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"I am happy to help you Marsha," I said, knowing that my helping her might help to soften her blows. The amount of groceries was amazing and it took half an hour to unload and put them all away. Then she motioned towards the bedroom as if she had been here before.. "I am to bind you first, it is a part of the training," she said and followed me into the bedroom. She attached my arms to the tops of the posts on the footboard of the bed and grabbed up the leather paddle. "As a slave, I know how important it is to build up a tolerance to the paddle and lash. Count out loud for me, we are going to 150 today," she said matter of fact as she started to swing. I counted and felt pride that I was growing accustomed to the paddle, as well as growing aroused from the pain. I think the training lashes are more to keep slaves in their place as well as to build their tolerance, not to really cause massive amounts of pain. (more...)

"Oh, God, Reginald- you really blew it! You could have had Sally, me, Connie, and several other girls, with that dick, and not been trapped into this bondage situation. Now, however, you have to do what I say, because I'm the client." He continued to groan, as the pressure on his balls intensified. Mina was bouncing on his cock, really taking it for a ride. Finally, she came, and then promptly got off his cock, removing the cockring as she did so; it was time for Connie to fuck him. Well, he thought, at least, he would get to cum in her! (more...)

When the orgy was over, Candy prompted informed Reginald that he was to move in with Lewis and her ASAP. "You're going to be my whore, my gigolo, understand, slave?" "Gigolo, Mistress? You mean, I will have to sleep with people for money?" "Yes, and I prefer to be called 'Madame', instead of 'Mistress', because that's what I am- a madame. I will also fuck people for cash, but I will be the boss, clear enough?" (more...)

Mistress Sadie lounged in a hot tub after butt fucking her slave and listened to the sound of swishing whips as the slaves scrubbed the floors under the watchful eye of Miss Whip and Miss Lash. "Music to my ears," she mused as she sponged her sex off roughly thinking about how she would punish the slaves later. Then she turned on her XX rated video "Pony Boys" and watched it while eating lunch. When done, she got out her multi-speed vibrator, lay back in her chair with her knees drawn up over the arms, smeared astroglide on the vibrator and slid it up her cunt, increasing the speed whenever one of the Pony Boys got whipped until she climaxed. "Who needs men anyhow," she mused before she dozed off for her nap. (more...)

"Hurry up!", she admonished, "Mistress will be back early today because of the rain." WHACK WHACK Just then they heard the front door open as Mistress came stomping in, dripping wet. Her boots were covered with a mixture of mud and manure so that she left muddy footprints all over the newly scrubbed floor as she made a tour of inspection with Miss Boots taking notes in each room they passed. She finished her inspection in the lavatory where she inspected the toilets and dished out punishment to the slaves already very red buttocks with her wet rubber riding whip. SPLAT...WHACK...SMACK. After inspecting the toilets, Mistress Sadie seated herself on the overseer's chair set on a raised dais in the middle of the room and, pointing at me with her whip, said "Come here, slave, and pull off my muddy boots," When I rose and began walking toward her, I was knocked down to my knees by Miss Whips heavy flogger "Crawl, slave!" she said "And don't you forget again." SMACK. (more...)

One morning Dave awoke to the sound or raindrops on the roof of the attic dormitory where Miss Sadie's slaves slept, chained to their bunks with cock cages locked in place so they couldn't masturbate. Wondering if Mistress would make them pull the heavy plow in the muddy field, he heard the PA system click on and a harsh voice announced ,"Drop your cocks and grab your socks. Rainy day routine, Butt-out pants required." As soon as the speaker clicked off, the door opened and Miss Whip, dressed in a black PVC cat suit and thigh high black leather boots, switched on the lights with the handle of her flogger while Miss Lash went down the center isle and unlocked the chains that held their wrists and ankles. Once freed of their chattels, she unlocked each slaves cock cage, gave his prick a swat with her cock whip "to wake them up" she said and sent them out the door where Miss Whip lashed their butts with her flogger. (more...)

I dropped to my knees and kissed her ankle, "Thank you my Madame," I said as I showered her feet with my love and respect. "You are welcome, Slave," she said as she motioned me to look up. "We have a lot to do, but I think tonight will be great. I have to go cook and while I do, you will do your orgasm control exercises in the living room. Come on," she said with a smile, as she gathered up the lube and vibrator. She started a video and bent down to suck me until I was very hard, then left for the kitchen. I stroked until I was very close to coming, then stopped and used the vibrator on my ass until I calmed down some. I repeated this as before for an hour until the house began to smell of Italian cooking and Madame returned into the room with a clip to hook my arms together. "Lay back," she ordered as I stopped again to use the vibrator some more. (more...)

I started stroking my cock, tried to forget about the chubby face watching me, and started to talk about what I was doing. I described the feeling of fullness from the dildo and the rising heat in my cock as I got harder and harder. She rubbed the outside of her chastity belt, but I was certain it wasn't helping her. She ordered me to twist my own nipples and commanded how fast or slow I was to stroke. Finally, I got closer to coming and so slowed down on my own. "Are you close?" she asked excitedly, eyeing my cock. What if I said Mistress would be pleased if you came? She added. I looked at her, startled. "I'd be afraid you were lying to me," I said as I stopped stroking, getting too close and started working the vibrator in and out instead of stroking myself. She was very turned on and I could see she wanted me. (more...)

I awoke to the sound of static on a black, snow-covered TV screen. As usual, I just couldn't get comfortable on our old mattress. My eyes were mere slits, as I strained to see what time it was on the clock radio. "Ugh, 3:27 in the morning." I moaned in an inaudible groan. Reaching for the channel changer, I began my nightly ritual of channel surfing to see what was on. At this time of the night, not much would be. How many times can you watch reruns of Rosanne before you know the dialogue by heart? Still, I chuckled at the way she handled family situations in her sarcastic tone. Some days I wished I possessed her quick wit. Clicking through the channels, I come across a horror flick I hadn't seen in a while. (more...)

I dropped to my knees and kissed her ankle, "Thank you my Madame," I said as I showered her feet with my love and respect. "You are welcome, Slave," she said as she motioned me to look up. "We have a lot to do, but I think tonight will be great. I have to go cook and while I do, you will do your orgasm control exercises in the living room. Come on," she said with a smile, as she gathered up the lube and vibrator. (more...)

I started stroking my cock, tried to forget about the chubby face watching me, and started to talk about what I was doing. I described the feeling of fullness from the dildo and the rising heat in my cock as I got harder and harder. She rubbed the outside of her chastity belt, but I was certain it wasn't helping her. She ordered me to twist my own nipples and commanded how fast or slow I was to stroke. Finally, I got closer to coming and so slowed down on my own. "Are you close?" she asked excitedly, eyeing my cock. What if I said Mistress would be pleased if you came? She added. I looked at her, startled. "I'd be afraid you were lying to me," I said as I stopped stroking, getting too close and started working the vibrator in and out instead of stroking myself. She was very turned on and I could see she wanted me. (more...)

"I am happy to help you Marsha," I said, knowing that my helping her might help to soften her blows. The amount of groceries was amazing and it took half an hour to unload and put them all away. Then she motioned towards the bedroom as if she had been here before.. "I am to bind you first, it is a part of the training," she said and followed me into the bedroom. She attached my arms to the tops of the posts on the footboard of the bed and grabbed up the leather paddle. "As a slave, I know how important it is to build up a tolerance to the paddle and lash. Count out loud for me, we are going to 150 today," she said matter of fact as she started to swing. I counted and felt pride that I was growing accustomed to the paddle, as well as growing aroused from the pain. I think the training lashes are more to keep slaves in their place as well as to build their tolerance, not to really cause massive amounts of pain. (more...)

Dirk tested his bonds quietly. He lay on the stone table, strapped tightly at the knees and elbows. He was naked and a bit bruised from fighting the guards who had captured him and bound him down. Perhaps there was no hope anymore, but he refused to give up. Somewhere there were rebels against Queen Anoxia's rule. While he lived he could hope for aid, and if he fell the fight would be taken up by others. He thought ruefully of comrades who had fallen along the way. Dirk was the last of the Four Guardians. The other three lay dead, and their Trusts had been taken. Dirk had been the last hope, and he had been defeated at the last and his talisman taken too. Robbed of his powers and strength by the loss of his star gem, Dirk was at the end of his story. He wondered why he still lived, then looked around at the dark stone walls and remembered the silent men who had brought him here. (more...)

As I gently placed the last of the clean, bone-white dinner plates into its place in the cluttered cabinet to the right of the sink I glanced at the kitchen clock. 5:30 pm; Mistress would be home in less than an hour. Ignoring the itch beneath my garter belt, I bent over and closed the dishwasher door. Despite a week of practice I still felt unsteady on my four inch heels and grasped the edge of the counter for support. Straightening up, I surveyed the now spotless kitchen as I smoothed down my short black skirt. Mistress, I hoped, would be pleased. Everything was now done. I smiled to myself, then walked across the now spotless kitchen floor and the freshly vacuumed dining room carpet to the dark wood, glass topped table. With a triumphant flourish, I used a red magic marker to cross through the last of the fifteen instructions she'd written out for me this morning on a sheet of blue note paper. (more...)

I was working as a night counselor in a alternative housing program when I met her. She was innocent and streetwise all at the same time. She was beautiful and powerfully built with breasts that would make any woman envy and any man yearn to caress. Her waist was small enough to encircle with my hands and a rear that was round, firm, muscular and...well, perfect to say it simply. She kept herself impeccably clean and always smelled like the sensuous woman she was. Amy was a woman who exuded sexuality. She could turn on the charm and make you think that she was the only woman on Earth. She had the face of an angel and the mind of a devil. She could reel a man in and make him do anything she desired. This is how I came to fall under her spell. (more...)

Well i will start of with telling you what i look like i am about 6 foot tall i wiegh about 180 pounds and have about a 8 inch cock and i have the most beautiful wife named Tara( by the way my name is donovan) Tara is about 5 foot 5 and wieghs about 120 pounds has brown hair and she has most beautiful 36C tits and the nicest ass you will ever see. well the afternoon started off like any other i was just gettin out of work and so was my wife we both sat down for diner. Baby cani ask you a question Tara said Sure whats is is babe Can we try something new in bed tonight sure i said scepticly what do you have in mind Nothin really its more of a suprise. Well i am going to go get ready for tonight come upstairs in about 30 mins Said Tara K Hun i will well about 30 mins later she calls down to me get naked and come up stairs. I was really excited to see what was in store for me. i was so excited my 8 inch cock was already strating to get hard. so i walk into the room and there is my wife with this red leather outfit on that she looked so hot in. and she had this huge 8 inch green strap on also. (more...)

"I am happy to help you Marsha," I said, knowing that my helping her might help to soften her blows. The amount of groceries was amazing and it took half an hour to unload and put them all away. Then she motioned towards the bedroom as if she had been here before.. "I am to bind you first, it is a part of the training," she said and followed me into the bedroom. She attached my arms to the tops of the posts on the footboard of the bed and grabbed up the leather paddle. "As a slave, I know how important it is to build up a tolerance to the paddle and lash. Count out loud for me, we are going to 150 today," she said matter of fact as she started to swing. I counted and felt pride that I was growing accustomed to the paddle, as well as growing aroused from the pain. I think the training lashes are more to keep slaves in their place as well as to build their tolerance, not to really cause massive amounts of pain. (more...)

"I am happy to help you Marsha," I said, knowing that my helping her might help to soften her blows. The amount of groceries was amazing and it took half an hour to unload and put them all away. Then she motioned towards the bedroom as if she had been here before.. "I am to bind you first, it is a part of the training," she said and followed me into the bedroom. She attached my arms to the tops of the posts on the footboard of the bed and grabbed up the leather paddle. "As a slave, I know how important it is to build up a tolerance to the paddle and lash. Count out loud for me, we are going to 150 today," she said matter of fact as she started to swing. I counted and felt pride that I was growing accustomed to the paddle, as well as growing aroused from the pain. (more...)