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]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/bondage-sex-dungeon/feed/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/cutie-fucked-in-bondage/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/cutie-fucked-in-bondage/#comments Sat, 16 Feb 2008 15:44:24 +0000 Administrator male domination domination sex bedroom bondage teen bondage rope bondage leather bondage http://dom-fem.com/weblog/cutie-fucked-in-bondage/ The bet seemed serious now. It was still fun, but there was an edge of determination and a small one of fear. What would he do to get her to give him the combination? The chest at the foot of the bed was sealed with a combination padlock. She had bought it this morning and hidden the combination under the silverware divider in the drawer in the kitchen. The numbers swam in her head: Five-fourteen-nine. Would she be able to keep the combination secret until midnight? The thought of that filled her with the oddest series of sensations. She was naked, of course. He was allowed to do anything that didn't leave a mark, with the understanding that whatever he did couldn't have as it's basic purpose causing pain. He could swat her ass, but only as part of something else, not to cause her to tell because of the pain. Or as he'd put it, "I can make you come so much that you'll do anything to get me to stop." Her eyebrows had gone straight up at that. It was an extremely rare event for her to tire out before any boy she had ever slept with had run out steam. She was almost always ready for more. The only times she could remember not wanting to continue had been in the extremely early morning after a very full day. Today she was rested. She'd slept late. She expected to enjoy this and then to win the bet. Put simply, the loser would have his or her pubic hair removed as the penalty for losing. She couldn't help grinning as she thought of him on his back, legs spread, with foam over his crotch as she said, "Let's be very still. We don't want any accidents down here, do we?" The idea of shaving his scrotum especially appealed to her. Something cold hit her left breast. It was only a drop of water, but being blindfolded she had no warning of it's approach. It felt much more shocking and ... sort of painful because of the surprize. A second drop hit her on the other side of her breast. A second later a very cold drop hit her nipple. She could feel it harden as the water slowly ran off. She heard a small sound near her night table. (The ice cube being put in a glass?) Mike's mouth fastened on her left nipple. Again it was unexpected. This had an effect too. Mike was very good at this and knew how sensitive her breasts were. She could feel the familiar desire for him to go on building in her stomach. It had been 5:30 when he had started blindfolding her. Holding out till midnight might be fun. A small moan escaped her lips as his hand lightly pinched her right nipple. ]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/cutie-fucked-in-bondage/feed/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/free-dom-fem-sites/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/free-dom-fem-sites/#comments Sun, 31 Dec 2006 13:27:03 +0000 Administrator male domination domination sex sexual domination bondage sex bondage story teen bondage bondage slave http://dom-fem.com/weblog/free-dom-fem-sites/ Bdsm Sex Pics No one could pass near roped women without fucking them...

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]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/free-dom-fem-sites/feed/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-ministevokitten/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-ministevokitten/#comments Wed, 27 Dec 2006 05:00:00 +0000 webmaster@meninpain.com Uncategorized http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-ministevokitten/
‘You want to lick my chocolate asshole, don’t you, you little sissy bitch?’ Mistress Kitten gets Her way with mini as her electric toys shocks the shit out of his tongue, cock, balls and nipples. Overwhelmed with pleasure and pain, it’s all the boy can do to keep up.

Between Her feet or Her tongue shoved down his throat and Her huge tits smothering him, mini can barely get a breath except to say, ‘thank you Mamn’. Forced face fucking leads to a hard ass fuck that leaves mini covered in come and Kitten totally satisfied. ]]>
‘You want to lick my chocolate asshole, don’t you, you little sissy bitch?’ Mistress Kitten gets Her way with mini as her electric toys shocks the shit out of his tongue, cock, balls and nipples. Overwhelmed with pleasure and pain, it’s all the boy can do to keep up.

Between Her feet or Her tongue shoved down his throat and Her huge tits smothering him, mini can barely get a breath except to say, ‘thank you Mamn’. Forced face fucking leads to a hard ass fuck that leaves mini covered in come and Kitten totally satisfied. ]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-ministevokitten/feed/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-jasmine-byrnejoshua/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-jasmine-byrnejoshua/#comments Wed, 20 Dec 2006 05:00:00 +0000 webmaster@meninpain.com Uncategorized http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-jasmine-byrnejoshua/
‘Do you think you can handle a Goddess?’ Just the sound of Her voice would make any man wonder, but under Her expert hands we are shown the way. Mistress Jasmine takes the lead as She teases and taunts this slave boy toward enlightenment administering pleasure, pain and humiliation in just the right doses.

From a ball slapping ‘Oink like a pig you piece of shit’, to a lust filled, ‘Fuck my pussy like a real man’, Mistress Jasmine takes us on an erotic ride through corporal punishment, strap on ass fucking, and a hot sex scene that leaves everyone satisfied. ]]>
‘Do you think you can handle a Goddess?’ Just the sound of Her voice would make any man wonder, but under Her expert hands we are shown the way. Mistress Jasmine takes the lead as She teases and taunts this slave boy toward enlightenment administering pleasure, pain and humiliation in just the right doses.

From a ball slapping ‘Oink like a pig you piece of shit’, to a lust filled, ‘Fuck my pussy like a real man’, Mistress Jasmine takes us on an erotic ride through corporal punishment, strap on ass fucking, and a hot sex scene that leaves everyone satisfied. ]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-jasmine-byrnejoshua/feed/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/bad-girl-punished/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/bad-girl-punished/#comments Thu, 14 Dec 2006 15:17:34 +0000 Administrator male domination domination and submission domination sex sexual domination bondage and domination bondage bondage sex bondage story breast bondage bedroom bondage teen bondage rope bondage pantie hose bondage female bondage bondage slave leather bondage http://dom-fem.com/weblog/bad-girl-punished/ Inside I bought two cups of coffee. Sue couldn't decide whether to have a cruller or a cherry stick. "Can I get both?" She asked with a slight plead in her voice. "No," I said "you have to choose." "Please" she appealed, now in full pout mode. "No. Don't ask me again." I said firmly. I had to be firm; she was annoyingly cute when she was sucking up. I was sure scores of boys would have melted on the spot, and that most people would have given her what she wanted. But I'm a teacher first. She stopped her whining almost immediately, and I saw a strange combination of wariness and fascination came into her eyes. "So what are we doing here?" She asked as we made our way to a table. "Should I talk to your parents instead?" "Do what you want." She shrugged, but there was a tone there that I didn't recognize, edgy and cautious. "I want to straighten things out with you-not your mother, and not your father." "Wouldn't work anyway. She's got her own shit goin' on, and he doesn't care." Sue had wedged herself into a corner, facing at ninety degrees from me. I stared at her across the table, and when I thought I had almost made eye contact, as much as she'd allow anyway, I spoke: "First, let's get something straight. I'm Miss Flock, or Miss F. since we're being informal. Because I know you, I'm prepared to call you Sue, or do you prefer Susan?" Shrug. "Very well then Sue . . ." "I'd prefer Susan," She wasn't looking at me, not directly. But her eyes kept cutting back to me "I like the way you say 'Susan'". I think that was when I first felt it. A funny feeling tingled in my belly, and when I caught her eye I spotted something like a ghost of a smile gracing the corners of her typically sullen young mouth. Somewhere beyond my conscious mind part of me knew what she was, and what she wanted. We were here because of choices, choices that she had to make and that I couldn't--would not--allow myself to make for her. I squashed the feeling out of my mind. But it caught me by the throat, and when I spoke again, my voice was husky and quivering. "Susan,"-a little frisson, an unbidden thrill-"The first thing we need to establish is that this is an official meeting. Don't swear at me again," her face fell and her lower lip pooched out "I wanted to talk to you about your performance at school." "What about it?" The sullen little girl was back "I do my homework." "Not true-you don't do it often, and what you do is far inferior to what you're capable of." "If I'm passing, why are you bustin' my chops?" "Because if you keep going the way you are, you won't pass. And personally I don't want either of us to go through another year like this one. I realize this is a busy time for you. I'm sure a lot of things are changing and that some of them are confusing, but the things you do this year are going to either set you up or screw you up-for life." "Oh yeah-and history was soooo important to my plans." She rolled her eyes at me, maddeningly. She ran her tongue around her lips, and then puckered them with an audible 'pop'. "Is it true you went to Catholic school?" The question caught me off guard. "Why yes, yes I did. Why?" "Did the nuns beat you and stuff?" "What do you mean?" "Like, instead of bo-o-o- ring detention, would they, like, lay into your ass with a ruler?" I was angry now. "It's none of your business, but yes... She leaned forward, and her eyes gleamed. "Did they like, spank you bare-tail with a ruler?" "I was caned on the hand," I said icily "Once. For insolence." She sat back, her body language clearly saying 'well that's no fun'. I was angry, but as I fought for control of the conversation I realised three things: I was imagining Sue -Susan - bent over my knee, her stirrup pants down to her ankles. And that my nipples were hard. And that Susan could see my hard nipples-was looking straight at them, in fact. I felt my face flush red. "That doesn't matter. We're here to discuss your future - not my past." "Yeah, yeah." "You can be insolent and fail," I stood up "or you can shut up, listen, and perhaps pass, which will allow you to graduate. Seeing as you seem to be fonder of option 'A' I'll see you in class." "Don't go..." Almost a whisper. But suddenly I found her hand gripping mine "I'm sorry-I didn't mean to be...to be a bitch." Unable to look at her I sat down again. I could hear the tears in her voice. "I'm sorry, Mizz F. I just get these moods, y'know?" "No," I answered "I don't. Tell me about them." "Oh it's just, I dunno," Once again she looked at me from under her fringe of hair "did you ever really like someone, maybe really like another person. But maybe that person didn't know you like them. . ." Her voice trailed off. There was a lump in my throat. We were skirting some of the most dangerous territory a teacher could ever cross. Part of me wanted to hear her confession, but to go that way could only bring trouble. Besides, I wasn't sure how I felt myself-my nipples weren't hard anymore, but I was pretty sure I was wet. And first and foremost, I was a teacher. I feigned ignorance: "Oh Susan-is it boy trouble?" Her disappointment was palpable. "Kinda like that." she admitted. "You're not pregnant or something, are you?" "Oh no Mizz F." she said in a shocked voice "-I'm a virgin!" It was so unexpected. An anonymous sex survey taken at the school had revealed two things: First, almost the entire student population were having sex at least twice a week; and second, 98% percent of teenagers indicated that they were "likely to lie about their level of sexual activity on anonymous questionnaires". But still, I'd had a distinct impression that Susan knew more about sex than many of her classmates, and I found myself wondering why I'd thought that. The smile must have come through in my face. Susan said defensively: "Well I've, y'know, gone there with boys, but I just never wanted one enough to....y'know." "I know, Susan," at the sound of her name in my mouth she wiggled like a puppy, the moment was defused-and I found myself regretting it. I tabled it for later, private study--I'd remember the uncomfortable look in her eyes the next time I masturbated. The rest of the conversation was mostly me lecturing Susan. But I thought we'd had a breakthrough-it had taken a little extra communication and effort, but it had been worth it. We arranged that she would complete her final history project in stages, reporting to me each week how things were going, then she would hand it in before the final exam. If she did sufficiently well, she wouldn't need the final exam, but if she managed to get less than fifty percent on the project (unlikely if she applied herself), she wouldn't need to take the exam, since she couldn't possibly pass without the project. More importantly, somehow I was able to compartmentalize what I felt about Susan, the woman, from what I had to feel for Susan, the student. In class, I was almost able to forget the dire need to possess, to own her. At first, she showed me her work early-before Friday's class, usually. Then it was after class, and sometimes I'd see her scribbling to finish it before showing me that week's progress. Then it was the end of the day, and by stages, she stopped getting me to check her work. I waited until the second week with no report before I confronted her. "Susan," I said as she tried to flee through a crowded doorway one Friday "come here and sit down, please." I pointed to the student desk immediately before my own. Whoever designed those desks knew a thing or two about positions of power. Whoever sat in that student desk would be several inches below my eye-line, looking up to me. Sue crept back reluctantly, hugging her books to her chest. "About that project thing . . ." she said. But I was too taken aback by what was drawn on her binder cover, which she'd set facedown on the desk before her, to pay full attention. It was a heart-shaped design, made of a braided design that looked like woven cord or a braided rope. Inside the heart-shaped loop was drawn a circle with a three-pointed design inside it. Inside that symbol were initials: s.s.c. │ M.A.F. My first name is Althea, but I didn't think any of the students knew it. My blood pounded in my head, and my vision swam a little. Again my nipples hardened, and again I found myself warm and flowing. My tongue poked out and touched my lip for a minute-and I realised that she was watching me carefully when her tongue flickered for a moment on the little bump at the centre of her upper lip. Our eyes met. Don't be ridiculous, Althea I told myself "M" probably stands for "Mark", or "Michael". I mean, what else could it be? I made a mental note to see whether Susan had a middle name. "s.s.c."--hmmm. "What . . ." my voice trailed off as I realised that I was staring at her binder, horrified that my question would have been what does that stand for? I'm not stupid, but I was wondering about those extra initials. My curiosity fought for its life, but I succeeded in drowning it. "What have you been doing this past two weeks?" I asked seriously, resisting an unexplainable urge to hug her and cuddle her-to tell her everything would be all right. "I got it finished. . ." she said, as though trying out the phrase. My heart leapt-she'd turned it around. She would graduate! Instantly I felt a deep pang of regret. But she continued: "But I don't have it here. I'll e -- mail it to you." That night I checked my e-mail anxiously, looking for a message from a student with an attachment. I have several accounts, but I only use one for student business. In my non-school home mailbox, with the day's usual detritus, was an e-mail from an individual whose name I didn't recognize. It was from lilslut at a German yahoo address. Since I keep my e-mail addresses pretty private, I wondered who it could be-was it something from a porn site? I would normally delete this sort of unsolicited mail, but there was no attachment, so I opened it: "Whn y're sitng at yer desk, I think abt wht you could do to me-I want 2 b in yr chains, I want 2 b yr dildo puppet, yr fuckslt, yr slave. mak me do evythng drty 4 u, mke me suck yr cunt, kiss yr feet, eat yr ass. . ." It went on for a full page. But there wasn't a single identifying detail. Clearly the culprit either worked with me or was a current or former student-unless it was the janitor, I thought. But teachers get e -- mails from students all the time, often threatening. So into the trash bin it went...then I fished it out again. It couldn't be from Sue, I knew that. She didn't know I even had this e-mail address. But when I read it, I found myself imagining her. She's standing at my desk, her clothes in a pile at her feet. She's looking at me with something like worship in her eyes. Gently, and with emphasis, I flick the tails of the whip. She bends obediently, hands seizing her knees as she exposes her tight ass and her virgin cunt. One end of the dildo goes into my pussy, then on goes the harness. I step closer, reddening her ass with quick cuts of the whip. Then I'm behind her, guiding the rubber cock into her. . . I sighed inwardly. It was time to admit something to myself. If I didn't confront this, I was going to go nuts: I was lusting after a student. And a female student at that!-I was totally hetero . . . Had been, anyway. Besides: a female student younger than myself by ten years! What the hell was I thinking? How much more wrong could it be. Oh, but it was nice to think about, though: She kneels beside my chair, bound into a painful backward curve, her muscles trembling at the effort. Her mouth is plugged with a thick blue candle. The clothespins on her nipples cast jumping shadows, in her ass is a thick, tapered vibrating butt plug, and in her pussy a pair of polished stone eggs. The chains they're attached to puddle beneath her on the floor. "Hold that candle steady," I order "If you keep shifting it around it'll take longer for me to finish this book," my eyes travel over her firm, tight b -- cup tits "and if that happens you can look forward to sleeping in your. . ." "...cage." I breathed aloud. Bitch! What was wrong with me? I'd never had the faintest lesbian impulses before and no kinky ones either. Why did I suddenly find myself wanting to enslave this particular girl? She had little tits with pink nipples, remember?-You called her your little sow. Shock ran through me as I remembered: Tennisball Turner. My lover and slave for over a year of college. My heart ached as I remembered her unswerving devotion, her eagerness to be punished, the piggy grunting noises she made at my command as I pulled and bit at her nipples . . . just like Sue had made in the car. Oh, yes-Susan reminded me of something alright! I wrestled with myself and my conscience for most of the night. Even after I went to bed I tossed and turned, alternating between duty, valour, and love. Finally I got out of bed. Sue reminded me of her Tennisball Turner. They were different--Sue was all dark, where "Tennie" had been blonde. Yet both had that slight "go-to-hell" flash in their eyes; was that why I, a teacher, was dreaming of fucking a student? I had been given a dildo as a joke gift from Tennie-a private gift, marked with the letters "S & M Inc". A name we sometimes used for ourselves in private. She, the slave, was the "s", and I was. . . The initials on Susan's book came back to me: s.s.c.-slave susan castle? M.A.F.-"Mistress" Althea Flock? My nipples crinkled up so hard they hurt! The dildo was double -- ended, designed for a leather harness that slept at the bottom of my drawer. For the first time in years, I pulled it out and fastened it around my waist. I was already wet, and the dildo filled me up nicely. Then I tried to fasten the harness. After a few attempts I realised that the harness wouldn't button because the alignment of the rubber cock was wrong-I had put myself on the receiving end. I pulled the dildo back out, and in a moment of mischief I licked it slowly. The taste of my juices turned me fully on. I inserted the other end of the dildo. With the cock jutting from my crotch at a steep angle, I got the harness fastened. "Get in here, slut!" Mistress F. declared in my head. Naked but for her collar and cuffs, the nameless slut appears at the door. She kneels, as she has been taught to do. When her nose touches the carpet, red stripes are visible across her back and buttocks. The teaching of slaves, as Mistress has often explained, is primarily achieved through negative reinforcement. "Look at this," Mistress says loudly "You were supposed to clean in here." "But Mis -- s -- s -- " The slave bites her tongue, but too late. "Are you daring to talk back to me you little bitch? Kneel up-look at me. Open." The submissive's lips are forced wide by the dildo which Mistress pushes between her teeth. Responding properly, she raises her unbound hands to caress the older woman's ass as she gives a slow blowjob to the firm rubber that she hopes Mistress will open her with tonight. For Sue Castle, slave, is still a virgin. Her pussy, although it's been eaten and whipped, shaved and beaten, has never been opened by a cock or anything else. A tiny gold padlock holds her pierced labia firmly shut. But the slave wants it, wants to offer her virginity to the Mistress. More than anything else. But she knows better than to beg for anything. She is well-trained to Mistress' pleasure. Her ass, on the other hand, is well-opened. Since her confinement here in the house she has been stretched gradually, and can now take a fist (albeit only Mistress' small one) in her bottom. The slave is disappointed when her hands are taken, cuffed, and chained above her. She is winched upward, as the chain above her disappears into the ceiling, until she is standing on her very tip-toes. Mistress places a tight roll of leather between her slut's teeth. "It's likely to be rough tonight." She says gently, softly "scream if you need to." So saying, she positions her "cock" at the entrance to the slave's tight asshole. She explores it with a finger for a moment, thoroughly lubricating the warm silicone flesh with the other hand. Then she penetrates her slave at a slow but steady pace. The slave, gasping and moaning behind the gag, is smoothly stuffed with the rubber dick. Without allowing her to acclimate to her impalement, Mistress F. begins to rock slowly back and forth, feeling the stirring in her own pussy as the other end of the dildo moves slightly with each thrust. After interminable moments, the slave feels her Mistress' orgasm begin to build. The slut flexes her ass-cheeks, deliberately holding the dildo tighter so that it pulls further from Mistress' pussy. The slave might cum this way if Mistress fucked her long enough, but in her ear the slave hears Mistress moaning deeply, sighing the harsh endearments she, the slave, longs for. "You fucking little. . . bitch-once I fuck you. . . you'll lick every inch of this dildo, hrahh!. . . clean. And tomorrow you'll clean this room again. . . When I come. . .home, I'm gonna beat you before I even look. . . uh, to see if you've done it. I'm gonna cum any second, and once I get out of this harness and release you, I'm. . . going to. . . whip you. . .Would you like that, bitch?" The slave, caught close to her own orgasm, can only mew behind her gag. In the real world, my hips bucked as I imagined Sue's perky tits and ass turning red under my whips and in my chains (who was I kidding-I didn't have any chains!). The tiny muscles in my belly began to spasm, and I came furiously, tugging at the dildo in its harness. I slept soundly after that. The next day was a Saturday, and I checked my e-mail for Sue's project. Wonder of wonders-there it was, with a note: Dear Miss F. Please forgive this being late. No explanation. I felt a snap of impatience with the girl. But then I opened the project. It was good-well-written and well-argued. The vocabulary was a bit high-flung, but that's a technique students often use to make an essay sound scholarly. hat's a technique students often use to make an essay sound scholarly. I don't know quite what it was that aroused my suspicion. Maybe it was just too good. Perhaps it was the feeling that teachers get when a student has cribbed too much of a book they've researched from. That feeling that the student simply isn't present in the argument. Not only that, but there was a familiarity to it. As read it I found myself repeating snatches of the text before they scrolled into view. My stomach went cold. As with many other schools, mine subscribed to an anti-plagiarism service. I logged in, and uploaded Susan's essay. The machine took a few seconds, but it came back with a clear indication: The paper contained large sections, plagiarized with only a few introduced variations, from a paper stored online at a famous cheat site. Worse yet-I recognised it. It was my own paper, written during my first year of college and long forgotten, even by me. How it had wound up online I'll never know. I wrote to the site's owners, demanding that they withdraw the paper from the site or face legal action. Then I wondered: What to do about Sue? Common school discipline would have called for her suspension for at least ten days, but in Sue's case, as she'd been in so much trouble before, she might get expelled. That would leave her to the tender mercies of Mountainview Remedial, a school that sent out more pregnancies than graduates. Besides, I'd never get to see her again. I tried not to think that, but my hand was already moving for the phone. There were two weeks until Christmas break, then, if she passed History I, she'd be out of my class into History II. She had to have a project in. If she got a "B" or higher on the project, I'd pass her. If not, I'd fail her, but I'd make damn sure she retook my course in someone else's class. I couldn't work objectively while I was staring at her, slumped in the back row, and dreaming of taking her firmly by the hair and raping her ass with a dildo. I called her house and left a message. I was taking a chance, and I knew it. My pussy gushed wetly as I prepared for what was to come. ]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/bad-girl-punished/feed/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-lorelei-leenomad/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-lorelei-leenomad/#comments Wed, 13 Dec 2006 05:00:00 +0000 webmaster@meninpain.com Uncategorized http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-lorelei-leenomad/
This farmer’s daughter always gets what she wants, and today she wants this farmhand’s cum on her beautiful tits. But not before she saddles and rides him like her own little pony, fucks his throat and ass with a huge dick on a stick, takes an orgasm while pounding his ass with her strap on, and finally grinding out another on his willing, ring-gagged face.]]>
This farmer’s daughter always gets what she wants, and today she wants this farmhand’s cum on her beautiful tits. But not before she saddles and rides him like her own little pony, fucks his throat and ass with a huge dick on a stick, takes an orgasm while pounding his ass with her strap on, and finally grinding out another on his willing, ring-gagged face.]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-lorelei-leenomad/feed/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-annie-cruztory-lanedorianflower-tucci/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-annie-cruztory-lanedorianflower-tucci/#comments Wed, 06 Dec 2006 05:00:00 +0000 webmaster@meninpain.com Uncategorized http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-annie-cruztory-lanedorianflower-tucci/
‘I’m going to show you what it’s like to really get fucked.’ Annie Cruz delivers a hard fuck with a huge strap on that the suspended and helpless dorian cannot get away from if he wanted to. But not before she works over his nipples, pinching and biting, smothers him with her round ass, and verbally humiliates him. After she finally milks the come out of him, she climbs on top of him and taunts him with multiple squirting orgasms.]]>
‘I’m going to show you what it’s like to really get fucked.’ Annie Cruz delivers a hard fuck with a huge strap on that the suspended and helpless dorian cannot get away from if he wanted to. But not before she works over his nipples, pinching and biting, smothers him with her round ass, and verbally humiliates him. After she finally milks the come out of him, she climbs on top of him and taunts him with multiple squirting orgasms.]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-annie-cruztory-lanedorianflower-tucci/feed/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-dragonlilyjudas/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-dragonlilyjudas/#comments Wed, 29 Nov 2006 05:00:00 +0000 webmaster@meninpain.com Uncategorized http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-dragonlilyjudas/
In a hot objectification scene, Dragonlilly reduces judas to a footstool. Lot’s of painful nipple twisting and ball slapping ensues and Her sadistic demands are met only by compliant ‘thank you’s.

Then, an inflatable butt plug and whipping complicates judas’ already difficult bondage position, only to be relieved by a choice between Her lips or Her teeth wrapped around his hardening cock and balls.

She eventually fucks his ass with Her strap on before allowing him to worship Her beautiful feet through torn stockings while She cums inches from his begging face. ]]>
In a hot objectification scene, Dragonlilly reduces judas to a footstool. Lot’s of painful nipple twisting and ball slapping ensues and Her sadistic demands are met only by compliant ‘thank you’s.

Then, an inflatable butt plug and whipping complicates judas’ already difficult bondage position, only to be relieved by a choice between Her lips or Her teeth wrapped around his hardening cock and balls.

She eventually fucks his ass with Her strap on before allowing him to worship Her beautiful feet through torn stockings while She cums inches from his begging face. ]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-dragonlilyjudas/feed/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-claire-adamsdoriannomadflower-tucci/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-claire-adamsdoriannomadflower-tucci/#comments Wed, 22 Nov 2006 05:00:00 +0000 webmaster@meninpain.com Uncategorized http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-claire-adamsdoriannomadflower-tucci/
‘Who said this pissed off Mistress has fucking mercy for this piece off shit?’ Nomad fucked up, and Mistress Claire is here to correct him. Dressed in tight latex, Her corporal interrogation leaves nomad pledging unconditional surrender. But that is just the start.

Mistress Claire dishes out a lesson in manners and nomad screams in pain as She mercilessly shocks his ass and cock with a cattle prod. Between brutal kicks, She allows him to suck her feet before fucking his face with her strap on.

Nomad endures a brutal ass fucking from the Good Mistress before finally being rewarded by being allowed to jerk off as She smothers and teases him. ]]>
‘Who said this pissed off Mistress has fucking mercy for this piece off shit?’ Nomad fucked up, and Mistress Claire is here to correct him. Dressed in tight latex, Her corporal interrogation leaves nomad pledging unconditional surrender. But that is just the start.

Mistress Claire dishes out a lesson in manners and nomad screams in pain as She mercilessly shocks his ass and cock with a cattle prod. Between brutal kicks, She allows him to suck her feet before fucking his face with her strap on.

Nomad endures a brutal ass fucking from the Good Mistress before finally being rewarded by being allowed to jerk off as She smothers and teases him. ]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-claire-adamsdoriannomadflower-tucci/feed/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-harmonyminisativa-rosejudastotaleurosexstevo/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-harmonyminisativa-rosejudastotaleurosexstevo/#comments Wed, 15 Nov 2006 05:00:00 +0000 webmaster@meninpain.com Uncategorized http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-harmonyminisativa-rosejudastotaleurosexstevo/
The Ranch, Part 3

'She's really got my balls in a vise.’ Harmony takes the expression literally and smiles the whole time that she tightens the steel jaws onto Euro’s balls. Euro’s tough demeanor wears thin as Harmony unleashes her sadism, delivering a brutal, cane splintering beating that eventually brings the boy to his knees in an ass licking show of submission.

Meanwhile, Sativa Rose is training her chained pool boy to properly worship her beautiful feet, and eventually allows him to bring her to orgasm while his balls are painfully tied to a post. ]]>
The Ranch, Part 3

'She's really got my balls in a vise.’ Harmony takes the expression literally and smiles the whole time that she tightens the steel jaws onto Euro’s balls. Euro’s tough demeanor wears thin as Harmony unleashes her sadism, delivering a brutal, cane splintering beating that eventually brings the boy to his knees in an ass licking show of submission.

Meanwhile, Sativa Rose is training her chained pool boy to properly worship her beautiful feet, and eventually allows him to bring her to orgasm while his balls are painfully tied to a post. ]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-harmonyminisativa-rosejudastotaleurosexstevo/feed/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-wild-billstacey-cashelliot-skellington/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-wild-billstacey-cashelliot-skellington/#comments Wed, 08 Nov 2006 05:00:00 +0000 webmaster@meninpain.com Uncategorized http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-wild-billstacey-cashelliot-skellington/
‘Do you know why your mouth is gagged? No? Because it is only good for eating my pussy and licking my ass. Now, LICK’, she commands with a cruel tug on the rope leashed around his balls. The black latex spreads tightly across her taught flesh, and his tongue laps eagerly at her perfect ass.

Stacey Cash looks amazing wielding a whip, dressed in black latex, dishing out the punishment before violently fucking her slaveboy in the ass with her hard strap-on. ]]>
‘Do you know why your mouth is gagged? No? Because it is only good for eating my pussy and licking my ass. Now, LICK’, she commands with a cruel tug on the rope leashed around his balls. The black latex spreads tightly across her taught flesh, and his tongue laps eagerly at her perfect ass.

Stacey Cash looks amazing wielding a whip, dressed in black latex, dishing out the punishment before violently fucking her slaveboy in the ass with her hard strap-on. ]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-wild-billstacey-cashelliot-skellington/feed/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-harmonyminisativa-rosejudastotaleurosexstevo/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-harmonyminisativa-rosejudastotaleurosexstevo/#comments Wed, 01 Nov 2006 05:00:00 +0000 webmaster@meninpain.com Uncategorized http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-harmonyminisativa-rosejudastotaleurosexstevo/
Clever boys get what they deserve. euro and mini make a break for it, but they end up twisting in the wind while our two sadistic dominatrixes exact their revenge. Rope bondage and a crazy single ankle suspension start the guys on a long afternoon of pain, humiliation and penetration.

Sativa rubs one out on mini’s face while Harmony milks euros hard cock, then they leave them staked out on the hillside. The boys finally pony up and present their asses, and while mini is expertly fucked with Harmony’s strap on, euro takes a painful ass stretching at the hands of the lovely Sativa Rose. ]]>
Clever boys get what they deserve. euro and mini make a break for it, but they end up twisting in the wind while our two sadistic dominatrixes exact their revenge. Rope bondage and a crazy single ankle suspension start the guys on a long afternoon of pain, humiliation and penetration.

Sativa rubs one out on mini’s face while Harmony milks euros hard cock, then they leave them staked out on the hillside. The boys finally pony up and present their asses, and while mini is expertly fucked with Harmony’s strap on, euro takes a painful ass stretching at the hands of the lovely Sativa Rose. ]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-harmonyminisativa-rosejudastotaleurosexstevo/feed/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-claire-adamsrick-hunt/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-claire-adamsrick-hunt/#comments Wed, 25 Oct 2006 04:00:00 +0000 webmaster@meninpain.com Uncategorized http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-claire-adamsrick-hunt/
Claire Adams is back and brings her sexy, commanding presence to bear on her hapless victim, rick hunt. She starts by tightly tying him on the basement floor and fucking with his head interrogation style. It seems there simply are no right answers, because she just keeps smiling and electrocuting his thighs, ass and the tip off his cock while he cringes at her feet.

Claire ramps up the bondage and works him over with a whip before fucking him in the ass and making him deliver the answers that she wants to hear. Her commanding voice has him sputtering and pleading until she has heard enough of his pathetic whining and she puts his hard cock through a glory hole too be milked by a fucking machine while she entertains herself with the controls.

Claire truly is a master of verbal humiliation and mind game, and combined with her bondage and S/M skills, she once again delivers the goods! ]]>
Claire Adams is back and brings her sexy, commanding presence to bear on her hapless victim, rick hunt. She starts by tightly tying him on the basement floor and fucking with his head interrogation style. It seems there simply are no right answers, because she just keeps smiling and electrocuting his thighs, ass and the tip off his cock while he cringes at her feet.

Claire ramps up the bondage and works him over with a whip before fucking him in the ass and making him deliver the answers that she wants to hear. Her commanding voice has him sputtering and pleading until she has heard enough of his pathetic whining and she puts his hard cock through a glory hole too be milked by a fucking machine while she entertains herself with the controls.

Claire truly is a master of verbal humiliation and mind game, and combined with her bondage and S/M skills, she once again delivers the goods! ]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-claire-adamsrick-hunt/feed/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-harmonyminisativa-rosejudastotaleurosexstevo/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-harmonyminisativa-rosejudastotaleurosexstevo/#comments Wed, 18 Oct 2006 04:00:00 +0000 webmaster@meninpain.com Uncategorized http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-harmonyminisativa-rosejudastotaleurosexstevo/
Mini is tied up in the back of Euro’s speeding truck, kidnapped and desperate, when the truck’s failing motor strands them in the remote, sun scorched hills. Their situation looks up when they happen upon a secluded garage run by two beautiful, friendly women. But, as our boys are about to learn, good fortune is often short lived.

The guys wake up tied, hooded and helpless, their cocks stretched as the two sadistic women interrogate, kick, stomp, smother, torment and tease their resistant captives.

Forced labor follows, starting with plugs in the hobbled bitch-boys’ asses, canes, and ridiculous demands as the women relax and splash cool water on their naked bodies. Sweating and filthy under the hot sun, the men struggle as they are dunked in dirty barrel water, talked down to, overpowered and humiliated.

Fed up with their insubordinate attitudes, the women teach them the meaning of obedience and humility as they brutally fuck their asses in a very hot two girl strap-on scene. Ridden hard and put away wet, the boys are left to twist in the sunset as the ladies plot their next day’s work… ]]>
Mini is tied up in the back of Euro’s speeding truck, kidnapped and desperate, when the truck’s failing motor strands them in the remote, sun scorched hills. Their situation looks up when they happen upon a secluded garage run by two beautiful, friendly women. But, as our boys are about to learn, good fortune is often short lived.

The guys wake up tied, hooded and helpless, their cocks stretched as the two sadistic women interrogate, kick, stomp, smother, torment and tease their resistant captives.

Forced labor follows, starting with plugs in the hobbled bitch-boys’ asses, canes, and ridiculous demands as the women relax and splash cool water on their naked bodies. Sweating and filthy under the hot sun, the men struggle as they are dunked in dirty barrel water, talked down to, overpowered and humiliated.

Fed up with their insubordinate attitudes, the women teach them the meaning of obedience and humility as they brutally fuck their asses in a very hot two girl strap-on scene. Ridden hard and put away wet, the boys are left to twist in the sunset as the ladies plot their next day’s work… ]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/starring-harmonyminisativa-rosejudastotaleurosexstevo/feed/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/bondage-xxx-story/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/bondage-xxx-story/#comments Tue, 15 Aug 2006 14:36:08 +0000 Administrator male domination domination and submission domination sex sexual domination bondage and domination bondage sex bondage story bedroom bondage http://dom-fem.com/weblog/bondage-xxx-story/ On this particular day, I sat down so I could see Kim, I knew her name because she was in my lab clas s, and also in the dorm across from mine. As class started I started watching her, she was wearing a white Polo, light blue jeans, and as she shifted her weight her tits swayed in her shirt. She had dark brown hair, medium length, and big blue eyes . I think she caught me watching, she kind of shot a smile and went back to writing, my dick rising in my pants. After class, Kim came up to me and asked if I had done my lab work, I told her I had, and would be glad to bring it by her room. Later in the day, I went to Kim's room, she was wearing the same clothes as earlier. As we talked, I could see her nipples start to get hard through her shirt. `"are you cold.." I said "no..not really" she said as Kim looked down and started blushing. We talked a little more about class, and then I asked her if she wanted to go to dinner. She said no, "I really would like to, but my boyfriend would'nt like it too much" We started talking about her boyfriend and she told me he was from her hometown, and she went home a lot or he came to campus to see her. She also told me that outside of her roomate she really was'nt friendly with anyone, and that she really would appreciate just being friends, studying together and so on. I said it would be my pleasure. Kim and I studied quite often after that, and got to know each other quite well. About two months later, I got this call at 2:00 am, Kim was on the other side, it sounded as if she was crying. "Can you come over..I need to talk" "Okay I'll be right over" When I got over to her dorm, she was waiting in the lobby, her eyes were red, and her hair a mess. We went into the rec room, sat down on the couch, and then it poured foward. "he broke up with me...he's been dating someone at home" I put my arm around her, and just held her, we continued talking till 4:00 am, I had early class, so I walked her up to her room, kissed her forehead and left. The next day as we were walking home from class, Kim told me to come over and pick her up for dinner. As she walked away from me, I watched one of the best looking asses on campus. I knocked on Kim's door at six, "come in...it's open" As I opened the door, I could'nt see Kim, but as I walked in she was at her desk, working on her face, she was wearing a red silk robe. I sat on the bed, and looked through a magazine. "I'll be all ready in a minute.." she said. I was still looking at the magazine when Kim stood up walked over to me, and slid her robe off, she was wearing a black lace bra, french lace black panties, black garter belt, and black stockings, we had once talked about how much this type of outfit turned me on. "you like..I'm all yours..you were so nice last night..you deserve me.." She did it all perfectly, her panties over the garter straps, easy on easy off. "I love it...let me see your ass" Kim turned around, sticking her ass towards me, I ran my hand over the soft material, squeezing the fullness, I gathered the material together, exposing the cheeks of her ass, pulling her backward, kissing and licking each mound. Her legs parted, I ran my hands up her long legs. Kim sat down in my lap, kissed my neck and whispered "don't you like my tits" \Kim ran her hands over her breasts "Uhmm..I love them" I said as my hands covered hers and pressed them into her tits. Kissing her mouth muffling her low moans, I unsnapped her bra in the front, her tits springing foward, they were perfect, small with big erect nipples that stuck out about two inches, curving upward towards the sky. They fit into my hands perfectly, I squeezed and rubbed them, Kim's moans escaping down my throat. I rolled her nipples in my fingers, her ass pressing against my crotch. "I can feel you getting hard under me..uhmm" I moved her hair away from her ear, and licked and sucked her lobe. "uhmm...that feels so good..uhmmm" Kim's hands were around my neck, her whole body arched backward as my hand roamed up and down her. I rubbed her cunt, it was so wet, I brought my hand to my mouth and licked her juices off. "uhmm..you taste sweet..so sweet.." I laid back pulling her with me. Kim pulled my pants down as I took off my shirt. "I've been thinking about sucking you all day..Ummm.." Kim started licking and sucking my dick, she could'nt quite get the whole thing down her throat, but was doing quite a job, jerking up an down with her right hand as she sucked. I pulled her kne es on either side of my head, slid her panties down, looking up at the prettiest pussy I had ever seen. I spread her lips open and licked up and down her slit, finding her clit I sucked it like a single strand of spagehtti, her hips humping up and down on my face. "uhmm...uhmmm..yess..yess.." Kim siad as she continued jerking my cock with her hands. Kim stopped jerking me, as I ate her snatch, she slipped a rubber over my cock. "fuck me..I need you so bad.." I slid out from under her, and as she started to roll onto her back I stopped her, kept her up on all four, and stuck a finger up her snatch from behind, then eased my dick into her, her cunt feeling like a velvet vise-grip, "I'm not going to last long" I said "neither I am I" Kim said as she thrust back taking my cock deeper in her pussy. My fantasy for the last few months was coming true, I took a hold of her garter and started pumping in and out like a piston. Kim was moaning loudly now, and started b iting the pillow to stop from screaming out, I continued pumping her cunt, I leaned over her grabbing her tits, pulling on them, squeezing roughly. My balls slapping against the back of her ass, I spread her beautiful cheeks, watching my cock disappe ar into her cunt This set her off, waves of heat hit my dick, her cunt spasmimg around it. I came immediately, filling the condom to the bursting point. I collapsed on her, and we fell asleep for an hour or so. Whe we woke back up, we kissed lightl y. "I have been attracted to you from the first day we met..but with Tommy around..well you know.." "yeah..I know..but that's in the past..you're all mine now..." ]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/bondage-xxx-story/feed/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/pregnant-domination-story/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/pregnant-domination-story/#comments Wed, 09 Aug 2006 12:28:25 +0000 Administrator lesbian domination female domination story domination and submission domination sex sexual domination bondage and domination bondage sex lesbian bondage bondage story bedroom bondage male bondage bondage slave http://dom-fem.com/weblog/pregnant-domination-story/ Heather awakes with a start and looks at Sally, "whaaa aa you ooooin?" Sally gestures for Heather to be quiet and she feels Heather's palate expander. She then pulls Heather's lips back, which are taut over her brackets and feels Heather's brackets. Like her own teeth were just recently, Heather's teeth are all over the place. There is a thin archwire snaked along the crooked teeth. Some brackets have wire ties and others have rubber ligatures. The plastic "O" is tied in with wire on several brackets. Sally produces a palate key and Heather looks at it with a puzzled expression. Sally holds Heathers jaw with one hand and reaches the other in and opens the palate screw one part of a revolution. Heather lets out a half scream, half loud moan, realizing what is happening. She puts her hands up to her mouth in a defensive position and Sally pushes the "H" button on her remote and says "hands back down". Sally puts the key back in and turns the palate key again. Tears run down Heather's face because of the pain. Sally gives her a mean look and says, "Now you know what I have been going through". Sally throws the covers off and pulls Heather's face to hers and French kisses Heather's open mouth. Heather tries to pull back, but Sally threatens to use the remote. Sally pulls Heather's head toward her breasts. Heather takes Sally's nipple and areole into her mouth and sucks and does the same for the other breast. Sally pushes Heather down to her pussy, "Let me feel those new balls on my clit." Heather obliges and Sally quickly starts moaning, clearly turned on by the whole situation. With Heather's active tongue, Sally continues to come close to climax. Sally grabs Heather's head, forcing her whole face and nose into Sally's vagina. Sally tenses up and screams, squeezing Heather in between her legs. Sally collapses on the bed, pushing Heather away from her pussy. Sally has Heather turn around and they spoon in bed with Sally behind Heather. Sally puts her hand on Heather's breast with one hand, and fondles Heather's chastity belt in the other. Sally drifts off to sleep and Heather laid awake, seriously wanting to orgasm and wishing that she did not have an aching palate. - - - Sally wakes up and fondles Heather's chastity belt some more. She tries to get her finger under the plate and see if there was any way to cheat. She was amazed at the craftsmanship of the belt. She ran her hand near the anus and discovers that there were sharp teeth and two wires which made it impossible to get even a small finger in there. She wonders how Heather ever got the belt clean after taking a dump. Sally asks Heather if she really needs an orgasm, and Heather nods her head emphatically in the affirmative. Sally said maybe she would call and work something out this week. Heather nods and gives a look which clearly says "please!?" - - - Sally goes into Jennifer's room and instructs her to get Bob ready to orgasm. "But wait!" Sally feels Jennifer's braces and finds that she has the same archwire, but mostly wire ties. Her teeth are the most crooked of the three, and her palate is covered by a different device. Written on it are instructions which say to hold the remote button down for one second for a normal expansion, three seconds for a bigger expansion, and 10 seconds for torture. Sally asks Jennifer if the ortho gave her a remote. Jennifer gives a pitiful look and rummages around in her purse to produce a small, silver remote. Sally says, "I can't believe that you didn't give this to me before." Jennifer says "sawwrraa". Sally pushes the button and holds it down. After one second, Jennifer's face changes to a pained look and her eyes open very wide. After 3 seconds, Jennifer is screaming, "aaaahhh, lease sop!!!". Sally lets up on the remote and pulls Jennifer closer to see if she can notice the expansion. A scale on it becomes visible and she can see a couple of lines have been exposed. Sally says, "it looks like it is working, now go downstairs and start on Bob." She hands the key to Jennifer. Heather shakes her head no. Sally says, "Go or else I will have to use this remote again." Jennifer pops up and runs downstairs. Bob is still sleeping and Jennifer pulls down his pajama shorts and unlocks him. She takes him into her mouth, and tears start streaming down her face. Bob becomes erect very quickly and Jennifer pulls off of him and Sally takes over, instructing Jennifer to kiss Bob until Bob he comes. Bob's tongue explores Jennifer's ball piercings and her "O"ring. He is as aroused as he has ever been. Sally takes her braces and lightly touches his penis tip with her brackets. Then she guides his penis tip over her palate expander. Bob moans loudly and spurts into Sally's mouth. Sally locks Bob up and unlocks Jennifer. Jennifer looks even more surprised than she did a few minutes ago. Sally tells Bob to lick Jennifer's now sopping wet vagina. She reeks from having had the belt on for so long. Jennifer starts moaning and writhing. Sally pulls Bob back by his hair and blows on Jennifer's cunt. Jennifer says "llleease inish." Sally pushes "J" on the shock remote and all chances that Jennifer is going to orgasm quickly vanish. Sally puts the chastity belt back on Jennifer and tells her to go to get Heather and fix bacon, eggs, and pancakes. - - - Heather and Jennifer are famished since they haven't eaten anything of substance in several days. They just watch as Bob and Sally eat breakfast. Sally makes the other three take turns giving her a body massage. She says that they are signed up to start a massage class on Sunday afternoons starting next week and that they need to start reading the books that she put in the den. - - - On Monday, the girls get the plastic removed and some springs and headgear installed. The springs go from the canines to the first bottom molars. Sally informs everyone that she is going out of town until Tuesday evening and that the house better be clean. While Bob is napping, Heather and Jennifer clean the house from top to bottom and Heather discovers a key in a box in the closet. She discovers that it unlocks her belt. "Jennifer, come here." The key also unlocks Jennifer's belt. They get dressed. Heather picks up her cell phone and calls the house phone. She lets it ring twice and pretends to be talking to Sally. Bob comes into the closet and asks who called. Heather: "It was Sally. She will be home in 5 minutes and asked that you be ready to receive." Heather hands him the handcuffs and he proceeds to lock himself to the bed, not noticing the chastity belts were off the girls and hidden in a suitcase. Once Bob is locked, Heather puts a blindfold on him and leaves for a few minutes. Heather is very aroused at the prospect of sex once again. She unlocks Bob and takes him into her mouth and her pussy starts dripping right away. She mounts Bob and grinds him in a strong, gyrating motion. Bob starts moaning and Heather starts kissing him. Bob senses from her smell that she is not Sally, but is too overcome with pleasure to do anything about it. They both quickly orgasm after a couple of minutes of heavy grinding. She takes the blindfold off and Bob says, "Where did you find the keys?" "I'll never tell. I am going to leave you in your handcuffs and out of your belt until Jennifer has a turn. There is one key for all of our belts. I guess Sally forgot to take it." After 30 minutes, Jennifer starts kissing Bob on the mouth and massaging his chest and face. As soon as Bob begins to get hard, Jennifer guides his member into her slick cunt. Bob goes longer this time since he orgasmed not too long ago. Heather licks his fingers and tries to arouse him by letting him feel her braces. Jennifer finally orgasms and Bob follows right after. Heather: "This is going to be our secret. I am going to hide the chastity belt key where I found it and you are not going to go looking for it. I will un-handcuff you in a few minutes." - - - Sally was never the wiser when she returned. She purchased a double dildo while she was out and some more handcuffs as well as some other toys. She unlocked the girls that night and they had a threesome while Sally locked Bob up to the bed. - - - A month later, Heather rus from the dinner table into the bathroom. She starts throwing up. This made Jennifer sick, too. She runs to another bathroom. Sally: "I hope we don't get that." Bob: "I hope we don't get it either." After 3 days of sickness, Sally presents the key to the girls and tells them to unlock the chastity belts so they can go to the doctor. She is concerned that they are becoming dehydrated with the stomach virus. The doctor asks what Sally's relation was with the girls and she said she was her aunt. The doctor tells her she could stay and proceeds to tell the girls that they do not have a stomach virus, but are, in fact, pregnant. The doctor senses that this was not a desired outcome and quickly makes himself scarce. - - - No one speaks on the drive home. Sally could not figure out how they got pregnant. When they get home, she orders everyone to their room and she goes for a drive. - - - The next day, Sally answers the doorbell. The boss' goons are directed to the girls' bedrooms. They sit the girls down, and give them a lie detector test. Once they extract the truth, they give the girls a knockout injection and return downstairs. They explained what had happened and that Bob was not a willing participant. Sally says she was still mad that at least he did not tell her. The goons told Sally to remove the chastity belts the next day since the girls were now pregnant and shouldn't be wearing them. The next morning, everyone sits down to a quiet breakfast. Jennifer says, "I can't believe we are pregnant. I am so sorry, but I was hurting for some attention down there. I hope that you can find it in your heart to unlock me again some time after we get over this. I must be getting bigger because the belt seems really tight today. The phone rings and The Boss asks to speak to Sally. Sally says, "uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, and then hangs up." Everyone just stares at Sally the whole time and continues to stare after she hangs up. She leaves the room and comes back with the key to the belts. She tells Jennifer to stand up and pull down her pajamas. Sally unlocks the belt. Everyone gasps except Sally. Beneath the belt is a locked cover that can only be one thing! Jennifer reaches down and runs her hand over the silver disk covering what used to be her vagina. She cannot believe that she is to be forever locked up in a Chastilock 2000!! Sally uses the same key to unlock the cover and Jennifer sticks her finger up into her new "vagina" and though the feeling is pleasurable to her fingers, Jennifer cannot feel a thing in her own vagina. She rubs and then hits and cannot feel a single thing. She runs up to her bedroom, crying. Heather starts crying, too, knowing that her fate is also sealed. "Please take my belt off." Sally unlocks her belt and plate and Heather runs up to her room. Bob: "How are they going to give birth with those?" Sally: "I was informed that they will have a C section. They will carry the babies to four weeks beyond term as extra punishment and the Chastilock will ensure that no premature labor or loss of mucous plug will occur. I had nothing to do with the punishment. I only reported that the girls were pregnant and that I didn't know how or why. They were apparently told to behave and since they did not, this is the prescribed punishment and is out of our control. They will continue to live with us and be our slaves. In the tenth month, we can decide whether they will stay and they can decide whether to put the babies up for adoption or keep them. If they assert that you are the father, then they will be charged with rape. The babies will have different DNA, so the nanites will not be transmitted to them." Bob: "Maybe we can adopt one." Sally: "Maybe, I will have to think about it." Bob: "What are our neighbors going to think when our two college tenants simultaneously become pregnant?" Sally: "I don't know." ]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/pregnant-domination-story/feed/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/wired-pussy-bdsm/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/wired-pussy-bdsm/#comments Sun, 06 Aug 2006 16:12:38 +0000 Administrator lesbian domination domination and submission domination sex strap on domination sexual domination black domination bondage and domination bondage bondage sex lesbian bondage breast bondage rope bondage female bondage bondage slave leather bondage http://dom-fem.com/weblog/wired-pussy-bdsm/ Wired Pussy Placement position : XXX Reviews >> BDSM

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PLEASE JOIN "Wired Pussy" RIGHT NOW! ]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/wired-pussy-bdsm/feed/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/punishing-bdsm-sex-tale/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/punishing-bdsm-sex-tale/#comments Sat, 05 Aug 2006 11:39:28 +0000 Administrator male domination domination and submission domination sex sexual domination bondage and domination bondage bondage sex bondage story bedroom bondage teen bondage rope bondage pantie hose bondage female bondage bondage slave leather bondage http://dom-fem.com/weblog/punishing-bdsm-sex-tale/ I will have obedience from you. And we'll have another lesson together in two weeks." I picked up the bamboo cane and swished it through the air a few times. Sara turned her pretty round face back around and mouthed a silent "please", her eyes already red with tears, her mouth turned down in a woeful lipswell. I smiled back at her, my cock now again fully erect and clearly visible to the remorseful young schoolgirl. I brought the cane down sharply, aiming low, and catching Sara not an inch above the flesh crease dividing her bottom cheeks from her upper thighs.. Sara let out a low gutteral moan and her pale skinned rear mounds compressed and surged as she attempted to defuse the smarting impact of the cane. I struck again, across the fat swell of her upturned bottom. Sara swept her head from side to side, "p.l.e.a.s.e, a.a.h.h.h.o.w.w.w. o.h ......p.l.e.a.s.e !" Sara's bottom was bounding up and down, thrusting her bottom in to the air, and pulling her puppy fat cheeks hard apart, revealing her still shinny anus, with each upward thrust. She turned her head and gnawed her lower lip, her hands clenching in to desperate fists, her hips shifting and tensing as she waited for the next strike. I tapped the cane lightly across the crowns of her milky hillocks, watching the fleshy orbs quiver slightly. I gave her four quick sharp strikes across the middle of her smooth skinned white ass, watching as the red lines of the cane became visible. "Do you want to be a good little girl now Sara, want to behave ?" " Ohhhh, aaahhhhh,....god yessir....." I raised my arm and whipped the back of her bare tomboy thighs with two severe strokes. There was wild protests and Sara's schoolgirl ass did a dance that would have made a bride blush on her honeymoon night. She squirmed over the leather sofa, her ass cheeks quivering and her hips raising and lowering in a lewd dance of pain. I caned high on the back of her legs, then two more across the very bottom of her fat little ass cheeks, and four or five right through the middle of her churning ass. I was using full arm swings now, snapping my wrists at the point of impact, and repeatingly stripping her fleshy young ass with savage cane strokes. Sara was past bounding her ass up and down. She was weeping low and deep within her chest, her ass doing slow rotations from side to side, one knee jammed behind the other. I let the cane fall and sat down in my chair directly behind Sara. Her ass was a mass of welts, some red, some starting to turn a deep purple. The back of her pretty young thighs showed evidience of at least 6 or 8 cane stripes. Her head had fallen forward, and her body was convulsed with deep sobs. I ran my hand across her reddened ass, feeling her flinch at the lightest touch, and felt the heat radiating from her bottom. My cock was standing straight out, its head purple and angry with lust, and it took all of my resolve not to sodomize her again right then. I stood and walked around to oak armoire and swung open the door. The shelves revealed all that a disciplinarian could have hoped to find. I reached in and took the dispenser of liquid soap and a long pencil shaped glass squirt with a large rubber ball attached to its end. Filling the squirt with liquid soap, I again pulled up the chair and sat directly behind Sara's red, upturned ass. I let my fingers trace up and down the inside of Sara's cheeks, and warched as her legs tightened against the leather restraints. "In the mood for some more fun Sara" I teased her as my hand continued to stroke her betwen her plump bottom halves. Sara turned her head, flippng her brown hair across her forhead and looked back. Her eyes were still red, but grew large with fright upon seeing the glass squirt. I gently intruded the soapy tip of the squirt in to Sara's anus, twirling the tip as it first breached her anus. Sara's arms pulled against her restraints, her protests questioning " what is that, what are you doing, aahhhh, pp pp pleassseee... ". I slowly pushed the six inch length of the glass squirt in to Sara's bottom, continueing until only the black bulb remained visiable. Sara's broadened bottom cheeks tensed desperately at the cool depth of the glass squirt , and she turned her head in dismay and disbelief. I pressed the rubber bulb and smiled as I watched Sara's body give an involeentary shiver at the feeling of the cool, soapy slipperiness so deep in her behind. I pumped the bulb two or three more times until I was sure all the liquid urgent had been pumped up young Sara's ass. Sara's anus went quite small and tight as I withdrew the glass intruder, and she compressed her puppy fat ass cheeks in an attempt to avoid disgracing herself. "Feeling a need to use the rest room Sara" I chided her, "better not be rude, I give extra stokes for girls who can't seem to control themselfs during their punishment sessions" I walked around to the front of the sofa, and gently cupped Sara's chin in the palm of my hand and raised her head. In my other hand I held the single tailed leather training whip. I think I have something that will help Sara. I showed her the fine penis shaped whip handle, its girth about seven inches, at its head an elongated sphere about the size of a plum. Sara's face had turned red from the effort to hold her bottom in check, her eyes misty and her breath ragged and comming in small gasps. I walked back to my chair and again sat directly behind the fleshy orbs that had for so long been the material for my night time fantasies. I coated the rounded end of whip's handle and the adjusted knob againsts Sara's vulnerable anus. "Since I'll be taking a half hour break, you get a half hour of this whip handle up your ass. I'm sure it will be a little uncomfortable Sara, but this is something you can remember next time you wonder if you should be obedient or not." Sara flicked her hair back and twisted her firm younf face around. This time there was panic and her large brown eyes were damp with tears. "I must say Sara, I feel a certain peverse thrill in buggering your cute little bottom with the same whip I am going to use in a short while across your naked ass cheeks." I used my first finger and my thumb on one hand to open Sara's bottom cheeks wider and with my other hand I pushed with steady pressure the whip handle positioned against Sara's exposed anus. Sara had been strapped down, her buttocks fully rounded, her young tight anal cleavage pulled wide open. There was shrill mewing from her as the plum headed whip handle slowly crossed the anal ring and nosed its way in to Sara's ass. I grinned, my eyes riveted to the handle of the whip as six inches were ever so slowly pushed up Sara's ass. My erection was as hard as a steel rod, standing straight out from my lap as I sat not a foot behind this young tarts welted and buggered ass. After inserting the handle full measure up Sara's bottom, I spent a few minutes rhythmically buggered her with slow deep thrusts. Sara was streached harder than see ever could have thought possible, her anal ring streached wide against the whip handle, her inside giving off small little bursts of urgency as the liquid soap started working. I watched her strong young cheeks writhering and contorting in a way that looked sexually suggestive, and wondered if I would be able to wait the whole 30 minutes before I gave her a lesson with the leather pony switch, and before my aching cock could replace that lifeless whip in her hot tight ass.. I'll be back in 1/2 an hour Sara......." ]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/punishing-bdsm-sex-tale/feed/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/bdsm-story/ http://dom-fem.com/weblog/bdsm-story/#comments Mon, 10 Jul 2006 11:52:46 +0000 Administrator male domination domination and submission domination sex sexual domination bondage and domination bondage bondage sex bondage story bedroom bondage rope bondage female bondage bondage slave leather bondage http://dom-fem.com/weblog/bdsm-story/ Well, it had worked, she splashed her drink in his face and demanded that he take them off. He ran off shouting something about his eyes, leaving her screaming at him at the top of her lungs. Unfortunately she lost track of him in the crowd and sat down demurely on the couch, not enjoying at all the attention she had attracted to herself. As long as she was just sitting there, the handcuffs seemed to not get in the way very much. It was when she tried to do anything that they really bothered her. She ended up spilling the entire contents of her purse trying to find something she could try to pick them with. There was nothing but make-up, ATM receipts, gum wrappers, and other useless junk. Eventually she gave up and piled everything back into her purse. Three other people sat down on the couch and started passing around a joint. Naturally she joined in. They all thought it was funny to watch her take a drag using both hands and she started making a show of it. She hardly noticed when the joint was gone, along with most of the people in the party, she sat there with the bottle of beer that seemed to appear out of nowhere and waited for that bastard to come back. It was sitting there with her hands on her lap and the various chemicals wafting through her brain that Angie realized that she was getting very horny for some reason. Either that or she had to pee real bad and couldn't tell. No...she was definitely horny. She held the beer bottle tightly between her thighs and squeezed, pushing it against the tight crotch of her jeans. With her arms she squeezed her breasts in on the sides. Quickly she looked around to make sure nobody was watching her. She looked right into the eyes of John, a little bloodshot, since Vodka wasn't very kind to them. She froze. Did he know? "I thought you would have left hours ago." "What, with these on my wrists?" "Everybody's got keys to these. These are those cheapies that they made those belts out of a few years ago." "Well I don't, so I'd appreciate it if you'd get your key and get these off of me." "I've got it in my room." Surprisingly, this wasn't fol- lowed by some sort of sly wink, which caught her off guard be- cause she was expecting one. "On second thought, I'd better not let you out of my sight again." "Right this way." It was a huge house, built of large stones in the 19th century. If there had been a college nearby the place would have been converted into a fraternity house ages ago. Fate had been kinder in that the place was merely shared by a group of grad students. "I didn't know you lived in this house," Angie said as she climbed the stairs. "In the attic. I fixed it up myself." They got up to his room and Angie ooohed with pleasure. "This is really incredible." "Like it? Here, have a seat and I'll get the key." She sat on the edge of the bed. While John shuffled through a drawer, she stroked the light brown wool blanket that covered the bed. Curiously, she found that the contrast between the blanket, her lightly tanned wrists, and the nickle-plated hand- cuffs with the light from the track lighting reflecting off of it was esthetically pleasing. What an odd thought. "Found it." He knelt down and picked up her hands to take off the cuffs. She held his hands and looked into his eyes. "I'm really sorry I threw my drink in your face." "I've suffered worse." Angie actually began to feel guilty for hating him. He had, after all, only been playing around and she built it up into this whole big deal in her mind. Looking at him, Angie realized he was quite handsome, and his hands felt so strong and firm, yet gentle as they held hers. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. He didn't move, and momentarily Angie feared that she had made a horrible mistake. Actually she had, but not the one she was thinking of, as she found out later. He pushed her back onto the bed and laid on top of her, kissing her with a passion that only fanned the flames growing in her loins. She wanted to hold him close, press her body harder against him, but her hands were still chained. Indeed, he had hooked the chain of the handcuffs with his left thumb and was holding her arms above her head. He leaned to one side and with his free hand, began unbut- toning her blouse. She was panting too hard to voice the slight- est protest, she was too aroused. With her arms pinioned above her, and her body helpless under his weight, she could feel his hardness against her mound. She felt exposed, and helpless, and as he began to caress her breasts, she could swear she was about to come. She struggled and squirmed, but only ended up rubbing herself against him harder. Then he began to use his mouth, twirling her nipple with his tongue. She couldn't resist any longer. Hooking her legs around behind his, she ground herself against his cock. She wanted it inside her so badly that she was determined to push it through the two intervening layers of denim. She strained her arms against the cuffs, her chest was heaving when he bit down on her nipple. Her scream echoed throughout the attic room. It was one of combined ecstasy and pain, frustration and release. Angie came hard, and it left her weak and panting. "Oh god...John...Please...fuck me." "I guess you don't hate me anymore then?" "Oh please, don't punish me this way." "How shall I punish you then?" Angie had no idea what John had in mind, but she would do anything now that she was worked up to this peak. "Anything, just do it." She didn't quite catch the comment he made about Pandora's Box, she was too busy trying to catch her breath. While he was messing around with something in the closet, she reached down with her chained hands and unzipped her jeans. She slid them off and onto the floor, along with her soaked panties. She wriggled her way onto the center of the bed with her head on the pillow. Lying there in just an unbuttoned blouse and a pair of handcuffs, she began to play with herself. "Come on, John." Then she heard the jingling sound. She propped herself up on one elbow to see what it was. It took her a moment to figure out what it was, and she wished she hadn't. The jingling was coming from the rings and buckles hanging from this mass of black leather and straps. Then she re-considered. Part of what had turned her on so much was the feeling of helplessness, kind of like being the damsel in distress. She recalled how much she enjoyed it when the boys in her neighborhood played Cowboys and Indians and she got to play the Indian princess who got captured and tied up by the Cowboys, or the Cowgirl who got captured and tied up by the Indians. She had heard about people who were into bondage, but had never even considered what she would do if she actually met one. She even began to wonder if she was one her- self. She began to look towards this encounter with curiosity and anticipation. If she didn't like it she could just ride it out, but if she did, and she certainly was in a receptive mood, she would be in for an incredible experience. Anyway, she couldn't run screaming from the house in her current state of affairs. She put on a sultry look. "What are you gonna do with all the hardware, big boy?" It wasn't Mae West, but she tried. "That is for me to know, and you to find out." "I'm not entirely sure I want to find out." Actually she did, but she couldn't give in that easily. "What's that all for?" "I'll tell you as I go along. But first, I'll have to take those off." He was referring to both the handcuffs and the blouse. "Hey, that's no fair, you're still dressed." "You're in no position to complain my dear, Nya ha ha ha," he said, twirling the end of an imaginary mustache. Angie couldn't help but laugh. She kissed him. "Okay, I'll try." John removed the handcuffs and she slipped off her blouse. She noticed the deep lines on her wrists from the hard steel, and she started to rub them. "Give me your hands, I have a cure for that." What he actually had were leather wrist cuffs. They were fairly wide, about three inches, and held closed by two big silver buckles. There was a large ring hanging from a D-ring attached to them, and it was pretty obvious to her what it was for. Compared to the cuffs, these were actually comfortable. They fit tightly, exactly against her skin, but they conformed to the shape of her wrists. Then he produced a pair of ankle cuffs that were exactly the same, only heavier. "This is getting interesting. You're turning me into quite the proper slave girl, aren't you?" She held up one hand and rocked it back and forth. The rings jangled together. "And you don't even need bells..." She put her hand on his thigh and then slid it higher. She felt his hardness return. "Take me...Mas- ter." This role was easy to slip into, and it made a very inter- esting game. "You take me," he said, leaning back on the bed. Angie took her cue instantly, getting down on her knees and taking the shoes from his feet that were hanging over the edge of the bed. She peeled off his socks, which were still fresh (He must have taken a shower just before the party, she thought) and massaged his feet. She looked up at him, and met his eyes, and without break- ing her gaze away from his, began kissing his toes. He patted the space beside him on the bed and she was there, nestled under his arm, running her hand across his chest. The ring caught and jingled on each of his buttons, so she started unfastening them. She pulled aside his shirt and gazed at his chest. If she had seen him without a shirt this summer when he was getting this tan, she would have been dating him already. His skin was so smooth and perfect, hairless, except for a thin ring around his nipples (Why do men have them anyway? She won- dered as she ran her fingers across them one by one) and the curly wisps coming up to his navel from below his belt. His belt was her next target. She unbuckled it, unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped the fly, and slid her hands down so that she could pull down his jeans and briefs together. Fortunately he gave her a hand by putting his feet up on the bed and lifting his hips. She nearly gasped at the sight of his perfectly defined stomach muscles. How could he find time to study while he kept his body in such great shape? Throwing the pants to the floor, she looked upon what she had unveiled. From her experience, she could tell that this was a better than average cock. Men always claimed to have more, and he was certainly below some of the exaggerations she heard, but when compared to the reality, this was something special. She could wrap both of her hands around it, and still have plenty of it left to suck, which was exactly what she did. He let out a grunt, and she could feel the muscles tensing in his crotch, so she stopped. That ought to fix him, she thought, make him want me, now. It did, John grabbed her and pulled her to the bed, kissing her and stroking her tongue with his. He pinned her arms above her head, and then she realized that he was actually hooking ropes from the posts of the bed through the rings. She started to pull, but it was too late, he was already tightening the ropes to her legs. She was spread completely out. He remounted the bed, poised himself above her, and paused. "umm..." "Pill," she blurted out, trying hard not to lose the mood of the scene. "Right," he said, and guiding himself with one hand, slid his cock with excruciating slowness into her flooded vagina. She pulled against the ropes and moaned. Arching her back and shak- ing her head from side to side. He penetrated her to the fullest, and she gasped with her eyes wide open, and flopped back down on the bed. John began stroking in and out, varying both the tempo and length. It was too much for Angie. She strained and pulled, she was breathing so heavily that she could hardly manage a low scream that was more like a VERY loud moan. "Aaaarrrrrh!" John was coming, and stroking very quickly. Angie was just on the brink, and when she felt those contractions as his sperm came spurting into her, she went over the edge. Angie came even harder than before. John collapsed on top of her, without withdrawing. They were both panting and sweaty. The two just laid there for a while to catch their breath. A few minutes later, John climbed off the bed, and surveyed the spread form of Angie on the bed. Sweat glistened on her heaving breasts. Her closed eyelids were still darkened with arousal. Her clenched fists strained against the leather and relaxed. Angie opened her eyes and looked up at him. "That was absolutely incredible," she said dreamily, "But, could I get up now?" "Maybe," John smiled. Quickly, he went to the closet and returned with a few padlocks and a length of chain. First he connected the chain to her ankle cuffs with two locks, and then, with the third, he connected her wrists. Angie watched the whole proceeding with a bemused expression on her face. "I assume, then, that you mean to keep me around...." "Let's just say I've had my eyes on you for a long time, and I've always fantasized about making you mine." "Mmmm, keep doing this to me and you'll get your wish. But right now, I really have to go to the bathroom." "Well, there's one downstairs...." She looked at him in- credulously. "...but there's another right around there behind the wardrobe." "Thanks," she said as she hopped off the bed. The chain rattled loudly on the hardwood floor. While she was gone, John made preparations for what he hoped she would agree to next. Angie rattled back in to the bedroom just as John finished untangling the pride of his collection. "What is that?" she said, pointing with both hands (As if she had a choice). Hand- cuffs, ropes, and even leather shackles she could understand, but what was before her eyes now, she couldn't even guess what part of the body it was for, let alone how it went. If that long cylindrical thing was supposed to be some sort of dildo, where did her legs go? "I think I'm in over my head." "No, but you will be...." "Wait, this is going a bit too fast for me." "I'm sorry, I guess I was getting carried away. I've always had a passion for this sort of thing, and with you it seemed like a fantasy come true. I'm sorry if I've scared you. If you want to go, I'll let you." Angie looked at him. He looked much better to her when he was in control. "Look, it's not that I'm scared....well, I am, sort of, but I've really enjoyed this so far, but I just need to know were it's going to end up." John visibly brightened. "You have? I've never met anyone before who shared my interests." "Well, I don't know exactly if I do, but I think I might. I just want to understand what I'm getting into." "Well this..." John said, holding up the head harness. They laughed. "But seriously, ordinary sex just never really did it for me. The bondage, when I did it to myself, just concentrated everything, and made it so much more intense. When I could do it to a woman, I knew the pleasure she could experience, and it thinking of it just charged the experience for me. The trouble was, usually that wasn't the case." "Well, I can tell you, that experience was certainly over- whelming for me. I felt helpless, but I wasn't frightened...too much. And you're not too bad at the ordinary sex part." "Comes from reading Mom's Cosmopolitan when I was a kid." There was a pause. "Do you think you'd like to try it again." "I guess, I'm not sure when I've got a free night." "It's Saturday, do you have anyplace you have to be tomor- row?" "You mean now? I need to think a bit." Once she had firmly banished the thought that anything could go wrong, she agreed. "Now what exactly is this thing." "Come here and I'll show you. This part goes in your mouth...." When that last buckle had been buckled, Angie was kneeling on the floor. The gag harness filled her mouth, and the attached blindfold blocked out all light. The harness had a strap that went under her chin, and that, combined with the stiff posture collar held her head completely immobile. John had also placed a belt with rings on it tightly around her waist and locked both her wrists and ankles to it. A long strap encircled her elbows and then wound around her chest below her breasts. Another strap was cinched just above them. Two more secured her ankles to her thighs. And finally, her nipples protruding between the straps got a pair of clamps. Those worrisome thoughts began clawing at the back of her mind again. John stepped back and surveyed his work again. Angie was more suited to bondage than any of the women in his collection of magazines. He had taken care to make sure her black hair cascad- ed over the straps of the harness instead of being trapped under them, so it looked like something she might have put on herself, like it was meant to be there for a long time. "It's done," he announced. He watched her shift a little bit in her bonds, testing them. God, he was harder than ever. John reached down and began gently stroking himself as he walked around her. Angie knew he was moving and tried to face him, but between the blindfold and the rest of the bondage, the effort was pointless. John started the VCR, pulled on some clothes and left the room. Eventually Angie became aware that John had left. She began to struggle. She breathed deeply and strained against the straps across her chest, but that only tightened the loop about her elbows. She tried to reach the buckles of the shackles, but they were just beyond her fingertips. She squirmed and twisted, but John had bound her too well. The sensory deprivation was getting to her too. She couldn't see, there was nothing to hear except the creaking of the leather as she struggled and her own desperate breathing. The prod of the gag was soaked with her saliva. She bit down, but the leather-covered foam was too resilient. It seemed like hours. Finally she settled down, resigned that there was nothing that she could do. (This is where our story began). After what seemed like another eternity, she began to worry again. What if something had happened to John? She could die bound up like this! She had to escape! Her furious struggles left her lying on her back, after thumping her head on the floor. She heard someone coming up the stairs and she froze. Who was it? When the hand began caressing her breast, she decided it had to be John. "I hope you haven't been waiting too long," he said, "I just took about half an hour to clean up party debris." That was only half an hour! But her nipples were burning in the clamps, and all those thought that had been racing through her mind....still, the sensation of being touched again, after what had seemed such a long time was so intense. Then, he lifted her onto the bed. A surge of sensation hit her as he unclamped one of her breasts and began massaging her nipple with his tongue. It was as if her entire being were concentrated in that one point. The rest of her bound body slipped away from her attention, with the exception of the prod in her mouth. The Harness/Gag/Blindfold had held most of her attention when she had first been bound. The sensation of having her head tightly encased in stiff leather was new and startling to her. The way the prod was irremovably held in her mouth emphasized that her head was IN the harness. It was very difficult to put in to words the sensation of confinement that device gave her. Of course, now it was annoying because she was starting to pant, and the strap under her chin kept her teeth tightly clamped around the prod. Where had John learned his technique? Most men tend to spread their attention around, playing a little bit with one breast, then perhaps nibbling an ear, then moving on to another area, without leaving any one of them completely satisfied. John was still kissing and caressing her one free breast. Angie was getting so aroused she wanted to scream, but all she could manage was a raspy hum. She squirmed on the bed, but John kept nibbling on her breast. Then he surprised her. Unnoticed until he struck, John had taken the clamp he had removed from her nipple and suddenly snapped it on Angie's in- flamed clitoris. She tried to kick, but the straps around her thighs prevented that. She couldn't reach either, because of the leather shackles on her wrists. All she wanted to do was remove that clamp, and she couldn't. She groaned in pain and frustra- tion. "Oh, you don't like that. Let me kiss it and make it feel better." John knelt on the floor, removed the clamp, and buried his face between Angie's shackled feet. He sucked hard on her lips and clit. He penetrated her deeply with his tongue. He even blew lightly on her vagina, the cooling air shocking her nether regions. Finally, John decided he was ready, and stripped off his jeans. This time he penetrated her rapidly, and Angie's entire body shook. John pumped as fiercely as he could and within moments, Angie came, her scream finally making it through the leather than had silenced her. John, however, wasn't finished and kept stroking madly. Angie began to feel the tide rising within her again. As their rhythm reached its fevered peak, they both came explosively. After he had cleaned himself up, John began gently removing the bonds from Angie's body. Her knees were cramped from being held so tightly for so long, and she was sweaty and sore all over. But it was a good kind of sore. John accompanied her to the shower, and they took turns scrubbing each other's backs, and fronts.... In the morning, Angie awoke in John's bed, but John was nowhere to be found. She got up, but the chain she discovered around her ankle kept her from getting out of the bed. A folded note on the nightstand said "Stay put." She laughed. She began to speculate on whether or not she'd be at any of her classes on Monday, and then she remembered that Monday was a school holiday.... ]]> http://dom-fem.com/weblog/bdsm-story/feed/