the pub
i have all way had a fantasy but could never found any one to do it and i have still been waiting but i had a dream that i was out at a pub haveing a few beers by myself and this man and lady came over to me and sat next to me she started to chat me up she took me tolet and asked if she could give me a blow after a few min we returned form the toilet and i felt great we had a few more beers i got asked if i could return to there flat whit them. we got back there she got stragiht to the point and asked if her boy friend could spit roast me i wounder how she could fuck me
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| The customer by mrs sexslave
Introduction: A restaraunt manager tries to make a customers night pleasant but ends up giving him better service than she ever imagined.
The restaurant was only half full. I had expected better of a Thursday night, we were turning people back this time last week. I survey the tables making sure that my waitresses were not missing anything. I had managed the French restaurant for almost a year now and I prided myself on the service that my guests received.
Kate, one of my best waitresses, storms past me, muttering angrily to herself. Kate was normally friendly and hard working. It was unusual for her to be in a mood. She turns to me, flushed, and says "The guy on table 4 is a wanker." She slams down the glasses that she had been carrying and repeats herself "WANKER."
Normally I wouldn't put up with my staff bitching about the clientele but then again, normally Kate wouldn't. There was a very good chance that the guy on table 4 was a wanker. Monica, a shy girl who had only just started with me, nodded slightly but was not brave enough to voice her opinion.
I sigh and look over to table 4. The man sitting there was tall with dark hair, impeccably dressed and absolutely screamed of arrogance. Arrogance also points towards money and money kept this restaurant running. I look around the tables again. It was not busy and everything else seemed under control. Looking back at the handsome man I made a decision "Alright Kate, I will take over on table 4… PROVIDING that you lighten up a bit! You'll scare people off with that face on!"
I was doing Kate a favour but, to be completely honest, there was something very attractive about the man on table 4. Even from across the room you could feel his self assured presence.
Kate managed a slight smile and thanked me "You'll see though! He really is horrible!"
It had been a while since I had served tables personally. It was almost a bit of fun to get back on the floor again. I straighten my skirt so that it sat snugly on my hip and with my best smile on, walk over to my new customer. He sees me coming and looks up from the menu without a smile in return.
"Finally!!" he says, pursing his lips, apparently annoyed at the almost non-existent wait on service. "I'll have the steak. Rare."
Well, I can see where Kate was coming from. It took all my will power to keep myself smiling. "Of course, Sir. Would you like another drink?"
Instead of answering, he quite blatantly begins to look me up and down. His eyes wandered over my full breasts past my small waist and then down my long legs. "Are you my waitress for the night?" he asks.
"Yes, sir" I reply "I will be taking care of you this evening so if there is anything you need just let me know."
I turn and walk off. I can feel his eyes watching my arse swing as I walk away. What a wanker! I had felt like a piece of meat when he had looked me over. Nothing more than something he could buy in a shop. Why had I told Kate that I would take over for her!?
The mans attitude did not improve as the night continued. He ogled my breasts at every opportunity but was nothing but rude to me as I tried my best to keep him happy.
I was glad when it came time for me to count up as the girls looked after the last of the customers. The man was settled in with his coffee and did not look like he was ready to leave. It would take me half an hour to finish up so for now I could leave him where he was. I looked over to Kate "He is a wanker! But you be nice to him! If you have any trouble come and get me." I walk off to the office to start the end of night procedure.
I was almost feeling relaxed when Kate stormed into the office. "Everyone else is gone, Steph, except for table 4. He just won't leave! I took him his bill but he hasn't even look at it!" She was flushed again, this man really rubbed her the wrong way! "Anyway," she continued "Mon and I have finished our shift."
I roll my eyes. "OK Kate, don't get worked up. Is everything else done?" Kate nods aggressively. "We are all finished."
Oh, jeezz… I was going to have to deal with that wanker again. "OK, you girls can go home. I'll see you tomorrow."
I return from the office with Kate. Everything was done but the man was still on table 4, nursing his coffee. Monica and Kate rushed out of the door shouting there goodbyes, relieved to be finished for the night.
I walk over to my last customer, steeling myself. Again he looks me up and down, his eyes lingering on my breasts. It was like he wanted to take them in his hands and nuzzle them. I blush slightly at the thought and feel my groin warm slightly. He was very good looking and the sheer force of his arrogance was a bit overwhelming.
"Was everything to your liking, sir?"
He nods, puts down his coffee and stands. "Your service was wonderful. You are a very good host."
Well, at least he was happy. I notice he is standing closer to me than I would normally feel comfortable with. He was built well and was even more attractive up close. He stroked my arm, shocking me with his touch. "But I was wondering if you could service me a little more."
He reached his hand behind my head, pulling me towards me and starts to kiss me passionately. I can't help but respond to his advance. My nipples instantly became hard. He wasted no time in beginning to unbutton my top. The breasts that he had been watching all night were suddenly on display. He reaches into my bra, taking my left breast in his hand, his fingers playing with my nipple. My right breast soon gets the same treatment. I am almost unbearable turned on. I have not had any action for a long time and the way this man has taken control has been intoxicating.
"I don't think this is appropriate, Sir" I manage to breathe, barely keep myself in control of my body.
"I think it is appropriate." He smirked down at me, "The customer is always right. Have you ever heard that expression?"
He continues to unbutton my top until it is loose and he pulls it off my leaving me in the middle of my restaurant in only my bra. This does not last very long as he reaches behind, probing my mouth with his tongue and removes the last obstacle to my tits. His hands grasp at my breasts, paying particular attention to my nipples, which are painfully hard. Every touch of my nipples creates a ripple of desire in my cunt.
"Take off your skirt" he orders me. I blanch slightly at the command but my body betrays me. I am hot and wet from my nipples being so wonderfully caressed. I unzip my skirt and allow it to fall to the ground.
His hand slides into my panties and finds my swollen clitoris. The lightest touch makes me quiver before him. The dark street seems empty at the moment but at any time a passerby could come past and witness this scene. He slowly uses his other hand to take my last garment away from me, sliding my panties down to my ankles.
With complete confidence he roughly picks me up and sits me on the bar, opening my legs with his body. One finger enters me, finding me wet and welcoming. I moan in desire, hardly remembering what I had thought of this man a few minutes before. "Oh God," I moan and this encourages him to spread me wider and enter me with a second finger. I continue to moan softly as I allow his fingers further and further into me. He is nibbling at my nipples at the same time, slowly changing from one side to another. Behind him I can see out of the large windows into the street. On the other side if the street a drunk couple pass by but seem not to notice the naked woman being pleasured on the bar.
I can hardly stand the pleasure and sharply say "Oh, I think I'm going to come." I am burning with desire and can't wait to release myself.
Quickly he pulls me down off the bar, kissing me again. "Not yet," he says. I can feel his penis hard beneath his trousers. He puts some pressure on my shoulders, lost in my lust I kneel down before him. A moment later his rock hard penis is in his hand in front of my face. Grabbing the back of my head again he thrusts his cock into my mouth. I gag slightly as his cock chokes me, filling my mouth and beginning to enter my throat. I try and pull back but his strong hands held my head in place as he thrust his cock in and out of my warm, defenceless mouth.
Now it was his turn to moan in pleasure, "Oh, good girl!" He thrusts into my mouth again his shaft wet with my saliva. "You really do give great service!" He thrusts once more into my mouth, so far that his cock ends up deep in my throat, his balls dangling down to my chin. His moan of pleasure was combined with spasms from his cock. He was enjoying using me, quickly becoming more and more excited.
I whimper slightly as he fucks my mouth, imagining someone I know walking past and seeing me naked on my knees in my restaurant with some stranger's cock being given a thorough blow job. His hand was still holding my head in place but for some reason the helplessness of my situation was making me even wetter. He had no thought for me as he used my mouth to pleasure himself but my cunt was still aching from the attention it had received earlier. My juices were making my inner thighs wet and my fingers found themselves drawn to my swollen clitoris.
I played with myself without even thinking about it, my fingers putting pressure on my clitoris as I rubbed myself making myself even wetter. I moan even as my customers cock spasms inside my mouth. He moans again and I can feel that he is ready to come.
"Oh, you are very good at this," my customer says, breathing heavily. "I think you are going to get the opportunity to drink my cum!"
I allow my fingers to enter my wet pussy and they are instantly swallowed, my juices beginning to run slowly down my hand. He has reached the pinnacle of his pleasure and both hands pull my face towards him as he enters me for the last time, coming hard into my mouth.
His cum enters my mouth with a huge amount of force and as I taste the saltiness of his semen he lets his head fall back, a huge smile playing on his lips. "Oh, yes, that was fantastic." His hands do not release my head until I swallow his cum down, all the while I continue to play with my hot pussy.
The man steps away from me, watching me rub my clitoris even while two fingers are pulling in and out of my cunt.
"Well, this is great", he says with a laugh, "You are even going to service yourself."
I feel humiliated as he zips himself up and straightening his belt but I am dying to cum and my body won't allow me to stop the sweet caressing. My naked breasts bounce slightly against my chest as my hips grind my fingers deeper and deeper into my pussy. All the while I am on my knees before the customer, teetering on the edge of an orgasm as I touch myself.
He reaches into his pocket and draws out his wallet. He leafs through it carelessly, his eyes not leaving the show playing out before him. I suddenly feel my nipples contract and with a moan that is almost a scream I cum, hard. My fingers are still inside my pussy as it contracts and ripples. For a moment, I am in ecstasy.
I instantly feel drained as I come to my senses again and realise my situation. I look over to the large windows facing onto the street. A middle age man has stopped by the right end of the windows and has just watch me masturbate on my knees.
My attention is drawn back to my customer as he pulls a wad of bills from his wallet and throws them down onto the nearest table.
"I think you'll find a nice, healthy tip for yourself in there," he says winking at me.
With that he picks up his coat, turns on his heels and walks out, leaving me alone, naked and suddenly feeling terribly cheap.
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| Disobedient Wife
My name, for the purposes of this story, is Debbie and at the time this took place I was 23 and Bill and I had been married for just on two years. We had always enjoyed a passionate but exclusive sex life and really enjoyed each other’s company. One thing that set us apart from other married couples we know is that Bill is old fashioned in his beliefs about marriage.
He insists that a wife should obey her husband in all things and I am happy to go along with that because, well, frankly, I quite enjoy having someone else make all the decisions so that I don’t have to take responsibility for what happens. I know this doesn’t fit in with modern views on marriage but my sister and I were raised by a disciplinarian father who always told us how to behave and had no hesitation in giving us a good spanking if we disobeyed (but never anything sexual – I don’t want to give the wrong idea) and so it was quite pleasant for me to find a husband who fit the same mould.
Anyway, during the first two years of the marriage, if I displeased him, Bill would discipline me with a little spanking. It was never vicious and became a kind of ritual, usually followed by fast and furious love making. On this particular day, however, Bill took the discipline to a whole new level.
I had been out with some girlfriends from work celebrating a birthday and Bill had told me to be home by midnight. Now normally I would obey his instructions but on this particular night I had a few drinks, lost track of time and did not get home until around 2.00am. Bill, of course, was waiting up for me and I expected that he would be furious but he simply said, in a calm voice, “Go to bed, sober up and I will think of a suitable punishment tomorrow.” I wasn’t too concerned, I expected that I would have to undergo the usual spanking ritual and all would be OK. I could not have been more wrong!
The next morning over breakfast Bill announced that my punishment would have to wait until the following Friday night. I was puzzled as to why he would want to wait but didn’t think too much about it until the Friday night came and Bill arrived with another man, whom he simply introduced as Fred, a work colleague, both carrying in what looked like a piece of furniture covered in a cloth.
“What’s that?” I asked. “Just a piece of furniture which will help you remember your duties as a wife” he replied as they set it down in the dining room. Now I was puzzled so I looked at him quizzically but he volunteered nothing I went over and pulled off the covering. At first I was even more puzzled – didn’t look like any piece of furniture I had ever seen. It was basically a vertical, T-shaped board with one large and two smaller velvet lined holes cut into it at about waist height and some kind of locking device. Then realization hit! It was a mediaeval “stock” like those they used to punish offenders hundreds of years ago.
“What kind of joke is this?” I yelled, as Bill unlocked the fastening and opened the top board, “There is no way you are getting me in those!”.
Then, so quickly I hardly had time to think, Fred grabbed my wrists from behind and pushed me towards the stocks while Bill grabbed my head and together they forced my head and hands into the cutouts and locked the bar in place. I am quite tall, lean and fairly strong for a woman but it happened so fast I had no time to resist two strong men. “Get me the fuck out of here” I screamed, more angry than I can remember being before. Not only was I a little afraid because this was totally out of character for Bill but because it happened in front of a strange man and now I was completely helpless, bent over at the waist, my head and arms trapped and, I could tell from the cool air on my nipples, my T-shirt was hanging down allowing anyone behind me to get a good view of my breasts. If I had known what was coming that would have been the least of my worries.
“Now Debbie, you are going to learn that you can’t ignore my instructions with impunity and it is obvious that the usual punishment has ceased to be effective” (he was right of course, but I didn’t think he realized it). “Fred is going to stay and witness the punishment so that any time you see him at a work function or on the street you will remember how you felt and will not transgress again. Understand?”
I was still expecting no more than a few hard slaps on the rear end so I subdued my anger and meekly replied “Yes Bill, I promise not to disobey you again”.
“Oh I’m not sure you mean that” he responded “But I guarantee that you will mean it by the time I am finished” and he proceeded to remove his belt. Still part of the game, I reassured myself and if he means to use the belt my jeans will stop it hurting too much. Then he went behind me, held my ankles and told Fred to take my jeans down. Now I was getting angry again – how dare he ask another man to undress me! Bill was the only man who had ever seen me naked and now a complete stranger would see me in only a thong. “Bill, what are you doing?” I pleaded. “A little humiliation is part of the punishment” he whispered harshly.
Fred undid my belt and zipper and slowly (I could tell he was enjoying the anticipation) slid my jeans down to my ankles at which point Bill deftly removed them. For the first time Fred spoke “Thong doesn’t cover much does it!” he leered as he took a seat directly behind me.
“OK Bill that’s …” that’s all I got out before I gasped as Bill hit me across the backside with his belt really hard and it stung like hell! “”Fuck!” I screamed “That really hurt. Stop this now!” There was a pause and so I asked “If we are going to do this S&M thing, shouldn’t we have a safe word or something so that you will know when to stop?” Bill replied, again in a menacing whisper “Well that would be stopping at your pleasure. This is all about my pleasure and I’ll stop when I am ready,” at which point he delivered another almighty whack with the belt. Now my arse was burning and I could actually feel the welts raising on my lilywhite skin. During the pause I could Fred breathing heavily behind me and suddenly I was even more shocked to realize that, in spite of my anger and fear, I was getting wet between the legs as well as crying freely.
The third stripe with the belt stung even on my now sensitive skin and my arse was burning fiercely but all I could do was scream “Fuck, that really hurts you bastard!” through my tears and after a fourth whack, I heard Fred say “Shit Bill, her pants are getting soaked and I don’t think it’s sweat!” I am ashamed to admit that he was right – not only was my arse burning but my cunt was as well.
“You’d better take them off then Fred. We don’t want them ruined.” And he and Fred then removed my soaked thong. Believe it or not, embarrassed as I was at having my crotch fully exposed to my husband and another man, I had to resist the urge to bend my knees to give them a better look and, in spite of myself, I was aching for someone to touch my cunt but I was not going to give them the satisfaction.
Now I was really struggling with myself. Being held absolutely helpless in the stocks, unable to move my arms or head and unable to see anything behind me but knowing that my husband and a stranger were staring at my cunt and discussing it as though I were a piece of meat, I was humiliated and furious. At the same time, my body was betraying me and I wanted them to touch me. After a few minutes, almost as though he could read my mind, I heard Bill say “She also tastes really good Fred, taste her if you like!”
Now in spite of the fact that I was almost dripping with perspiration and cunt juices, this was too much and I yelled “Don’t you dare!” Immediately I received another stinging slash across my already burning arse which caused me to scream as bill yelled “Don’t you tell me what I can or cannot do – not while you’re showing your dripping cunt to another man!” and, with that, Bill and Fred each pulled an ankle to the side so that my legs were spread wide and I screamed again, but this time with pleasure, as I felt a tongue lap at my cunt from the clit to my arsehole. Someone was squatting between my legs so I couldn’t close them and, to be honest, I’m not sure I could have anyway at that point.
It soon became obvious that it was Fred licking my cunt, as Bill came around in front of me with his cock sticking out, stiffer and more swollen than I had ever seen it. “By this time I was almost involuntarily pushing my cunt back into Fred’s face so that his nose was in my vagina and I could not help groaning. Then Bill instructed Fred “Don’t let her come – this is supposed to be her punishment!” and the tongue and nose retreated, except for one quick thrust of his tongue into my arsehole – which almost made me come anyway.”
“Just in case you were close to coming” was accompanied by another stinging slash which, this time, also caught my cuntlips, and then Bill said “OK Debbie, I’m going to give you a choice. Three more slashes with the belt or you can suck my cock.”
Believe me – no real decision to make at this point! To say that I sucked Bill’s cock would be to give the wrong impression. I licked the pre-cum which was by that time dripping from his cock and then he fucked my throat! He shoved his cock all the way into my mouth and into my throat and that made me gag but rather than remove it, he held it there until I stopped gagging and then he very slowly withdrew, made me lick the tip for a while and then slowly shoved it all the way in again. It took three times before I stopped gagging and then it wasn’t so bad. Fred was so quiet I had almost forgotten he was watching until Bill told him to fuck me “And she is here for our pleasure so use any hole you want” he added.
Now I was just a piece of meat with a cock in my throat and one in my cunt and unable to move, but at that stage I didn’t care, I just needed to come. With a mouth full of cock, all I could do was gurgle as Fred thrust what felt like a huge pole into my sensitive cunt and Bill exploded, gushing what seemed like a gallon of cum straight down my throat. I though I would suffocate because I could not pull my head back but I managed it, although some of leaked and ran down my chin.
Bill then nonchalantly wiped his still dripping cock on my face while Fred thrusted his cock so hard I was sure to be bruised internally. Fred then pulled out and I wondered why until he said “Are you sure it’s OK?” “Sure” said Bill “but I have only fucked her arse a couple of times so don’t damage her” and with that, Fred placed the head of his cock against my arsehole and began pushing. My arse was really burning and I really didn’t want this but it was useless to protest at this point, so, by tightening and releasing my sphincter, I helped him ease what must have a good 10 inches of rock hard cock into my rectum and then, as he pumped in and out, he played with my clit and that was too much – I came like a train, shrieking and pumping his cock with my arsehole so that he spurted a gallon of his cum into the other end of my digestive tract. “I told you not to let her come!” remonstrated my husband but anyway, let’s have a beer.
I thought it was now over and they would now let me go to my room to hide my humiliation at having two men pump their cum into me while I was helpless but, instead, they left me, hand and head immobilized, arse and cunt fully exposed whilst they sat the table behind me drinking beer and casually commenting on the amount of cum dripping from my arsehole and running down my cunt. They couldn’t see the tears of humiliation running down my face – humiliation at their actions and at my own animal reaction.
But the embarrassment wasn’t over yet. “Please let me go” I pleaded after a while “I am cramping up and I really need to pee.” “Do you really need to pee that badly?” asked Bill, unnecessarily because he knows I need to pee after sex and he has always respected my desire for privacy while I do it. This time however, he simply spread newspapers on the floor between my legs and said “OK, you can pee now”.
“You know I can’t pee with anyone watching I argued” which got a chuckle from both men and Bill said “Well, it’s up to you”. Now I was in agony, not only from a stinging arse and sore arsehole but also from a full bladder, but I managed to hold it while Bill and Fred drank beer, watched my cum slimed cunt and talked about football.
After about 10 minutes more of my pleading, Fred said he had to leave and Bill said to me “come on give us a show now, and slapped my arse with his bare hand. This was such a shock that I lost all control and my pee spurted down between my legs and out the back in a never ending stream, while Fred said “Now that’s a show!” This was the final humiliation, having my husband and a stranger watch me perform what what I had always considered a very private act but, in the midst of all this, I found myself getting hot again and when Fred left I was almost disappointed.
Then Bill came up behind me and fucked me again before finally releasing me. He then asked me had I learned my lesson because if it happened again I would receive the same punishment but this time with a different man from his work . “Definitely” I assured him – well at least until my arse stops hurting, I thought!
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| wet wet wet
perhaps you'd enjoy this wet experience...
It is the afternoon on a warm late summer day, and you hear a knock on the door. You're expecting me, but we haven't met before. You open the door, "Hey there- come in" You lead me into the lounge room.
"Would you like a drink?" "Sure," I reply,"If your having one" We settle into small talk and find out a bit more about each other. After a while you begin to squirm a little in your seat. At first I ignore it, but as it continues and gets more obvious I feel a warming in my crotch. "Are you ok?" I ask, "You seem a little uncomfortable."
"No, it's ok- i had a couple of drinks before you came and ...well..I guess I'm a bit full.."
I take the hint and slide onto the couch next to you and go in to kiss you. As our tongues caress and get to know each other I reach down to just above your waistline and apply gentle pressure. You squirm and have a sharp intake of breath. "Careful!" you breathe.
"Sorry...should we go to your room?" I ask.
"hmmmm....probably better" you murmer.
You take my hand and lead me down the hall to your room, wiggling your hips with mild urgency.
The curtains are drawn and the room is in low light, but I notice you have towels spread out on the bed.
You lead me over to the bed and we kiss standing up. Both of our breathing is getting deeper and faster. You reach down and feel my member growing and moving in my pants. You squeeze and i moan slightly. You unbutton my fly and drag my cock out. you lightly run your fingers up and down the shaft as I continue kissing you, moving down your neck behind your ear breathing heavily. My tongue drags across your neck and throat as I cup your breast in my hand, feeling out your nipple and squeezing it as it becomes erect. I slide my hand under your t-shirt and circle my fingers around your breast, lightly tickling the side of your breast close to your armpit and then spiralling under and then in towards your nipple- rubbing and then lightly pinching it- pulling it out to me and then laying my palm hard againgst your breast as you squeeze my cock hard. You raise my t-shirt and pinch my pierced nipple which makes me gasp. you lower your head and take it in your mouth, licking and biting it. You drop down slowly, your tongue trailing down my stomach to my cock- licking along the length of it and taking it in your mouth while i groan in pleasure. I lift your face back up to mine and kiss you again, tasting my own musty scent. I turn you around and lay you down on the bed, peeling off your pants and panties as you arch your back. Yor take off your tshirt as i step out of my jeans and I kneel down next to the bed moving your knees apart so that I can see how wet your pussy has become. The warm, heady smell envelops me as i spread your lips with my fingers and flick the tip of my tongue on the top of your clit and then press down my whole tongue over it. My tongue moves from your clit down to your hole, licking and sucking your lips and swirling down to your ass and i spread your cheeks as i slide it deep into your asshole "Oh..." you moan, and as I flick back over your clit and then delve my tongue back into your wet warm hole and swirl it firmly around, you pull my head back and cheekily say- "Careful- you're likely to make me cum if you keep that up...you're in danger of getting rather wet." "Oh god yes!" I say as I dive my head back between your thighs and firmly lick across the top of your pussy as my finger begins to gently probe the top of the opening that seems to dilate as my finger moves around. I probe deeper and press up towards yor g.spot as i gently press down with my other hand just above your pubic bone. This makes you squirm and you gasp "oh, hang on, i wont be able to hold on if you do that" "Don't then" i reply as i continue to increase the pressure in a pulsing motion. You arch your back, squirming and moaning....
"Oh, fuck!" you exclaim as you let go of a long jet of hot liquid. I take my fingers out and hold your thighs apart as i bring my face close to drink your warm juices...
"mmmmm....god that's good" i gasp between gulps as you writhe and catch your breath.........
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| Women's Prison Farm Seven - BDSM & Fetish Stories - Fantasy
After the dinner party, Brenda was rewarded with a night in the hospital, to allow her to bathe and rest. The petite guard removed her dildo harness and, smiling knowingly, licked Brenda's pussy before giving her a slow and extremely pleasurable fistfucking.
"I knew you'd enjoy that" she laughed afterwards. "Now, roll over." Brenda did so and the guard slipped her fingers inside her arsehole. Brenda closed her eyes and relaxed as the fingers massaged her rectum. Then she felt something else, something cool and rubbery.
"It's nothing new, not to you" said the guard, slowly inserting a rubber corkscrew into Brenda's body. "You'll appreciate it later. So no cheating and trying to remove it."
Brenda spent the whole next day in the hospital. She lay in bed, stretched out in an armchair, ate fresh fruit and fancy cheeses, drank champagne and smoked a few joints. She fantasised about the cocks she had sucked and what else they could do to her. She stroked her clitoris and fingered her pussy, she had one of the younger prisoners lick her pussy in the bathroom before bending the girl over the toilet and fistfucking her. She dozed off in a chair dreaming about cocks and was awoken in the evening by the black guard and the tall guard.
"Come on, special orders for you, Pictures." They made her bend over with her legs spread and ensured the corkscrew was in as deep as possible. Then they looped a rope tightly around her waist, drew it between her legs and up between her buttocks and tied it tight. Brenda could feel it pulled tight against her clitoris and deep in between her labia. They locked a collar around her neck, cuffs on her wrists and ankles and hung small weights from her nipple rings. Rope was wound about her chest, two lengths above her breasts, two below, that squeezed her breasts and made them stand out. A ballgag was strapped around her head and her hands were pulled behind her, her wrists padlocked toghether and then her elbows pulled together and tied with rope. Finally, they put high heeled stilettoes on her feet.
"Looking good, Pictures!" They marched her from the hospital to a building beyond the administration block and into a windowless room, bare, save for a metal pole attached to the ceiling. They stood her against it and padlocked the end of the pole to the back of her collar. Then the pole was adjusted, upwards until it pulled the collar against her throat and her feet felt wobbly in the stillettoes. Her ankles cuffs were padlocked together. A black hood was pulled down over her head and secured around her throat. Then they turned off the light and departed, leaving Brenda teetering in pitch blackness.
She had no idea how long she waited, but it seemed like a very, very long time. Eventually she heard the door open. She heard soft footsteps and felt the warm presence of someone in the room, standing close to her. She felt the sweat trickling down her back and her chest, she felt that nervous excitement in her anus. Her skin was still hot and tender from the previous night's whipping, her pussy was throbbing with sexual excitement, she was rubbing herself against the rope running tight between her labia and buttocks.
Brenda felt the tip of a leather crop stroking her swollen vulva. It ran slowly down the inside of each of her thighs, caressed her vulva again, then trickled up her belly to her swollen breasts. The crop gently stroked her breasts and nipples, back and forth, flicked the weights hanging from her nipple rings, then slid up her chest and under the hood.
She breathed fast and shallow. She felt excited, nervous, horny as all fucking hell. Her anus puckered up tight and horny around the fat rubber corkscrew deep inside her arsehole. The leather crop slid up her neck, over the collar, tickled her ear, then slid around her jaw to her chin. It pushed up across the gag and stroked her nose and forehead before sliding back down her face, down across her breasts - then away. Brenda caught her breath.
Slap, slap! The crop caught her nipples, one, then the other. A hand pulled her hood tight around her neck, then whipped it off. The warden stood before her, smiling wickedly, naked but for a loincloth. She stood on strong legs, her muscular arms by her sides, her large breasts crowned with nipples big and hard. She was obviously very excited.
"Hello Pictures. I've been looking forward to this for quite a while. I've heard some stories about you - good stories, I must say. Yes, the guards and the prisoners keep me up to date with all the details - and the video of your night with the guards is really something! We'll make a bit of money out of that one! Indeed! But tonight is my time and I have a surprise in store for you. Steady on those stilletoe heels?"
The warden adjusted the pole upward until Brenda was teetering on her stilletoes. She removed the weights from the nipple rings, then took a step back, raised her arm and began swatting Brenda's nipples with the leather crop. Her breasts were swollen from the pressure of the ropes , her nipples were already hard and horny with excitement and the weights swinging from them,yet the swats of the crop made them stand up even harder. And as the warden whipped them ever harder, she felt ever more horny.
She swang from side to side, her feet slipped on the floor and she slipped over on her heels. The collar pulled tight against her throat until she found her footing again, but not before her nipples spurted. She felt her pussy juice leaking past the rope between her crotch and trickling down her thighs.
"You really are enjoying this, aren't you Pictures?" laughed the warden. She flicked the crop against Brenda's vulva a few times and laughed again. "You are one horny little slut. So am I, and as much as I would like to toy with you as you are, I want to have you in my own special way." She stepped forward and put her hands behind Brenda's neck and unlocked the padlock. Brenda collapsed into the warden's strong arms and was half carried, half dragged out of the room, into an adjoining bedroom.
The warden was a surprisingly strong woman. She threw Brenda onto the bed, a wide long bed with iron-wrought head and foot stands. She unlocked the padlock that Brenda's wrists behind her back and relocked it in front, then looped a chain through her wrists and secured it to the centre upright on the bedhead. Brenda lay on her back, her arms above her head and looked at the warden. She gazed down at her with an expression of brutally pure lust.
Brenda was extremely conscious of the fat rubber dildo corkscrewed into her arsehole. She lay back and squirmed unconsciously in anticipation of some kind of unimaginable sexual debauchery. The warden leered and laughed, and unlocked her ankle cuffs. She grabbed a metal spreader bar with loops at each end and locked Brenda's ankle cuffs on them, spreading her legs wide.
"Now the real fun starts." The warden held up a long wicked knife. She ran the sharp edge of the blade up the inside of Brenda's thigh and tickled her hot, swollen pussy lips. Brenda broke out in a hot sweat, scared but excited - somehow, she felt safe. The knife slipped under the rope just above her pussy and, with one swift stroke, cut it. The warden whipped the rope out from around Brenda's waist and crotch.
"Had you there, didn't I? You shouldn't worry - you're too valuable to hurt. Badly. Mmm, you do have a gorgeous little pussy. I haven't really seen it since I explored your body cavities." The warden picked up the crop and flicked it over Brenda's pussy a few times. Brenda's hips heaved in response and she moaned with deep, sexual pleasure behind her gag. She could feel her pussy gaping wide open and her juices streaming down her thighs, a scorching horny heat was throbbing through her body and she wanted something, anything to take the edge off her near-unbearable sexual desperation. The warden could see it.
"Ah, look at you. You make me so horny," and she dived face first into Brenda's pussy and sucked and slurped and bit and pulled and shoved her fingers into Brenda's cunt, then sat up, her face dripping.
"Now for my surprise," she said, undoing her loincloth. "Wonder why they call those dildoes the Warden's Special?" and she pulled it off and revealled an especially thick long cock. It had a fat, round head and two enormous balls swung in a long scrotum. It seemed the size of the dildoes she'd been fucked with, but hot, alive and trobbing
"A freak like me coulda lived a miserable life" she said, stroking her cock into an erection. "Lucky I found a calling in life. I can love you like a woman. I can fuck you like a man." She lifted the spreader bar, up and back so Brendas pussy was wide open and exposed. She shoved her huge cock deep into Brenda, who screamed out in ecstacy behind her gag. The warden smiled and began to pump her with strong, solid thrusts. Brenda had a searing orgasm almost immediately. Every orgasm of her prison time only added up to foreplay for the moment when her desperate desire for a hard fuck was finally satisfied.
The warden reached up, grabbed a chain and clipped it onto the spreader bar. With both hands free, she reached forward, pinched Brenda's nipples in her strong fingers and pulled them up hard. She pumped her cock in even harder.
"Come on, Pictures. Let's see what you're made of" and she slammed her huge cock into Brenda's hot pussy. Brenda threw her head back and let loose with a deep guttural roar, a howl of primal sexuality. Her nipples squirted and she let the warden pound her enormous cock into her cunt, she craved it, she wanted it more and more.
She thrust her hips up toward the warden, pushed her hips against the repeated hard thrusts, felt the hot, throbbing cock massaging her G-spot and screamed out another howling orgasm. Time and sensibility dissolved, she only wanted to give herself, her body, her will, her spirit, over to the warden.
The warden released Brenda's nipples and grabbed her ankles, the better to brace herself, and the intensity and power of her thrusts increased. Brenda moaned, screamed, roared, she braced her cuffed hands against the bedhead so she could push hard into the thrusts. The warden shoved her cock deep, deep into Brenda's cunt and held it in there. Brenda pushed her hips against it, squirming and moaning, pleading wordlessly. She felt her entire body impaled on the huge cock, and she almost cried with disappointment when the warden slowly withdrew it.
"Oh, please, please," she murmured.
"No need to plead, Pictures, I haven't finished with you yet" and the warden unclipped the chain from the spreader bar and flipped Brenda over onto her stomach. Instantly, Brenda raised herself on her knees. "Please spank me," she breathed, and the warden responded with several hard whacks across her buttocks, her legs and her gaping, dripping cunt. Brenda felt the heat inflame her crotch and tensed with nervous, keen anticipation when she felt the buttplug being withdrawn.
"Your arse is even cuter than your cunt" said the warden, thrusting two fingers inside and stretching and massaging her sphincter. She grabbed Brenda's head with her other hand and twisted it around.
"Now, look at this" she ordered and showed Brenda a leather strap around her scrotum. The warden's enormous balls were squeezed out below it and the leather strap was as thick as a hard cock. The warden rubbed her balls against the wet cunt
"Mmm, feels good, doesn't it, you little slut." She pushed her balls into Brenda's cunt and started fucking her with them. The enormous testicles massaged Brenda's cunt, making her cry out again even as she felt the hardness of the head of the cock pressing against her stretched sphincter.
"Fuck me, please fuck me hard!" she said, and the warden slid her cock into Brenda's arsehole in one long, smooth motion. Brenda threw her head back and screamed and groaned as she felt the flaming heat fill her body. She squirmed and wriggled, she was flooded with deep, primal feelings of lust and submission and desire, and still the warden pushed deeper and deeper into her arsehole, while her balls continued to massage deep inside Brenda's cunt.
Brenda shrieked out another orgasm that exploded out of her arse and her cunt, and the warden began thumping into her body again, harder and stronger than ever. Again Brenda screamed, pushed beyond all rationality, into a world of pain and pleasure and fevered lust. The warden's fingers dug into her buttocks, squeezing and stretching them, she pounded Brenda's arsehole with an uncontrollable fever of brutal desire.
Brenda felt the warden's cock growing larger and harder inside her rectum as it repeatedly slammed into her, wanted it deeper and harder, wanted more of the slapping and pinching the warden delivered to her, slapping her arse and back and squeezing and pinching her nipples. The warden slid her hands around Brenda's neck, laced her fingers together and squeezed.
Brenda's vision blurred and dissolved, she felt like nothing more than an arse and a cunt that existed only to serve. As the warden's cock swelled and spurted deep into her body, she came again, an orgasm that felt like the end of the world. The warden continued ramming into her until she was drained, then she dropped her large sweaty body onto her prisoner.
"Now, that was mutually enjoyable, wasn't it Pictures?" Brenda couldn't reply, but felt warm and wanted and needed, nestled beneath the warden. When she removed the cuffs and lay down to sleep, she pulled Brenda toward her and smiled knowingly as she felt her melt into her, meek and submissive and under her control.
The next morning, Brenda was awakened by the warden squeezing, pinching her nipple, she wanted to turn and kiss her, taste her. The warden held her tight, then lay her over on her stomach and lifted her hips. Her hand dug into Brenda's cunt, stretching and probing, she eased her unstrapped balls in, then her cock. She held it in while it grew to its full erection, then started fucking, savage and hard.
Brenda cried out, lost between pain and pleasure, feeling the balls massaging her G-spot, the cock pounding her tender, sore cunt. The warden pulled her upright, grabbed her nipples and pinched them violently, bit into her neck and shoulders and finally came with a brutal thrust that left Brenda in tears.
"Nothing like a sharp little quickie in the morning, is there?" laughed the warden. She pushed Brenda off the bed, to sprawl on the floor. "Time for you to get back to work."
"Please" whimpered Brenda, "I don't want to disappoint you." The warden paused and smiled.
"Kneel up then. Hands behind your back." Brenda did so and looked up at the warden standing before her. The warden held out her huge cock and a thick stream of urine spurted out onto Brenda's face, splashing over her chest and streaming down her body. Brenda knew what was required - she opened her mouth and let the hot, salty liquid pour down her throat, gagging on the taste, but glad to be of service to the woman to whom she granted control of her life, her body, her spirit and her will.
This is the final complete chapter of WPF. Thanx to those who conveyed their appreciation of this tale.
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| Womens Prison Farm - Five - BDSM & Fetish Stories - Fantasy
In the messhall, just a few nights later, a guard ordered Brenda to stand up. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, a leather collar buckled snugly around her neck and a chain attached to her nipple rings. The guard grabbed the chain and walked off, dragging Brenda behind her, and out of the crowded messhall into the dark night.
She led Brenda across the compound, out through the double gates and over toward the guards' quarters. There was a separate building for the four head guards, and she led Brenda into this building and into a room where the occupants were sitting around a table, drinking beer, smoking and playing cards.
One of them, the woman who had whipped Brenda in the field, rose from the table. "Thanks. We'll take her from here" she said, dismissing the younger guard. She grabbed Brenda's crotch and slid a finger into her cunt. "Feels like you're enjoying it already" she commented. She lifted Brenda off her heels by her crotch and hooked the chain on her nipple rings to another chain hanging from the ceiling. Brenda could not stand on her heels without her breasts being pulled toward the ceiling. Her nipples grew hard and she felt that familiar surge of excitement in her anus. The guard slapped her hard across her buttocks. "Don't mind hanging around while we finish our game, do you?"
Brenda hung around as the guards drank, smoked and continued to play cards. Every now and then, one of them would walk past Brenda on the way to the fridge or the toilet and give her a hard slap on the buttocks, thighs or pussy. Twice, her breasts were squeezed and once her clitoris was massaged for brief, exciting moment until, laughing, the other guards around the table told the fourth to "save some for later."
Eventually, the most overweight of the guards said "I reckon I could go a rimjob right about now." She stood up and walked over to Brenda, lifted her by her crotch and unhooked the chain on her breasts. Brenda's legs gave way beneath her and she slumped to the floor. The guard undid her trousers and pulled them off, then pushed Brenda onto the floor, on her back. She placed a foot either side of Brenda's shoulders, facing toward Brenda's feet, then squatted down over her face.
Brenda saw the guard's broad buttocks, saw the guard's hands grab her buttocks and spread them apart, glimpsed the pink rose of her anus as it descended, then tasted it against her lips. "Come on, get going" ordered the guard and Brenda's tongue began to lick and taste the soft flesh, the hot musky tang of the guard's anus. She felt hands grab her ankles and lift them, spreading her legs and the guard sitting on her face began to stroke Brenda's anus.
"That's it, stick it in, baby" said the guard as she stroked Brenda's anus. Brenda felt leather cuffs being buckled around her ankles and the feeling made her eroticism surge. She began to lick harder and attempt to penetrate the guard's anus. Only her shoulders and head were on the floor, and the cuffs on her wrists were unlocked, to be replaced by leather cuffs.
"Yeah, that feels good" said the overweight guard, and she suddenly stood up. Brenda's tongue reached out to try and tantalise her arsehole some more, and the other guards laughed. "We're only just getting started" said one of the guards, and Brenda saw that they were all naked, save for their boots and their belts, hung with whips and crops and truncheons. The tight leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles were each fitted with four steel D-rings. Her wrists were swiftly locked together in front and a chain, just long enough to allow her to walk slowly, was attached to her ankle cuffs.
"We're just getting started" said the tall, muscular guard who had whipped Brenda in the field, tugging on the chain fastened to her nipples, Brenda got to her feet and followed the guards out the door of their barracks and into the night. They led her across the guards' compound, to the obscene cheers and calls of the junior guards leaning out the windows and doors of their own barracks, and toward a small, wooden, barnlike building.
Inside the small barn were a variety of wooden frames, some cupboards against the walls and a hardpacked dirt floor with a scattering of straw. Brenda was led to a wooden frame in the middle of the barn some nine feet square, hung with chains at the top corners and a foot or so above the bottom corners. The muscular black guard let go of the chain on Brenda's nipples and grabbed her shoulders, turning her around to face the other three guards, standing square beneath the frame. The anticipation of her punishment at the hands of these women, the sexual tension of the last few hours, had Brenda's pussy dripping with excitement. She felt her pussy juice trickling down her legs as she watched a guard open one of the cupboards and remove a spherical object of thin tubular steel.
"This is just for fun, y'know, just 'cos it looks good" said the guard, a relatively petite woman when compared to the muscular black guard, the overweight white guard and the fourth guard, a lean, strong woman not unlike the Top Dog in her frame. She undid a clasp on the sphere and fitted half of it onto the back of Brendas collar, then attached the front half, clicking it onto the collar. The sphere was made of longitudinal tubes of steel, with a single reinforcing bar around in front of Brenda's nose, meeting at a central point atop her head and descending to a ring that was now fitted into the D-rings on her collar. In front of her mouth was a round ring, with clips attached.
"We can make good use of this, if we need to" said the petite guard of the ring while she attached a chain to a link on top of the head cage. She tugged on the chain, running through a pulley, and pulled Brenda to her full height, her heels barely touching the ground. The black guard and the lean guard approached her, removed the clasp from her wrists, stretched her arms out above and either side of her and cliped the chains to her wrist cuffs. They then pulled the other end of the chains through pulleys to stretch Brenda's arms out above her and secured the chains. The chain between her ankles was unlocked and her legs were pulled apart by the guards and secured to the chains on the frame. The guards pulled on the chains until Brenda found herself spreadeagled tight and hard between the chains on her wrists, ankle and neck, her weight supported on her toes, her wrists and, just a little, on her neck.
Brenda was acutely aware that, for the first time in the prison camp, she was completely at the mercy of the guards, utterly helpless and without any witnesses. Her nipples, carrying the weight of the chain, were swollen with erotic anticipation. Her clitoris was hard and her pussy continued to leak sexual fluids. The lean guard came up to her, saying, "We don't want this getting in the way" and removed the chain from her nipple rings.
The black guard unhitched her belt, removed her whip and flicked it in front of Brendas face. It was some two metres long, made of three thin strands of leather plaited together. She stood before Brenda, naked, strong and beautiful. She rubbed the handle of the whip against her own vagina and flicked it again, this time catching Brenda lightly across her hard, swollen left nipple. Brenda moaned loudly and panted in anticipation of something less teasing and more satisfying. The guard smiled and walked to one side and behind Brenda.
She heard the snap, the whistle through the air and felt the whip crack across the back of her shoulders. She cried out and writhed in her tight bondage. Crack! and the plaited leather lashed her again, slightly lower down her back. The guard kept up a slow steady rhythm across Brenda's back with the whip while the other three watched her with smiles. The overweight guard leered at Brenda, licking her lips and fingering her pussy. The other two guards lounged on chairs, enjoying the show.
The lashes moved slowly down Brenda's back and across her buttocks. They curled around each of her thighs and she felt the wind against her pussy as she bent her knees, spread her legs and pushed her hips back into the lash. The srike of the whip was hot and stinging and made her cry out. Each one raised the temperature of her eroticism and left her desperate for more.
The whip struck her across her thighs and her calves, then her buttocks again. Brenda felt the tip of the whip curl several times across her bottom to sting her on the soft, sensitive flesh around her pussy and her arsehole. She moaned with sexual pleasure and jerked against her bonds, against the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and the firmness of the collar around her neck.
The steady rhythm of the whipping paused. Brenda twisted around, wanting more. The guard walked slowly around to stand in front of her nad flicked the whip toward Brenda, catching her across the left breast on the very edge of the areola. Brenda cried out in shock and surprise, then moaned as she felt that familiar stinging heat in her breast, felt her nipple hardening with sexual desire.
The steady rhythm of the lash began again, across her chest and her breasts. Brenda moaned and cried out, her breath coming in large gulps and gasps. Her nipples thrust out, rock hard in their intensity, and her pussy leaked fluids that trickled down her legs. The whip struck her across her belly and around her flanks and crept closer to her tender, aching pussy.
The whip struck her once, twice, three times across her belly, lower and lower and she thrust her hips forward. Just as she craved it across her mound, however, it caught her across her thighs several times in quick succession. Brenda hung tingling on the edge of ecstacy.
"We haven't finished yet" sneered the black guard, and the overweight guard rushed forward, grabbed Brenda and sucked her left nipple, hard, with her lips, her teeth, her tongue. Her fingernails clawed Brenda's back and dug into her buttocks. She kneaded and squeezed and spread her buttocks then slid her hands up to Brenda's breasts and grabbed and squeezed them in her fists and suckled her nipple hard. Brenda shook and jerked and cried out under the intensity of the guard's sexuality. She felt as though her nipple was as sensitive as her clitoris and that she was on the verge of an orgasm.
Just as quickly, the guard switched her attentions to Brenda's other nipple. Her left nipple was swollen and tender, very sensitive and hard and erect. The guard pinched and pulled it while she suckled the right nipple, causing Brenda to moan and writhe under the almost-unbearable sexual tension. After sucking Brenda's right nipple to a swollen, quivering erection, her lips, toungue and teeth traced a path around her breast, across her armpit and along her arm, stretched taut within the frame. She left a trail of teeth marks down Brenda's flank, across her belly and pinched the puffy folds of her pussy, pulled them apart and blew on her clitoris. This made Brenda shake and cry out with such an orgasmic desperation, the guards laughed, and the overweight guard commented that they didn't want to get too carried away. She continued to pinch and pull Brenda's labia, though, while biting her thighs and hips.
The guard moved behind Brenda and grabbed her buttocks hard, pinching and squeezing and pulling them apart. Her lips fastened over Brenda's anus, and she sucked hard. Brenda moaned again and jerked her hips backward, panting loudly. The guard pushed three fingers into Brenda's pussy and massaged around the opening of her vagina. She stuck her tongue up Brenda's arsehole, shoving her face into the crevice between her buttocks as Brenda pushed back against her, grunting and humping her hips against the mouth that was tantalising her. She cried out as the guard bit her buttocks and continued as the teeth and lips traversed her back while the fingers massaged her vagina and a thumb pumped into her arsehole.
Brenda's skin was hot, tender and covered with love bites across the stripes left by the whip. She felt an enormous, erotic ache inside her body that craved release, yet was so perfectly fitting that she never wanted it to end. She felt the leather around her wrists, ankles and neck, stretching her body and holding her vulnerable to the women in the barn and she wanted them to take her vulnerability, to use it for their own and to take her with them, wherever they wanted to go and however they wanted to get there. She wanted to be pinched and squeezed and slapped and bitten and whipped and penetrated.
She opened her eyes. The overweight guard stood in front of her holding a long conical corskscrew. It was made of soft pink rubber, deeply grooved, twelve inches long with a small ball at the top, and two inches broad at the base.
"You'll like this" she said and squatted down in front of Brenda. Brenda felt the small ball slide into her anus and the corkscrew begin to turn inside her. As it did, her sphicnter was also slowly stretched, and Brenda moaned and moved again to the slow penetration of her arsehole. She bent her knees and thrust her hips toward the phallus as it filled her bowels.
"That's a tight fit" said the guard. "For now." As she stepped away, the tall, muscular guard came forward. She held up a thick, black dildo about seven inches long with a large, smooth pointed head.
"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out" ordered the guard, and pushed the dildo through the hole in the front of the head cage and into Brenda's mouth. Somehow, she managed to get a strap around the back of Brenda's head, and buckled it to the dildo and the base of the dildo to the attachments on the cage. Brenda could not move her head inside the cage. With the dildo filling her mouth, she felt incredibly helpless - and even more horny.
"I think this can be turned a little further" said the guard and twisted the corkscrew deeper into Brenda's arsehole. She groaned behind the dildo gag as she felt her arsehole being spread further. The guard picked up a black leather device from the table and stood in front of Brenda.
"This is our special strap on" she announced. "This is, of course, the belt. Here in front is what we call the Warden's Special" and she held up the dildo. It was as thick as the dido gag but at least twelve inches long. "On the inside, we've this knobbled piece to rub against our clitoris, and these two dildos for our cunt and arsehole. So, the faster and harder we fuck you, the more fun we have. A nice piece of design, don't you think?"
Brenda's nipples throbbed and her pussy and arsehole felt hot at the thought of what those dildos would do for her. She watched eagerly as the two guards who had been spectators until now prepared themselves. The petite guard fitted her feet into black patent leather platform boots. She then bent over the table and spread her legs while the muscular guard zipped the boots to above her knees, and stroked her pussy. She then buckled the belt of a strap-on around the petite guard's waist, then pulled the hanging strap between her legs and inserted the dildos into her pussy and arsehole. They were quite thick, if not as thick as the dildo meant for Brenda, and the guard took her time inserting them, fucking the petite guard for a few minutes while she moaned pleasurably, rotating her hips against them.
The muscular guard buckled up the strap-on and spanked the petite guard's buttocks. She then began attaching her own strap-on, with the assistance of the petite guard who, when finished, knelt down and gave the dildo a blow-job while the other guard beamed. They both then approached Brenda and each took a hold of one of Brenda's breast, squeezed them between their hands and sucked her nipples hard, harder and more intense than the overweight guard had. She moaned and cried out behind her gag, feeling on the verge of the long-awaited orgasm.
"Mmm, she lactates. Might put some in our morning coffee" said the petite guard. The two guards kissed each other passionately, then the petite one stepped behind Brenda, who trembled with the anticipation of the hard fucking she craved. The muscular guard pinched and twisted Brenda's hard, swollen nipples, while her comrade roughly massaged Brenda's clitoris. One dildo prodded her belly and the other rubbed between her buttocks, while she jerked her hips back and forth and tried to lift her cunt over the hard black phallus.
Hands slid away from her clitoris, back over her hips, across her buttocks, and she felt the corkscrew being removed from her arsehole. As the ball popped out, fingers slipped inside her stretched sphincter and lubed her. Then she felt the thick head of the dildo slide into her rectum and she groaned with pleasure and pushed her hips back to take it. The petite guard fucked her arse slowly with the head of the dildo, then pushed Brenda's hips forward.
Brenda watched the muscular guard bend at the knees and felt the dildo slide down over her belly, her vulva then rub against her cunt before the guard rammed it inside her. She screamed her pleasure this time and tried to take more of the dildo in her cunt but the guards were in control. They began to fuck her in rhythm, one dildo penetrating her cunt, then withdrawing before the other fucked her arsehole.
Brenda settled into their rhythm, her hips moving back and forth as the dildoes fucked her, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. For Brenda, it was sweet ecstacy to be fucked like this, bound and helpless, her flesh alive with heat and sensuality from the ministrations of the first two guards, her body crying out for satisfaction. This was her satisfaction, one she realised she had been craving since she arrived at the prison farm.
The petite guard squeezed and kneaded Brenda's buttocks, pulling them apart with each thrust up her arsehole. The muscular guard continued to pinch her nipples, pulling sharply on them each time she pumped the dildo into her cunt, causing another spasm of pleasure to shoot through Brenda's suspended, bound body. The guards were enjoying their work, using the fucking to maximise their own pleasure, as they ground themselves against the knobbed rubber inside the strap-on and felt the dildos inside themselves.
Behind them, Brenda saw the overweight guard watching her intently and fingering herself, bent over a chair as the black guard spanked her repeatedly with a leather paddle - herself, never taking her eyes off Brenda. Their obvious pleasure in her ordeal made the sensual heat surging through Brenda's body flood to every extremity, to her hands, her feet, her hard, swollen nipples and every inch of her bare, vulnerable flesh.
Th two guards fucking Brenda began to lose themselves in their own sexual passion and began fucking her with wild abandon, pounding into her cunt and her arsehole with their enormous dildoes and slapping, spanking and pinching her helpless body. Brenda bit down on the gag and roared, a deep, guttural roar of wanton ecstacy as an enormous orgasm built up within her. The pressure of her orgasm pushed her libido higher and higher, even as the dildoes lifted her body higher, the pressure built within her and within the two women shoving their dildoes deep into her body.
Brenda's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave and shot through her body with an electric surge of pure sexual energy. The two guards came in sympathy and the three women shook and screamed for several minutes as the enormous pent-up sensual pressure was released in wave after wave of ecstatic bliss.
After all their energy was drained, the guards leant against Brenda, recovering their breath. Eventually, the muscular guard stood up, pulled her dildo out of Brenda's cunt and then sucked each of Brenda's nipples, sucked them hard. Her nipples were already swollen and sensitive from the pinching, twisting and pulling they endured during the fuck, but this sudden contact shook her again with its passionate intensity. The petite guard then withdrew her dildo from Brenda's arsehole more slowly. She walked around to face Brenda and held up a metal rod toward her nipples.
"An extra-special something for you" she said, and pressed a button on the electric cattle prod. The charge shocked Brenda's nipple and she screamed, but whether from pain or pleasure she wasn't sure. The guard shocked her again, she screamed again - it was on the borderline, but definitely pleasurable.
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| Women's Prison Farm - Four - BDSM & Fetish Stories - Fantasy
4 - another whipping
Brenda took her chance within a few days, to be caught in the fields and stripped naked under the sun and punished in front of the prisoners and guards. She let a guard see her clumsily trying to slip potatoes down the front of her smock and was instantly hauled up and out of the field and marched over to the chief guard, lounging against the truck in the shade of the only trees to be seen.
She felt horny from the moment she was hauled out of the field, and she could feel her clitoris growing harder as the chief guard buckled a thick, wide leather collar around her neck and secured it with a padlock. The whistle blew and Brenda stood collared and leashed as the other prisoners approached her. One of the guards came before her with a knife and slashed her smock down the front and across the shoulders and it fell around her feet.
Another guard grabbed her left wrist and snapped a cuff on it, then snapped a cuff on her right wrist, chaining her hands in front; Brenda couldn't help stroking the soft flesh of her labia, and one of the guards laughed at her and cracked a whip lightly across her shoulders.
As the other prisoners gathered around, Brenda was tugged by her leash toward the truck and ordered to sit down facing it. Guards grabbed her ankles and quickly tied ropes around them. Brenda fell back as the guards pulled the free ends of the ankle ropes toward the truck. For a moment she lay on her back in the dust, and then the guards pulled her, feet first, over the hood of the truck as they tied her ankle ropes to the window posts.
Brenda hung upside down over the front of the truck, with her legs spread wide and her pussy exposed prominently, bent open over the leading edge of the truck's hood, Her hands rested in the dry yellow dirt of the road as she watched the tallest and most muscular of the guards, a strong black woman, approach her with a thick, black riding crop in her hand. The guard stood tall and stong against the morning sun and Brenda's nipples ached with desire for the hot welt of leather across her skin.
The guard struck her, hard and swift, on her left thigh just above her knee, and then on her right thigh. "I'm gonna take my time," she laughed at Brenda. "We've heard about you, and I know you're gonna love it."
The guard laid another hard whip across each of Brenda's thighs, putting her shoulder into the stroke. Brenda's pussy ached and as the crop whipped her legs she tried to push her crotch toward the hot sharpness of the hard, black leather. True to her word, the guard took her time, whipping the crop across the inside of one leg, then waiting for Brenda to slow down her moaning and squirming, then whipping the other leg, creeping agonisingly slowly toward her crotch.
"Well, look at you!" exclaimed the guard. "Your pussy's opening up already" she said loudly for the benefit of the crowd. The guards laughed and yelled obscenities. Brenda bent her knees and arched her back, pushing her pussy higher and spreading her legs. "You want it bad, don't you?" laughed the guard delivering another stinging hot lash to each of her thighs.
Brenda's bladder let go and a streaming arc of urine burst forth, splashing on her arms stretched above her head and, as the pressure eased, her face and chest. The hot liquid was oddly refreshing and made her feel even more of a wanton slut. Again, the guards laughed and made comments, as did some of the prisoners.
The crop struck her thighs again, and again, creeping slowly toward her moist pussy, aching for an orgasmic release. The sharp, hot strikes on her soft thighs raised her sexual temperature and her pussy leaked in response - Brenda felt the dampness of her pussy juices leaking and trickling down over her belly. The crop struck her upper thighs and she thrust her hips forward, desperate to feel the hard slash against the horny heat of her aching sexuality.
Smack! Crack! The crop whipped her thighs within millimetres of the soft flesh of her vulva. The pumping surge of sexuality was almost more than she could bear and she thrust her hips forward again, desperate to feel that hot slash, and it struck her once, twice, across the very tops of her thighs and then once, twice, again, on her labia. Unable to help herself, she screamed for more and felt the blessed heat of the crop slap hard upon the very centre of her clitoris, and she moaned and screamed and pumped her hips forward in an orgasmic frenzy amid the dust and heat of the road, her buttocks slapping against the truck and her cries disappearing into the empty space of the dry, hot fields.
The guard laid the crop across each of her breasts, and then the other prisoners were herded back to their labour in the fields. The ropes around Brenda's ankles were untied and she slumped back onto the dirt road. A guard grabbed the rope that tied her wrists and hauled her to her feet. Another guard reached inside the cab of the truck and retrieved a thick, knobbed length of polished wood on a solid, square base and stood it on the road. Brenda was hauled, willingly, toward it and the guard ordered her to kneel down over the fat, wooden dildo. Brenda did so and gratefully slipped her gaping pussy over the dildo.
Again, the guards laughed as they watched her eagerly take the dildo inside her. Brenda placed her hands on the ground and instinctively began to pump herself up and down upon the thick, hard wood. As she lost herself in the passion of the phallus pumping deep inside her cunt, the guards watched her and laughed and promised her that she would see them again, and very soon.
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| Women's Prison Farm - Three - BDSM & Fetish Stories - Fantasy
3 - a whipping in the field - a night with the Top Dog
Brenda soon found herself working in the hot dusty fields, bringing in the latest potato crop. The prisoners were roused at dawn, given breakfast in the trucks on the way to the fields where they worked until near dusk. They had a short break for lunch, and were fed again upon their return to the compund. The evenings were an orgy of sexual debauchery as the women sought relief in the only manner allowed to them.
A sharp blast on a whistle caught the attention of the women working in the potato field. One of the women had been caught trying to hide potatoes inside her prison smock. The other prisoners were ordered over to the truck where the guards would administer suitable punishment.
Brenda walked barefoot over the dry fields, the sweat trickling down between her breasts. The woman who had stolen the potatoes was standing with the guards in front of the truck. When the other prisoners were assembled and watching, the chief guard ordered her to remove her smock. She did so. She was of medium height, red haired and full of figure. The chief guard then handed her a dog collar and ordered the prisoner to strap it around her neck tightly. She did this while the guard held the end of the chain attached to the collar.
The chief guard ordered the prisoner to get down on her hands and knees and lick the guards' boots clean. Brenda watched the prisoner lick the chief guard's boots, her bottom high, her face down low, her breasts in the dust of the road, her tongue anxiously licking the leather boots. When she had finished licking one boot, the chief guard jerked on the chain and ordered the woman to her feet.
Two guards tied ropes around her wrists then pulled her toward the bonnet of the truck. One guard went to each side of the truck and pulled on the ropes, hauling the prisoner onto the truck until her hips were at the edge of the bonnet and her feet off the ground. The ropes were tied around the windowposts of the truck's doors. The guards then tied ropes around her ankles and to the ends of the bumper bar, spreading her legs wide apart.
Brenda tugged at her smock, causing the rough cloth to rub against her hard, erect nipples. She imagined the feeling of the prisoner's breasts, pressed against the hot steel of the truck, the feeling of her pussy being open and on display to the guards and the prisoners, the helplessness and the erotic tension of being tied to the truck, awaiting the hot lash to her buttocks. Brenda looked at the ropes securing the prisoner to the truck and the faces of the expectant audience and felt her own pussy growing hot and damp.
One of the guards unrolled a long leather strap. One end was shaped to fit a hand, the other end sectioned for greater noise and impact. Holding the strap in her left hand, the guard swung her right arm around, back and forth, limbering and loosening up. She then took a firm hold of the strap, took a few practice swings then stepped forward and swung her arm hard and high, laying the strap into the prisoner's buttocks with a loud crack. The bound and naked prisoner cried out and squirmed against her bonds while the other women jumped with surprise.
The guard began to strike the bound prisoner with a slow, steady rhythm, across her buttocks and thighs, while she squirmed and moaned and pleaded. Brenda watched her buttocks turning from white to pink to red and tugged at her smock in order to stimulate her nipples. She felt fingers stroking her inner thighs from behind and the Top Dog whispered in her ear:
"You're enjoying this show, aren't you?"
Brenda leaned back against the Top Dog and spread her legs to allow the fingers fondling her buttocks to explore further. She watched and loved the woman tied across the bonnet of the truck as the strap struck her buttocks again and again.
"You wish it was you up there, don't you?" whispered the Top Dog in her ear, as two fingers penetrated her vagina. "Wouldn't you love to be the one with her legs spread wide, her cunt on display and her bottom whipped red and hot?" The Top Dog continued to tease Brenda and, as the whipping ended, her fingers slipped out of her pussy, squeezed her buttocks, and she whispered in Brenda's ear "We'll finish this tonight..."
It was dark in the messhall, so late at night, and the Top Dog sat on the edge of a bench, her legs spread wide and her pussy open. Brenda knelt before her, with her hands tied behind her - she had kissed the Top Dog deeply on her mouth, licked her neck and her full breasts, sucked her nipples, kissed her stomach and now licked her labia, searching for her clitoris - while the Top Dog told her of her own erotic experiences in the prison farm. Her stories of hard sexual discipline made Brenda so horny that her pussy began to leak and she plunged her face eagerly into the strong woman's pussy and rubbed her tongue against a hard clitoris as big as the tip of her finger, even as the Top Dog grabbed her head, holding it against her pussy and clamping her legs against it.
She came hard, pumping her face against Brenda's desperate tongue, as she told the story of her first whipping. Brenda craved sexual heat, even as her tied hands wanted so much to plunge into her own pussy and squeeze her clitoris to a longed-for orgasm. The Top Dog lifted her to her feet and bent her over the table.
"I'm gonna show you something now, you hot little slut" she threatened as she thrust three, then four fingers into Brenda's aching pussy. She bent her knees, spread her legs and pushed back against the muscular arm pumping into her.
"Spank me" whispered Brenda.
"What's that? Louder!"
"Spank me" screamed Brenda. "Spank me, spank me hard and fuck me!"
The Top Dog spanked Brenda across her buttocks and hips and pumped her fist into Brenda's pussy and pushed her knuckles through the gaping vagina and began to fuck Brenda with her whole arm, pushing deep inside, making Brenda cry out and beg for more fucking, more spanking and she came with brutal intensity, shrieking out an hallucinatory orgasm that echoed across the long wooden mess hall.
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| Women's Prison Farm - One - BDSM & Fetish Stories - Fantasy
1 - Arrival - the warden
The back of the truck opened up and a guard called out to Brenda and the other two prisoners to hurry up and get out. The prison farm was a hot, dry place and Brenda noticed that the guards, all women and mostly tall and solidly built, all wore truncheons and whips on their belts.
The prisoners were ordered into a windowless, concrete building. Inside was a large shower and changeroom. The shackles were removed from their wrists and ankles and they were ordered to wash themselves. As they stripped, Brenda looked at the other women. One was a thin, pale girl and the other a large, swarthy woman with a vast thatch of thick, black pubic hair. Brenda was a fit, trim young woman with very short hair and numerous tattooes. Her hips defined a gorgeous curved bum and her smallish breasts had large and very sensitive nipples. She was naturally horny, loved fucking and, though she didn't like to admit to it, had an exhibitionisitic streak and a taste for rough and kinky B&D.
The showers were cold and made Brenda's nipples stand out. Three guards watched them, laughing and making jokes about their bodies and what awaited them at the prison farm. When they returned to the changeroom, their clothes were gone. They dried themselves off with thin, rough towels, then their hands were cuffed in front and the three naked women were marched outside and across to an administration block.
They were taken into an office and introduced to the warden, a tall, well-fed women. She carried a leather riding crop and punctuated her lecture on crime and punishment with flicks and swats on the women's breasts, buttocks and legs. The other two prisoners whimpered and sobbed, but Brenda felt hot and moist in her pussy.
"And now", she said, "it is my duty and my pleasure to perform a cavity search on each new inmate of this prison farm." She pointed to the thin, frightened girl and directed her to bend over the back of a chair with her legs either side. The warden stood behind her and began to work her finger into the girl's vagina.
"Nice and tight - you won't hide much in there" she commented. Brenda watched as the warden thrust two, then three fingers inside the girl, slowly pumping away. She then pushed her finger inside the girls anus.
"Very nice - you will find yourself on office duty in here for a short while, I think. Now, stand up." The warden held up her hand to the girl's face. "Now, lick my fingers clean, thank you." The girl hesitated but a hard swat across her thighs with the riding crop convinced her and she began to lick and suck the warden's fingers while the warden beamed with pleasure.
"Now you, hairy" said the warden to the large woman. She bent over the back of the chair and her large, pendulous breasts swayed beneath her. The warden slid one, then three fingers inside the woman's vagina.
"Plenty of room in here" she laughed. "I'll have to investigate further." The warden began to work her whole hand inside the woman's vagina, slowly pumping in and out. The woman moaned and cried out, but earned only a sharp rebuke and a few hard swats on her hanging breasts. Brenda felt herself growing more and more horny as she watched the warden fist-fuck the woman. Her hand was now completely inside the woman's vagina and she was pumping her with strong, hard strokes. Brenda's hands were cuffed together in front of her pussy and she began to fondle herself gently, almost unconcious of what she was doing, despite the presence of the guards in the room.
"Well, I'm satisfied there's nothing hidden in your cunt" said the warden, removing her hand. "What about your arsehole?" She immediately thrust two fingers into the woman's anus and gave her a few hard strokes on her breasts and nipples. Brenda could feel her own anus puckering with nervous excitement. It was hot in the room and sweat trickled down her back and between her buttocks.
When the warden was satisfied with finger-fucking the woman's anus, she ordered her to lick her fingers clean. She gave the woman several swats of the riding crop across her large breasts as she licked her fingers and hand, up past her wrist.
"Now you, pictures" said the warden, referring to the tattoos on Brenda's stomach and back. Brenda walked across to the chair, bent over the back of it, rested her head on her cuffed hands and spread her legs. "It seems someone is already prepared for their internal inspection" remarked the warden as her fingers stroked the damp folds of her labia. The warden's finger began to rub her clitoris and Brenda breathed louder and faster. She felt fingers slide inside her vagina and start to fuck her. She heard the warden ask a guard for her truncheon and a moment later felt its thick length penetrate her and begin to fuck her. She moaned and grunted and pushed against the truncheon, responding to its thrusts. Somewhere, in the distance it seemed, she could hear laughing and joking.
The warden's finger left her clitoris on the verge of orgasm, and Brenda felt it sliding into her anus, fucking her in rhythm with the truncheon. She lifted her head and arched her back, her eyes screwed shut while she concentrated on pumping her hips against the thick hardness fucking her cunt and the finger fucking her arsehole. She moaned louder and cried out as the orgasm exploded out of her pussy and shot through her body like an electric charge. Her legs went weak and she slumped over the chair.
"That was mutually satisfying" remarked the warden as she rubbed the slick, wet truncheon between Brenda's buttocks. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you again. Now, lift your head" and she gave her several sharp swats across her legs and buttocks. Brenda opened her eyes to see the truncheon held out before her. She opened her mouth and began to lick and suck it, tasting her own juices. The warden moved it in and out, fucking Brenda's mouth with the truncheon until it was clean. She then thrust her fingers into Brenda's mouth, and Brenda sucked them clean, too.
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| Mistress - BDSM & Fetish Stories - Fantasy
She sits there on her bar stool, fingers playing with her almost empty wine glass. Blood red nails sliding up and down the stem, the rim of the glass stained with her lipstick. She looks around the classy bar, eyes running over the bodies of the men who are gathered there.
As she goes to turn back to the bar, she spots the man she wants. He's walking through the door, pausing to let his eyes adjust to the low lighting. He too takes a moment to look around. As his gaze lands on her, she looks him straight in the eye, one eye brow rising, a small smile curving her lips.
He lets his gaze move over her body from a distance. He likes what he sees. He's forgotten where he is standing and is bumped from behind, breaking the spell. He murmurs an apology to the people behind him and moves deeper into the bar. He makes his way toward her, moving slowly so he doesn't show too much eagerness.
Seeing him being bumped from behind, she turns back to the bar, picks up her wine glass and drains the rest of the wine. She turns to her right, watching as he makes his way to the empty bar stool beside her. As he sits down he takes another long look at her body, running over her seductive curves. As his gaze runs down her legs, he notices that she's wearing knee high leather boots.
He realises what he's doing and quickly looks up, straight into her piercing blue eyes. She runs the pink tip of her tongue over her bottom lip, leaving a trail of moisture. "Buy a thirsty girl a drink," she asks in a husky voice. He motions to the bar tender, orders another glass of white wine for her and a bourbon on the rocks for himself. He needs a stiff drink, it'll suit the way his cock is at the moment.
"Let me introduce myself," she says, sticking out her right hand. "I'm Belle and you are?" He grasps her hand, shaking it slightly as he responds with his name. "Pleased to meet you," she purrs. He picks up his glass and takes a big swallow, choking slightly at taking more than he expected. He coughs as the bourbon burns down his throat, making his eyes water. She chuckles softly and pats him on the back.
"Don't go dying on me now, I've only just met you." She sips her drink as she watches him recover. Quite unexpectedly she drops her right hand down onto his thigh, feeling the muscles bunch under her fingers. Leaning close to his ear, she blows gently. "Come home with me, sugar. I'll make it worth your while." Her warm breath sends shivers down his spine, making his cock harden more in his pants. He looks at her, opens his mouth to respond. She moves forward quickly, pressing her lips against his. Her tongue snakes out and runs along his bottom lip.
Before he could return the favour, she leans back on her bar stool, serene smile planted on her face. Grabbing his glass, he swallows the rest of his drink, throws some money on the counter and grabs her hand. Pulling her to her feet, he heads toward the door of the bar, several heads turning to watch them making a hasty getting away, knowing smiles jumping to their faces.
Once outside he hails a taxi. A taxi screeches to a halt at the footpath. He opens the door, beckons for her to slide in, then follows behind her. Before he has a chance to give his address, she gives the driver hers. He looks at her with questioning eyes. She explains that her place in nearby and she'd feel more comfortable there. He grins and starts to lean in to kiss her but she stops him with a finger to his lips. A small frown furrows his brow.
She doesn't answer the unspoken question, just traces her finger around his lips, leaving a tingling trail in its wake. She moves closer to him, still running her finger over his lips, evading his mouth as he tries to suck her finger into his mouth. Slipping her other hand into his hair, she massages his nape. She can feel him relax even more, so she allows the tip of her finger to go into his mouth, gasping as it touches his tongue.
The taxi comes to a halt at her house. He hands over the fare, opens the door and climbs out with Belle close behind him. As they reach her door, she pulls out her keys, unlocks it and pulls him inside, slamming the door behind them. She takes him to the lounge room, switching a lamp on low. "I'll be back in a minute, changing into something a little more comfortable," she says.
As she walks out of the room and heads toward her room, he starts to slip off his shoes and jacket, placing them on an armchair. Not sure whether to get totally undressed or not, he decides just to strip naked and be ready for when she comes back.
She enters her room, unbuttoning her white blouse. Pulling it off, she unzips her skirt and grabs a few of her favourite items. She heads back down stairs and into the lounge room. She spies him sitting naked on the couch. She laughs softly and tells him that she's impressed. He looks up to find her standing half clothed. His cock hardens painfully as he looks at her wearing a black leather bustier, knee high black boots and black lace panties.
She walks slowly into the room, placing the items on a coffee table. She stands in front of him. He looks at her standing there, legs apart, hands on hips. She's rocking back and forth a little bit. As she rocks her can see the moisture that's pooled in her panties but on closer inspection, sees that it is on the inside of her thighs as well.
He stands up and moves toward her but she stops him with a hand on his bare chest. "I want to have a little fun with you tonight. You wont get hurt," she informs him. He raises his eyebrows questioningly at her but decides to play along.
She walks over the coffee table and picks up a set of handcuffs. She snaps first one on his wrist and then the other. After she's cuffed him she lightly rakes her red nails down his chest and belly, stopping at his cock. She grasps him lightly, but then tightens her grip. With him still in her hand, she turns toward the table again, picking up the whip he hadn't seen.
She walks toward the stairs, pulling him along by his cock. They climb upstairs, heading toward her large room. As he enters he sees her king size bed, lets out a sigh of relief and starts to head toward it. But is stopped when she tightens her grip even more, reminding him that she's in control. He looks at her, then notices a large hook in the wall and a rope hanging from him.
A cold sweat breaks out over his body. He's really worried no about what he's gotten himself in for. She leads him over to the hook, letting go of his cock. She tells him to raise his arms so she can attach him to the hook. He does what she says, hoping that she wont hurt him. She turns and walks away. While she's got her back turned, he takes a chance to look around the room.
He notices there's an armchair facing him about 2 metres away. And on the table beside it is a variety of sex toys. She turns back to him, picking up a feather tickler. As she comes back to him, she places a passionate kiss on his lips, pressing her body against his. Now he thinks this isn't half as bad as he thought.
As she continues to kiss him, she takes the feather tickler, running it up and down his thighs and across his belly. Tossing the tickler away, she kisses a trail across his chest, down his belly, stopping before she got to his cock. She drops down into a squat, his cock right in front of her face. She can almost hear him willing her to suck it, take it between her lips and make him cum.
But she doesn't. With one of her hands, she pushes his rigid cock to the side, placing a kiss on his ball sack. Rising to her full height, she moves to the armchair and sits down. As she sinks into the seat's cushions, she spreads her legs, her wet panties clinging to her pussy lips.
"Now if you're a good boy, you wont have to worry about getting hurt. This whip beside me is mainly for show, but I like to use it at times," she informs him. She moves forward a little so she's closer to the edge of the seat. Leaning back, she lifts up her left leg, placing it over the arm of the chair. Reaching down, she starts to run her fingers up and down the wet lace.
He can see her pussy lips slowly open under the lace. She slips the fabric to one side, giving him the perfect view of her sex. She continues to run her fingers up and down her pussy, but this time running them around the edge of her lips, not touching her swollen clit. He looks up to her face and sees her staring at him. She can read his mind, read that he wants to be the one pleasuring her.
Belle slips her fingers down low on her pussy, moving them in a circle around her entrance before pushing two fingers in as far as she can. Her eyes close and a moan escapes her lips. She pulls them back out and then slides them back in again, deeper this time. Without opening her eyes, she reaches over to the coffee table and grabs a vibrator from it. A small smile comes to her lips as she thinks of how good it is to tease this man, knowing he wants to pleasure her but cant because he's restrained.
Turning on the vibrator, she runs it over her clit, gasping at the sensations shooting through her. She works it around in a circle as she moves it lower and lower until she slides it into her. Raising her hips off the chair, she takes it deeper. He watches on in fascination, his cock twitching, his mouth watering, wanting to taste her. As he watches, she pulls the vibrator from her pussy, drops it onto the table and stands up, making her way to him. She releases him from the hook but leaves him handcuffed. She grabs the chain of the cuffs and pulls him back toward the chair.
Sitting down, she puts her leg back over the arm of the chair. Grabbing his head, she guides his head between her legs and tells him to lick her like a good boy. Not needing to be told twice, he sets a fast pace on her clit, running his tongue back and forth over her swollen bud. He shifts his tongue lower to lick at her entrance, but feels the sting of the whip across his naked back.
Not sure if she'll whip him again, but willing to risk it, he slides two fingers deep into her soaked pussy. The loud moan she lets loose tells him that she wont whip him. Finding her g-spot he works his fingers furiously on it, his tongue still working at its fast pace. "Good boy, good slave," she praises him.
She shoves her fingers through his hair, holding him to the exact spot. "Don't stop," she says quietly. He can feel her pussy squeezing his fingers, letting him know she's about to orgasm. Suddenly she jerks, pushing his face tighter against her clit. She lets out a scream as she squirts her cum over his fingers. He moves his mouth down, licking and trying to catch all of her cum.
Belle still has twitches moving though her. He stops flicking his tongue and is about to move his fingers out. Again the sting of the whip hits him across the back. "Don't stop," she tells him. Again he licks at her clit, noticing how much more she trembles and twitches with each stroke. He's amazed that he can feel her pussy tightening again so soon. He stops licking and begins sucking her clit. This sends Belle over the edge again. She moans loudly as she bucks harder against his lips.
This time he moves away while she's still shuddering. He sits on the floor, watching her face as she comes down. She opens her eyes, they're bright from the pleasure she just had. She leans forward, kissing him on the lips, tasting her own cum. She runs her tongue over his chin, cleaning him up a little. "Let me take those cuffs off you," she says. Grabbing the key, she unlocks them and takes them off him.
Seeing his chance, he grabs them from her, snapping them on her wrists. "What? What are you doing?" she asks.
"Now its your turn to being handcuffed," he informs her.
"Hey, that's not fair," she pouts.
But he lifts her, carrying her to the hook where he was attached not too long ago. He ties her to the hook, facing the wall. He reaches around the front of her, unzipping the leather bustier and pulling it off her. Now she's naked except for the boots, but he's decided to leave them on. He leans close to her ear and tells her she's not to make a noise.
He runs his hands over her, starting with her breasts, her nipples pebbling against his palms. He squeezes them, a small moan rising from her throat.
With one hand on her breasts, he runs the other down her spine, cupping and squeezing her arse when he reaches it. He pulls his hand back and slaps it across her arse cheek, a sharp intake of breath her only response.
He stands directly behind her, rubbing his cock against her. The hand at her breasts makes its way down her belly to her pubic mound. He pushes her back against him. He moves back from her a bit, moves her legs apart to where he wants them. He goes to the coffee table and picks up two items. Her whip and a set of anal beads.
He kneels down behind her, getting the perfect view of her pussy from behind. He takes her whip, and runs the handle around the tight entrance of her pussy. He slips it inside of her, pushing until almost the whole handle is inside of her and she's quivering. He pulls it almost fully out of her and then pushes it back in. He slowly fucks her with the whip handle, watching her pussy muscles grip at it.
He stops and pulls it fully out, dropping it to the floor and dips his index finger into her. He pulls his finger free of her and works it gently around her rear hole. As he continues to work her arse with is finger, he slides the anal beads into her pussy to coat them with her juices. Pulling the beads out, he slowly slides them into her arse, until they're all inside.
He massages her butt cheeks, making sure she's nice and relaxed. He grasps his cock in his right hand, slowly stroking it, letting the wet tip rub against her arse. He tells her to lean stick her arse out a little and to lean forward a little bit. Once she's moved to the way he wants her, he reaches around the front of her, spreading her wet lips.
He moves in behind her, finding her entrance and slowly pushes deep into her. Belle forgets what he told her and lets out a moan as his throbbing cock fills her. The sound of the hard slap he deal across her arse cheeks echoes around the room. The sting causing her to hiss. He grabs her by the hips and starts to thrust in and out of her.
He pulls all the way out, then shoves back into her, his balls pressed against her clit. His slow fucking is driving her insane. She wants to feel him slam into her, his balls slapping at her clit. She tries to look over her shoulder at him, but the fall of her hair makes it difficult. He senses her needs, pulls her hair back from her face, grasps it in one hand to pull her head back a bit.
Her moan vibrates through her, making him slap her arse cheek again. He steps up the pace, wanting to fill her full of his thick white cream. He pulls back and slams into her, a grunt of satisfaction coming from him. He does it again, pulling her head back a bit more. He leans forward and starts to kiss her neck, then sucks on it, branding her.
He lets go of her hair only to gather it again, getting a better grip. He's throbbing so much. Her pussy is clenching on his thick shaft. One hand in her hair, the other on her hip, he slams her harder and harder. He's grunting from the effort, Belle's begging him, to cum, to make her cum again.
She starts to shudder, squeezing his cock, trying to milk him. She screams as her orgasm hits her hard. He remembers the anal beads and slowly pulls them out of her arse, one by one. She bucks back against him. He lets go of her hair, grasps her hips with both hands and slams her again, once, twice and then shoots thick wads of cum inside of her twitching pussy. As he's still coming, he pulls out and sprays the rest of his seed onto her back and arse.
Knees trembling, he leans against her, catching his breath. He kisses her shoulders and asks if she's alright. Head bent, she murmurs that she's perfectly fine and that she'd like to be released so she can sit down and let her legs become stable again.
He unlocks the cuffs and helps her to her bed. She lays on her stomach, her breathing back to normal. He straddles her hips and softly massages her until she drifts off to sleep. He heads down to the lounge room, gets dressed and leaves her a note. Call me anytime you wish to play again.....maybe next time we'll do my fantasy, lol. XXX
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| Do you love being tied up? - BDSM & Fetish Stories - Fantasy
you sneak home from work midmorning one day and get a msg just as you walk in the door. Not long now. You shed your clothes and crank the heating up so its cozy to just sneak around in your little red g and matching bra.
I knock on the door with my cock hanging out of my fly until you release the latch and I burst in. We kiss passionately as we fall onto the couch. Once you have my pants down you gobble me up as I start to rub your sex with my foot. Its getting really hot now and the slurping noises from your lips just add to the tension, the urgency of the situation.
Approaching my climax I push you away and tell you youve been bad. Very bad. I take your hand and pluck you from the floor. I follow you to your bedroom where you produce some silk scarves to serve your punishment. Sitting on the bed with your eyes low you hold the first scarf up for me to secure your ankle to one corner of the bed. Once this is done I suprise you by telling you to rollover. On your tummy now i secure your wrists and drag you hips up so your on your knees. I tease you a little running my fingertips over your body, tickling your mound every know and then to check how hot you are.
Pulling your g to one side I start to lick your folds careful not to give you too much attention - youve been bad remember. Finally, after thinking your going to explode from the heat built up between your legs I plunge my tongue deep into you, massaging your clit while I start to plug your hot shaven sex with my two fingers. You pull on your wrist restraints trying to push back against my ever moving tongue - your unsecure leg flails about as you try and wriggle out of your binding. Your breaths are short and sharp now, panting for me to fuck you like the naughty girl you are. In time sweetheart in time.
I take your sexy little toy and start to replace my tongue with its perfect shape. Kneeling beside you I dont actually insert the member, just keep it at your sopping entrance as you start to suck me hard again. The better and faster you take me the deeper I push the toy until youve almost taken the whole thing. Moving quickly I put the toy aside plunging my tool into you. Your tension on the wrist ties doubles as you fight to stop yourself crying out the noise inside you. A combination of sexual relief to finally have something pumping into you at the speed you require and also the building tension as for the second time this afternoon youre approaching orgasm. Youre backing into me now. You want to come, you want to feel that unique little feeling you get thats entirely yours.
I too feel the need for release so continue to pump at a rythem we both struggle to keep pace with. The heat in you has cresended to a point where your about to cum.
Cum for me I say. I too plant my seed deep within you.
As we come down I untie you. We shower together and playfully soap eachothers funny bits. Clean and dressed we review our hoy little interlude.............a kiss on the lips and I'm gone.......
This is my first crack at something like this and would app any feedback any1 cares to send..
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| Master & slave pt 2 - BDSM & Fetish Stories - Fantasy
When we got to the lounge, Master was holding a drink and pacing around something that looked like it was used to inflict pain. "Hello my 2 lovely whores, oh, my mistake, my slave and new whore! Whore..." I guess we didn't have names any more, just titles, degrading ones at that. "Come over here." He finished. I let go of Emma's hand and walked over to Him. My legs a little weak due to being tied down for a few days, it didn't matter. He grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head and bought me to my knees. He pulled my head back and forced me to look at Him. "So slave, is she clean? You were in there for a long time. The whore looks clean." Well I'm glad He noticed. "Well Master, her skin is clean, but her mind and everything else is filthy!" Emma said, hands behind her back and staring at the floor. "is that true whore?" he asked me, pulling at my hair. That should have been an indication, but stupid me said that she had lied. He threw me across the floor and I landed far from gracefully. Then he followed and yanked me up by my hair. "So you're calling my slave a liar are you?" he yelled aggressively. I noticed that Emma cowered instead of helping her sister. "No, that's not what I meant." I replied, he threw me onto the large wooden piece he had in the centre of the room. It hurt, I found out how much pain it would inflict on me. "So now you're contradicting yourself!" He yelled. Then He put my wrists into leather cuffs that stretched arms, one over each side. My legs He cuffed at the knees and ankles. So I was straddling a large wooden box, with leather on the top, for my comfort maybe. I was strapped in a position of being on all fours, but I was stuck there. My body was a little longer than the furniture I was trapped on, my pussy was open and in full access to anyone. "Slave" He yelled "get your skanky arse over here." They stood in front of me and made out. There was not on 1 piece of her body He didn't touch. He sent around behind me and ordered her to lick me out and rim me. Emma did this very well.
Master stood in front of me. Unzipped His pants and put His dick in my mouth. He started to fuck my face hard, not worrying that I was chocking. Meanwhile Emma was licking and sucking my pussy like a pro. She also put her tongue as far up my arse as she could. It felt pretty hot! It made me momentarily forget about the pounding my mouth was getting from Master's dick. He told Emma to stop and she did instantly. "Make your tongue wet and lick her arse, make it wet." Master told her, she did, it felt really good! I couldn't see, but I felt Him push her away. Then I felt His dick poke at my arse. "No!" I stated. Id never done anal before, I thought it would hurt because Master is so rough with me. "What?" Master asked. "You're my submissive, you're my whore, if I wanna fuck you, I will!" He said and shoved His dick into my arse. I screamed in pain. He kept going in, out, in, out as far as He could, which was all the way! It hurt so much, I kept screaming but no one cared. He came, withdrew and came around to my face, I was crying, He shoved His dick in my mouth again. I didn't like the taste but I sucked anyway. "Welcome to your life" He said. Took His now clean dick out of my mouth and walked off.
Emma came and sat in front of me; she kissed me and wiped the tears from my face. "Well done Viv. You did very well, we need to work on your taking anal skills, but you've proven yourself! Im proud of you!" she said with a kiss. I felt warm inside, no one had ever been proud of me, but my sister was. I smiled at her. "Thank you Emma." I whispered. Emma walked around me and took a look at my holes. She put a lubed finger in my arse I flinched. "You're bleeding a bit Vivian. I'll have to cater for all the anal fantasies for the next few weeks, that's ok hun, I like it!" she said, came back and kissed me again. "I'm gonna find out what Master wants to do with you." She said and left me tied there, bleeding.
She came back into the room soon after. "He wants find your pain threshold! I get to choose the whip or paddle! Which one?" she asked. She sounded delighted. "Which hurts more?" I asked. I had never done this kind of thing before. "You need to decide that babe! I'd go the whips, paddles He can only use on your arse, pain is inflicted on a smaller area, its painful and loud" she reassured me. I chose the whip. There were a few to choose from, crop whip, cat whip, short, long, flat, rounded. Emma showed me the one she chose. The leather was a metre long, flat and about a centimetre thick. Master walked in, cracked His knuckles and spanked Emma really hard. He took the whip from her hand and walked around me, stood behind me and cracked the leather over my back. I screamed in shock, then pain, then another across my lower back. Then on my arse, left then right then my arse hole, which was already in pain from the fucking He gave me! I screamed and burst into tears. He whipped my arse and the hole for about 10min, then gave it to Emma and told her to clean the blood off it. She did, then untied me, stroked my back and arse, the sensation stung me. I then was told to go to bed, the basket at the foot of Master's bed. I laid on my front, my back and the welts on my arse hurt too much to lie on. The next few days weren't much better.
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| The Punishment of Isabelle - BDSM & Fetish Stories - Fantasy
In the summer of 1648 Isabelle was a bright eyed, mischievous maiden of 15 years, living in a small town in the provinces of southern France with her mother, her father having died honourably in one of the many wars in which France was engaged. She and her mother managed a small rooming house and Isabelle got up to all manner of excitement with her group of friends. They teased boys, taunted the old and stuffy and carried secret crushes for some of the young men of town. Isabelle was especially taken with Jean-Marcel, the young assistant magistrate who was charged with carrying out the corporal punishments in the town square on market day. He was tall, lean and muscular, with long dark hair and brooding eyes.
One bright day, while frolicking with her friends, Isabelle dared them to thieve a ribbon from the haberdasher. Intending to prove to them how easy it would be, she tried to steal on herself but was spotted by an old crone who had often been the subject of their taunts. She was swiftly taken to the cells, there to await the magistrates' hearing the following day.
When Isabelle appeared in court, the old crone was there to tell not only of the theft of the ribbon but to paint a picture of Isabelle that turned high spirits into foul tempers and mischief into evil. The elderly magistrate listened gravely, then pronounced a sentence "that will teach a lesson to all those who would disrespect their elders and betters. Fifteen lashes, to be administered in the town square on the forthcoming market day, three days hence!"
Isabelle could scarcely believe what she heard. She was to be humiliated in public.... by him!
She scarcely slept the next three nights, kept awake fending off advances from the other women in the cell. During the day, they were moved to the yard where Isabelle slept in the warm sun and dreamed about her punishment. Deep down, she found it intensely exciting. She knew the form the punishment would take and imagining herself submitting to lashes at the hand of Jean-Marcel made her vagina wet and her nipples hard.
On the morning of the market day they were woken before dawn and herded into the yard where the hair was shaved from their heads. Some of the women cried at having their long locks shaven, but Isabelle preferred short hair and was not concerned. Cuffs with lengths of chain attached were fastened to their ankles and wrists and the chains were padlocked together. Collars were placed around their necks. A chain ran from a ring on the front of each collar to the back of the collar of the next woman and in this way, their heads bald, their wrists and ankles secured and each one chained to two others, they were marched from the cells to the square where the punishments were to take place.
Isabelle tried not to look at the faces, although she knew that many of the people there already knew her. She thought instead of the punishment she would receive from Jean-Marcel, thought of it with an intimacy and a thrill that belied its supposed intention.
The hot summer sun had risen by the time they reached the market square, already crowded with merchants and townspeople. The women prisoners, seven in number, were herded together beside the platform where justice was dispensed. It was the custom to punish the women first and a crowd of young men were jostling for position in front of the A-frame to which the prisoners were chained while their punishments were administered. Jean-Marcel stood on the platform with the tools of his trade arrayed on a table beside him. He barked an order to the gaoler and one of the women was unchained from the group and pushed up the steps to the platform.
She was a beautiful young woman who had been forced to marry an elderly town councillor. She was to receive five lashes for being caught in the arms of a young man. Her husband looked on as Jean-Marcel led her to the frame. Isabelle turned her head; she wanted to keep to herself the vision of the man of her dreams, in his black boots, trousers and thin cotton shirt, and she thought only of him and her forthcoming punishment.
One by one the other women were led to the platform until only Isabelle remained, lost in the eroticism of her imagination. She heard Jean-Marcel call her name, then she was pulled to her feet and shoved toward the steps. She looked at Jean-Marcel as she mounted the steps. His handsome face was hard and expressionless; his eyes did not meet hers. He took the chain between her wrists, led her to the frame and looped the chain onto a hook at the top of the frame, stretching her arms above her head. His strong hands grasped her ankles and spread them apart, securing them to the base of the frame. She heard the material of her dress tearing as Jean-Marcel's knife cut it from the hem to the neck, then down each sleeve and her clothing fell away from her, exposing her beautiful young body.
Only then did she notice the crowd gathered in front of her, boisterous and excited, men and women alike, eating, drinking, laughing, enjoying the show. The sun shone down upon her and she felt the heat on her taut nipples, on her legs spread wide and her arms above her head. She felt the heat inside, too, a different kind of heat, centered in her genitals, primitive, instinctual and thrilling, chained naked to a frame, her unspoken love near to her.
Crack! The whip fell across the back of her shoulders and she cried out in shock and with the expectation of a pain she did not feel. Rather, it was a tantalising tingle, full of promise and anticipation, like a deep, strong kiss. She stretched her body against the frame, taut with excitement, desperate to feel Jean-Marcel's touch, nervous of the consequences of her desire.
The second lash struck her lower than the first and the third lower still. Jean-Marcel's rhythm was steady and insistent, slow enough to allow her to dwell upon the feelings building within her as the fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh strokes fell across her soft, young flesh, each one lower than the previous, each building upon her wanton craving to feel his touch, feeding the fire burning between her legs. Naked and helpless before him, Isabelle only wanted to feel the sweet sensation of the whip Jean-Marcel wielded. All her senses were concentrated upon her skin. She did not notice the town square, the people crowded into it, the noise and the smells. She felt the hot sun upon her breasts and her belly and legs, the quivering flesh of her back, the heat between her legs, the dampness of her vagina that trickled down the inside of her thighs, the hunger of her nerves to feel the next sweet stroke.
The whip struck her across the top of her buttocks, the hardest stroke yet. Again she cried out and flexed against her bonds, thrusting her hips back toward Jean-Marcel, aching to feel him again, strong, hard, intimate. Twice more, the whip welted her buttocks, lower and lower. Five to go - five beautiful, hard strokes. She felt the air across her vagina, between her buttocks, against the tender sensitivity of her most private body and she ached to offer it to him, to his stern, masterful beauty.
The eleventh stroke hit her across the soft, tender flesh where her buttocks met her legs and a hot, stinging eroticism surged through her body, causing her to shake and moan with an intensity of pleasure she could never have imagined. Sexual tension grew within her, an almost unbearable pleasure, a bold appetite for the ultimate release. Isabelle thrust her hips backward, spread her knees and felt the twelfth and thirteenth lashes strike her buttocks, felt the rush of hot air on her labia and vagina and anus, the heat sparking within her body, felt herself being pushed toward an edge she had never approached.
Straining with a desperate urgency, she spread her legs and thrust backwards again, just as the fourteenth lash struck her, the leather whip moulding itself to the white curves of her young body and striking, ever so quickly, with a tantalising electricity, the tender folds of her labia. She screamed then, with a savage, primitive ecstasy, her entire being poised on the brink of an unknown abyss. Isabelle felt, Isabelle knew that she was one with Jean-Marcel in a matchless impetus of erotic desire and gratification.
Each fraction of each second dripped slowly through time as she flexed and strained to offer the most intimate part of her body to Jean-Marcel and the whip he wielded, to the divine sensations that surged through her beautiful body. She could feel her nipples standing out erect and stiff, her clitoris hard with sexual urgency, her legs trembling as she stood on her toes, the better to push against the final stroke.
Isabelle did not even feel the fifteenth and final lash of the whip, only the gorgeous, heavensent passion that flooded her body, her life, her entire being as the hard leather again stung the sensitive, velvety flesh of her labia and sent her tumbling screaming into the abyss of ecstasy.
She barely registered the gentle touch of Jean-Marcel's hands as he removed her chains from the frame but she had several hours secured naked in the stocks until sundown, the fate of all those punished on market day, to relive the intensity and intimacy of his whip across her body and the sure knowledge that he had indeed made love to her on the platform in full view of the crowded town square. Isabelle knew that Jean-Marcel felt it too and her heart burst with joy when she was informed by the gaoler that she was to report to her lover's house the next day for domestic service. Serve him, she would. She did not doubt it.
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| Master & slave - BDSM & Fetish Stories - Fantasy
I am my Masters slave and submissive, he uses and abuses me in any way He wants, so lets make it clear that anything I write He has total right to do! I am a waitress from 10am til 5pm every weekday. Outside these times he owns me. I wear a leather collar with metal clips that states that I belong to Him. I wear the collar from the moment I walk in the door to the moment I leave.
I am 18 and am 5'6", C cup breasts and a skinny size 8, medium length blonde hair, besides that I have no hair anywhere else on my body! Master pays for my waxing every 2 weeks. I live with Master, and I have done this for 8 months (since my 18th birthday) he is 29, so therefore being in my position, He is older and wiser; I am never to question this! I will write about the day I proved my submission to my Master.
Master got home after me (like usual) I was waiting for Him at the door, naked, as He likes me to be. He walked in, placed his bag on the floor, I said good evening to Him, He smiled at me, grabbed my arse firmly and kissed me roughly. He drove His tongue down my throat, He does that when He's had a bad day, I knew that that would not be the only thing being forced down my throat that night and that I would have bruises in the morning. I thanked Him, put His coat on its wrack and fetched Him a beer. He sat down in His chair, I gave him the beer and he grabbed my cunt, painfully hard. I flinched at the shock. He started to drink, He pulled me down onto His lap. "Would you do anything for me?" He asked. Of course, I told him. He finished the rest of the beer while playing with my pussy then stood up rapidly, throwing me onto the floor. He placed the beer on the table, then grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to our bedroom. I squealed and crawled as fast as I could to keep up. He threw me onto the bed. He took off His clothes and stood, cock half erect, at the side of the bed. I crawled towards Him, He lent down and kissed me, softly. Then SLAP, the back of His hand went across the left side of my face. Ouch, it hurt, a lot! I gazed up at him, tears forming behind my eyes. Then I put His dick in my mouth, my wet mouth took all of Him, down to the back of my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled it towards him, I gagged. He pulled my head back by my hair, SLAP, open hand went across the other side of my face. I looked up at him again, tears now in the front of my eyes. I had gagged, he hates it when I do that! I put Him back in my mouth, He pulled my head towards Him again, and I didn't gag this time. And all was forgiven when he whispered "good girl" I smiled.
He pushed me to the head of the bed and clipped the chain onto my collar. There I am, trapped, like a dog on a leash. He then put my mouth between His legs and I sucked on His hairless balls. He likes it when I do that! One thing He likes more, but I must admit I hate doing, is licking His arse. After sucking on His balls, He turned around and squatted on my face. His arse is right there in front of my mouth. I reluctantly lick it, for as long as He wants me to. I do dislike rimming Him, but He enjoys it and He is my Master, I have no choice. He gets up, goes to the cupboard and returns with handcuffs and a blindfold. He cuffs me by the wrists to the bed head and blindfolds me. I am defenseless! He kisses me, then moves down and bites my right nipple, He bites so hard it hurts I cry out, He enjoys hurting me, I'm happy when He's happy. He goes to the draw in the bedside table and pulls out, what I find out are the elastics that are going around my upper thighs. They have clips on them, they get attached to the piercing on my vulva. So now when I spread my legs, my pussy will open up too. He then spreads my legs, my pussy feels the pulling sensation of the piercing being pulled apart, He rubs my pussy, I'm getting so wet, then He flicks my clitoris, the short, sharp pain runs through my crotch. He starts to fuck me, hard and passionless. He then gets up and tells me not to move. I tell him that I wont. I hear Him put on His clothes and leave.
I'm lying here; hands tied above my head, blindfolded and with my legs apart like a whore. I guess I am a whore, at least that usually my title when I'm with Him. He does care for me though, would never let anyone hurt me or dishonor me. I mean He did invite me into His home, provides and cares for me, so long as I do everything He tells me. Not a bad deal if you ask me! But getting back to me lying here like this, no way! I close my legs to protect my shaven, wet pussy and ease the pressure of the piecing. I hear the door open about 10min later and I quickly open my legs again. I hear Him yelling down the hall, and then footsteps leaving the doorway, he's leaving. I put my legs down and close them again. Then SMACK, His belt comes down across my nipples. I scream in pain and open my legs (automated reaction) I start to whimper. "I thought I told you not to move whore!" He yells, I plead that I didn't move. He hits me again, this time in the crotch with the metal clip of the belt. My pussy has never been exposed to that sort of pain before! I scream and burst into tears, between sobs I apologize. I usually have to deal with a spanking when I've been bad, or Master has had a bad day or the odd slap in the face (when I deserve it, which is a lot I must say) but when He gets the belt out, I know I'm in trouble! Master removes my blindfold, I see Him, very angry and 7 men who I don't know standing in a line. These men are the ugliest, meanest and sleaziest looking guys I've ever laid eyes on. They're all between 30 and 60 and holding 2 beers each, I cringe at the thought of having to look at them. He has something in store for me that I'm not going to like!
Master undresses again and unchains my collar. He opens my legs to reveal a swollen (due in part to my horniness) and battered pussy, then starts to fuck me. He turns me around, so I'm facing the 7 strange men, lays me on my front and continues to fuck me. In the time He took to fuck me, the men finished both of their beers. He came inside my aching pussy. I start to cry again, I know He's going to make me His whore, and have me fuck those men. Master tells me not to cry. "They're a test" He says. I'm ordered to suck on all their cocks. I feel tears coming up again. They're dicks taste foul and I hate it, but Master sits and watches me be his little slut as I suck off these disgusting men. After I finish off the 7th guy, who's old, smelly and sleazy, I crawl to Master to ask if I was good. He calls me a whore and a pig I'm heartbroken. The first guy says he needs to piss. Master tells him that that is what I am here for. I felt ill, He looks down at me and I cry again. I hate piss, it's disgusting as a shower or consumption, it's revolting, I only drink Masters urine because He is my Master. I crawl to the first guy and put my lips around his cock. His piss is warm, bitter and it's flowing fast, it makes me feel ill again. It's awful but I drink it and then do the same for the other 6. Master dresses and tells me to wash my mouth. I do that. I return, the men are still there, I tell Him that I need to pee, and after swallowing 7 loads of cum and piss I need to go. He allows me but I have to do it in a bowl, in front of the men. He puts the bowl in front of the 7 men. I feel so humiliated. I squat and piss. Nearly a liter comes out of me. I finish and look down at the golden fluid I had just expelled. Master tells me I have one more task to complete the test, lap up my own urine like a cat would its milk. I feel embarrassed and humiliated and like a cheap whore. I guess that's what makes me appealing to my Master. I do, I gag twice, and I receive a kick in the arse for my fuck ups. Master wore his boots, it hurts me so much when He kicks me with those.
The men left after the show. I washed my mouth again and took a shower. I had passed the test; I proved that my Master is truly my Master, that he owns me. He went down on me for an hour, His tongue is amazing and I came 20 times, it's a reward for my good effort and obedience. You see, it was worth it in the end. No pain, no gain.
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