her gag. He draws it slowly out of her mouth. He revels in how much she drools as he pulls the large intrusive rubber hinderance out.

She slurps back her drool and diligently replies as she must, “Thank you, Master.”

A reply partnered with an upward glance of her tired eyes and distraught looking face. She licks her lips, knowing the questions are coming, and hoping to god she gets them all right this time.

He cups her chin and squeezes her cheeks where the gag strap has left a pair of noticeable deep matching red marks.

“You ready to play slave?” he asks simply.

She nods, “Yes, Sir..Yes, Master, I am ready to play, Sir.”

“Good, so we begin.” He says sternly.

He settles back in the chair and wraps his massive right hand around his spear like dick. He strokes it slowly as her eyes follow his other hand. For in it, he grips the horrifying whip.

“Question One, slave… Who owns you?”

“You do, Sir. You are my master.” She softly replies.

“What are you?”

“I am a slave, Sir.”

He smiles at her quick response and then asks, “Question three, freedom or rope?”

“Rope Sir…always rope.” She replies dutifully, knowing that is always the correct answer, unless…

“Question four slave, rope or chains?” her thought answered for her, by this question.

“Chains, Sir…of course chains. They are more secure…Sir. They are better at keeping me prisoner…for your use, Sir.”

He strokes her hair at this point with the whip shaft, and then asks, ”Knees or standing?”

She again quickly responds, not taking anytime to think. “Knees, Sir”

“Question six, why knees, slave?”

“So my mouth is at the proper height, Sir.” She says glancing up at his stiff erect cock that he is still gripping in his hand. Then she adds,

“When should a slave girl ever be allowed up on her feet? We should always be below our Master’s in some way, kneeling, crawling or laid out and tied across a bed, ready to suck or be fucked.”

With this long reply which greatly pleases him, he actually reaches out and he gently caresses the side of her face. Then he pats her head and says,

“See, you’re not at all that stupid. When you put your mind to it, you really know how answer. Now question seven. What wonderous thing hides between your beautiful bum cheeks?”

She blinks at this question. It is not one he has asked before during this long painful day. Gulping she answers tentatively, “My asshole, Sir?”

“Correct slave...So question eight, what is an asshole for… on a slave girl like yourself?”

She visibly flinches at this question and glances down at the butt plug lying nearby. “It’s for fucking, Sir. A slave’s asshole is another hole on her body, for fucking….and filling with cum.”

“And what’s the best part of fucking a slave’s asshole, for her Master?” he asks quickly in succession.

He can see her thinking, her tired brain trying to make sure it has a suitable correct answer. He knows she wants to make this long torturous day end.

“It’s tight Sir, very tight...It’s a snug hole for Master to bury his cock in and feel good, while his slave screams.”

Her long full answers have him feeling proud that she is his. He takes a deep breath and then fires off a series of questions about the tools and implements he uses to restrain, punish, and pleasure her with.

Questions about gags, whips, and what type of cuffs should be used. Finally, he reaches question sixteen and asks, “Treated like a princess or degraded like a whore?”

She raises her chin and wants to say, treated like a princess, but then with a flash of brilliance in her eyes she answers, “Dressed like a princess, but then degraded like the filthy whore she really is.”

To this answer, he almost jerks himself off into her hopeful looking face. His stroking of his long hard cock having quickened without his even knowing it. He slows his stroke and then bats her nipple bell with the whip tip.

“Fantastic fucking answer, slave. You’re getting good at this game, well except for question twenty.”

He grins and then asks, “So question seventeen, if Master asks for a blowjob, what do you do?”

A small smile actually breaks out on her face as she says, “That’s a trick question, Master. Sir never asks…He just does. You just take my mouth as you want…You own it after all.”

He chuckles and this time pats the top of her head with the whip shaft. Then he runs it around her glistening lips, pondering his next series of final questions.

“And what is your favourite meal, slave? What do you crave to eat? To swallow?”

Her answer is another instant one, “Why your cum of course, Sir.”

He nods in agreement and then utters, “Second last question my lovely slave slut. Question nineteen. You like my cum because what kind of slave girl are you?”

She pulls on her suspended wrists at this point, the ache growing in her roped up legs and arms is nearing unbearable now. She is growing deeply anxious and scared. She gulps and then answers,

“I am a cock loving slave…A cock swallowing, cum loving slave slut for my Master.”

Her correct answer has him standing. Whip swooshing thru the air as he steers his cock towards her puffy well used lips. Her seventh, possibly eighth (she can’t remember for sure), deep throat, rough oral fucking of the afternoon is about to possibly take place.

Her eyes go wide at the drips of cum already leaking from the tip of his engorged shaft. She is amazed that any semen is even left in his balls, the amount in her stomach must be unreal, she ponders.

“So, slave, final question…I thought of a number between 1 and 20 earlier…What is it?”

The question is an obviously silly one. It is not even related to the others in the game. But he is her master, he sets the rules, and she can only play along and hope to god she gets lucky.

Her eyes move up from his cock just inches from her lips and they glance up at his glowering ones. She swallows, her lips quivering as she tires to remember what numbers she has already picked and said seven or eight times earlier in the day.

Her mind is full of confusion and dread. He releases his grip on his engorged shaft and he grabs her hair. His firm grip readies her anxious looking face and puts her quivering lips right at the end of his dripping dick.

Her well used mouth is perfectly aligned so that once again, he can ram his cock into her blubbering pleading mouth when she gets the answer wrong, which he fully expects.

“Thirteen.” She mumbles, terrified of what comes next.

She knows that his hands will painfully fist her hair as he assaults her mouth and makes her choke on his long cock. Her choking and gasping will only grow more loud and ragged, once it begins erupting cum into her mouth.

And the horrid whip, or heaven forbid the nasty skin splitting cane, will then be cracked and snapped twenty more times across her still stinging back and ass, or worse directed at the unwhipped space between her trembling thighs.

But above her bound and trembling body, he tries to hide the flash of disbelief on his face. The fact that she finally guessed right is incredibly maddening to him now, that he is so horny again.

Dwon below his waits, tears are leaking out of the corner of her glassy eyes as she waits for his response. Her entire captive body is tense and waiting.

And then in a self indulgent, truly self-centered manner, he pushes his hips forward. Sinking his cock in past her trembling swollen lips. And with a sadistic smile on his face, he winks and lies,

“Sorry, my stupid little slave whore…wrong answer, again!”

.

So, should he have told the truth?? That’s the question dear readers…

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So what new stories did I post these last few weeks?

So here are some quick links to the new ones, not the Tuesday repost editions, just the latest originals...Click on the underlined links and off you go...

Staring out and waiting in fear…That is this ‘Sex Toy’s’ life…

Sammie's Halloween Horror, A night this kept Pain Toy always dreads...

Chey, cruelly mounted, shocked and impaled, in every hole and from both ends…just because her owner had become bored with her…

She’s wasting away with no hope of ever getting out his clutches, he’s gonna make sure of that.

Brenda’s Birthday Surprise, great presents, and a party game to make her happy. The game just happens to involve a kidnapped cute teen. The kind Brenda loves to 'play' with.

I am For Sale, An abducted adorable thing gets into self promotion, for a very good reason.

She had stolen from her Boss…Well unfortunately for her, that’s what he thought…So he tried to torture the non-existent truth out of her...

One can’t talk, but she can see and scream…One can’t see, but she can hear…And what she will hear, she'll pray to God she will never experience, unlike her poor best friend.

The long slow march to cleanliness…and cruel punishment…One of the stories about life in the new secret government prisons for women in need of re-education and just plain old good punishment for those stupid enough to speak their minds.

A used up old slave cow…learns her true worth…and it ain’t much.

A Young catch learns much, as she hobbles along, leashed and bound thru the hot desert.

Limb by Limb, her execution for offending the men of the church is to be a slow, degrading and utterly horrifying one…one that will take weeks...and she'll get to witness every distressing minute of it.

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Lacie's leashed up and bound nightmare

Helen Hardstone paraded through the halls of the private club she owned, nodding and smiling at the various patrons as she went. Her long flowing gown, with a side slit reaching up past her waist let her long tanned and fit legs show off as she strode.

Smiles abounded as she made her way to one of the private members lounges tucked away at the back of the club. She strode leisurely into the palatially decorated back room in her 5-inch killer heels and she smiled at her wealthy and excited members.

All of the lascivious looking men were grinning back at Helen. Though, their aroused attentions were actually aimed elsewhere. The lip licking and smacking men were actually pointing with delight at the lovely sight trailing behind Helen.

Pulled along, by a leash attached to its collar, was a teenage girl of late high school age. She was still clad in a pair of knee socks and a short sleeve top. The top had been appropriately pulled up and bunched up at the front so that its elastic hem stayed stretched across and above the top of her small yet perky tits.

Her small B cups were barely bouncing as she tried to shuffle along and keep pace with Helen. Her arms were bent up high behind her head and were bound in what appeared to be a simple manner with rope.

Yet they were awkwardly stuck up high there by Helen’s diabolical little trick of inserting an anal hook in the young captive’s ass and then tying a short length of rope between it and the slave girl’s bound wrists.

The girl’s name had been Lacie. She had been the niece of one the club’s members who had gotten into a bit of trouble trying to pay his growing mountain of gambling debts owed to Helen.

The club’s income from trading in young female flesh had expanded to include a casino now. And Helen had discovered it a great way to add extra revenue, and sometimes even product for her main business of sex slavery, from those indebted and near bankrupt members.

‘What was wrong with using a useless niece or step-daughter or even a nagging wife to pay off their debts’, Helen had thought, when he accepted her fist panicked and whiny young woman in payment for a stepfather’s pile of debt.

And it turned out to be what plenty of gambling addicted members thought too. Including Reginald Murphy. He had been indebted to Helen for $86,000.

To pay off his debt, he had basically hand delivered his young niece, Lacie, into Helen’s sadistic hands. Helping Helen’s team setup the abduction of the girl, from her private boarding school, to make it look like a random stranger abduction after a gym class.

So now poor Lacie, confused, terrified and in excruciating discomfort, struggled to keep up with this terrifying and demanding woman.

The poor humiliated girl kept her head down as Helen dragged her by the leather leash attached to the collar her abductors had bolted around her delicate slim neck. A cruel and uncomfortable steel collar they had added the second she had arrived at the club and she could terrifyingly tell, wasn’t going to come off soon.

As Helen tugged on Lacie’s leash she chided the girl, “Hurry up, slave.  Your new purpose in life awaits…Let’s not keep the men waiting!”

The terrified girl tried to not trip as she was forced along the network of hallways and rooms packed with ogling perverts.

She looked down over her protruding pert breasts to her bare thighs and lightly haired private parts, totally ashamed that she was being paraded around naked in front of all these strange men.  And scared beyond belief of what was going to happen next based on what she had already unwillingly experienced.

…

When the men had dragged her hogtied body out of the van and then laughingly stripped off her little black lycra shorts, ripped off her tiny string of underwear and then forced the cold bulbous steel hook up in between her bum cheeks, she had screamed and begged.

She told them through deep snotty sobs that her rich parents would pay anything and to ‘please, please leave her alone’.

They of course didn’t listen to her frenzied begging. She was terrified that she had been kidnapped for ransom, or possibly worse for some other sick reason as they continued to enjoy molesting her toned body. Then after they collared her, they re-tied her and Lacie then finally met Helen.

It was this tall, commanding, and obvious sadistic woman, currently dragging her down the hall. It was Helen who made Lacie realize that she had not been snatched up for ransoming. That was not the stern woman’s plan. The plan was sickeningly closer to Lacie’s worst dreamed up nightmare.

Helen had made that clear on inspection of Lacie’s shivering and mostly naked body, as the poor girl was forced to stand humiliatingly in front of her.

Lacie’s young virgin ass was burning in pain from its first assault with the large metal, bulbous ended hook. Any pull by her roped wrists stuck behind her head, aggravated the incredible discomfort she felt in her young and freshly impaled ass. 

Helen then had taunted the teenager, telling her,

”A ransom payment is not why you have been taken, my adorable little girl. You are the payment. You are the asset which I will sell to the highest bidder to recoup a debt. Some man will buy you and do whatever he wants with this gorgeous trim young body. I am sure you will make a fine slave, a pretty fuck toy or possibly a ripe and ready to torture pain toy, for some rich gentleman to play with for years to come”

Helen said all this with the most devilish of smiles. All the while she traced her long exquisitely manicured nails over the heaving untanned chest flesh of a sobbing Lacie. She even dug her nails in a few times to make the girl cute squeal and to leave faint red streaks on the girl’s delicate flesh.

Cupping Lacie’s quivering chin and forcing the girl’s tearful shocked eyes up to meet hers, Helen added, “Such a wonderful tight teenage body you have, my dear. I wish I had more time to enjoy it myself.”

Lacie’s face then lit up in surprise. Her mouth opening in a gasp as Helen slipped her hand down in between the creamy white thighs of the trembling girl.

Without warning the middle aged woman inserted her long middle finger, jewel encrusted rings and all, up into Lacie’s tight virgin cunt. She was still holding Lacie’s chin and jaws in a firm pinching grip. Then Helen began to slide her fingers in and out of Lacie’s amazing snug slit.

Helen watched the girl’s shocked and tearful reaction with delight. Helen’s thighs moistened with arousal as poor Lacie began to sob profusely. The young woman instinctively tried to squeeze her thighs together in a losing fight against the unwanted and painful intrusion of Helen’s ringed finger.

Helen sunk her long bony finger up into the girl’s tight warm cunt, as deep as possible and then cupped the crying girl’s sex.

Moving her face to within touching distance of Lacie’s whimpering and squealing one, she stuck out her long tongue and began to lick a line up Lacie’s tear laden cheek. Smiling as she tasted the saltiness of the teen’s tears.

“Hmmm I love the taste of fear, my dear. It’s almost as good as the taste of young woman’s virgin pussy. But that is for another time and another girl. Now, I have to deliver you to one of your possible new owners. There are two very wealthy and horny men waiting to meet you and test out your lovely young holes. One of them I hope, will be taking you home tonight, to be their own personal little sex slave.”

And with that announcement Helen forced up her hand, firmly palming Lacie’s soft mound. The girl’s face was a mask of more shock and dread. It then burst out into a long scream.

For Helen had yanked up and then dragged out her long finger, knuckling it into a fist so the rings were protruding. The two thick ruby and diamond encrusted rings she wore on that finger, were now grinding into Lacie’s hidden little nub of a clit.

Taking her hand away from the whimpering teenager, Helen only laughed at the girl when she began blubbering and pleading “Nooo…no..ppleasssee noo..I want to go home…plzzzzz.”

Slapping the girl hard twice across the face, Helen growled into her reddening face,

“Listen, you pathetic little whiny cunt! If I had my way I would strap a huge fucking gag into your pretty mouth, lock it and throw away the key for a month. But the men I am selling you to want to try out every one of your holes tonight. So if I gag you, it will be hard for them to shove their cocks into your screaming mouth, won’t it? Now move your sexy little ass, you little slave whore!”

Helen barked out the command and jerked hard on Lacie’s leash. She led the whimpering teenager out of the small ‘slave preparation room’ they were alone in and dragged the reluctant sobbing girl into the much bigger opulent confines of the club.

And so began Lacie’s first foray into being paraded around as an object of lust, an object for sexual use and depravity.

The domineering woman dragged Lacie along through the various halls and rooms of the club, all filled with various scenes of debauchery and sexual deviance. Lacie tried to keep up, but her roped together ankles made the going slow and ungraceful, making her almost trip more than once.

The men Lacie passed gawked, some whistled and even a few women nodded their approval at Helen. Some men reached out and touched her as she was dragged past them in the halls, grabbing her ass or tweaking one of delicate perky puffy nipples.

Tears were streaming down Lacie’s cheeks as she tried to suffer thru this humiliating exposure. She had never been naked in front of a boy before, let alone a man.

Worse now was that she was being paraded past rooms full of leering men. It was a demeaning nightmare that she had never even thought to imagine. And Helen would only laugh and admonish the men in a sexy deep voice.

“Gentlemen, if you have a hundred thousand sitting somewhere, you could take this little cunt home and do whatever you wish to it. Sale is tonight, product testing…!” Helen said with a wink, “Is in just a few minutes!”

The pair continued on, past massive men guarding doors. The men were armed with handcuffs and shock batons. Lacie’s hopeless desire to try and escape faded by the second, as they went further and further into the heavily guarded back rooms of the club.

At the end of a long dimly lit hallway, and blocked by a heavy red wooden door, Helen stopped.  She turned to face a terrified Lacie. The poor captive girl’s chin was uncontrollably quivering as Helen stroked her hair and then thumbed away some tears.

“You shouldn’t cry, my sweet little slave, things could be worse. I could have kept you! and trust me I can be one nasty sadistic bitch when I want to.”

Helen smirked. She dropped her hand once again down to cover Lacie’s soft pussy almost hairless pussy.

 “But this! This lovely soft luscious cunt is way to valuable for me to keep… or damage, which I probably would, knowing me and how I unfortunately lose control of myself sometimes. Best to sell your adorable ass off and let me reap the monetary reward of such a cute trim teen body.”

Helen turned and then opened the door, giving Lacie’s leash one last forceful tug and making the terrified teenager almost spill into the room on her knees. With a yank up on the leash and choking her by the rigid collar, Helen kept Lacie on her feet.

“Gentlemen, Good evening.” Announced Helen, to the two men lounging and drinking. 

Their eyes lit up in instant lust at the sight before them. One man sipping a martini, held it frozen in mid air. His other hand held a long terrifying looking sex tool, that eventually through the long horrid evening, Lacie would grow painfully familiar with.

But for now, it was all just a horrendous threatening nightmare to Lacie. The real suffering was still to come as the gleam in the man’s eye and the wicked smile on his lips, showed his enthusiasm for owning the terrified girl.

“What a lovely piece of teen meat you have presented, Helen. George, I believe there is going to be a bidding war for this one.” He said, his comment obviously aimed at the other man.

George spoke, “William, I totally agree and I plan to take this little piece of fresh virgin pussy meat home with me, so you better get ready to be outbid.”

Helen laughed at their banter and then presented Lacie’s leash to George.

“Boys, you have three hours to try her out. And remember, please no permanently harming the merchandise until you have bought it. Then of course you can do whatever you like to the delectable little cunt. But I would suggest no permanent maiming of this one. I think she will look adorable for many more years to come. And be a good investment for trading or selling, down the road.”

George took Lacie’s leash and pulled on it to draw the panicked teen closer. Her chin was now in full on trembling mode. From her quivering mouth, soft whimpers and whispered pleadings of “pleasssse nooo, pleeassse no.” kept escaping.

Helen clapped her hands together loudly and smiled hugely,

“Well gentlemen, I shall leave you alone to try out her pristine body. Let me know if you will need any other implements or wares. More rope, heavier cuffs, tighter shackles, bigger gags, some fresh ass lube, you know…the usual. I can have it brought down here in minutes. I will be back in three hours to hear your bids.”

And with that Helen backed out of the room. She closed the door slowly, so she could watch George yank on Lacie’s leash. The teen began to scream nonstop and flail at her bindings.

Helen watched with aroused amusement as the sobbing and shrieking girl fell over George’s lap. His powerful right hand yanked up on the howling girl’s anal hook as William arose from his chair, massive dildo in hand.

“Should I stretch her out with this nasty long dildo first, before we fuck that luscious sweet cunt?” Laughed William, over the wailing and pleading of Lacie.

 “Or should we just stick it in there and then put her on her pretty knees? The adorable little slut’s cute mouth looks oh so cock sucking ready! Christ, I think I may cum in her sexy sweet mouth before she’s even got a few inches psuhed in it!”

It was the last thing a grinning Helen heard before she closed the doors and proceeded to stride down the hallway. Dollar signs dancing in her head as the distressed wails of Lacie faded out quickly and Helen knew the option of putting the teenager on her knees, was the option they chose to start their debauchery filled night.

…

The next question is, who bought Lacie? And what has she become once they owned her?

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Rachel’s long night at ‘The Club’

A curvy MILF looks to enjoy herself via some willing degradation, that then doesn’t seem lie it will end.

Rachel stood at the check-in desk of ‘Le club des esclaves féminines’ and smiled at the older well-dressed man standing behind the ostentatious desk. She looked down at the sign-in list and noticed there were only two other women signed in for the ‘Rope Wednesday’ evening session so far, a Nyasia and a Raina.

“Bonjour madame, I am so happy to see you this evening…Miss Rachel, as I am sure many of our members are going to be also.” He smiled knowingly at her.

Rachel hesitated for a second before signing her name in the third row of the entry log. Her eyes darted to the Dom’s sign-in list.

She felt butterflies in her stomach and a tingle in her pussy as she noticed well over a dozen plus names already signed in, and it was well past  10 pm. Which meant that with only three girls to entertain their varied perverted tastes, she would quite frankly find herself being possibly gang banged all night.

It was a thought that instantly made her pussy begin to soak itself. Her bare nipples hidden under her knee length coat hardened into pointy rock like nubs. She tried hard not to reach under her coat and start stroking herself in front of the smirking old concierge.

And as if knowing how she felt, he leaned forward and murmured with a smile and a deep look of commanding wisdom.

“Go ahead my dear. You can fondle yourself in front of me. I have seen everything you can think of at this club over the years. In fact… I command that you touch yourself.”

He had seen everything here, every possible spectacle of debauchery and hedonism one could imagine. The club was a place for Masters and the odd Mistress to come and enjoy and share their submissives and owned slaves.

It was also a place for women like Rachel. Successful, intelligent, and well educated, but in need of being debased and degraded from time to time. So she would attend the club frequently, not as an owned slave, already collared by some Dom, but as a free woman.

Free that is, until she entered the stone archway behind the dark chestnut wood check-in desk.  From that point of, she would be designated a slave as soon as she crawled into the club’s Chamber. A slave girl ready to be debased, punished and above all sexually used at the discretion of whomever wanted her.

Passing through that arch, as per the club’s number one rule, she would take to her knees. Her breasts, ass and sex exposed for all to see and use, as per rule number two. And of course, her soft lovely body would be chained, roped or belted in leather, depending on the night.

She was never again allowed to rise to her feet for the duration of her visit. Unless hoisted up by some club member, or members, intent on making her hang from her wrists or even neck as they set about inflicting some twisted torture on her.

This was the nature of this club, a place for women to become slaves, playthings or just pieces of attractive and well used fuck meat. Their will tested and broken by an assortment of the most dominant, and in some cases, sadistic Dom’s in society.

Rachel sighed as she slipped her hand inside her coat and down over her bare abdomen. The corset she wore tonight covered nothing but her midriff and was trying its best to reign in her extra bit of waist and belly flesh. While she wasn’t fat, she didn’t consider herself skinny.

But she took great satisfaction in knowing more than a few club members liked grabbing her fleshy hips so hard that they bruised, as they pounded their cocks into her.

And more than one brutal gentleman liked to hang her by her wrists, gagged and sobbing as they took a whip or crop to her full round ass. They always praised her on how plump her ass was and how nicely it marked up when being caned or whipped.

These thoughts that made Rachel grow even wetter as she rubbed at her slit. She was so busy moaning, rubbing, and daydreaming about being gagged and whipped, she didn’t hear the first forced cough come from the old gentlemen and his, ”Madame?”

His second and much louder, “Madame!” got Rachel’s full attention.

“And Madame, I said to ‘touch yourself’, not to cum in my entry way like a common slut! Please save your orgasms for the gentlemen ready to punish you in the club. I am going to let them alll know you deserve a little extra tonight.” He said with a stern look on his face.

Rachel gulped and then blushed deeply. She bowed her head and whispered “Sorry Sir.”

Her shoulders suddenly became chilled as he abruptly pulled her coat off her body. She watched him glance up and down, over her near naked body. A wrinkled smile filling his face.

“Oh my yes, you are definitely going to make some men very happy tonight, madame…very happy indeed.”

He nodded and Rachel turned and walked into the archway. She knelt down, placed her hands on her thighs and waited for the night to begin. Her rest was short lived as she felt a bundle of hemp rope land on her bare shoulder and a firm hand bunched her long hair together and pushed it aside to expose her neck.

A deep voice rang out above her. “Accept your collar and your position in life, slave.”

Rachel raised her chin and let the muscular hands encircle her soft neck with a steel collar. She heard a click at the back and knew it was locked on. Never to be removed until she left the club’s premises. The tall figure of a barely dress man appeared before her. It was the club’s rope master.

A Dom named Daniel, who knew how to bind a woman in the most extreme and beautiful of inescapable predicaments. Rachel felt a rush of pleasure in her crotch as he loomed over her.

He was clothed in nothing but a tight-fitting pair of black spandex shorts. His erect and prominent manhood showing through the stretched fabric. He latched a short leash onto the front of Rachel’s new collar and then he took a step forward. His erect spandex covered penis, touched her forehead.

He rubbed it gently all over her face as he reached down and picked up the bundle of rope lying on her shivering bare shoulder. Rachel, in a surprisingly bratty move, opened her mouth and tried to get a bite of his cock thru the fabric.

“Oh, ha ha…Someone is in need of some cock tonight. Is our slave girl needing to be fed, is she lusting after mouthfuls of cum?” he asked with a face wide grin.

“God yes, Sir.” Moaned out Rachel.

“Well slave, there are many a gentleman, and myself, in the club tonight who will make sure a beautiful, horny, deserving sub like you, gets her fill. Now present your arms for binding slave.” He commanded as he stepped behind her.

Rachel moved her arms behind her back and shut her eyes in bliss as she felt Daniel wrap her wrists in the unforgiving strands of rope. Soon he had her wrists bound together, his firm grip pushing her trapped hands up higher on her back. The height made her yelp. It was a new and awkward position for her.

He then worked quickly to lash the rope high around her chest, except for the odd few second break he took to squeeze each of her breasts. Which became a snippet of a torment session, as he gave a nasty quick tug and twist to each of her newly acquired nipple rings.

The attention and fondling was enough to cause her to bite her lip and moan. A moan growing into a squeal as he fully twisted the nipple rings around. Then he was back wrapping rope over her shoulders and under her arms, as a tiny tear trickled from one of her eyes.

Her mouth she kept firmly shut. She knew not to protest his manhandling of her delicate buds. That would have only led to some awful sorts of punishments. She knew this well from past experience.

He soon had her hands pinned to the middle of her back, her elbows jutting awkwardly out behind her. A position that thrust her tits out over her corset, in what could only be described as a, ‘show off the goods’ position.

Rachel then let out another of her little yelps of surprise and a short, “Oh fucking Jeezus” as she felt Daniel begin to wrap length after length of rope around her arms, just above the elbows.

She shuddered as he tightened the rope, its strands biting into her skin. Her elbows were incredibly touching. Her shoulders screaming in discomfort as he tugged on the ropes and tightened them down with his above average strength.

His warm breath spread over her shoulder, as he finished knotting the rope and whispered, “You’re never getting out of this rope work, my little slave. Consider yourself trapped, bound and captive, for the depraved entertainment of all us dominant bastards here tonight.”

Rachel gulped and then nodded, “Yes Sir…I am ready to be used….by everyone…Sir.”

She then gasped and moaned as he stretched out two more lengths of rope and began wrapping each of her ankles in the fibres. She was sighing in out right pleasure as she felt him draw the rope from her right ankle upwards and then lash it to her tightly bound elbows.

The rope he then tied to her left ankle, he yanked up on, drawing her heel into her ass cheek. Rachel’s eyes pinched shut and a groan emanated from her throat as Daniel held that left foot tight and high, forcing her heel into her body and he lashed the ankle snug to her upper thigh.

He bent over a wobbly Rachel, her balance wavering as her bound right foot tried to steady her quaking body upright. He rang a tiny bell he held in his hand and said, “Ah, the lovely sound of a shuffling slave girl.”

Rachel secretly loved this part of the club rules. That all slaves in the Chamber of Pleasures were to be adorned with a bell. Be it clamped to a nipple, labia, clit or even somewhere more inventive. For Rachel, it was one of the reasons she had just gone and had her nipples pierced.

The pain of wearing a torturously snug nipple clamp and bell was now somewhat alleviated. Though she hadn’t considered the agony that could come if someone decided to play with her nipple rings, just like the rope master had. Suddenly her bell jangled as she was almost tipped forward, her body jerked along.

“Come slave, time to enter The Chamber, time for you to present yourself for inspection and selection.” He said, taking her leash and giving it a firm tug.

Rachel shuffled forward on her knees, down the carpeted hallway. The short trip to the large ornate wooden door at the hallway’s end seemed to take forever on her hobbled legs.

The door opened and she wobbled in on her aching knees. The room was warm, glowing in amber light and there was much chatter. Well dressed men sat everywhere talking and drinking for the most part.     A few were having their way with a full figured beauty over in the far corner.

She was bent over a spanking bench and cuffed into place, her clamped tits ringing from the multiple bells swaying from them. One man was thrusting hard into her from behind. Another teeth gritting man was gripping her hair and pushing his long cock slowly and deeply, back and forth into her forced open, ring gagged mouth.

“Come on Raina, take it all in deep, let me feel those well trained throat muscles of yours massage my cock.” The tall man gripping the groaning woman’s head said, as he began to gently slap each side of her face.

He looked over at Rachel and smiled as his cock fully disappeared into the struggling woman’s mouth. Rachel could swear she felt trickles of moisture running down the insides of her roped up thigh, she was so turned on by the spectacle.

Rachel squeaked again as her collar pinched at her neck and she almost fell over. Daniel had yanked hard on her leash again to keep her moving. Her bell jingled non-stop now and the surrounding conversations died down as Daniel led Rachel into the center of The Chamber.

There, Rachel looked down on a young black female. She was bound similarly to Rachel. Elbows so tight together, that they mashed against each other. Not a sliver of daylight could be seen between her bound forearms.

Both her ankles were bound to each thigh with four great bands of white rope per leg. The pinching white ropes showing off her smooth chocolate skin. The girl’s hands were clenched together just above her ass and Rachel could sense the girl was under some severe distress.

As Rachel was forced to kneel beside her, she saw and heard the faint buzzing of a dildo inserted deep in between the girl’s quivering thighs.

There was a chuckle from a large, expensively suited, dark-skinned gentleman, sitting in the armchair facing both of them. He had his phone out and ran his finger up the screen. The buzz increased and Rachel watched the moaning girl’s hips rise and lower, as if fucking the air.

“Oh gawd...oh gawd Sir…Pleassse Sir …OH FUUUCCCK!” She shouted.

Her last few words morphed into panting sobs as the buzz increased again and her bound hands clawed at the air above her perfect pert ass.

Another man standing behind the seated man commented, “Wow great app, love the control you have. I see you can alternate the clit vibrating function separate from the main dildo function.”

The seated man grinned devilishly and leaned down over his tightly roped up captive, “Yes Nyasia, let’s show our friend, and this new slave girl beside you, what happens when we turn on both.”

Rachel watched with aroused jealousy as Nyasia’s mouth opened and then a delayed scream burst forth. The girl’s whole body shook and vibrated as all the functions of the vibrator, wedged between her dark wet thighs, exploded into maximum strength.

And then unexpectantly Rachel felt her arms grabbed from behind, her body thrust forward to lie on uncomfortably on her chest. Her face now lying next to Nyasia’s sobbing tear laden face.

“Fuck that must feel amazing.” Rachel whispered to the sobbing girl.

Nyasia’s face contorted in agony as a deep unstoppable and soon to be unending orgasm was building in her core. She began to scream out and chant, “Oh Gawd, oh gawd, stop it Sir …pleassse …OH GAAWWDDD”.

It was an uncontrolled and rule breaking outburst that was soon silenced as Rachel watched another club member arrive with a huge thick rubber gag.

He nodded to the gentleman in the lounge chair and then forced the thing into Nyasia’s open and shouting mouth, as she tried vainly to thrash her head around. The man found her mouth though and her screams became very well muted as he strapped the gag extra tight around her flailing head.

 While the black girl flailed there on the floor, in her extremely tight ropes, suffering through the most unrelenting orgasm of her young life, Rachel found herself being touched and fondled and examined by Daniel and the other three men.

A hand slipped in between her thighs and stroked at her soaking wet slit. Rachel moaned and shuddered. Her folds were smothered in her own aroused juices. Two long fingers sunk into her moist channel, pumping into her pussy with a strong steady rhythm.

“You are one wet cunt…You really need to be thoroughly fucked tonight, slave.” Came a voice form somewhere.

The multiple hands kept exploring her every soft female slit and hole. They way her hands were bound, Rachel could not stop any of their explorations. She mewled and whimpered as a thumb explored her anus. Its associated fingers plunged uninterrupted into her flooded and over aroused pussy.

Without warning she was lifted back up onto her knees by her bound elbows. She teetered on her knees and then stumbled forward as the dark gentlemen in the lounger, pulled on her leash.

She wobbled precariously on her knees and found herself in between his broad legs. Rachel was forced to take in the view of his large jutting manhood. It was standing fully erect as it poked out of his trousers. Its veiny deep brown skin made her shiver.

He started to speak but Rachel didn’t even wait, she plunged her head down and took his black shaft into her wet slobbering mouth, as if her life depended on it.

She didn’t even hear the laughs and comments about the ‘hungry little whore’. She was moaning and groaning as she felt his thick dark cock fill up every square inch of her slobbering mouth.

Her head began to bob away as she sucked in every inch and she tried to deliver a first class slave blowjob to this commanding gentleman.

He was groaning in appreciation as she drew her mouth off his large dick with an audible pop and then she began to lick the underside of his jittery cock. Her saliva and his precum, making it shine in the amber light of The Chamber

A few quick licks and she slammed her open mouth back down on his wet glistening dick. Its eruption imminent as she felt his hips lift off the chair and ram her in the face.

His large hand fisted her hair and then impaled her mouth and throat on his cock. Through her tongue she could feel the surge of cum shoot through his shaft and then it exploded into her slobbering and gasping mouth.

She swallowed and swallowed, his ejaculations seeming to go on forever. Her appreciative hungry moans almost drowning out the argumentative male voices declaring, “Holy fuck! I am next! …No I am next!...No Fuckin way...I am next!”

…..

Rachel licked her lips, trying vainly to catch the last little dangle of drool and semen dripping from her lower lip. The last man she had just sucked, of the four currently having their pleasure with her, had cum messily in her mouth, on her chin and all over her breasts.

But she was erect on her knees again, looming over the hogtied young black girl who was still shuddering and moaning pitifully on the floor. Daniel had just untied Rachel’s left ankle, giving her the ability to balance better, but he had exited the Chamber to go get some new toys the club had purchased.

The first powerful looking man who had fed Rachel his cock, took out his phone and swiped it. The hogtied and brutally gagged young thing named Nyasia, squirming on the floor, let out a loud moan and her hips stilled. Her bound hands no longer clawed at the air.

He put his phone away and looked down on Rachel,

“I think this bratty little cunt has had enough forced orgasm punishment, for an hour or so. Now what about you slave? I hear you were a bit un-lady like, as you waited to come into the club tonight. A regular horny little slut you are, huh?”

Rachel’s cheeks flushed as she thought about how hard she had rubbed herself in front of the club’s staff. She had been naughty and knew the men of the club were planning on discipling her for her openly slutty behaviour.

She just hoped it wasn’t the electrified phallus, that they made the most naughty of disobedient girls ride. It was a devious device she had been hoisted up on to once before.

That had been a unholy night that left her a blubbering tortured mess. In fact, hours of the tortured experience were missing from her over stimulated memory. Just the painful physical reminders had remained for days after. An inflamed pussy, swollen tender clit and rope burns galore.

“Yes Sir, I was a bad little slut.” Rachel replied as she bit her lip and glanced up at him. Her long hair falling over her bare roped shoulders and she could see she was making his large brown cock harden again.

“Well then you need to be punished.” Is all he calmly stated

He took her leash and pulled her along through the growing crowd of men. The crowd blocking her view of where they were headed. Then Daniel reappeared and the men parted.

Her first glance forward and her eyes caught sight of the electric phallus. She squeaked to herself, but then she saw Daniel standing there, patting the padded leather top of a device she would soon learn was called The Sobbing Horse.

The tall dark man holding her leash nodded at her, “Go ahead slave, you better slick up that rather large rubber cock before we impale you on it. Get your pretty mouth around that fake dick and suck it like you just sucked mine.”

Rachel did as ordered. His deep voice commanding her made her thighs tingle. Her already overheated pussy was clenching and anticipating being stuffed by this phallus.

She shuffled her bound body as close as she could to the kinky piece of furniture and placed her lips over the erect dildo. She immediately and obediently began slobbering all over it in earnest. She sucked on it like it was just a real dick.

Her eyes took in the other appendages sticking up from the padded saddle and she knew where they would be going. As she sucked away on the fake cock, the anal plug next to her cheek began to buzz and shiver.

 ‘Oh lord...OH…My…Gawd.’ She thought to herself as the appendage vibrated against her cheek.

The round rubber spiked thing, she knew to be the clit tormenting part of the device. It also came to life. Its round head spinning at high speed as her now worried eyes stared at it. Her mouth still full of fake rubber cock.

There was suddenly a coldness between her bum cheeks and she let out a muffled squeal. Her drooling mouth was still wrapped around the thick rubber dildo. She felt the slicked up coolness of something hard entered the ring of her snug asshole.

A hand grasped her bound elbows and held her steady. Then the rest of the something, that was long and ribbed, slid uninterrupted up into her delicate ass.

“Just making sure your sweet ass is ready to take it all in, slave.” He said, as he slid the chrome ball device into her snug ass.

His hand and the handle met her quivering ass cheeks as he fully inserted the lubed toy. Rachel was ready to cum almost then, but she clenched her cunt muscles and gritted her teeth.

She was trying with all her might not to release yet, for she knew she wasn’t allowed. Then someone drew the stacked balls out of her rectum and she let loose a series of loud whimpers.

She was panting and groaning when multiple pairs of hands grasped her legs and arm ropes. She squealed again as she was lifted up in the air. The men turned her captive body around and hoisted above the horse. She was both terrified and anxious to be impaled, as the men held her hovering over the appendages.

The muscular arms holding her up, began to lower her captive body. Her fingers clawed into her own back as she felt the dildo enter her wet sex. Her channel expanded and throbbed as it drove up inside her.

Then the vibrating butt plug touched her clenching anus and she squealed in delight and terror. The dark man stood before her smiling and her ordered her to

“Lift your chin, slave.”

A panting and groaning Rachel looked at him, confused for a second. Long enough for him to grab a nipple ring and twist it harshly.

“CHIN UP, CUNT!” he roared. Which she did immediately then with a pained whimper.

Her eyes were growing watery as the appendages all came to life. She felt many hands clasping her legs and adding more rope to her sweaty thighs. The cruel purpose of course was to affix her solidly to the ‘Sobbing Horse’.

Her collar was wrenched upward, as the dark skinned Dom secured her collar’s ring to a rope dangling from the ceiling. He knew that once this device began inflicting its stimulating punishment on her, she would collapse without the extra support.

He then held the punishing device’s remote over top of Rachel’s straining and suffering face. She could read the three control headings as he held the remote there.

‘Ass, Cunt, Clit’ is all it said, and she watched in horror as his finger slid each control over to maximum.

The neck rope went taut, Rachel’s bound legs involuntarily began to pound hopelessly at the wooden sides of the horse. Her guttural screams erupted as every synapse connected to her sexual organs exploded as if on fire.

Her plugged ass, her stretched and stuffed pussy and her savagely titillated clit, all swamped her senses in unison. Her mind and body were well on their way to being utterly destroyed in sexual overload as she perched there, held in inescapable bondage, on The Sobbing Horse.

…..Hours Later…

Nyasia crawled to the doorway of The Chamber. She was so ready to go home and collapse in the arms of her Master in their lavish plush bed. It was well past 3am and they were the only two left. Well except for the slave girl named Rachel.

She was still moaning and sobbing, her eyes were glazed over and had rolled back in her head. Drool was spilling constantly from her now ball gagged mouth. Her shuddering and at times convulsing body was still trapped on the vibrating device.

Nyasia looked up at her Master and smiled, “Shouldn’t we be turning the machine off and let the poor girl stop suffering?”

Her Master shrugged his shoulders, “Not our problem little one. Her Master will decide when it’s time to come off the horse.”

“But what if she didn’t come with a Master?” she asked.

“Well then, that slave better hope that some members show up tomorrow who feel like pulling her off that thing.” He grinned and then pointed at the exit. Hew gave Nyasia a swat on her cute naked bum to get her to crawl out the door and home.

Then the lights went automatically dark behind them, leaving a semi conscious and helpless Rachel to suffer, and occasionally scream out at no one, in the blackness for the rest of the night.

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At her Daddy’s command, Natasha gets revenge…and more…on her bossy sister…

A Tuesday...and Taboo, repost

Natasha’s Daddy grinned with sweetness and a bit of knowing trouble in his eye as he inserted his large index finger into the brass hoop connecting to her newly locked on slave collar. He wrapped his large hand around its attached short leash. Then he gave it a firm tug and hauled his nervous little one in closer.

So close, that her see thru tulle mini-skirt crushed up against her lower abdomen and one of her pert small breasts brushed up against his hairy and muscular forearm. But it was below the waist where she felt her Daddy’s true manhood.

She gasped in a breath as she felt her Daddy’s massive fabric covered erection dig into her taut tummy. She felt a sudden wetness down under her skirt. Her crotchless lace panties letting her pussy’s aroused moisture release into the cool air between her soft innocent thighs.

“You ready for this, little one? You think you’re big enough to deal with the responsibilities I am about to put on you…and in you?” he groaned, as he looked down on his princess’ beautiful and hopeful youthful looking face.

She nodded rapidly and firmly, “Oh gawd, yes Sir…I am so ready...I have been waiting for this day… for 18 years.Sir.”

He sighed in affection and arousal. His erection was now wanting to explode from his suit slacks as he looked down on her long hair trailing over her naked pert chest.

She had prepared perfectly as ordered. She had dressed up properly as he had instructed in the thin, barely there, skirt and easy access panties that she jealously used to watch her older sister wear.

Plus, to his great happiness and domineering admiration, Natasha had on her own initiative slipped on the cutest pair of over the knee socks he had ever seen and had even shown up in his home office study already cuffed and shackled.

The sweet metallic sound of her ankle chains, as the rattled on the large home’s hardwood floors, had made him abruptly turn around when she hobbled into his study. His mouth had dropped open as he took in the sight of his youngest daughter already cuffed and shackled.

Her naked chest heaving in anticipation as she smiled at him and declared, “I am ready Daddy. So, so fucking ready!”

…..

She was the most delectable thing he had seen in years. Even her older sister, who was about to be part of Natasha’s surprise, was no where near as adorable as his youngest daughter now was.

Kate had been a compliant little slave once he, and her subservient mother, had introduced her to being his submissive plaything.  But in the last year the older teenager had grown a bit bratty and down right obstinate at times, Just like her mother had been.

He hoped today was going to go a long way to driving some of that disrespectful, independent spirit out of her. He planned on teaching her a lesson by putting her in her proper place and making her physically remember what she was only useful for.

And he hoped it would work and he would not end up having to treat her like he did the girls protesting and defiant mother.

In fact, he had already started Kate’s re-education, so to speak, the previous day. He had dragged the protesting young woman down into the playroom after she arrived home from her Friday afternoon freshmen college classes.

It was a quick and nasty session, whereby he ball gagged her and tied her flailing body up in a brutal chicken wing hogtie. Even her toes he decided to tie cruelly to her long ponytail. Kate’s pained grunts and useless squirming on the playroom bed made him so fucking horny.

So horny that as he took his time caning her ass red to the point of bleeding, he jerked off too. He stroked himself furiously right in front of her agonized and tearful face. The result being a masturbation orgasm of the most spectacular kind that sent cum everywhere.

He spurted all over Kate’s bound elbows and into her tied up dark long hair. And for good humiliating measure, he jacked off the last of his ball’s load in her shocked and crying face. As he wiped off his cock on her tear covered cheek, he growled a warning,

“You’re lucky I didn’t stick my exploding dick deep down your throat, Kate. But there’s still tomorrow…And tomorrow, you disobedient little brat, you learn your proper place in this family.”

Then he walked out of the playroom, disregarding his cum covered daughter’s begging gagged screams. He locked the soundproof playroom door securely and then went upstairs to meet Natasha.

His favourite offspring came bounding up the front steps in her private school skirt and blouse. Freshly home from high school and ready to tell her Daddy about her exciting day. The only thing was, he had even more exciting news to tell her.

And when he told her, “It is time to learn how to be a big girl now, Natasha.”, she literally forgot about everything that had happened at school that day. In fact, in the entryway to their home, she threw her book bag aside and dropped to her knees.

And looking up at her Daddy with the most excited shine in her eyes, almost giggled out, “I am so ready Sir…I am so, so ready to learn.”

Because apparently, unbeknownst to him, his adorable youngest had been spying on him, Kate and their mother, for years now.  In truth Natasha had fingered and brought herself to orgasm hundreds of times over the last few years as she secretly spied on her deviant little family.

This enjoyable realization hit him, based on how unexpectantly obedient and submissive she had just become at his feet. He licked his lips and patted her head, his swelling  dick felt like it was bursting in his pants.

“Can I go get properly dressed, Master?…Is that okay, Sir?” she asked as her hopeful big eyes stared up at him.

He just nodded, still in a pleased and proud daze. The size of his cock exponentially growing with every second she gazed up at him.

He watched her run off to her room upstairs. Her adorable white cotton panty covered ass making a brief appearance as her school skirt lifted off, due to her excitedly bounding two steps at a time up the stairs.

He shook his head, adjusted his straining crotch and then headed to his study. His plans for the weekend at that moment, morphed into something even more rewarding for him and at least one of his daughters. 

But for the other bratty one, tightly hogtied and gagged for the night in the playroom, it would definitely be more devious, degrading and punishing than he originally imagined, as he smirked at his disappearing and excited Natasha.

...A little later back in his study….

He let out some of the tightness of Natasha’s leash and took a step back. He took his right hand and lifted the thin tulle skirt and then gave a satisfied approving nod.

“Very nice, buttercup, I can nicely see the beginning of your rosy soft pussy lips. Very good choice in underwear, if you’re going to wear some.”

Natasha glowed at her Daddy’s approval and the use of her favourite nickname for her. A wide smile spread across her face.

“Thank you, Sir. I know how much you used to like to touch Mommy’s pussy. And I have even seen you touch and fondle Kate’s pussy. I just wanted to look pretty for you...Sir...So I dressed up in something that does both. But don’t tell Kate I borrowed them, she’ll get pissed at me even more…Sir.”

With those comments slipping out of her shiny lip glossed mouth, she thrust her hips forward in the direction of his hand that was holding up the tulle skirt. With a quick jerk, he let go of her leash and reached around behind her back to her grasp her cuffed wrists.

He then pushed them into her bottom, holding her firmly forward. Held hard and forward into his other wriggling hand. The strong long manly fingers of his hand now sliding between her legs and thru the slick damp skin of her teenage sex.

She moaned into his firm large chest as he drove his middle finger back and forth over the swollen bundle of joyously stimulated nerves, that was her highly aroused clit. Then he growled.

“So fucking fine, daughter…So fucking wet, tight and slick. So adorably ready to be taken. We’ll use fingers and toys to start, but I promise, little one, by Sunday night, you’ll will be riding my cock like a big girl. And speaking of your sister being pissed off…I have a surprise for you. One I think you’ll like.”

Natasha could only grin with the most pleasurable look on her face, as he told her this. Her locked hands behind her back meant she couldn’t clap them in joyful glee, like she definitely wanted too.

“Let’s go buttercup. Shuffle your cute ass down to the playroom.” He lustfully growled at her.

Hew gave her barely covered bum a few good playful swats with his palm before grasping her leash and leading her down the hall, like a puppy dog.

He stopped at the door to the playroom and unlocked it as she stood there all excited. She could feel the wetness down in her sex, slickening up the insides of her soft thighs as she rubbed them together. Something he enjoyably noticed out of the corner of his eye.

“You are one horny little angel, aren’t you sweetie. My little buttercup can’t wait to be deflowered, can she?”

“I can’t wait Daddy…Sir…I am so fucking horny!” she giggled back at him.

He pushed open the door and then grasped her firm right bum cheek. Squeezing it hard he ordered, “In you go little one. Welcome to being a big girl now!”

Natasha stumbled in thru the door with a squeak as his grip pinched her toned teenage bottom. Her cuffed ankles almost tripping her up. Her eyes went huge and a shocked look took over her pretty face.

She did a double take and then looked back at her Daddy. His stern face tried vainly to hide his lustful smile. He shut and locked the playroom door before turning around to answer Natasha’s deluge of questions. Questions that he knew she wanted to ask.

Both of their attentions were momentarily redirected to the playroom’s wrought iron framed bed by the sound of a gagged and mournful sounding sob.

Kate lay there, still mercilessly hogtied, face drenched in her pained and anguished tears. Her pleading gagged sobs made his dick pulse even harder in his trousers.

Natasha gulped and looked back at her Daddy, “Wow Sir…that’s ...that’s really harsh. I think she’s suffering. I…I .. think she’s in pain.”

He nodded at her and said, “No kidding, buttercup, and would you rather it be you? You want to be tied up painfully tight like that rather than your bratty sister? Roped up, gagged firmly, and with no hope of release for the next couple days…or maybe longer?”

Natasha immediately shook her head, still staring at her trembling and crying sister with a dismayed look on her face. To her, the ropes around Kate looked inescapable and downright torturous.

But when she thought about it. About how bossy and like a bully, her older sister had been to her lately, the more Natasha began to smile. “I think she does deserve some discipline, Daddy, she’s been mean to me lately.”

Her Daddy placed a hand on her shoulder and pointed directly at Kate’s shaking head. Kate’s groan filled struggles, her flailing about naked and severely restrained body, had his cock ready to burst. The teenager on the bed looked horrified and scared out of her mind as he said.

“I think your pain in the ass, belligerent brat of a sister is getting what she deserves, Don’t you Natasha? When a slave girl no longer listens to her master’s important instructions and disobeys, and even disappoints him, in many ways, that slave girl needs to be punished and re-trained, don’t you think?”

He slipped around behind his nodding favourite daughter and unlocked her wrists. Leaving the cuffs and chain links dangling from her limbs in what he thought was the most erotic looking of jewelry.  

Her face turned up to his and she softly said, “I think whenever a slave is disrespectful of her Master…when she is a pain in the ass, as you put it Daddy. Then she should be disciplined. And disciplined firmly….Sir.”

She brought her hands in front of herself and in a motion that had him smiling in approval, she brushed her long hair back to make sure her small pert breasts were in his full view. Then she dropped her hands to her sides and fidgeted with each side of her see through skirt.

He walked away from Natasha, passing the bed, where he stopped for a second. With a loud crack, he delivered a stinging swat to Kate’s quivering toned ass. His bound up daughter squealed around her drool dripping gag and she desperately tried to roll away from him on the bed.

“I agree, buttercup, and speaking of this one being a pain in the ass, I think that’s what we’ll do. Poetic justice for our bad little Kate.”

He strode over to a large comfy red chair in the corner. He rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt and then relaxed his arms on the side rests of the plush chair. He looked at his adorable Natasha and then gazed with evil intent at his oldest still painfully contorted and sobbing on the bed.

With out breaking his gaze on Kate, he ordered,

”Natasha, go pick something from off the top of the toy cabinet. I have arranged a selection for you to choose from. And don’t be frightened by the massive sizes of them, little one, they aren’t for you.”

He then slowly undid his fly and pulled out his erect throbbing cock. It stood at attention as he added,

“They’re for your bratty sibling of course. One of those big anal stretching dildos you can choose to stick in your arrogant sister’s disobedient tight ass.”

Natasha gulped and then nodded, “Okay Sir.”

A smile developed on her face as she watched the horror on her captive big sister’s face grow. Natasha suddenly felt powerful and in complete control. Something she had never felt because of the bullying and tormenting of her older sister.

Kate began to scream into her gag and struggle in her ropes. The bed actually began to move away from the wall, she was struggling so hard. Their Daddy was now chuckling at the scene and rubbing his cock with slow steady strokes.

Natasha giggled as she ran her hands over the selection of toys her Daddy had left out. She felt a shiver run through her almost naked body as she thought about how painful any of these large things would be, if her Daddy forced them into her own bum.

She caressed each one, picking it up to twirl in her hands and then tauntingly pointed it at her terrified and sobbing sister.

“This one, Kate? Should I ram this one in your bum? Or maybe this one!”

Her sister shook her head and kept up a stream of mournful pleading wails that was having no effect on either of her two tormentors. Her father was now stroking his cock even faster and Natasha was literally skipping around the room in her ankle cuffs, giggling as she finally picked up a large triple balled anal cone.

A tool so scary and painful looking, it had Kate futilely and violently thrashing around in her ropes and in danger of rolling off the bed. Her tear-streaked face, looked up at her father with a pleading look of despair and remorse.

He just shook his head and said gruffly,

“Too late for that now, you disrespectful little cunt. My favourite daughter is going to show you why you need to learn to behave, to obey your Master’s every word and command.”

He looked back over at Natasha and with a proud grin said,

“Stick it in the brat’s ass, Natasha…and skip the lube! Just use some of her tears to wet the tip. Then fuck her snug asshole with it as she deserves!”

Natasha ran the tip of the phallic toy around Kate’s quivering face. She took her time letting the older girl suffer in the knowledge that what her tears were wetting, would soon be violating her private back entrance.

To say Kate was in agony, as her little sister leaned over her and parted her ass cheeks, was an understatement. Natasha grunted and even cursed as she fought to hold her flailing sister still and insert the long nasty anal plug.

She tried to push the instrument all the way in. Her Daddy pantingly cheered her on as he sat there stroking his cock. She began to get frustrated with how tight her sister’s asshole was and Natasha resorted to swatting the end of the long butt plug with her palm.

“I can’t get it all the way in, Daddy.”

Natasha had to shout. The shockingly loud and pitiful pained screams of her sister were almost drowning her out as she shouted at her Daddy.

She looked down at her thrashing sister and her battered ass. Her sister was sobbing and clawing uselessly at her bondage. She was energetically trying to struggle her wrists free from the tight body pinching waist rope.

Natasha wrestled with Kate’s ropes to make sure all the knots were good and secure. She smiled as she realized her bully of sister could never reach the butt plug with her wrists secured so well into the small of her back.

She gave the butt plug one more good push and a swat. The widest part of the steel tool was now partly pushed in and definitely stuck into Kate’s stretched wide rectum.

Her sister’s relentless squeals and pained howls were now making Natasha’s inner thighs quiver and dampen.

“This revenge thing is fun… and really arousing.” She spoke honestly to her Daddy.

Natasha was panting and groping her own slick pussy without even being aware of it. She so wanted to rub something against her teenage sex and when she glanced at her Daddy, her heart leapt as he motioned her over.

“Come her, buttercup…Turn around and sit on Daddy’s lap. You need a reward for such commanding obedient behaviour.”

She was panting furiously now. Aroused beyond belief. She straddled her Daddy’s lap, her back to his front. A position that allowed her to watch Kate continue to suffer and her Daddy’s long erect cock, to stand straight up between her thighs.

With a little flex of her hips, she soon had the open space in her crotchless panties rubbing up against his straight up stiff shaft. She groaned deep, but still like a little girl, as she began to roll her pelvis and begin grinding her slick young sex onto his cock.

“Grasp it sweetie, show Daddy how you can pull on a real man’s cock. Make me cum, buttercup. Show me why you are my favourite now.” He growled into her ear.

And Natasha did just that! She grasped both her small hands around his long thick dick and stroked it vigorously up and down. All in the rhythm to her gyrating hips. Her soaked teen pussy slid up and down the throbbing veined ridge of his meaty cock.

“See Kate, you need to be good and please Daddy.” Gasped out Natasha.

Her grip on his cock and her bounce on his knees was accelerating. It grew faster and faster until the burn of his cock sliding up through her swollen folds, sent her over the edge.

Her head thrown back and nestling into her Daddy’s shoulder, Natasha moaned and then yelled thru a deliciously lovely, first Daddy induced orgasm.  Her Daddy’s appreciative groans, as a white spurting line of cum shot out from his firmly gripped cock, she barely even heard.

Because there on the bed, flailing around in the grips of utter punishing agony, was the howling and screaming Kate. Her dismayed, distressed and blurry tear flooded eyes, took in the sight of her sister and Daddy, climaxing together. And all at the expense of her own degrading and endless painful sexual torture.

……later…..

He tucked in the last corner of the sheet and kissed his favourite daughter goodnight. The little kiss on her forehead making her smile. She gripped her teddy bear tight with her still cuffed hands and said,

 “Daddy that was fun…Can we do it tomorrow…but…but with Mommy instead?“ she hesitantly asked.

He leaned back over and stroked her long hair, “Sure, buttercup. We can do that. I will go set up the playroom.” He said with a growing evil grin.

Then Natasha rolled over, showing her near bare bum from under the covers and whispered allowed. “Daddy I can’t wait to get Mommy out of the box. Will she be wearing that leather hood still? Or will I get to see her eyes? And I wonder how much stuff I can put in her bum…”

And with those flurry of questions in his mind he chuckled and closed her door, saying softly

”Go to sleep, buttercup, good night...good ..night.”

Then he made his way back down into the basement, looking for the misplaced keys to the steel and concrete ‘box’. The strict, steel and lightless box that was set into the cellar floor and covered in dust. Its door not having been opened in weeks.

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Brenda’s Birthday Surprise, great presents, and a party game to make her happy.

Bill covered Brenda’s eyes with his hands. He was gleefully excited about what he had gotten his wife for her 40th birthday. A gift that he was sure she would enjoy since he had already tried it out.

It was a gift that he had already played with and found to be most enjoyable. A gift that was soft in all the right places and remarkably tight in others. A gift that made all the right noises when used and stimulated, in ways that he knew his wife would want both him and her to try.

The husband and wife were standing down in their basement rec room. The first hidden door behind a set of bookshelves, Bill had already pushed open.

“Okay a few more steps forward, Darling, and your birthday surprise will be almost there for you.”

Brenda was giggling as Bill pushed her forward. His hands were still over her eyes, even though she had them shut like he had demanded. The anticipation of what her birthday present might be was building some serious excitement in her.

The pair came to a stop after many slow steps. Bill then took his palms away from Brenda’s face and with a big smile said, “TA DA!”

Brenda looked around their tucked away secret little playroom. There wasn’t anything new in the space until she noticed something on the padded table, dead in the middle of the floor. It was a small velvet covered box.

“Oh…what’s this? Expensive jewelry?” she giggled at her grinning husband.

He shrugged his shoulders and then chuckled, “Well, sort of.”

The box appeared to be sitting on a small patch of flowery pink fabric. Brenda quickly snatched up the box and opened it. Inside she found two severe chrome nipple clamps attached together by a silver chain.

The clamps were a type that had a screw down mechanism to really get a good crushing pinch on the victim’s nipples. Brenda rubbed her own left breast as she dangled the nipple clamps from her hand.

“Bill, I appreciate the thought, but you know how much I don’t like wearing this type of clamp. They are downright torturous and can maim a nice set of tits, if one is over excited.” She said rather apologetically.

Bill gave his wife a wink and then smirked, “You think they are for you?”

He nodded at the table and once again Brenda’s focus went to the table and the small folded up bit of fabric sitting there. She picked the fabric up and unfolded it. Then she began to laugh as she realized what it was.

Brenda held the now unfolded, pretty pink panty up to her nose and breathed in the aroma wafting from the cotton.

“Hmmm, sweet young pussy…And a bit of dried cum…Husband? Did you get me what I think you got me?”

Bill shrugged his shoulders and then kissed the side of his wife’s grinning face. He hugged her and then whispered into her ear,

“I am always thinking of you, dear. Even when my cock is pounding into some screaming girl’s tight cunt, it’s always you I think about. How much I love you and how I get to enjoy watching you fucking up the same girl.”

Brenda gleefully clapped her hands together as Bill sauntered over to the another set of shelves full of dildos. The case rested on the far wall and he pushed the side of it and it began to roll sideways to expose the well-hidden door to their most secret playroom.

He unlocked the solid steel door that had been hidden behind it and swung it open for his wife to enter.

“After you, birthday girl! I think you’ll like what I got you.”

Brenda barely waited for Bill to finish his sentence before she rushed past him, and she darted excitedly through the doorway. She came to a sudden stop and once again clapped her hands together in unbounded excitement.

But standing before her, well bound and not at all excited, was her wriggling birthday present. A teenage girl, still dressed in her school uniform. The girl’s oxygen deprived pinkish face was in a definite state of shock as she squealed at Brenda.

For a number of long seconds, the trapped girl howled around the ball gag wedged in her drooling mouth. She flailed in the convoluted mass of ropes that held her captive. She was balanced on one socked foot and literally strangling herself as she howled out garbled nonsense at Brenda.

From years of experience, Brenda knew right away the poor girl thought she was being rescued. That she had been found and that she would no longer be at the mercy of the sick bastard who had taken her and made her life hell for the last day or maybe more. That bastard being Brenda’s loving husband, of course.

The girl’s face then morphed into a panicked look of utter terror. Terror that turned into deep sobbing disbelief as the man who had taken her, the man who had brutally taken her virginity in the most vile ways, that man put his arm around the woman’s shoulder she mistakenly thought was her savior.

The girl began to wail and shake her head around as Bill leaned down and kissed his wife on the cheek.

“Happy birthday, Wife…Hope you like this fresh little present I found for you. It’s soft and delicate in lots of places and makes all those fun high pitched noises you like, when certain places are….used…just right.”

“Don’t you mean abused just right, dear husband?”

Brenda said this with a giggle and then stepped forward. She reached under the quaking girl’s rather short, pleated school skirt and with deft accuracy stuck her finger through the girl’s super smooth and soft folds.

Brenda didn’t stop there though. The panting older woman forced her full hand in between the girl’s quivering soft thighs. Then she curled her longest nailed finger up and slid it up into the girl’s warm slit.

“No panties…Isn’t that great!” she giggled into the girl’s distraught face.

The teary faced girl appeared completely shocked at Brenda’s touch and sudden forced finger intrusion. Though moments later she was shrieking as Brenda added a second finger and she began to pump her curled fingers in and out of the girl’s snug slit.

The girl was almost hopping about on her one untied leg. It was the terrified teen’s vain effort to try and get away from the older woman’s probing and unwanted exploration of the soft flesh down between the teenager’s sock clad legs. It was an utterly useless action.

This girl seemed to be feisty and it humored Brenda. So Brenda just kept laughing. Her eyes were now glancing up and down, the girl’s fully trembling body. The struggling and sobbing girl was a sight to behold, and possibly the best present Bill had ever gotten her for a birthday.

The white blouse knotted at the waist, so it showed lots of toned youthful tummy, and the thigh high socks had Brenda licking her lips and clenching her legs together even tighter. Her own pussy was now terribly wet and ready to cum.

Brenda pulled her hand out of the girl’s marvelously tight and warm pussy. She slid those two teen pussy flavored fingers into her own mouth and hummed. Then she licked her lips and said,

“Don’t worry sweetie, you’ll get to taste lots of pussy, your own and mine, in the coming weeks and months you stay with us. I promise that.”

The teen’s distressed eyes went huge, and she once again began to gasp around her gag for air, as she wobbled on her one free foot. The teen’s bound hands were hopelessly clawing at the air behind her back and her bound knees were visibly shaking.

With a quick wrench on the crying girl’s blouse, Brenda upright the teen. A move that had all the girl’s buttons popping off on her white school issue blouse. Brenda licked her lips at the sight of the pert full breasts now fully exposed.

“I cut off her bra first thing. Thought her perky tits would be nice for you to look at after you unwrapped her chest. Plus, remember the other part of your gift, wife?” Bill chuckled from behind Brenda.

Brenda then gasped, “Well I am glad you did. These are a marvelous pair of fresh untouched tits!! It’s like they defy gravity…Oh I need to play with these!”

Brenda looked down at her left hand. There, still in her grasp, was the brand new pair of tortuous looking nipple clamps. So torturous, due to the well placed spike at the bottom of the bracket that would squeeze and crush the victim’s nipple, and make sure they couldn’t be pulled off…easily.

Brenda moaned and reached down under her own skirt to rub her swollen and ready to climax sex. She rubbed her soaking pussy a few times and then stared straight into the distraught eyes of the sobbing girl.

“I am going to put these on you and then we’ll play a birthday game I just invented, called Tug and Rub…I am going to attach these nasty things to your pretty little nipples and then tug…And while you scream yourself hoarse for me…I am going to Rub…Rub my own pussy till I cum on my hand… Tug and Rub…Get it.”

…End of Part 1….

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When are you coming out with new stories? It has been a long time since you posted a new story.

If you go back a few posts you'll find some new ones. Real life has just gotten in the way of doing more. But hopefully a new story to come every week.

But for new ones you may have missed over the last month, quick links here

Long slow march to cleanliness

Used up old cow learns her true worth

His desert catch, a girl named Zoe

Limb by limb, her slow and degrading execution

A story about not getting what you paid for

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Brenda’s Birthday Surprise, great presents, and a party game to make her happy.

Bill covered Brenda’s eyes with his hands. He was gleefully excited about what he had gotten his wife for her 40th birthday. A gift that he was sure she would enjoy since he had already tried it out.

It was a gift that he had already played with and found to be most enjoyable. A gift that was soft in all the right places and remarkably tight in others. A gift that made all the right noises when used and stimulated, in ways that he knew his wife would want both him and her to try.

The husband and wife were standing down in their basement rec room. The first hidden door behind a set of bookshelves, Bill had already pushed open.

“Okay a few more steps forward, Darling, and your birthday surprise will be almost there for you.”

Brenda was giggling as Bill pushed her forward. His hands were still over her eyes, even though she had them shut like he had demanded. The anticipation of what her birthday present might be was building some serious excitement in her.

The pair came to a stop after many slow steps. Bill then took his palms away from Brenda’s face and with a big smile said, “TA DA!”

Brenda looked around their tucked away secret little playroom. There wasn’t anything new in the space until she noticed something on the padded table, dead in the middle of the floor. It was a small velvet covered box.

“Oh…what’s this? Expensive jewelry?” she giggled at her grinning husband.

He shrugged his shoulders and then chuckled, “Well, sort of.”

The box appeared to be sitting on a small patch of flowery pink fabric. Brenda quickly snatched up the box and opened it. Inside she found two severe chrome nipple clamps attached together by a silver chain.

The clamps were a type that had a screw down mechanism to really get a good crushing pinch on the victim’s nipples. Brenda rubbed her own left breast as she dangled the nipple clamps from her hand.

“Bill, I appreciate the thought, but you know how much I don’t like wearing this type of clamp. They are downright torturous and can maim a nice set of tits, if one is over excited.” She said rather apologetically.

Bill gave his wife a wink and then smirked, “You think they are for you?”

He nodded at the table and once again Brenda’s focus went to the table and the small folded up bit of fabric sitting there. She picked the fabric up and unfolded it. Then she began to laugh as she realized what it was.

Brenda held the now unfolded, pretty pink panty up to her nose and breathed in the aroma wafting from the cotton.

“Hmmm, sweet young pussy…And a bit of dried cum…Husband? Did you get me what I think you got me?”

Bill shrugged his shoulders and then kissed the side of his wife’s grinning face. He hugged her and then whispered into her ear,

“I am always thinking of you, dear. Even when my cock is pounding into some screaming girl’s tight cunt, it’s always you I think about. How much I love you and how I get to enjoy watching you fucking up the same girl.”

Brenda gleefully clapped her hands together as Bill sauntered over to the another set of shelves full of dildos. The case rested on the far wall and he pushed the side of it and it began to roll sideways to expose the well-hidden door to their most secret playroom.

He unlocked the solid steel door that had been hidden behind it and swung it open for his wife to enter.

“After you, birthday girl! I think you’ll like what I got you.”

Brenda barely waited for Bill to finish his sentence before she rushed past him, and she darted excitedly through the doorway. She came to a sudden stop and once again clapped her hands together in unbounded excitement.

But standing before her, well bound and not at all excited, was her wriggling birthday present. A teenage girl, still dressed in her school uniform. The girl’s oxygen deprived pinkish face was in a definite state of shock as she squealed at Brenda.

For a number of long seconds, the trapped girl howled around the ball gag wedged in her drooling mouth. She flailed in the convoluted mass of ropes that held her captive. She was balanced on one socked foot and literally strangling herself as she howled out garbled nonsense at Brenda.

From years of experience, Brenda knew right away the poor girl thought she was being rescued. That she had been found and that she would no longer be at the mercy of the sick bastard who had taken her and made her life hell for the last day or maybe more. That bastard being Brenda’s loving husband, of course.

The girl’s face then morphed into a panicked look of utter terror. Terror that turned into deep sobbing disbelief as the man who had taken her, the man who had brutally taken her virginity in the most vile ways, that man put his arm around the woman’s shoulder she mistakenly thought was her savior.

The girl began to wail and shake her head around as Bill leaned down and kissed his wife on the cheek.

“Happy birthday, Wife…Hope you like this fresh little present I found for you. It’s soft and delicate in lots of places and makes all those fun high pitched noises you like, when certain places are….used…just right.”

“Don’t you mean abused just right, dear husband?”

Brenda said this with a giggle and then stepped forward. She reached under the quaking girl’s rather short, pleated school skirt and with deft accuracy stuck her finger through the girl’s super smooth and soft folds.

Brenda didn’t stop there though. The panting older woman forced her full hand in between the girl’s quivering soft thighs. Then she curled her longest nailed finger up and slid it up into the girl’s warm slit.

“No panties…Isn’t that great!” she giggled into the girl’s distraught face.

The teary faced girl appeared completely shocked at Brenda’s touch and sudden forced finger intrusion. Though moments later she was shrieking as Brenda added a second finger and she began to pump her curled fingers in and out of the girl’s snug slit.

The girl was almost hopping about on her one untied leg. It was the terrified teen’s vain effort to try and get away from the older woman’s probing and unwanted exploration of the soft flesh down between the teenager’s sock clad legs. It was an utterly useless action.

This girl seemed to be feisty and it humored Brenda. So Brenda just kept laughing. Her eyes were now glancing up and down, the girl’s fully trembling body. The struggling and sobbing girl was a sight to behold, and possibly the best present Bill had ever gotten her for a birthday.

The white blouse knotted at the waist, so it showed lots of toned youthful tummy, and the thigh high socks had Brenda licking her lips and clenching her legs together even tighter. Her own pussy was now terribly wet and ready to cum.

Brenda pulled her hand out of the girl’s marvelously tight and warm pussy. She slid those two teen pussy flavored fingers into her own mouth and hummed. Then she licked her lips and said,

“Don’t worry sweetie, you’ll get to taste lots of pussy, your own and mine, in the coming weeks and months you stay with us. I promise that.”

The teen’s distressed eyes went huge, and she once again began to gasp around her gag for air, as she wobbled on her one free foot. The teen’s bound hands were hopelessly clawing at the air behind her back and her bound knees were visibly shaking.

With a quick wrench on the crying girl’s blouse, Brenda upright the teen. A move that had all the girl’s buttons popping off on her white school issue blouse. Brenda licked her lips at the sight of the pert full breasts now fully exposed.

“I cut off her bra first thing. Thought her perky tits would be nice for you to look at after you unwrapped her chest. Plus, remember the other part of your gift, wife?” Bill chuckled from behind Brenda.

Brenda then gasped, “Well I am glad you did. These are a marvelous pair of fresh untouched tits!! It’s like they defy gravity…Oh I need to play with these!”

Brenda looked down at her left hand. There, still in her grasp, was the brand new pair of tortuous looking nipple clamps. So torturous, due to the well placed spike at the bottom of the bracket that would squeeze and crush the victim’s nipple, and make sure they couldn’t be pulled off…easily.

Brenda moaned and reached down under her own skirt to rub her swollen and ready to climax sex. She rubbed her soaking pussy a few times and then stared straight into the distraught eyes of the sobbing girl.

“I am going to put these on you and then we’ll play a birthday game I just invented, called Tug and Rub…I am going to attach these nasty things to your pretty little nipples and then tug…And while you scream yourself hoarse for me…I am going to Rub…Rub my own pussy till I cum on my hand… Tug and Rub…Get it.”

…End of Part 1….

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The Joys of Summer…

A Tuesday repost for a hot summer's day...

Three months ago…on a cool late winter day.

Kendra was on her knees, eagerly sucking on her Daddy’s hard dick. His right hand was gripping her thick pony tail and steering her freckled face, so that her lips bobbed up and down the full length of his stiff shaft.

Her eyes rolled up to look at his grimacing face as he neared blowing his load into her mouth. She felt his cock head bang the back of her throat and she tried to swallow, in an effort to pleasingly get all of his dick in her mouth.

“That’s it baby girl…fuck yeah…Now catch it sweetie…Pump Daddy’s cock like a good little cock whore…AND DON’T SPILLL.” He shouted thru gritted teeth as his balls rammed her drool covered chin

Kendra grabbed his jittering dick and pulled it out from between her pursed lips with an audible wet slurping sound. Normally she would still have her Daddy’s cock lodged deep in her mouth and be swallowing away wildly.

But today was different, she had an exciting mission to complete on stern orders of her Daddy. Dutifully she continued to pump away at his cock with her right hand as she held the partially filled popsicle tray with her left.

With a serious effort, of lip biting concentration, she moved the humorously penis shaped popsicle tray under and in front of her Daddy’s cock. Making sure every spurt of white liquid either made it into the long cock shaped tubes, or at least on to her concentrating face.

The last bits of his cum dripped from his cock and Kendra giggled. “Look Daddy, I caught all of it.”

One long string of white trickled down her left cheek and over her lip as she continued to giggle and he chuckled. “Well almost all of it Kitten.” He tapped his own left cheek and raised an eyebrow at her.

“Oopsie!” Kendra said in her cutest little girl voice. She stuck out her tongue and then tried to lick the stray splotch off her cheek, her eyeballs almost crossing as she extended her tongue as far out and up as possible.

“Got it Daddy!” she playfully yelped after successfully cleaning the cum off her face with the aid of her fingers.

She sucked her fingers quickly and then licked her lips, swallowing the last bit. Her eyes then glancing up at her towering Daddy for approval.

“Yes, you did sweetie, you got it all off your face. But you also didn’t get all of your master’s jism in the popsicle trays. And you know what that means? Now stand up princess, I have to punish you.”

He helped hoist her to her feet by pulling up on her ponytail. Her face in a massive pout as she obediently placed her wrists behind her back. He deftly locked her leather wrist cuffs back together and then he just pointed at the spanking bench.

Without a complaining word she obediently pranced over to the bench. Bending over it, her freckled naked bum angled high in the air, she waited anxiously for his hands to sweep over her naked body and then lock her down in a more secure position.

As she waited exposed and bent over the bench, her pussy starting to throb and drip in anticipation, he locked her thick leather slave collar to the lower supports and then stuck a red ball gag in front of her mouth.

She opened her mouth and accepted the large gag, as she should. She tried to block out the fear of the oncoming pain, by thinking about summer. Summer and the cum filled strawberry popsicles her Daddy would let her lick and suck.

As the first loud smack of the belt ripped across her bare ass and she bit down on the gag he had just stuffed in her mouth, a deep guttural scream stuck in her throat.  

As he rained down harsh leather lash after lash, across her suffering ass, Kendra just kept on thinking about those mouth watering cock shaped tasty ice treats, that would cool her down on those hot summer days as they “played” kinky slave girl games in her Daddy’s treed backyard.

Months Later….On an abnormally hot, June day

Kendra stood in the back yard, looking up at the interspersed rays of sunshine making it through the thick green canopy of leaves above her head. Her arms were somewhat relaxed above her head. Her leather wrist cuffs locked to the large tree limb above her head.

She was moving her weight from foot to foot. Her ankle cuffs not letting her move much at all. All the while she was moaning and rubbing her thighs together. All courtesy of the small egg vibrator her Daddy had stuffed down her shorts, before locking her wrists above her head to the tree limb.

She had on one of her favourite crop top t-shirts. A tight fitting pink t- shirt that said it all, about her. And if you could have seen the fresh little splotches decorating the thin material covering her soft small breasts, well you would have agreed too.

….

Her head suddenly turned to the right as the telltale squeak of the back screen door caught her ears. ‘Thank god he’s back’ she thought.

And as if reading his Little’s mind, he shouted out, “Bet you’re glad I am back baby girl! That little vibrator making you fuckin crazy yet?”

He laughed deep as he took the three steps down from the back porch, carrying a small cooler and toolbox.

“92 degrees out in the shade today princess. But Daddy has a way for you to cool down.” He said patting the cooler as he sat it down on the grass near her. 

He looked up and over her toned body, smiling at her grass stained knees and remembering how the afternoon in the backyard had started. Her eyes were half closed and a weak whimper escaped her cherry lips.

 He could see her hips gyrating a bit from the incessant buzzing down in her snug denim shorts. He had only left her like this for about a half hour, he thought. Then checking his watch, he realized it had been more like an hour.

“Sorry baby girl, looks like the beer run took a little longer than I thought. But you didn’t mind…did you?” he asked, running his fingers from her pierced belly button to edge of her crop top.

 He snuck a hand under her top and found her swollen right nipple. Rolling it between his thumb and finger, he tugged on it, as she shook her head in a affirmation that, ‘No she hadn’t minded.’

Though in reality, she was getting close to screaming and begging for him to turn it off. The huge wet spot in her jean shorts wasn’t just sweat from the heat, it was also because her teased cunny was oozing wet and dirty bad girl arousal.

“So…. I hope my slutty little princess was an obedient little slave, and obeyed my order not to cum?”

He asked, while placing his hand firmly between her sweaty thighs and cupping her damp denim covered sex. He could feel the buzz of the small, yet persistent, vibrator working away at the cleft of her sex.

Kendra moaned and closed her eyes as he ground the palm of his muscular hand up into her jean shorts. He pushed hard, driving the vibrator deeper into the folds of her slick skin.

“Y..Yes..s..s..sir….I..I n..nooo..cum” she stuttered and gasped out in reply, ”I…I ..b.b.een ..g..good…But …p..pleassse…l..let me c..c..cummm.”

Kendra was as close to cumming as she had ever been, and she knew her Daddy could be a sadistic bastard when he punished her for the transgression of climaxing without permission.

And just as she was about to give in anyways, from his hand doing horrible yet amazing things to her young sex, he let go and reached into her pocket to switch off the vibrator’s remote.

Kendra sagged and let her weight hang from her chained up arms. While it was a relief that he had turned off the vibrator, she now ached all through her lower torso. A throbbing need to get off was still there and making her slightly giddy and crazy.

“Fuck sir…fuck. .fuck.. fuck….please fuck me Daddy” she begged,.

Finally able to stand up on her own sneakered feet, she tried to force her hips in his direction. Hoping he would either rub her crotch again or even better, wrench down her shorts and finger fuck her till she squealed in much needed release.

Her Daddy chuckled and then reached up and undid her right wrist cuff from the tree limb. “Patience sweetie. Oh I think you will get plenty fucked this afternoon sweetie. I have a little surprise for your playground. But first how about a treat?”

“Oh god yes Daddy.” Kendra gleefully exclaimed. She was horny, hot and thirsty. And when her Daddy pulled the cock shaped red popsicle out of the cooler, she enthusiastically danced up and down on both feet shouting. “YEAH!!! CUMSICLES!!”

In no time at all, she had the frozen dick treat jammed into her mouth, sucking away like a fiend and enjoying the frosty strawberry and cum flavoured treat. Red sticky trickles of frozen fruit flavoured cum running down her chin.

In her utter enjoyment of the decadent treat on this hot sunny day, she hadn’t even noticed that her Daddy had been bent over her swing. Doing something with some tools and bits of rope.

When he stepped back to let her view his additions to her tree swing, Kendra literally choked on her frozen cock treat, all most unintentionally deep throating the whole thing.

“OH MY GOD DADDDDDYYY! …Can I ride it …PLEASE..PLEASE..PLEASE..!” she shrieked out.

She yanked at her still cuffed right wrist, trying to get closer to the swing. He just stood there and watched her with masterful delight. Reaching up high, he began to unlock her wrist cuff and then, swatting her tight ass firmly, commanded;

“Now pull down those shorts and climb on baby girl. Daddy’s gonna push you on your swing... all afternoon!”

.

Yes a silly story…But imagine Girls, if you had this swing in your back yard. Your wrists cuffed to the ropes and your Daddy or Master pushing you as high as possible into the sky. Sooo high.. that your bum actually lifts off the seat at the apex of the swing.

And then thump! You land back down on the swing, the dildo driving back up into your soaking wet pussy and pumping into you on every push he gives you… Now wouldn’t that be fun?!

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Is it Posture Training…. or Just Plain Cruel Punishment?

A Tuesday Throwback Repost

He’s got that look on his face. A stern frown that morphs into a devious smirk.

He had just untied his adorable young pet from her bed. She’s a pretty little thing of a slave girl in training. Freshly learning the ropes of how she should properly behave. How she should please her new Master, aka Daddy.

First thing this morning, after taking his dripping spent dick out of her slobbering mouth, he had demanded she perform some other proper slave girl duties. Duties she balked at with a grimace on her innocent looking face. Such demeaning duties she had never imagined, let alone expected to perform.

That was a disrespectful reaction that of course resulted in her Daddy deciding to punish her and really make her grimace. A reaction from her that had him hell bent on destroying any allusions she had of being able to hesitate or say ‘No’ to his commands, ever again.

She did not expect the punishment to be so devious, so restricting, so frighteningly possibly long term, so unrelentingly uncomfortable. Worse though, is he isn’t even finished adding to her distress, as he asks her in a deep mocking tone,

“You comfortable little one, I bet you aren’t? Rigid inescapable steel has a way of making little girls rather uncomfortable, after even just a little while. A trust me, you’re going to be stuck in these for more than just a little while.”

He runs the back of his large hand along her quivering left cheek, then down to the thick steel collar he has just locked around her neck. Her pert tits are heaving up and down as she tries vainly to fight back her rising panic.

She didn’t expect this level of strict training and compliance when he untied her ankles, unstrapped her ball gag, and then let her out of her comfy soft, stuffed animal covered bed this morning. She didn’t expect any of this rigid confining stress, but now it was all too real.

“No Sir.” She squeaks out. She is truly and utterly uncomfortable in the position she now finds herself,  and she is growing more terrified by the second, as she should be, of what will come next.

“You were a disrespectful little slave girl…a bad bratty little slave cunt this morning, weren’t you princess?”

She is shocked by him calling her a ‘cunt’. A word he never uses when describing her. When she tries to nod in the affirmative, she winces and whimpers out a tiny “Owwie”. The newly mounted pointy spike catching her painfully in the soft skin under her lower jaw.

“Pleassse Daddy, Sir..I am so sorry, Sir.” She mutters out, trying to keep her chin from being poked by the metal spike. Her utterly naked body begins to shiver from her straining uncomfortable position. A physical reaction that brings a wider grin to his face.

Her young pretty eyes, now looking very sad and equally distressed, stare longingly up at him, because they must. He reaches under her quivering chin and traces his fingers around the punishing looking posture spike, deviously screwed onto her thick and almost choking shiny new metal collar.

He watches her throat nervously swallow behind the tight steel. He’s smiling because he knows in a short little while, when she gulps like that, his warm cum will be sliding down inside that pretty throat. But right now, he needs to emphasize the truth of her situation, to teach her a lesson.

“You know why Daddy has had to lock you in that collar, right little one?”

She nods and winces again as the spike digs up into her skin. She is obviously not used to the fact that for the foreseeable future, she is going to be kept stuck like this. Face lifted upwards, her steel trapped neck awkwardly bent, and her head titled back for whatever sick purposes he would like her to endure.

Her young tits thrust out, doubly so, due to the new posture collar and the ever-present solid steel bands around her upper arms. Those steel cuffs unkindly sealed tight and locked together keep her shivering arms stuck behind her back, for all of the night and most of the day it now seems.

The entire twisted and perverted set of steel restraining devices appear to him as deviant jewelry for her lovely young pristine body. And it all keeps her pair of pert breasts presented wonderfully for whatever purposes he would like to use them for.

Which is why now, one of his large warm hands finds her right nipple. His long strong fingers pinching and playing with it, as he asks,

“Tell me slave…Tell me, my adorable slave princess, what did I ask you to do…and you didn’t?”

She gulps deeply again and starts to explain her misbehavior, in between little moans of pain as he continues to play roughly with her nipple. She tries to gasp out and describe her disobedient reaction that has now put her in this strict punishing predicament.

“I..I..didn’t lick Daddy’s balls..or ..or L..Lick his ass clean… like he commanded.” She sputters out.

He nods and asks.

”What should you have done, once I released you from your bed and made you kneel on the floor with your bunnykins, and asked you to clean me? What should have been your reaction when I ordered you to suck on my balls and run your soft delicate tongue all over my dirty asshole?”

Her eyes roll downwards in their sockets and she looks at his huge cock bobbing there in the air. She bites her bottom lip nervously and then utters,

 “I should have put your generous balls in my mouth, Sir. I should tongued and sucked your masterly balls, Sir. Then I should have licked from your balls to your asshole, Sir. I should have cleaned your bum as the subservient slave I am supposed to be...I should have done as you commanded….but I didn’t..I ..I ..hesitated Sir.”

Her beautiful shiny eyes roll back up to stare up at his. They look remorseful and each eye now has a tiny tear trickling from out of the corner. Her shoulders shudder and she winces, as he sees her trying to move her cruelly pinned together arms.

Her trapped elbows and her steel cuffed wrists, attached to her snug nighttime chastity belt with a short chain and lock system, keep her arms steadfast behind her. It’s a strict system he enjoys keeping her in for all of her bedtime and even a good half her daily routine. But that will change now.

“And I am so, so, sorry, Sir. I wont ever behave like that again…I promise.” Her soft pleading voice hopeful as she begs for his forgiveness.

“Oh, I am sure you wont ever behave like that again, little one. Daddy is going to make sure of that. Nothing but posture training and learning how to properly lick and clean Daddy’s balls and ass is in store for you this week. I may just decide toilet paper is no longer needed in this house.”

“Yes Sir…thank you Sir…You know best, Sir.” she mumbles out with more tears appearing.

She knows full well she has fucked up royally. That painfully and in the most disgusting and demeaning ways, she will be paying the ultimate price. Her loss of her last bit of freedom and of course the repugnant use of her mouth on his ass.

He now has one hand on his long cock and is stroking it, as he stares down on her. Her face is one of innocence, beauty and the tiniest bit of fear. He loves it. Then she whimpers out,

“How can I make it better Sir? How can I please Master and..and…” She suddenly stops talking and then rolls her eyes downward. She knows she was heading into punishable begging territory and just hopes she hasn’t gone too far.

Her attention suddenly is all on her Daddy’s lean muscular naked body. He is over at the ‘toy’ chest pulling something out. Something new that she has never seen before. Another chastity belt, like the one she is currently wearing.

But this belt is different. And when he holds it near her face, a face turning truly frightened and pleading, a young face now flooded with remorse….We see why. The terrifying appendages mounted to the belt’s steel crotch promise only deep discomfort for her, if worn long, like he plans.

“Obedience and posture are important, little one, so that your mouth is always at the ready to do what it’s best at. So your wet slave mouth is always ready do what every young woman’s mouth was made for. Licking, sucking and swallowing, correct?” he asks.

Stroking her long brown hair with his free hand, his monologue continues,

“But we can’t forget your other holes. They need to be kept trained too…especially when a little slave like you, seems to be forgetting her training. Such obstinance requires a good long week of re-education…Don’t you agree?”

There is only the slightest bob in her head. Her chin is quivering now. Her lips pursed shut as she fights back the flood of tears and frightful begging sobs she really wants to release.

He spins the new belt around in his left hand and ever so gently slaps her face with his open right hand, to get her full undivided attention.

“So slave, this belt you’ll wear 24-7 for the entire week…or possibly more, if you don’t learn how to properly behave. You’ll be locked in it constantly, except for the occasional bathroom breaks and your regular evening bedtime, legs locked good and wide, deep cunt fuck, from Daddy!”

He then taps one of the scary looking appendages against her quivering chin, before adding,

 “It’s got a wonderfully thick dildo for your pussy and this thing here...” He grins, tapping the shining chrome stack of metal balls.

“This wonderfully large nasty bit of polished chrome, is for your snug tender ass. Yes, it is like the little one you are wearing now. But many, many times bigger, and well over twice as long. It will definitely go a long way in helping train your tight little butt hole for taking in your Daddy‘s big cock.”

Her eyes go huge and the sob she had been biting back, releases from her mouth. She chokes back more sobs and then sniffles. Her eyes rolling up expectantly at her Daddy, her unforgiving stern master.

Would he really make her wear that all the time? ‘Yes he would!’ she realizes, as she looks at the hardness in his face. His domination over her, his control over her, complete.

Her neck starting to ache, her bare and now chilly chest heaving in anxious anticipation, she watches him smile down on her. The curve of his lips devilish in nature, as he runs his finger along the chrome balls and says,

 “You know it’s been the ‘ass’ that has gotten you into all this trouble princess. If you had just been an obedient little slave girl and licked your Master’s asshole like you had been told, well your pretty tight little ass wouldn’t be getting painfully stretched and plugged all week, and you wouldn’t be spending the day staring up at the ceiling and nervously waiting for me to spread my ass cheeks all over your face.”

He then taps her frightened face on the tip of her sniffling nose. He takes a big step forward and lets his jutting cock run up the side of her tear covered cheek. His balls resting on her quivering lips. He pushes his hips around, so his cock travels all around her face.

His precum from his overly excited cock smears her cheeks along with her river of fresh tears. It makes her distressed face glisten from the wet mix and his cock bob even more rambunctiously with arousal. Then he states.

“But I am not a total sadistic monster. I will reward your good behaviour, your relearned proper slave behaviour. For every time you properly suck on my balls and lap your cute little tongue all around my asshole, leaving it perfectly fresh, I will lower your posture spike a full millimeter!”

He takes his fingers and measures the spike from where it pokes out of the mount. Then he raises them and holds them in front of her glassy slightly hopeful eyes. With a chuckle he adds, “Be a good little ass licker and ball sucker, and you just may have half that spike lowered by the end of the week. You ready to try for your first millimeter, before we make your snug little asshole and tight pussy scream?”

And with another wincing nod and soft whimper of “Yes Daddy..Yes Sir.” She opens her mouth and pushes out her tongue as her Daddy turns his massive frame around and pushes his large ass into her face.

He doesn’t get to see her reluctant acceptance of being an utterly demeaned ass and ball licking slave, as his ass settles over her crying face. But it would have made him happy.

Instead, his hand is furiously stroking himself, as her tongue firmly touches his anus for the first time and he knows it won’t be long.  It won’t be long until he is turned around again and pumping his ejaculating cock into her waiting open mouth.

Her grimacing face in full view, as he shoots into her mouth and then for fun, covers her humiliated pretty face in more jets of sticky hot cum. While all groaning at her “Good Girl…Good little ass licking slave.”