Feminine Domination

Messing With Her Insides

2012-01-27T21:31:00.000-08:00

Janice woke slowly as if from a deep sleep. She had no idea where she was, why she was there, or even what time of day it was. As she concentrated harder, she tried to remember the day of the week... was it Friday? Had she been to work today?

She rolled over and immediately became aware that something was wrong. Her arms were tied behind her back tightly at her wrists and elbows, and her legs were strapped with her knees bent ankle to thigh in a frogtie. Her mouth was packed tight with cloth, stretching it wide and tape held the cloth packing in place. Great, she thought. Someone kidnapped me. Her restraints carried all the characteristics of someone experienced in bondage.

The room was dark and it wasn't possible to see very much. The floor was hard and cold. Concrete. What little light illuminated the room came from some cracks in very small windows near the ceiling. The room was large and mostly empty.

Janice began to struggle against the ropes as her mind sharpened. Her large breasts squashed against the floor as she rolled onto her stomach. Wriggling, she realized the ropes were not only tight, they were digging into her flesh. Struggling was just causing them to dig deeper and she would soon be bleeding.She stopped for a moment and took stock of her situation.

She had been drugged. She didn't remember where or when, perhaps because of the drugs. She was naked and felt the hard cold floor beneath her skin. Her arms were cramping and a little numb with a dull ache, so she knew she had been tied up for some time. Who ever had done this was good. She was nowhere near home, the building was obviously the basement of an old industrial complex or something similar. If she could scream, it was likely no one could hear her.

She tried anyway. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she made as loud a noise as she could in spite of the gag. The muffled scream echoed a little against concrete walls, but was weak. Screaming would be of no help. Working the restraints wouldn't work, the tie job was too good and she would only hurt herself.

Just as she was settling in for a long wait, a door opened above and a dim light illuminated a stairway. The silhouettes of two women could be seen entered and then walking down the stairs. One was medium height, wearing tight jeans and a T top, and had short brown hair. The other one was taller, had more curves and long black hair.

Jenn. And Jackie. Janice began to worry a lot harder. She had had run ins with these two lesbians before, and they didn't play nice. Their last meeting had not ended well for Janice, and afterward she had shot off her mouth quite a bit, issuing threats and insults. She looked up at Jenn standing over her as Jackie turned on a light. It was a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling, and it illuminated the bare, gray basement.

"Hi, Janice. How are you? Do you remember how you got here? No? That's OK. It doesn't really matter, does it? What really matters is what we are going to do to you, and how you react to it." Jenn spoke slowly and clearly, one hand stroking Janice's pretty face as if she were in love. Perhaps she was, in a way.

"Mmmpfffpphpfffff!!!" cried Janice, staring up at the goth lesbian bitch above her. She wriggled a little against her bonds.

"Let's give you a chance to help yourself now. I am going to take the gag out, but you have to promise not to make tooooo much noise. No one is going to hear you but us, but hey -- spare us the hysterics, OK? Besides, if you want to scream, we will have to give you a real reason to scream, then." Jenn looked down at Janice's face with a sort of bizarre kindness. Janice stared for a moment and then nodded her head in understanding.

As Jenn unwrapped the tape that held the gag in, Janice observed more. Jenn was wearing her typical leather skirt and black top. Seven earrings dangled down from each ear, and a silver star pendant hung from a chain around her smooth white neck. Janice couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. She always did like Jenna, at least physically. Maybe a little too much. As the last bits of tape came off, Jenn pulled the gobs of cloth out of Janice's mouth. Janice flexed her jaw a bit and then reached up to nuzzle Jenn's nearby neck.

"Jenn, dear. Let's let bygones be bygones. I really think we could have some fun together, you and I. And Jackie, of course." Janice glanced back at the image of Jenn's girlfriend standing behind her. Jackie was an exceptionally pretty, short haired lesbian with muscles and a few tattoos peaking out of her tight fitting clothes. Janice would actually not mind sleeping with either, or both of the two girls. It was preferable to whatever Jenn had in mind, at least.

Jenn leaned over and gave Janice a slow, deep kiss while at the same time reaching her hand down and caressing one of her breasts. When the kiss ended, Jenn finished the caress with a hard pinch of Janice's nipple, causing her to let out a little squeal of pain.

"God, it so turns me on to see you hurt." Jenn was a sadist, and it caused a pang of fear deep in Janice's gut. Jenn's hands were continuing to explore Janice's naked body, but Jackie was getting impatient.

"Jenn, let's get going. You want to see her squirm, so do I. Unless you just want to fuck in front of her like we did before." Jackie's soft voice belied her hard attitude. She was submissive to Jenn, but had no sympathy or allegiance to anyone else.

"Yeah. Let's start." Jenn stood and turned on the lights in the concrete basement. A single harsh light from an uncovered light bulb revealed the concrete walls and mostly bare room. There was a table nearby with a few items on it, and the wooden staircase. The room was dusty and cracked, old and run down, except for a rather new mattress just a few feet away from where Janice lay on the hard concrete.

Jackie moved to the side and unhooked something from the wall. Twisting around so she could look up, Janice saw a hook descending from a pulley attached to the ceiling. Jenn grabbed it and then pushed Janice over, placing the hook under the ropes that bound Janice's wrists. Moments later Janice felt her arms being pulled upward; she was being pulled up into a strappado position. Her thoughts flew as the pain in her shoulders set in and her body lifted from its prone position on the floor up to a semi vertical one. When all that was left supporting her was her knees, the rope stopped ascending.

"Please... Jenn... this is going to wrench my shoulders out of their sockets. Please let me down!" Janice begged and moaned as she felt the muscles strain on her shoulders and cramps crossing her shoulder blades.

"Shutup. It will hurt, but if you start bitching about this, we will lift you up the rest of the way and you really will have something to cry about. Not that you will have the breath to do it." Jenn was putting something together at the table at the side of the room as she talked. Having completed assembling whatever it was, she turned and walked back over to where Janice was painfully dangling, some of her weight minimally supported by her frogtied knees and some on her shoulders and arms behind her back.

Jenn walked around behind the tortured naked girl and knelt down. Jackie moved next to her and the next moment, Janice felt two hands grab her buttocks and force them apart. She grunted and cried out at this violation, "Ahgg... ahh... owwwwww..."

Janice felt something cold and hard pressing against her anus. It was a metal butt plug, a rather large one, and it wasn't giving an inch as Jenn pushed into Janice's rectal opening. The smooth metal separated and spread the sphincter muscles, creating the intense sensation of violation with something foreign, as well as the sensation of a huge and painful bowel movement. Just when Janice thought the pain was going to make her beg for mercy, the plug narrowed suddenly and her sphincter tightened on the narrow neck of the plug, holding it firmly in place.

"Good job, Janice!" Jackie reached around and pinched Janice's right nipple, hard. Her natural breasts were rising and falling with her strained breathing from the severe position. The plug was large enough to make Janice feel like she desperately needed to relieve herself, but was narrow enough to prevent any accidental or intentional expulsion of the metal insertion.

Jackie stood and went to the side of the concrete room; Janice heard water running for a while, as if something was being filled. When she turned back around, Jackie had a large enema bag filled to its maximum.

"Oh... god.... no, please, oh please, no..." Janice did beg now, as she realized what was about to happen. She had enjoyed some enema play before and knew that while it could be pleasurable, it could also deliver nasty cramps, pains, and a large enema could hurt horribly. And the bag Jackie held was not just large, it was huge.

"Oh, yes dear, yes..." Jackie leaned down and kissed the bound, naked girl on the cheek as she caressed her tits. She then gave Jenn the bag, which was attached to a long tube which was in turn attached to the butt plug firmly implanted in Janice's ass. Jenn then rose and stood in front of Janice, and began to slowly strip. Janice watched as Jenn removed her top and bra, exposing perfect breasts that she had always wanted to suckle. In spite of her painful position, Janice felt the desire welling up within her. Her knees scuffed on the concrete floor, and her thighs shook from the strain, her head jutted out toward Jenn and her breasts were thrust out by the strappado.

When Jenn was naked, she knelt down in front of Janice, taking the rubber tube from Jackie and holding it close to Janice's face. "Now dear. Tell me you love me; tell me how much you desire me. Tell me that you want to make love to me."

"Jenn, I..."

Jenn clicked open the small metal clasp which kept the tube closed, and water rushed down from the bag and into Janice's bowels. Jenn smiled at the look in her eyes as she felt the cold water suddenly flooding her large intestine. "OH! OH... My God.... " Janice began to look worried as the feeling spread in her lower abdomen.

"Jenn, I love you. Please, I want you, I have always told you that, and I want to make love to you. Please, don't fill me. Please stop this now and I will make you so happy, I will pleasure you any way you want!" Janice continued to beg as the water continued to fill her insides. Jenn made no move to stop the flow until she saw Janice wince from the first cramps that formed as her large intestines filled and began to distend.

One hand touching Janice's stomach to feel the distention, the other reaching behind her head to draw her face close, Jenn kissed Janice softly, tenderly, but demanding a response. Janice did her best to kiss back, opening her mouth and accepting Jenn's tongue inside. She really did want Jenn, she always had, though she had always fantasized about being the dominant one.

As they kissed, Janice heard a slight click and felt more pressure in her bowels. Jenn had released the clasp again, allowing more water to flow through the butt plug. Cramping began again, much worse this time, and Janice broke the kiss and groaned from the pain. "Ohhh.... aaahhhhhhhhh nooooooo..... ohgodohgod...fuck.... ahhhhh!!!!!"

At a nod from Jenn, Jackie began lowering the rope behind Janice, slowly releasing the strappado and easing Janice's nude and shaking body to the ground. The two girls rolled Janice onto her back, her bound arms underneath her and pushing her hips up into the air as if she was begging to be fucked. Her frogtied legs spread wide and the hose from the enema bag slid between and disappeared under her.

"Make me cum, Janice, dear," Jenn whispered into her ear. "Give me an orgasm, give me pleasure as you experience the pain I give you. Then I may consider releasing you."

Janice lay whimpering, a bound writhing bundle of sensuous naked flesh, and Jenn spread her legs, kneeling over Janice's face and looking down at her distended, full belly. The water was almost completely gone from the bag now, and Jackie was squeezing the last ounces out and down the tubing. Slow, Jenn lowered herself over Janice's face until her pussy lips came down over Janice's nose. She stopped, demanding that Janice raise her head to service and pleasure Jenn's genitals as they presented themselves just within reach.

Janice began working Jenn's pussy for all she was worth. Her tongue moved expertly over the lips of Jenn's cunt, tasting the juices and spreading the flesh apart. Delving in and moving back and forth, she felt Jenn begin to react by moving her hips back and forth, up and down. The pain her Janice's bowels was fading in and out like the worst diarrhea she had ever had, but she knew she would have no relief until she had service Jenn to her satisfaction. And so she continued to lick, delve, suck on Jenn's cunt.

As Jenn approach climax, she lowered herself down until she sat firmly on Janice's face, cutting off the air by smothering her nose and mouth with her soft cunt flesh. Janice struggled as best she could, but could simply writhe underneath Jenn's body. Jenn in turn reached forward and pressed on Janice's swollen stomach. A muffled cry of pain rose from Jenn's pussy. The combination of knowing she was causing Janice horribly cramping pains, the sound of her cries, and the direct stimulation of lips on her clit, brought Jenn to a noisy and ecstatic orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck, yes, fuck FUCK yes. FUCK...."

As the orgasm faded, Jenn slowly rolled off of Janice letting her breathe in huge gasps. After they both recovered some, Jenn returned to kiss and lick her juices from Janice's face. Janice was wriggling, straining against her bonds as she moaned and whimpered in pain from the liquid that distended her belly and cramped her insides.

"Please, now, Jenn, can you please let me go? The pain is getting bad. I need to let this stuff out, please... god..." Janice began to cry. Jenn kissed the tears on her cheeks as she fondled her firm but large breasts.

"Let's get out of here, or do something else to her. I am getting bored. You got off on her but I need some satisfaction." Jackie was getting impatient.

"Janice, listen to me carefully." Jenn was speaking low, nuzzling the poor girl's ear as she spoke. "We will leave now, but we are going to do one more thing to you. You get to choose what it is, OK? Listen now, here are the choices."

Janice looked at Jenn's pretty face with fear as she nodded and waited."

"We have a catheter here. We can catheterize you and fill your bladder before we go. I imagine that would be fun for us, but painful for you. Or.... we can fill you with another bag worth of enema. That might actually do a little damage to your insides. It might be fun to find out and see you squirm while it was happening. Jackie might even want to sit on your face for a bit while that was going on. Or.... third..."

Janice was crying harder than ever; the 27 year old girl had reached a breaking point of desperation as she lay listening to options that were painful at best, and fatal at worst.

"So... third. We can fit you with a chastity belt. A nice leather one that has a lock on it. It will keep those sex urges you are famous for in check for a little while. Leather you might be able to eventually saw through and get free. What do you say?"

Unable to face anything more that might mean added or prolonged pain, quickly chose. "The chastity belt. Please. Quickly."

"Hmmm... are you sure?" Jenn smiled but then stood as Janice nodded her head violently.

Jackie produced the simple two piece leather belt. Slipping it under Janice's waist, the belt fastened over her stomach, high above her hips. A center strap trailed down from her stomach, then between her legs and up tightly over her ass to buckle securely behind her back. Jackie tightened it and was just locking the buckles into place with a small padlock when Janice realized what was happening.

"NNNOOOOOO!!!!! Don't lock the butt plug in!!!! I need to shit so baaaaad!!!! Please, no! Don't do this, please, please......" Janice's cries slowly deteriorated into sobs as the ass plug was securely locked into place. The enema which was causing her so much discomfort and pain was now locked in as well, and she was unable to expel any of the liquid that had distended her stomach as if she was in the early stages of pregnancy.

"All right dear. We are going to leave now." Jenn kissed Janice on the cheek once more, licking the salt tears off as she did. Jackie produced a heavy hunting knife and started cutting the ropes that had held Janice's legs in the frogtie. When her legs were free, Jackie cut the ropes restraining Janice's arms, and then stepped with Jenn over to the stairs which led up and out of the stark basement.

"Please, leave the key. You can't do this. I will die if you leave me like this!" Janice was unable to stand because of cramps in her legs, but she crawled to the bottom of the steps and tried to pull and push the tight chastity belt from her waist.

As she climbed the stairs, Jenn called out, "You clothes are in the room just above. It is about 7 miles to your house, and if you get moving you can be home in a couple of hours. Though waddling with full bowels and that chastity belt might slow you down a bit. I am sure that you will be able to cut through the leather and get that enema out of you sometime before tonight. Probably. I think."

Janice was crawling up the stairs behind them, her breasts naked and swaying beneath her as she swore at Jenn and Jackie. The two girls looked back and threw kisses as the slut below them. The last that Janice heard as they left was Jenn calling out, "Until next time, Janice!"

Dominatrix

2011-12-09T20:49:00.000-08:00

He stood outside her front door. His stomach was in turmoil, making a mockery of the term "butterflies in your tummy". It was more like someone had ripped his entrails out, tied them into knots, and then shoved them back in. He was not nervous, he was scared.

He had dreamed of being taken by Mistress Anna. She was famous for being the most beautiful, most sensual dominatrix for hundreds of miles. She was also the youngest. She was a lifestyle domme, not one of those women that partied for a bit of fun on the occasional weekend or took money to slap you with a riding crop.

Mistress Anna also had a reputation for being exceptionally cruel. Rumors of her rather hard style had come to him, and attracted him. Disgusted by the wimpish dominants he had experienced during his last year of exploration, her reputation had immediately attracted him and caused him to seek her out.

And here he was. Standing at the front door of the mansion standing alone in the hills. It was far enough away from other residences he was sure no one would hear screams, or see anything. Isolated, private. This was his last chance to back out.

He didn't want to. He wanted to experience real submission, total humiliation and control, domination and pain. It was here, on the other side of the door, within his grasp. His hand rose and he watched with amazement as his finger extended and rang the doorbell.

A minute later, the door opened and the Mistress stood looking at him. She was tall, about six feet; with long black hair and light skin. Her slim body moved with stillness and efficiency as if it was conserving its energy for when needed. Her breasts we perfect, their shape displayed nicely by the tight t-top she wore. Her dark eyes surveyed him for a moment before she spoke.

"Kyle. Come in."

He stepped across the threshold and into a foyer with marbled flooring, impeccably decorated with modern furnishings. As the door closed behind him he turned to look at Mistress Anna once again.

"Remove your clothes and all accessories. Anything on your body that is man made should go in that plastic bin," she indicated a square plastic tub with a lid on a side table. "Watches, rings, glasses, jewelry, everything."

Kyle silently stripped as the dominatrix watched. Her face showed no emotion as he quickly removed everything and placed it in the bin. Moments later he stood completely naked before the tall, unsmiling woman.

"Come with me." She turned and walked into a side door, which led to a wide hallway. As they moved down the tiled hall, Kyle began to grasp just how large the mansion was. They passed several rooms, most with closed doors. The few rooms he was able to catch a glimpse of were furnish in modern style, for various purposes. They passed an entertainment center with a home theater, and what looked like a small library.

At the end of the hall, Mistress Anna opened a door and walked down a few steps into what appeared to be a small annex to the main house. This area was not nearly as finished or elegant as the main living area they had passed. Concrete floors were unadorned, and doors were heavy wood, all closed. She opened a door and revealed a square room glaringly lighted by a single bare bulb overhead. In the center of the room was a heavy square uncomfortable chair that looked unnervingly like an old style electric chair. It even had straps for arms, legs and head.

"Sit down," she said in a tone that was a simple command. It assumed obedience, and Kyle didn't even consider not obeying. He sat in the chair, feeling the uncomfortable hard surface of bare wood and straight back. He became aware of how his penis stood up from between his legs and his face flushed. There was nothing he could do to hide his arousal.

"So, Kyle. You have indicated that you are a submissive. That you wish to be dominated by a woman, apparently by me. Is this correct?"

His voice was dry and broke as he answered. "Yes, Mistress Anna. I desire that more than anything."

"You know that I have no safe words. This isn't a game or play with me. When you submit to me, you are becoming my possession for as long as I desire, and I will do with you as pleases me."

"Yes, Mistress. I want to give up control," he responded, as he surveyed her beautiful face and amazing body. His erection was throbbing, actually bouncing slightly.

"Do you wish me to hurt you?"

He hesitated a moment, knowing that this was serious. "Yes, Mistress Anna."

"Beg me. Convince me that you are worthy of my attention." The dominatrix leaned against the wall casually and waited.

Kyle cleared his throat. "Please Mistress Anna. I have come here because no other dominant has been able to meet my desire to be dominated. I want to be hurt, in whatever way you wish to hurt me. I want to feel the pain of helplessness to your whims. Please... Mistress. Hurt me."

Kyle was shaking and sweating in the cold concrete room as he begged the beautiful woman to take his body as her own, to make him suffer for her pleasure. He looked down at his lap and saw his penis throbbing, a small drop of precum glistening at the end.

The tall dark woman glided over to him and slowly spread her legs as she straddled his lap, facing him. She sat down on his thighs and wrapped her arms around him, leaning her face forward to reach his lips, kissing him. Kyle was shocked at this unexpected move. His cock was rubbing against the denim of her jeans and he could feel his arousal building as her tongue entered his mouth and their saliva mixed. He felt as if he was going to lose control right at that moment.

She broke the kiss. A small smile ran across her face and she rose, stepping back from him.

"Get up, then lay down on the floor, face down."

Kyle did as he was told, laying down on the incredibly hard, cold floor. He lay with his right cheek on the floor, and looked at her shiny leather laced boots before him. One boot rose and pressed down on his head, slowly but with increasingly painful pressure.

"I. Said. Face. Down." She slowly articulated the instruction and then removed the boot. Kyle turned his head so that his face lay directly down on the concrete floor. Mistress Anna moved away, and he listend to her making some sort of preparations in the room. His hardened cock was pressing against the concrete and he had to suppress the urge to start humping the floor.

After a few minutes of waiting, another command was issued. "Sit in the chair again."

Kyle stood and sat back down in the chair. Underneath him, laying on the seat of the chair, was a wooden board. It extended about six inches beyond the sides of his ass as he sat on it, and was positioned under his ass and thighs.

"Spread your legs."

He spread his legs as instructed. The dominatrix used the straps on the legs of the chair to secure his legs in their spread position. She then strapped his arms to the back of the chair. The straps were tight, positioned just below his armpits, and just above his wrists. His legs were secured at his knees and at the ankles. Pulled as tight as possible, the straps cut into his skin and caused him to grunt in pain as she tightened each one. When she was done, he could not move about in the chair at all.

With catlike precision, Mistress Anna produced two items which made Kyle's eyes widen and a shudder ripple through his nude body. First, a hammer. Next, several nails.

"Do you need to be gagged?" The woman asked in a derisive tone.

"As you wish Mistress," he answered.

"I think I would like to hear what kind of Malesong you make," she said, almost to herself.

Reaching under his bouncing, throbbing cock, she roughly took hold of his ball sack and pulled it out. He yelped just a tiny bit from discomfort as she stretched them out and then let them settle back on the board beneath him.

Her long, smooth, thin hand held one testicle in place as the other positioned the nail above it. It was a long nail, with a wide head. The point pressed down on his ball and he began to whimper as he felt a hint of pain. Holding the nail in testicle in place with one hand, she took up the hammer.

Kyle could not watch. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his hands, straining against the straps. With a sudden thwock sound, the hammer came down on the head of the nail, which immediately sliced through the flesh of his scrotum and into the testicle. The pain took just a second to set in, but when it did, a scream seemed to involuntarily erupt from the poor submissive's gut like vomit.

A second hammer blow pushed the nail through the testicle and out the other side of the scrotum. It entered the board placed below him. Malesong reverberated in the hard walled room as Kyle yelled and moaned from the pain. Several more blows made sure the nail was well embedded in the wood below him before Mistress Anna stood and observed the agonized man before her.

Mistress Anna observed the suffering before her and felt the pleasure suffuse her body. It aroused her to see men suffer. She liked to be close to it. She walked around to the back of the chair and slid her hands over his shoulders and down his chest, feeling the muscles contract and struggle from the agony. She thought she might orgasm right then, such was his pain, but she wasn't done. With a sigh, she walked back around to the front of the chair and took a second nail.

Kyle was crying by now, begging that she not impale his second testicle. She didn't appear to even hear his pleas, and simply positioned the nail, pressed down a bit to allow him the hint of new pain that was coming, and savored the male's suffering. Finally, she raised the hammer and with one blow drove the nail through the scrotum flesh and through most of the testicle. Rapidly, she struck the nail head several times, driving it through and back out of his helpless body and deep within the board underneath.

His genitals firmly nailed to the board beneath him, the submissive continued crying, shuddering from an aching pain that now flooded his hips. He looked up and saw his dominant looking at him with a satisfied smile, simply observing him.

Once again, she straddled him and sat on his lap, reaching her arms around him and kissing his lips, now salty from tears. He managed to kiss her back, and his still hard throbbing penis rubbed against the denim of her jeans, between her thighs. He no longer had the urge to thrust and try to climax, as he was nailed securely below, but his arousal was still evident. In spite of the pain.

It was also very clear just how aroused and excited Mistress Anna had become from her submissive's pain. She kissed him, holding her body close to his, trying to feel his pain by pressing close. Finally, she lifted her shirt up over her head, exposing the bare flesh of her upper body which she then pressed against the helpless victim as she kissed him more deeply and passionately.

Finally she rose and slowly unstrapped the miserable submissive. "Get up," she barked.

He slowly rose, taking the board with him. It was positioned behind his thighs, and its weight pulled down painfully on his impaled testicles. As he straightened himself, the board pulled his balls between his legs and behind him, like a diabolically humbler; he immediately doubled over to relieve the pain from stretching and pulling.

Taking him firmly by the hair, Mistress Anna guided Kyle over to one wall of the room. He hobbled after her, trying to minimize the strain of movement pulling his scrotum. With a yank she turned him so he faced away from the wall and his ass pushed up against it. Taking the hammer and nails, she quickly nailed the board to the wall behind him. Once secured, he was essentially nailed to the wall by his testicles. He could not sit, it was painful to stand straight, and while his arms and legs were completely unrestrained, he could not move away from his current location. He stood, hunched over, in this one place, hands covering his groin and hips protectively.

From above, Mistress Anna pulled down a rope from a pulley attached to the ceiling. Forcing his right hand away from his groin, she tied Kyle's hand to the rope; she then repeated the procedure with his left hand and his arms were tied behind his back from the rope hanging from the ceiling. She pulled the rope up slightly to raise his arms up, which further pushed his body forward as the strappado position took hold. Kyle panted from pain, staring at the gray hard floor below him. A bit of drool dripped from his open mouth, but he didn't care, and just watched the small wet patch form beneath him.

Kyle's erection was gone. The agony of being nailed to a wall by his testicles had suppressed his arousal. Mistress Anna reached down and took his penis in hand, and spit on it. Then with a slow, rhythmic motion she began stroking him back to hardness. Within a minute his cock was hard and throbbing again. She continued to stimulate him, stroking with her bare hand, emphasizing the downstrokes, spending time on the sensitive head, pushing and manipulating with her thumbs.

As she masturbated the agonized man, his cries began to renew themselves. His arousal was demanding sperm from his testicles, and the action increased the pain that swathed his lower body. He began making small thrusting movements with his hips, in spite of his position. Steadily, relentlessly, the experienced dominatrix brought Kyle to the verge or orgasm, felt the contractions begin, and then let go. Kyle tried desperately to finish his orgasm and ejaculate in spite of her withdrawal, and had a little success, but not much. There were a couple of weak spurts of semen that dripped onto the floor beneath him and mingled with the saliva that was collecting there, but there was little pleasure. The pain, which was no longer sharp but an extensive dull ache across his hips and stomach, flooded back over him and prevented any real pleasure.

The frustration of the ruined orgasm made Kyle cry out. This pleased Mistress Anna and with a smile, she kissed him lightly on the forehead, patting his head. She then slid her jeans down, and then panties, revealing her perfect naked body. Even in his tortured state, Kyle stared and felt lust gathering inside him at the glorious image of his dominatrix's perfect nudity. He panted and suffered as she sat in the wooden chair before him, sliding her legs apart, clearly revealing her shaved pussy to him. Her fingers slid across her breasts, and then down her naked stomach until they reached between her legs, spreading and probing the soft skin.

She stimulated herself, and he watched, unable to move or approach her, unable to even touch himself as her nipples hardened and her neck and faced flushed. She finally made a small thrusting movement with her hips, grunting and moaning quietly as she stared at her tortured submissive, allowing his pain to help bring her to climax.

After her orgasm her limbs splayed wide and she tilted her head back and looked at the ceiling, listening to the quiet sobs of the male nailed to the wall in front of her.

Suddenly she rose, slid her clothes back on, and without a word left the cell and closed the door. Kyle was left alone with his agony, with know idea how long he might be there or what might happen next.

Applying for a position, Part 3

2011-12-02T19:15:00.000-08:00

The next morning the door opened and Greg blinked at the bright light that flooded in. The silhouette of Miss Emily standing over him reminded him of where he was and what he was doing. He wanted, needed, this woman to become his mistress. Her perfect form stood over him and as he took a position of subservience before her he felt an erection growing. She was so beautiful and so cruel.

"Use your toilet box before coming out," she snapped as she unlocked his chains. "Did you masturbate last night?"

Squatting over the toilet box, he swallowed loudly, stomach cramping from sudden nerves as he slowly decided he had to tell the truth. "Yes, Miss Emily. I couldn't help it."

"What a pathetic loser you are," Miss Emily didn't sound that upset, though her voice had an undercurrent of annoyance. "Absolutely no control over yourself. And you want to be my sub... well. We shall see. First, a little punishment for your disobedience."

Miss Emily took a leash and attached it to Greg's collar. He crawled after her as she pulled the leash, urging him to keep up with her. The collar bit into his neck and he gagged slightly, all the while watching Miss Emily's muscular legs walking before him. He wanted her to touch him with those legs, to touch him with anything. So far, his main rewards had been brief touches of her fingers as she manipulated his bindings. He yearned for her to rub against him, slide her hand over his most sensitive parts even if the purpose was to deliver pain.

They went down the hall and into the darkened torture room that had nearly broken his resolve earlier. There, Miss Siobhan was waiting. She was naked except for an elaborate harness, including headgear with a ballgag and an armbinder which was tied to a post that rose out of a hole in the concrete floor. Apparently, Miss Siobhan was still very much the submissive to Miss Emily.

What Greg noticed most as he was led to a stool in the middle of the room, was the huge strapon cock attached to Miss Siobhan. The straps were fastened very tightly around her thin hips and legs, and the 9 inch phallus stood out and bounced slightly as she wriggled a little to get a more comfortable position.

Greg was quickly bent over and secured to the stool, hands and feet. His legs were spread slightly, his ass presented to both the women. He still had a raging erection which pointed straight down between his legs now that he was bent over.

"Very well, Siobhan, you know how to do this. Don't spare any mercy. I want to hear him cry. I want to see tears."

Greg shuddered a moment as he waited. Miss Siobhan was still restrained and had to work herself over to a good position before pushing the false cock between his buttocks. He cringed at the hardness which pressed between his cheeks and sought his anus, anticipating the increasing pressure and painful penetration.

It happened suddenly. Once positioned properly, Miss Siobhan shoved forward with her hips with all the force she could muster and the dildo ripped open his anus and sank deep inside. The sudden tearing pain made Greg scream and writhe against his bonds, which did not give way. Miss Siobhan pulled back until the phallus was almost completely withdrawn and then shoved again, hard. Greg screamed again, howling in pain. He was sure he was bleeding and torn, and the full nine inches could be felt pressing deep inside him. There was no time to prepare, no lubrication, no relaxation, just vicious thrusting.

Miss Emily walked around to Greg's front and put her hand on his cheek tenderly. She felt the wetness of his tears and sighed with a deep smile of satisfaction as his head and body bounced with each thrust from the woman behind him. Her hands slowly stroked his head, his neck, his arms, and then his back, as if trying to feel his humiliation and pain. As Miss Siobhan continued her rape from behind, Miss Emily leaned over and kissed her mouth passionately. Miss Siobhan did not slow a moment though she kissed back as well as she could with the ball gag in her mouth.

Miss Emily moved her attentions back to Greg, and felt the hard false cock just where it entered his body. She touched his distended anus and then slid her hand down to his balls, and finally his still hard erection. She stroked gently, invoking a sob from Greg as his wildest dreams were realized; the combined pain of being raped by Miss Siobhan, with the touch and stimulation of Miss Emily. The pleasure / pain was quickly building to a climax when Miss Emily called a halt and demanded that Miss Siobhan withdraw. Greg was both relieved that the rape was over, but his cock strained for Miss Emily's hand, the pain itself would have been welcome if he had been allowed release.

Alcohol was produced to disinfect Greg's torn and wounded anus. The stinging shock made him writhe and cry out once again as Miss Emily poured a liberal amount of the liquid between his buttocks. Greg's ass felt like it was on fire, and he could not help but pull and buck against the ropes which held him firmly tied to the stool. When the alcohol dried and the pain subsided, he collapsed on the stool, weak from his struggles. Miss Emily untied him and pushed him down to the ground, where he lay motionless, breathing heavily as he recovered from this punishment.

"Up, you lazy dog!!" Miss Emily's clear voice cut through his foggy brain and jerked Greg back to reality. He stood, spreading his legs slightly apart to help sooth his stinging anus. Miss Siobhan, who had her armbinder removed by this time, attached a tight ball harness with leash and led him out of the dark room and into the living room.

"On your knees! Miss Emily wants the carpet cleaned, and you are to do it! Pick every scrap of dust, every fleck of foreign material up from this carpet until it is completely clean. If you don't do a thorough job, you will be punished. Get to it!" Miss Siobhan seemed delighted with Greg's predicament, and kicked him in the ass, pushing him onto his stomach with an "OOOppphhh".

Greg spent the entire afternoon combing through the carpet, inch by inch, square foot by square foot, making sure it was spotless. He had begun to forget he was naked, and didn't think about his job or life outside of Miss Emily's at all. Mostly, he just wanted to please her, and hoped that if he did well she would touch him. He wouldn't even mind being punished, if that is what was required to feel her touch and relish her attention.

The sun was down and the evening was well advanced when Greg finished acting as a human vacuum. His knees hurt and eyes were strained from crawling around the floor, but he felt he had done a good job. He sat up and saw Miss Siobhan staring at him with a look of disgust. He bowed his head and knelt before her.

"Mistress Emily, what shall we do with this pathetic creature tonight? You promised that I could please you tonight, can I cause him pain? I would delight in making him writhe and suffer for you, my mistress." Miss Siobhan was Miss Emily's confirmed submissive, and addressed her as Mistress, something that Greg deeply wished. He was prepared to do anything to be honored in this way.

"Siobhan, I have my own plans tonight." Miss Emily slid up behind the gorgeous woman and wrapped arms around her supple body. Miss Siobhan turned and reciprocated in the embrace, and before long Greg was observing the two women in a deep kiss, with Miss Emily's hands roaming the naked body of Miss Siobhan. His cock became hard almost immediately, straining and longing for a touch to relieve his pent up desire from seeing the two woman fondling and kissing in front of him.

When they finally broke their embrace, Miss Emily came over to Greg and pushed him down on the ground. She took a plastic zip lock and fastened his hands behind his back tightly. She then grabbed him and lifted him to his feet and guided him to her bedroom. He had never seen this sanctuary, and felt excited, nervous and aroused to be there.

Miss Emily led him to the foot of her bed where a strange post had been inserted and bolted to a hole in the floor. It was a very simple (though sturdy) device that puzzled Greg at first. Miss Emily positioned Greg so that the post was immediately in front of his naked legs. She adjusted its height until the top was positioned at his waist.

With a quick click, Greg's ankles were clamped in place at the bottom of the post with small metal cuffs. He was unable to move his legs at all. Next, Miss Emily grabbed Greg's scrotum flesh, pulling hard on it until his testicles were distended painfully. She pulled his sack of balls up and placed them into a small, curved metal bar at the top of the post. A hinged top piece pivoted over on top of his distended flesh sack and clamped down hard, securing him in place with his scrotum and testicles pulled painfully up. He stood on his toes as well as he could to reduce the pressure and pain, but it still hurt and he moaned, crying quietly as the pain began to slowly increase and spread.

"Ah.... I do love malesong... " Miss Emily commented as Greg made quiet moans of pain in his new position. She then turned to Miss Siobhan and removed the few straps and harnesses that remained on that gorgeous body before pushing her down onto the bed playfully. Miss Emily fell on top of Miss Siobhan and the two kissed deeply, their bodies pressing against each other, arms and legs intertwining and hooking, always in motion. Miss Siobhan groped Miss Emily, hands sliding under her clothes and pulling them apart until slowly, Miss Emily's slim, muscular form was revealed.

Greg stood on his toes, watching has the dominatrix he was coming to desire more than anything in the world made out with a woman, just a few feet in front of him. He couldn't move more than an inch, fastened in the testicle pillory as he was. It hurt, his stretched balls throbbing with pain that was slowly spreading across his hips. The pain he felt seemed somehow a symbol of Miss Emily's desire and passion for her female submissive, used to taunt and cause him mental anguish.

Miss Siobhan was servicing Miss Emily with passion, her head buried deep between the domme's legs. She was making muffled moaning noises as she worked and followed Miss Emily's bucking hips. Miss Emily was making her own, somewhat louder moans of pleasure that were building. Greg watched and yearned to be part of the sensual play before him, his cock hard and eager, but his balls remained clamped in the pillory and all he could do is watch the two female bodies give each other pleasure.

The lesbian love making went on for almost two hours, using every position possible. Greg watched as their hips ground against each other, faces were smothered underneath soft female breasts and pussies, hands and fingers explored orifices just before him. Miss Emily climaxed at least three times, and Miss Siobhan twice. Through all of this, Greg was made to simply watch, and suffer as his balls stretched and his penis ached with desire. Tears dried on his face and his legs felt like they were ready to give out from attempting to lift himself on his toes to relieve the pressure on his testicles.

When the two women had finally reached their final climax and fell asleep in each others arms, Greg remained standing at the foot of their bed, watching them snuggle and sleep. He had almost come to accept the pain in his groin, but his legs were giving out and he began to panic. What would happen if he could no longer stand? He might slide, or fall down with his scrotum still locked in this infernal device. The result would not be pretty. He imagined the damage that could occur were he to suddenly find himself hanging with his full weight from his pinioned scrotum.

He waited. He knew he could not wake or interrupt the sleeping women without being punished. He desperately wanted to meet Miss Emily's expectations and gain her approval, but he was losing control. He needed to pee as well. He began sweating from pain and exertion, his skin slick with moisture.

Finally, Miss Siobhan stirred, and Greg took the opportunity to speak.

"Miss? Miss Siobhan? May I be released? I need to pee, and I don't want to have an accident and soil Miss Emily's bed or carpet. Please, Miss?"

Miss Siobhan looked at him with a sleepily annoyed look. She hated him, he could tell. If it was up to her, she would probably let him fall and be suspended by his genitals, and then laugh at his agony. But, she was also Miss Emily's submissive and had to look out for her mistresses interests.

"Mistress Emily? The male filth is speaking. Shall I take care of it?" Miss Siobhan asked in a low tone.

Miss Emily rolled over and looked at Greg. "You foul, disgusting piece of crap. What do you mean interrupting our sleep?"

Greg was crying again, the pain had torn him down to the point he was going to beg. "Please, Miss Emily. The pain is terrible, and I don't think I can stand much longer. If I slip and fall, unable to hold myself up... I may lose bladder control and soil your bedroom."

Miss Emily sighed deeply, and rolled over to the edge of the bed. Standing, Greg could see her full length naked body, impressive in every way. His erection continued to be as hard as a rock. She walked over to him and unlocked the clamp that held his testicles stretched up high. Greg almost collapsed, weary from standing for so long, but his ankles were still secured to the bottom of the pillory. Miss Emily left the room for a moment and then returned with a bucket, which she placed beneath him.

"There. Use it or lose it. You know, you go home tomorrow, and I have not made up my mind about you. I like the way you suffer, but you are just such a fucking wimp." She shook her head in disgust and disappointment that made Greg wince as he squatted and let his urine flow into the bucket.

When he was done, Miss Emily had Miss Siobhan remove the bucket and then she unlocked his ankle restraints. Her touch sent a thrill through his body, and the presence of her naked body so close to his was almost enough to make him climax, such was his desire for her. She attached the leash to his collar and led him from the room and placed him back in his closet, in the dark, his collar chained to the floor with about a foot of chain that prevented much movement.

That night he masturbated repeatedly, thinking of the two women, especially Miss Emily, as they made love. He squeezed his balls to create the same pain he experienced as he had watched them. His sperm spurted onto his stomach and the floor as he dreamed of Miss Emily's touch. He knew he would be unable to hide his activity from Miss Emily tomorrow, but he couldn't help it. His cock had become raw from rubbing and his semen no longer flowed when his final dry orgasm was painfully done and he fell asleep.

The next morning he was awakened by a hard kick with a boot. He yelped and scrambled to the side, jerked to a halt by the short chain that held is neck a foot away from the floor. Looking up he saw Miss Emily standing over him, wearing black jeans, a tight knit gray shirt and heavy boots. The look on her face was unmistakable disgust as she saw his limp, raw penis and the dried semen spread all over his body and the floor.

Without a word, she unchained him and dragged him into the torture room, where she tied his wrists together and then pulled them up on a pulley until he was suspended above the floor. He swung there, hanging from his arms, as she walked in front of him, lifted his reddened cock and then dropped it in disgust. Obtaining a whip that hung from a nail on the wall she began to flog him without any delay.

Each stroke was like a knife slicing into his body. He screamed and wriggled as he hung from the pulley but he was totally exposed to her vicious punishment. Stroke after stroke cut across his body, his back, his front, hips, and even legs. He jerked, screamed, begged, pleaded and apologized. There was no response or letup in the punishment.

When it finally stopped Greg hung with his head down sobbing with pain and humiliation. Miss Emily looked satisfied and left the room for a while. Greg wondered how long she might leave him there and he felt blood trickling down a few places of his back and chest from there the whip had torn his flesh.

She returned after a few minutes and stood before him. Wiping alcohol on his wounds once again made Greg scream, jerking uncontrollably as the dominatrix treated his damaged flesh in the most painful manner. When she was done she stepped in front of Greg and lifted his limp head to face her.

"Do you still wish to be my slave?"

Greg gathered all his willpower and answered. "Yes, please, Miss."

She nodded. "You are not ready. You have promise but not control. I will take you again next weekend, but only if you observe my wishes during this next week."

"Yes, Miss. I shall do as you say."

Miss Emily took out a strong but clear plastic device. She took his limp cock in hand and slid it into the device, clicked it in place and then added another device to it which clicked in place tightly around the base of his scrotum. The final click was a tiny padlock which locked the device in place. The key went around Miss Emily's neck on a chain, hanging between two perfect breasts.

"I have placed you in a chastity device. It will not allow you to have an erection, and covers your penis so that you can not stimulate yourself. You shall wear this for the coming week. In fact, you will wear it until I decide to remove it. Is that clear?"

Greg nodded his head.

"Very well, when I let you down you will go to the front door and put on your clothes. You will leave and resume your normal life. Return here at 6 PM next Friday. Remove all your clothes before you ring the doorbell for admittance. Is this clear?"

Greg nodded his head, "Yes, Miss."

"Very well. During the next week you are not permitted to touch any woman in any way. Any command that any woman gives you is to be obeyed completely and without question. Is this clear?"

Greg nodded his head slowly, wondering what that might lead to.

Miss Emily slapped him, hard. "Answer me!"

"Yes, Miss Emily. I understand and will obey!"

Miss Emily slowly lowered his body and unfastened all his restraints. When he was free, he mumbled "Thank you Miss Emily," and looked at her beautiful face and form before he walked to the front door, found his folded clothes and put them on is sore body, and then left the house. He felt elated that he was to be able to return, frustrated that he was in chastity, and afraid of what the week might bring.

All in all, he had made progress in becoming the official submissive to the most beautiful dominatrix he had ever seen, but he knew he had work to do.

Sperm Producer

2011-11-15T20:48:00.000-08:00

The rolling waves of stimulation in my hardened cock began yet again. My mind put itself on hold as I concentrated on the physical pleasures that were suddenly flooding my groin. A warmth and urge to thrust overcame me as it always did, and I went with it, pushing my hips and straining as my muscles convulsed.

I grunted, my sounds echoing those of another man undergoing similar sensations a few tables down from me. I barely heard him, I just felt the semen gathering, the sperm joining and pressing, crying to be released. I shook, convulsing, letting my muscles contract involuntarily as they sucked the seminal fluid through the vas deferens and finally with a loud cry, I spurted a huge load of cum out of my rock hard cock and into the small bottle dangling just below it.

The humiliation of being forced to orgasm and spew my seed into a jar in a room full of other men doing exactly the same thing had long since disappeared. My days were simple. Strapped down to the inclined metal table, wires strapped to my cock and balls, a probe carrying current into my anus next to my prostate, I lay there waiting as the minutes and hours ticked by. My cock and balls extended through a hole in the table, exposed to those that might walk down the aisle before me. Once every couple of hours the automatic stimulation began, carrying a surging, pulsing current of electricity through my genitalia, forcing me to climax and deposit more sperm into the cooled container below me.

It was agony. Long hours of boredom with a very few minutes of sexual ecstasy over which I had no control. I wasn't allowed to touch my cock or be in any way part of my own pleasuring; it was all controlled remotely and automatically to generate the maximum amount of sperm output. Thus, my wrists were more or less permanently locked behind my back with some thin but very strong metal manacles. Talking was forbidden and those that attempted it had their heads locked in a sort of metal cage which included a metal strap that ran over the front of their mouth. Inside the strap was a metal tongue which protruded into the disobedient man's mouth, pressing into and down his throat, causing a constant gag reflex. Attempts to talk wearing this device inevitably caused vomiting.

We didn't talk.

As I lay in place, waiting for the next orgasm, one of the attendant women walked down the aisle slowly, checking on the sperm producers. The women were always cute, gorgeous and young in a girl next door way. My favorite was Cecile, the woman that had been in training when I arrived and was primarily responsible for me and several others. She wasn't more than 21, had beautiful dark hair and a few freckles. When she walked by her perfect body drew the attention of all the men, including me. If I hadn't been strapped down securely, I would have tried to reach her.

I hated being a sperm producer. The sterile, electrically induced orgasms weren't real to me. I needed Cecile under me, legs gripping my thighs, pumping inside her as she gasped. I needed to deposit my seed inside of her, rather than the little refrigerated bottle below me.

It had been almost two years since I had been transferred from the prison to the sperm production facility. They had given me some sort of drug, or combination of drugs. My erection was almost constant now, even at night when I was allowed to rest in a tiny private room. My testicles had enlarged to twice their size, and produced sperm constantly, whether I orgasmed and cleared them or not. In the morning when they came to guide us to the milking tables, my testicles always ached badly, filled with sperm that needed to come out. After a day of ejaculating, my balls didn't ache but the rest of my muscles down there did.

Today was no different. Cecile walked by slowly, stopped and checked the wires on my cock. Her fingers fondled me as she did and I moaned. I could swear she did that on purpose, just to torture me. The probe in my anus had come loose and she pushed it further in, making me grunt in pain. Then she looked at me for a moment, her beautiful face close to mine, before turning and walking out.

The stimulation cycles were coming faster these days. It didn't even seem like more than an hour before they began again, the muscles in my whole body tensing as if to help those between my legs do their job as the pleasure swept over me, the pulsing shocks designed to get the maximum amount of muscle contraction going to squeeze the sperm out. I grunted and then cried out as I ejaculated another huge load out and down into the container below.

A few minutes later it was the end of the day and the other males were unstrapped one by one and taken to their rooms. I figured they put us in separate rooms because the drugs they gave us made us so constantly horny and erect that we would just end up fucking each other all night, no choice. That would be a bad thing. Sperm was precious, there were only so many good sperm producing men left, and none of it was to be wasted.

Cecile came to unstrap me last of all, put the handling pole onto my collar (a 3 foot pole that allowed the girls that kept us to handle us without getting close), and pushed me to my cell. The cell was tiny with just enough room for a bed, a toilet and a sink. Once inside, she released the handling pole and closed the door. It had no handle on the inside. No lock was necessary.

Food was provided a little while later through the slot in the door. I ate without the help of my hands, something I had learned to do the first few days I was incarcerated at the Sperm Product Facility in Tempe, Arizona. It had been at least six months since the last time my hands had been free, and that was only for a few minutes.

I managed to do some exercises. Most of the other sperm producers didn't bother, they let their bodies go and were flabby; my body was still tight and muscular, and I was convinced this helped keep me sane. Several of the others spent a lot of time on the tables humming, drooling, sobbing, groaning, and maybe even chewing on their own flesh. Insanity was easy here.

As I lay on my bed in the sterile white room I heard an unexpected noise. The door handle turned and the door swung open. I quickly sat up. In the door frame I saw Cecile, the lovely, cute, sexy Cecile. It was very unusual to see any of the keepers late in the evening like this and I stared at her wonderingly. She in turn stood motionless and stared at me, biting her lip as if thinking intensely about something she was still considering but had not decided yet.

With a sudden motion, she entered my tiny room and closed the door most of the way. She placed a small chunk of wood on the floor to keep the door from shutting and then turned to face me. She reached behind her back and unzipped the white and lime green uniform dress she wore every day. As the cloth slid off her shoulders I gasped at the smoothness of her flesh, the curves of her breasts, and then as the dress fell to the floor around her feet, I saw her flat stomach giving way to the triangular patch between her legs. Perhaps it was my unique situation, but I truly believe she was the most beautiful, sexy woman I had ever seen.

She removed her bra, throwing it to the ground, exposing perfect breasts with hard, dark nipples. I rose and stood as she slid her panties down, exposing her sex to me fully; I observed the pronounced mound (shaved) and lips that protruded slightly from between her thighs. I looked in her eyes and saw the fear mixed with desire there, and observed how her breasts rose and fell with her rapid, accelerated breathing.

My erection was the hardest it had ever been, straining toward her of it's own accord. My wrists were still bound behind me but I moved forward and swiftly pushed her body against the wall behind her. As my body pressed against hers my hardened cock found its way between her legs and then pressed into her soft flesh. She was soaking wet, and it was easy to slid in. My lips met hers and she sighed as our tongues met; one leg lifted and wrapped around my ass as her arms wrapped around my shoulders. She held me, drawing me in until her naked breasts pressed against my chest.

My cock slid up into her as she raised her right leg up. I pushed hard, pressing deep within her, feeling the touch of a woman for the first time in over two years. My body pinned hers to the wall, and as I began thrusting her other leg rose and wrapped around my hips, allowing the deepest penetration.

There we fucked, hard and fast. The feeling of her wet flesh wrapped around my hardened erection made me lose all control and I simply pushed in and out as hard as I could. My huge, enlarged balls slapped against her as they swung back and forth, and within moments I felt the swelling surge of fluids building and getting ready for a massive ejaculation.

With her head flung back, eyes open and staring at the ceiling, she cried out as she reached climax just moments before I let my huge load spurt inside of her. I thrust deep, hard, impaled Cecile against the wall as I ejaculated once, twice, three times, four times, and kept going. My body produced huge amounts of semen and sperm and it all flooded her inside at that one moment. She rode me like a horse, bouncing up and down as I pushed and came.

Eventually, it was over. It was without a doubt the best fuck I had ever had, and perhaps ever will have. We slid down to the floor, exhausted, covered with shining sweat from our sudden and intense intercourse.

When she had recovered for a moment, she stood and put her clothing back on. I would have done it again, and tried to rise to indicate that I was ready and able, but she pushed me back to the floor with one foot and held me there. She zipped her dress back up and then leaned over and spoke to me.

"If you ever, ever talk of this, I will have you castrated."

I got the message and closed my mouth.

She turned and left, closing the door behind her.

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Over the next two weeks, the same thing happened twice more. After a day of boredom interspersed with violent orgasms which forced sperm to spurt into the cold container below my dangling cock and balls, I was returned to my cramped cell. Late at night, Cecile returned to take my cock and ride it for her own pleasure.

Until one night the door opened and Cecile entered with another woman. The new woman was tall, about 31 or 32 years old with short dark hair, long muscular legs and perfect breasts. The woman seemed unsure of herself, and a little shocked when she saw me laying on the bed with my swollen testicles and constantly hard cock sticking up.

"It's OK, Liza, he is tied up permanently and can't free himself," Cecile said. "He is also one of the best specimens we have. Top quality sperm, guaranteed. And I must say... his cock is large and hard enough to give you quite an experience."

Liza moved toward me and I followed her as she walked. She had a slow, catlike movement that was sensual without being overtly sexy. She pulled her black dress up, revealing strong thighs ascending to a smoothly shaved pussy which glistened with moisture. My cock began throbbing, bouncing back and forth in anticipation.

"I know this is your first time," Cecile said to Liza as she guided her. "This is a rare opportunity, to be able to fuck a real, uncastrated male. Here, straddle him here."

Cecile helped Liza get positioned over my cock as her legs split and knelt on either side of my hips.

"Take your pussy lips and spread them just a bit, then lower yourself," Cecile said. Liza spread her flesh apart and then lowered herself until I felt the head of my cock touch her pussy. I moaned and pushed upward, trying to get inside, but Liza reacted and lifted herself off.

"Don't worry, Liza, it's natural for him to react. He is pumped so full of hormones that getting inside you and feeling your pleasure is all he can think about. His purpose in life is to produce sperm, and you are lucky enough to have the money to get him! Now go for it, enjoy it!"

Liza slid back down on my cock and moaned from the sensation as I sank deep inside her. I thrust upward, and she began to press down, and then up, riding my cock. I moaned and writhed on the bed, this sexy brunette sliding up and down on my penis, drawing the sperm from me, stimulating me, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

I cried out, moaning, crying, almost screaming with pleasure as my muscles contracted and my cock spasmed deep inside her vagina. I felt myself coming, spurting sperm into her, the ejaculations happening over and over. Fucking a real woman was so much better than the horrible, sterile electric orgasms I had 10 or 12 times a day in the sperm collection room. The soft, wet flesh surrounded my cock and took me into a different world and my whole body was consumed with the orgasmic pleasure.

When I had completely emptied my balls into her, she slowly slid off my cock, leaving it with a glistening sheen. My erection had softened (it never completely went away any more). A slight dribble of sperm was seeping out between her pussy lips as she stood.

"Oh, my dear. Liza, don't lose that sperm! It is valuable, don't waste the money you paid for it! Here, lie down for a bit." Cecile pushed me off the bed and I fell to the floor with a thud. Liza lay down with her legs in the air. From this, I understood that Cecile was taking money under the table from women that wanted to experience real sex, and get pregnant the old fashioned way rather than with artificial insemination from a sperm farm, which had become the standard.

From that night on, there was a string of women that were brought to my room late at night, each fucking me until I filled them with my sperm, then leaving me to dream and hump my cot in frustration and never ending desire.

Cecile no longer fucked me, and I soon understood why. She entered my cell one day and I could clearly see her slightly protruding stomach. I looked at it, and she looked at me, and nodded her head. "Yes, slave, you have done your job. Is it interesting to you to see how your sperm is being used? You have many, many children far and wide. This one will be more real to you because you can see it growing inside me, but there are thousands of others like it."

I looked at her with amazement, for this was the first time it had ever hit home that my sperm was being used to impregnate thousands of women. Without thinking about it, I began to speak, "Then... you are pregnant with my child..."

I never finished my sentence. Pain burst in my face as Cecile slapped it, hard, harder than I imagined possible. I fell to the floor and felt her kick my stomach. I curled up, trying to protect myself with my knees. Cecile pulled out the small cattle prod all the keepers had and shoved it between my legs and into my distended testicles. The shock was horrible and I screamed as the pain shattered my testicles. She shoved the prod between my legs, forcing them apart again and the electrical torture ripped into my balls again, the pain covering my entire lower body.

Sobbing, I lay curled on the floor, arms still tied behind my back. Cecile had left and when she returned she brought the matron with me. "There. It's the third time he has tried to speak."

The matron had a metal cage which she slipped over my head, and with a hard motion jammed the metal protrusion into my mouth. I gagged on the iron tongue which filled my mouth.

The matron stood and shook her head. "It seems to be like this. He was one of the top producers once. But recently... he just hasn't had as much in him. And now this. It might be time for castration and expulsion."

Cecile turned and just before she closed the door, gave me a look that clearly said "I warned you..."

Seduced

2011-10-19T15:34:00.000-07:00

This is unreal. Here I am driving up the 405, going to the Getty. Dressed in my street slut clothes, already getting hot, because I am meeting someone who will take me, and do things to me and trip me. Another girl who has the same fetish, the same sense of fun. In the Getty for god's sake, what a place to meet. I suppose it is safe, a good place.

What am I thinking, nothing is safe, and I don't want it to be safe. If I wanted safe, I would be home with my boyfriend. I want it to be exciting. I want to feel life by living it on its edge.

After parking, heading up to the museum on the tram, I feel out of place. Not because of who I am, but because of what I am there to do. There is a contrast between my purpose and the purpose of this place.

I sit in front of the Iris painting, as instructed. Waiting. Enjoying the art, so beautiful, sublime. Such a contrast to me and my purpose for being there. I feel like a roman at an orgy with great paintings all around me while I debauch anyone and anything. The contrast makes the anticipated pleasure (and pain) even more exciting. This girl is good… she is already playing with my mind and I have not laid eyes on her.

The tension in the air is heightened by the painting in front of me. I see it, but all I can see is the girl. I am trying to relax. Why am I tense, this is what I wanted, this is what I have been anticipating. As I begin to work my relaxation, I my vision is obscured for a moment as leather is slipped over my head and buckled around my neck. The collar went on so quickly I could not have resisted if I had wanted to. As I begin to turn, I hear the click of a lock. Not just a collar. It's locked on. The electricity surges through my body, my limbs feel like they are on fire as I turn and see her. Her hair is a dark brunette, not the blond or red I saw in the pictures. God, she is beautiful, she could be a sultry fashion model except for the little twists. The hair is just not quite the right color… the clothes are not prep but more a subtle mockery of prep. A Jewish mafia princess. The lovely charm bracelet with skulls. The playfully cruel smile as she says "caught you…" and leans down for a kiss.

The kiss actually relaxes me. It feels so natural. Her lips are wet, and full, and soft, and communicate to me that She desires me, all of me. I want Her to take me, now. "Touch my breasts" she whispers. It turns out to be more than just an invitation to cop a feel, there is a chain. She moans as I pull on it and her breath suddenly catches as the nipple clamps on each end pull off.

My mind comes back to me and I remember where we are as I hear the footsteps of the guard coming in to the room. I realize I am sitting on her hips, straddling Her. The guard stops, sees us as I get up off of Her, and we smile at her. The guard smiles back and moves on.

We sit in the tram on the way back down the hill, touching each other, drawing the surreptitious stares of other art enthusiasts. We are touching too much, too closely for public, I know that, but I can't help it. We'll be out of here in a minute. I am wearing the nipple clamps now, and they heighten the sensations under my black tank top. The top is too tight; you can see the outline of the clamps through the fabric. My slave collar and lock must be drawing attention too.

At the bottom of the hill, She hooks her finger in the D-ring of my collar and guides me to a large black SUV parked right next to mine. Fate. I've had a little time to look Her over by now, She is a goddess. The quirk in Her soul is visible in Her demeanor, the way she laughs with me, jokes, making me feel like an old girlfriend while at the same time firmly guiding me to Her SUV and placing me in the back like cargo. I am soooo looking forward to this release.

We drive a while. The nipple clamps hurt some, especially when She takes a sharp turn, She drives aggressively. I wonder where we are going, I can't really see too well, though enough. She parks and opens the back for me to get out, whacks my boots with "get your lazy ass out of there…" We are under a freeway overpass.

We are in the open. Change clothes here in the open? "Take off the clothes." The feeling of vulnerability, exposure is getting serious. Am I going to let this bitch make me get naked outdoors? I think so. Taking the top off hurts, with the clamps, but getting naked the rest of the way is a challenge too. As your lusty taunts urge me on, I strip, leaving only boots, collar and nipple clamps. What a fucking rush. I hope no one comes by, and I hope someone will. Standing naked there I am aware of every curve of my body, every area of bare skin.

She throws me a cinch corset, which I put on around my waist, turning my back for Her to tighten. I've worn these before, but this one is cruel, metal stays and pre-contoured. It strikes me that she knew my size, and I feel a pang… has she been stalking… She uses her foot in the small of my back and pulls tight. My figure goes all hourglass, and it becomes more difficult to breathe. I love these things; they make you look sexy and uncomfortable at the same time. I feel completely bound while my arms and legs are completely free.

She whips me around and looks at me with a knowing and approving smile that makes me feel even more exposed. "Show me your wrists!" I hold out my arms and the wicked looking metal cuffs go on in a snap, tight. "Sit pretty for me". The ankle cuffs go on. I am really bound now, the play is under way and won't stop, I know it. I am committed, in my own mind, I will not turn back. She kisses me and somehow with me tied and fettered in this way, it feels different. It is still sweet, but She is in charge, I want the kiss to please Her.

As the kiss breaks, She whispers to me "when you get to dominate me, you are sooo going to love to hurt me after today." This makes my blood run cold, as I know She has something evil in mind. I wonder what is coming, I can feel the anticipation of having Her under my control but know that first I will endure Her ministrations.

It's almost impossible to walk, there are only a couple of inches give with the ankle cuffs. I hobble to the SUV door, and She gives my ass a hard slap that stings to hurry me on. I can't lift my legs to get in. I feel Her swing me around by the shoulders "God I want to fuck you from my knees here and now, you are so gorgeous…" I blush and She forces my head down and lays me down on my back. A blind fold is placed over my eyes "to keep my fav spot secret."

The SUV hums as I listen, laying blindfolded. The hum of the road turns to bumps and thumps as we go off road. Shit, where is She taking me. This is scary. Anything could happen out here and I just walked in to it. Then why am I salivating and I don't even have a gag in yet? The off road means privacy, too. It will give Her more leeway, a better scene. I discipline my mind… have confidence, let go… get in to the scene.

The SUV stops, and the door opens. "Out bitch". God, I have no idea where we are, but I hear her fumbling in the bag, I smell the fresh leather and the hear the jingling of metal. "Spread your knees." I bite my lip in anticipation and lean my head back on the car. I know what is coming next and want it. The dildo slips in with an ease that demonstrates how aroused I am.

Then a little surprise. A butt plug. The familiar slip of KY as it slides in and I gasp. The leather strap goes on as expected, holding both in place. I love the feel of leather, and She tightens it, hard, to make sure nothing slips. I feel both safe and afraid at the same time… She knows what She is doing. I hope She is not going to make me walk very far in this, the leather strap is spreading my ass and pussy cheeks and it will be a bitch to move. I let Her know, "I am going to fuck you up
when it is my turn…"

She loosens my ankle chains, attaches a leash to my collar and for 20 minutes we walk. More like waddle… it isn't very far but I don't move fast with two huge dildos in me held in by straps.

The blindfold comes off and I see the abandoned railroad suspension bridge just ahead. She takes pink rope (god how appropriate and evil) and slings it over a high support on the bridge. I am sweating, in spite of the cool breeze and shaking with both fear and anticipation. I wonder if I will be able to fuck Her up as nicely as she is doing to me. She sure looks good in that non-preppie outfit...

She returns, and gives me a last (I think) long, deep kiss, and quietly says "this is it dear, take your safety call now, you won't be able to for a while…" I think I feel tears trickling down my cheeks. My answer… I reach out with my cuffed hands, grab Her by the hair, and kiss her hard, violently, deep. "Let's get to it then." ......

Tryst

2011-10-06T16:13:00.000-07:00

She observed him for a while, watching his movements and facial expressions. He was a typical living male and as such held a fascination for her. Not that it was an attraction, per se, for she didn't really like him that much. But she did lust after him, or rather she passionately desired that which made him so unique and different from her.

He in turn saw the beautifully crafted facade that she presented to him. The long straight black hair, shining like silk in the low light. Her oval face with absolutely clear, light skin punctuated by two dark pools that were her unblinking brown eyes. Her perfectly formed red lips parted slightly to show just a glimpse of white, even teeth. Her body, where it was not covered by her black dressed, presented smooth skin that appeared to flow over delicate bones and just a hint of rippling muscle.

If he noticed that she didn't blink, he didn't let on. Most people didn't. Most people just felt there was something a tiny bit odd about her, but then chalked it up to the somewhat preternatural ambiance that surrounded her beauty. There is usually something odd about the very, very beautiful, just as there is about the very, very ugly. Mostly, they didn't care because they were too busy either being jealous or trying to control their lust.

He continued talking and she continued to listen with one part of her mind, the part she had trained to attract and deal with men. This one had actually come to her, so the process had not been difficult at all and was nearing an end.

She turned her head slightly to the side in a calculated manner that created a curious, almost shy look that hinted at deeper meaning and attraction.

"What makes you think that you want this?" she asked in a quiet voice that cut through silence like a knife.

"Oh, well... I had been told and heard through a number of sources that this was in fact the ultimate experience. And now, of course, seeing you and..." his voice trailed off as if he was unable to locate the part of his brain that controlled speech.

She slowly uncrossed and recrossed her legs, watching his eyes flitter from her face down to her naked limbs, then past her waist and bust where the dress pulled and revealed the shape of her body beneath. His heart was beating faster, pumping blood to the flush in his face.

"I like you," she lied reaching her hand out to take his and in the process drawing him closer. Their joined hands rested on the naked flesh of her knee.

"I have enjoyed our time together. I would like us to be closer." She looked down at their hands and concentrated for a moment on the pulsing of the blood in his flesh where it touched hers.

She leaned over to him, her long black hair sliding over her shoulders and hanging down on each side of her face as her lips approached his. As their lips touched gently at first and then more urgently, opening to admit tongues and become more playful, she let go of his hand and slid both her arms around his shoulders. He reciprocated, breathing deeply and pressing closer to her. She felt his lust building, blood pounding in him, making him erect and pushing his mind to the state where he would most of his rationality.

Her breasts touched and pressed his body, her hips slid along his thighs as she repositioned to sit on his lap, facing him. Her legs were spread on each side when she did this, a symbol of her willingness for more intimate contact.

She broke the kiss and brushed her lips across his cheek as she moved to nuzzle his neck. Raising her head slightly so her lips were next to his ear, she whispered "I want you. All of you. Inside me. I want to take you. Now."

They struggled with each other's clothes momentarily, the only thing slowing them down their continued intense touching, kissing and fondling of each other. When they were finally naked, he turned and lifted her up and then down onto the floor, on her back, her legs spread and hooked around his hips. He slid into her with no effort and gasped as her inner flesh surrounded and rubbed his erection. It was a unique sensation to him, he had never experienced the level of stimulation he was experiencing at that moment, and his surprised eyes showed it.

She wrapped her arms under his and up behind his shoulders, holding him close as he pushed deep within her, and she rocked her hips up to meet him. It felt right, having him inside, but she wanted more. Much, much more.

As his thrusts began and his climax built faster than he had ever imagined possible, she smelled his scent and listened to his pounding heart to determine the exact right moment. The total experience of taking him inside of her was leading her to a different kind of climax, one that was much deeper, passionate, and complete than anything he would ever have.

At just the right moment, she opened her mouth, curling back those perfect lips to expose the perfect small but razor sharp fangs, and bit into his neck. He let out a muffled cry that blended nicely with his moans as she sliced into his carotid artery. Her lips sealed on his neck as his heart pushed rich, hot blood into her mouth, spurting and filling her throat as quickly as she could swallow.

He continued thrusting, letting her drink his blood as he copulated and lost himself in the combined sensual experiences of having both his sperm and his blood sucked and consumed by her.

As she sucked and rocked with him, urging his body to give her everything, he began to convulse. She knew this, it was the point at which the male's climax reached its height, pushing out body fluids, giving her its life in a paroxysm of joy and pleasure. It satisfied her that they both derived a peak of ecstasy from their joining; her entire body was pulsing hot with pleasure and satiation. For a moment she lost herself, gripping his struggling and convulsing body with a steel grip that prevented him from moving away from her even a hair's breadth, and simply felt the pleasure of dual orgasm.

For her, it went on for some time. The warmth in her hips might fade after a while but was bolstered by the circulating warmth of his blood that filled her and gave the rest of her body the extended climax. She consumed him, sucking everything from him until he lay on top of her unmoving. Even then she continued suckling on his neck, drawing the last bits of blood that lingered deep in his body, no longer pumped by the heart but responding to her insistent siphoning.

At last she released the body on top of her own, letting her arms and legs collapse in exhaustion. Satiated, filled, happy, she slowly pushed his motionless form off of her. The body rolled to one side and fell the short distance to the floor with a soft thud.

She rose, and staggered to the bedroom, closing the blackout curtains against the burning sun that would soon appear. The tryst had lasted most of the night, and had ended most satisfactorily. For both of them, she hoped.

The Act of Intercourse

2011-09-28T21:44:00.000-07:00

Emma was slowly preparing herself for intercourse.

Slowly, because she was reviewing what she had been taught about the act which would only occur a few times in her life, and perhaps only this once. She wasn't reluctant, in fact she was more curious than anything. The whole idea of allowing a male to actually enter her seemed both violently disgusting and enticingly naughty.

It was natural to feel this way, she had been told. The idea of sexual gratification with a man was alien to virtually all women in modern society. Pleasuring yourself with a man was just a step above beastiality. And yet, the history of sexual intercourse with men, its usefulness in establishing the species, and the pure biological thrill of it could bring on a lusty forbidden desire. This was one reason for the Ritual.

Emma had been sexually active for a number of years, so having something enter between her legs, fill her, rub against her and bring her to climax was completely familiar. She knew how to use a dildo, beads, vibrators... and she had a lover. Maria stood half a foot taller than Emma, and her long dark hair contrasted nicely with Emma's honey blond. Maria was an aggressive lover. Emma preferred being with her to manual methods of arousal... there was nothing better than Maria's tongue sliding over her clit, fingers spreading and diving in, finding the sweet spot deep inside and teasing her to orgasm.

A noise outside brought her attention back to the present, and she called out "Just a moment, almost ready!"

This room in the back of the temple was small but nicely decorated to give it a feminine, comfortable feel. The bed was large and took up most of the space. Emma removed her bra, and lay it on top of her folded blouse. Her hands went to her bare breasts, feeling their shape, imagining the sensation of the male as his body would touch them. She shuddered momentarily... and then slipped off her skirt.

"All right," Emma called. The door open and one of the attendants entered. Behind her was a naked male. Emma stared at the young man, seeing for the first time the sandy haired, golden skinned creature that she would be allowing inside of her. He looked strong. Muscles rippled in shoulders and arms, and his stomach was flat.

As her eyes ran down the body she gazed on the erect member. It looked bigger than she had thought. Yes... she had been taught that penis size was variable, but this still seemed big. It was standing straight out from the man's body, bouncing very slightly with his pulse. He had been given the drug, of course, which produced a painfully hard erection which could only be relieved through sexual climax.

"Here he is. I think you are ready, aren't you? You have reviewed the process, and feel comfortable?"

"Yes, yes, I know exactly how to do it. If I have any difficulty, I will ring for assistance. But I don't think so. I am actually rather looking forward to the whole process, you know."

The attendent nodded knowingly. "Yes, I can remember my time. It really was enlightening. The ending was especially enjoyable. Though I am not sure I would want to do it again, of course."

Emma took the male's slave chain and unbuckled it from the collar. This seemed to disturb the slave slightly. When she removed the collar itself, he seemed to blush and want to hide, as if this was an affront to his modesty.

"Blessings to you on this special occasion, Emma." The attendant turned and left, shutting the door softly behind her.

Pressing down on the slave's shoulders, Emma sat on the edge of the bed. The slave knelt before her. She grabbed his hair roughly, and shoved his face into her panty covered pussy. He knew what to do. He had been trained, and began the process of stimulating her, slowly licking the cloth and bare flesh of her inner thighs.

Emma let him service her for some time this way, through her panties, not allowing direct touch. She needed a little time to feel how it was to use a male. Soon, his ministrations had aroused her enough that she felt her body preparing itself for penetration. The moisture was flowing inside her. It seemed a cruel joke that her body was preparing itself, and would be entered by a man in an unnatural and obscene imitation of natural sex with another woman.

She stood, and removed her panties. Scooting onto the bed, she lay on her back and spread her legs. The male followed her instinctively, and buried his head between her thighs. His activity became more frantic, tongue delving inside her, nose rubbing her clit. It felt good, and she began to play with her nipples, allowing herself to feel the debauchery of heterosexual sex. Her hips began a slow undulation in response to the rhythm of the male.

Finally, Emma felt ready for the penetration. She grabbed the male's hair and pulled him up over her. She slid her legs around his thighs as she had been taught (though it was such a natural movement that she didn't really need to be taught). The slave's penis rubbed against her wet pussy, causing her to moan slightly. His hips pressed in, pressing his member against the outside of her body as if asking permission to enter. She shifted her hips slightly, hands gripping his buttocks and urging him on.

It was effortless and almost a letdown. He slid his hips down slightly and the penis slid across her clit and then popped inside of her vagina. Still, the feeling of having a male inside of her made her gasp, and as he slid in deeper, she held her breath and wrapper arms around his body. He lowered himself on top of her as he slid in, his chest against her breasts. Her nipples were hard, her body flushed, her hips moving, urging him deeper.

The overwhelming feeling of disgusting decadence flooded her when she realized she actually had a penis inside her. It was this feeling that drove her, that made her back arch and then dip as her hips thrust up. He was moving now, thrusting deep inside of her, grunting with effort as she began breathing harder with arousal. His huge penis had distended her, larger than fingers or dildo or anything her lover had ever done before. It felt at once painful, and in that pain it felt like the most pleasure she had ever felt before.

They rocked together, their hips moving in unison, for a while. The noises and smells of hetero sex filled her senses and spurred her on. She knew this was the forbidden pleasure, beneath her, only allowed for the Ritual, here in the temple. It felt so dirty she wanted it to go on forever, and feel this male thrust inside her, deeply, so deep she could feel him shoving against her cervix.

One hand went down to her clit. She began rubbing it, and the feeling of orgasm built, the warmth and peace of climax began robbing her of any other sense, the room disappeared and all she could feel or see was this grunting, sweating, working slave as he struggled to achieve his own orgasm.

She saw it coming, and timed it perfectly.

As her own orgasm waned, the male's thrusts became more urgent. He was no longer servicing her, but was using her to please himself. It was at this moment that the natural order of things were completely turned upside down and had to be corrected. The Ritual had to be satisfied, the natural order restored.

She reached to the bedside table. His thrusting was making her whole body jiggle, her breasts sliding up and down, her head actually bumping against the headboard. It made it a little difficult, but her hand finally found the thick, long metal wire that lay on the table. She took it and wrapped her legs firmly around his waist at the same time she wrapped the wire around his straining neck.

At first, the feeling of the wire didn't penetrate the slave's consciousness. He was too close to orgasm. She could feel him pulse inside of her, the beginning contractions of ejaculation. She wrapped her ankles around each other to secure him to her and make sure he would not slip out during this last critical phase.

Emma grasped the handles on either end of the wire and began to pull just as the male's cock began the strongest contractions. She could feel him spurting, and at the same time she pulled harder and harder on the handles, drawing the wire tighter and tighter around the slave's neck. His eyes bulged, and he began to struggle.

Her grip on his hips held, as did her grip on the garotte. His wild eyes took on a red tint as pressure built in his head, and fingers clawed for the wire which was now embedded deep within his flesh, beyond reach. His orgasm continued, prolonged by the asphyxiation. They wrestled on the bed, his ejaculation pumping more and more semen into her body as she struggled to keep him with her, inside her, squeezing his neck shut.

As she pulled at the garotte even harder, she felt the unexpected recurrance of climax. The warmth and pleasure covered her entire body, and rather than weaken her she used the orgasm to pump more strength into her grip on him. She had him in a death grip, and as his strength fled from his body (along with his orgasm), her own orgasm filled her with the pleasure of his final service to her. She wriggled and pushed against him, using his struggles to rub against her and create more intense pleasure and stimulation.

His tongue protruded from his mouth, turning purple. She dragged his face to hers, forcing the tongue into her mouth in a parody of a passionate kiss. Her hips thrust against him spasmodically as her orgasm seemed to feed off of his departing life force. His heaving chest, struggling for air that would never come, pressed and slid across her breasts. His stomach slapped against hers.

And then he was still, the final death throws over, the dead weight of his body pressing along the entire length of her own.

Emma lay on the bed, panting, sweat of her own body mingling with the sweat of the slave that lay on top of her. She unhooked her ankles, and slowly stretched out her legs. They were cramping a little from the exertion of holding the male during his death struggles. She thought she felt a trickle of blood on her cheek as well, though she wasn't sure.

Slowly releasing her grip on the garotte, she flexed her hands, returning feeling and blood flow. As she did this, the body of the male slid slowly to the side, his chest dragging on her naked breasts.

Shuffling out from under him, she pushed the body of the male off of her. It slid onto the floor with a heavy thump. She lay still for a moment, feeling the remnants of her second orgasm and getting her breathing back in control. Touching between her legs, she felt the juicy slime of semen oozing out.

It had been the most amazing experience in her life, not to mention the most intense orgasm.

The door to the room opened and the attendant entered. She looked at the body on the floor.

"He performed well, then?"

"Oh yes," said Emma. "He performed quite well."

Sperm Producer

2011-09-05T15:47:00.000-07:00

Ever since the Castration Pogroms of the late '30s, there has been a shortage of healthy males willing to mate and reproduce. You would think that would make the ideal situation for a guy like me-- healthy, virile, reasonably young, big cock, ready and willing to mate.

Nope. The ruling Feminine Coalition basically outlawed sex between men and women (though not between women and women, oddly enough). Unless you are an indentured slave certified specifically for mating, then its like, no way. Something about maintaining the purity of the Female race and proper ratios of male to female. So... guys like I was are out of luck. No wonder there has been such an upswing in gays recently.

That's how sperm production came into being. Girls not having sex with guys much any more... well, it leads to a drop in the birth rate. Boys and girls. While the Coalition might not care too much about the baby boys, they still need babies. Perpetuate the species and all, especially the female species.

I was in prison serving a two year stretch for hoarding (I used to buy more than my share of twinkies). One day I was called in to the warden's office.

"Sit down, Silas," she said without looking up. I sat, and metal wrist restraints automatically snapped over my wrists, securing me to the chair arms. The chair was bolted to the floor. Typical... though I had a bad feeling.

"Silas, you are a lucky man. Your blood and semen tests came back, and you are extremely high on the Potentiality Scale. This means that you are going to be assigned to the sperm production facility in Edgewood, New Mexico, for the rest of your sentence. I know you have run afoul of some of the gay gangs here, and I think this is a good move for you. You might actually survive to see the end of your sentence."

I looked at the warden with a skeptical eye. "Do I have a choice?"

"No. Congratulations on your new occupation. Tasha will take you down to your transport." The warden picked up a file from her desk. I glimpsed my name on it. She proceeded to feed the file into a shredder, and little pieces of confetti came shooting out.

Tasha, a rather muscular Bulldyke, unsnapped the wrist restraints, slapped me in a waist chain and cuffed my wrists to my waist. "You going to be a good little boy now, or is Tasha going to hobble you?"

"No, I know the score. You don't have to hobble me." I did know the score too, I had seen the lingering effects of hobbling. Like... a few weeks in the hospital wing. She clipped a chain to my neck and led me out of the office, down two flights of stairs and out to a waiting van.

"Hey, don't I get to take my stuff?" I didn't have much, but it was all I had.

"You won't need your 'stuff' where you are going," Tasha snickered, shoved me in the back of the van and then slammed the door shut.

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The SCF at Edgewood turned out to be a set of one story brick buildings, painted white. The few windows that could be seen were high up, long and only about a foot high, more like vents than windows. Heavy wire over these openings announced that someone was concerned about things getting in or out.

Tasha the guard dragged me by my neck chain to a metal door in the back of one of the buildings and buzzed for admittance. I was beginning to get a crush on that bulldyke, in spite of the fact she was half strangling me with the chain. The door opened and I was dragged inside, down a corridor and finally into a small white room that contained little but a chair and exam table. The exam table had an unnerving number of leather straps on it, as if patients here commonly put up a pretty big struggle.

Tasha the guard locked my neck chain to a eyelet in the floor, patted me goodbye, and left.

The chain was too short to stand up all the way, so I sat on the floor and waited. Maybe 15 minutes later a tall, thin woman in a white coat came into the room, accompanied by a cute younger girl in a short white dress. The woman didn't speak to me, instead she lectured the girl as she began preparations with me.

"This is a fairly good specimen. Let's get him on the table and strapped down," here she unlocked my chain and pushed me onto the table. Both the woman and the girl quickly buckled me in place. I was laying down, arms strapped in place below my body, legs up slightly and spread. Movement was next to impossible.

"First, do a visual check." The woman took hold of my scrotum and massaged it, my testicles sliding back and forth underneath her thumb. It hurt a little, but I didn't show it. "Remember, these are quite sensitive. Treat them well, as they are the main reason it is here. These produce the sperm that we need and will milk from it later."

The younger girl took hold of my testicles roughly, and performed the same examination routine, but this time I winced. The twinge of pain shot through my groin and lower abdomen.

The women completed a basic but invasive health examination, spreading my anus and viewing inside, locking my jaw open for a visual inspection, drawing blood, and the like. When it was done, the older woman gave me an injection. "OK, this will take about 10 minutes to have its affect. The drug will be fed to him continuously, of course, but this jolt with get him going for us relatively quickly."

The woman began showing the younger girl a device I had never seen before. It looked like a couple of small straps with wires running out of it. "Let's show you how to fit this in place. There are some more modern methods of doing this, but we can't get the funding right now, so this will do. It works pretty well, but one disadvantage is that it requires that its penis must already be erect. Newer methods don't need that. So... we will wait until the drug... ah... I see it is taking hold."

I could feel it taking hold. The base of my penis felt swollen and ached slightly. Looking down, I could see my cock rising and becoming harder with each beat of my heart. Soon, it was rock hard, harder than it had ever been before. So hard, it felt uncomfortable.

I decided I wanted to get involved and see what was happening. "Mistresses," I addressed them in terms of formal respect designated by the state (they had my testicles in their hands, after all). "Can you please tell me what is happening? I think I may be having a bad reaction to that drug. What is it--"

The woman pulled her hair back as I spoke, and tied it into a pony tail with a small bungy. She looked at me with disdain, but spoke to the girl.

"Sometimes they try to speak. This one is new, and so isn't aware that spermies don't speak. If they do, they have their vocal cords cut. That usually takes care of it."

I got the idea and immediately shut my mouth.

The woman took my rock hard penis in her hand, and showed the trainee how to put the electrical equipment on. One strap at the head of my penis, just below the glans. One strap at the base. A ring cinched tight at the base of my penis and circling my scrotum prevented accidental removal. Wires hung down.

My cock was now wired. I was beginning to sweat. I knew better than to speak, but I couldn't help it. "Uh... please, don't hurt me. I haven't--"

The woman nodded to the cute girl, who took a small needle and shoved it under one of my finger nails. My speech cut off and became a cry of pain, and I struggled in the straps. A second needle was inserted, and my struggles became more panicked, but to no avail. I could move no part of my body more than an inch in any direction.

As the pain in my fingers subsided to a mild throb, I clamped my mouth shut. Lesson learned.

The wires connected to my penis were plugged in to a small device with electronic readouts.

"OK, Cecile, this unit is designed to provide optimum results but does require a bit of tuning at first. Lets turn it on."

With the flip of a switch, I felt a slight painful snap in my hardened member. A small electrical jolt of current was running through my cock. "Now, try adjusting the pulse. You will be able to tell when you reach the right frequency. Just play with it for a bit."

The sensation in my cock changed, becoming more painful and I gasp; my hips jerked from side to side and I cried out. It hurt.

"The other way, Cecile, don't ruin him. That's it..."

The pain subsided and morphed into a slightly pleasant sensation. My cock began to throb, bouncing slightly. The pleasure increased as the electrostim began to massage it. Running up and down, the pleasure washed over me suddenly. It felt nothing like sex, but was incredibly pleasurable regardless. I moaned, and closed my eyes.

"There, you see? You almost have it. Adjust the Fourier... yes!" And with that announcement, I lost control of myself. My hips jerked against the straps, I struggled, but not with pain. The electric sensations were probing deep inside me, getting fluids to move, gather and then surge toward my cock. I was going to ejaculate, and it felt like a big one.

"Watch now. Quick, get the receptacle. Place it under the end... ooops there it goes!" A massive orgasm rattled through my body. I jerked and convulsed, spewing 3, 4, 5 times. The electrical current seemed to be dipping deep inside me, pulling more and more semen through my inner tubes and out. Each convulsion brought new waves of pleasure; 6, 7, 8 ejaculations, and I felt like I had no more to give. But the electrical waves kept coming, and so did my contractions. The muscles kept pushing, 9, 10, 11 squirts. The liquid was mostly gone now, but the machine was making me squeeze harder, harder, trying to get every last drop out. I began to cry, the pleasure was still there but I was straining harder and harder. The pleasure was being forced on me, wrung out of me like a washrag.

"Cecile! Turn it off, that's enough. He is dry now, it won't do any good!" Cecile flipped the switch, and the sensations suddenly stopped. My contractions slowed quickly, and I relaxed. My body was covered with sweat, and I was panting from exertion. The whole process had taken perhaps 3 or 4 of the most intense minutes in my life.

Laying collapsed and exhausted on the table I observed the two women as they examined a glass container. It held a fair amount of white viscous fluid, and it slowly dawned on me that this was the sperm they had just forced out of me. There was a huge amount of it.

The brief process had broken me, completely. I started to cry, tears running down the sides of my face. The two women ignored me until Cecile unbuckled me from the table and helped me sit up. I got control of myself as she wrapped a belt-like strap through one elbow, across my back, and then through the other elbow. With a practiced yank, my elbows shifted behind my back, sliding together until they touched painfully. She locked the restraint in place.

Hands free but unable to reach in front of me because my elbows were tightly bound behind my back, I was guided out of the room and to a long hallway with many doors. Each door had a small one-way mirror in it, though we walked by too quickly for me to see inside. My legs were still shaking a little from the experience in the operating room, and I had difficulty moving as quickly as Cecile wished.

When we reached an open door, she pushed me inside. I fell to the floor. Rolling over I could see I was in a very small room that had a narrow cot, a basin for water, and simple toilet. The room was perhaps 3 feet wide and 7 feet long and painted white.

The door clanged shut behind me, a lock sliding into place. I was in what would be my new home for the next 18 months.

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The next morning I awoke to the sound of a metal dish pushed through an opening at the bottom of the door. It was a dog dish with food. My arms were still bound behind my back, so I knelt and ate the mush eagerly directly from the bowl. It tasted like dog food as well as looking like it, but I was starved.

The incredibly hard erection I had from the day before had become softer during the night, but my cock was still turgid and erect. It felt unusual with a soreness that extended deep inside me and into my testicles. I didn't know if it was from the process of milking the day before, or because of the drug they had given me.

It was impossible to do anything, or even track time in the tiny cell. My hands could not reach to the front of my body, though with practice I could use them to turn the sink faucet on and off, and flush the toilet. I suppose that's what they had in mind - able to take care of the basics for myself, but unable to touch what my hands most wanted to care for - my cock and balls.

The door opened and Cecile came in. It was like seeing her for the first time. She wore a short dress that was white with pale pink stripes. Her honey blond hair flowed over her shoulders, and the dress showed curves that hinted at large breasts and a small waist. She was barely 20.

My cock grew hard again at the site of her.

Cecile clipped a slave chain on my neck and guided me from the room and down the hall. Several other naked men, all with their arms secured behind their backs and being led by young women by their chains, were emerging and being led down the same hall to a large room at the end. This room was equipped with a series of tables along one side of the room. They all angled slightly slightly up on the side away from the wall. Each male was placed on a table with their head away from the wall, in the slightly raised position.

In the lower center of the table was a hole. My genitals were fed through this hole so they protruded below the table. A couple of straps buckled in place were sufficient to keep me from sliding or moving. I was secured and stuck.

I watched the other men as they had harnesses attached to their cocks. For the first time, I truly noticed that every male there had a huge, rock hard erection, just as I did. Harnesses were also fitted on my cock, and I could feel the same procedures being applied to my genitals as the others. Electrodes were greased and contacts strapped in place, secured and connected to sockets nearby.

The last step in our preparation was a head harness. Cecile took a leather strap assembly and slipped it over my head, buckling it in place. A bit gag fit into my mouth; it tasted bad, of vomit and Clorox. I didn't quite understand why it was needed. The straps were pulled tight, and the bit gag pulled well back in my mouth so that the straps pulled my mouth into a parody of a grin.

All was complete in less than 10 minutes. The girls were efficient, the males compliant. When the prep work was done, I lay on my table, waiting, wondering what would happen next. Cecile was walking up and down the center aisle, between the males, observing, when the first evidence of the daily cycle occurred.

The male across from me, a strong, dark haired young man of 18 or so, suddenly started to moan. The moans increased and became frantic as his body began to convulse. His cock was throbbing below the table, and as his moans transformed to cries, his cock strained for a moment and then began spurting semen. The semen squirted down below the table and was collected in a funnel that led to a glass container below.

The male's orgasm continued to squirt sperm when my own cock began reacting to electrical stimulation. The stim felt like it flowed through my whole groin area, urging the sperm to flood out of my testicles, gather together with semen and begin building pressure. It was making me groan and seconds later I began to scream in a combination of pleasure and pain. The massive orgasm was building, I could feel the fluid building and flowing quickly. The electrical cycles were like a jackhammer, pressing and sucking the sperm from my body in a horrible mockery of orgasm.

As the climax finally hit me and my cock spit body fluid out at high pressure, I screamed and gurgled, unable to control my reactions to the rippling waves of pleasure that ran up and down my body. Semen ejaculated hard, I bit down on my bit gag and let my body take over, temporarily losing consciousness of anything but the intense pleasure that was flooding my brain.

I slowly came back to my senses but realized the electrical impulses were still going on, urging every bit of semen from my body. I was sure there was nothing left, but the shocks kept rippling up and down my cock and balls, and my penis pulsed and convulsed, squeezing out every last drop. My balls were hurting and my entire groin aching when the electrostim finally stopped.

Collapsing in place, I concentrated on recovering... and noticed Cecile standing in front of me, looking at my face with curiosity. She then knelt and checked my genitals where they protruded below the table, touching them slightly and making sure all the electrodes were in place. She then touched my face with her fingers, a surprising and unexpected action, and then moved on to check others.

The room was full of noise. The sound of men in the agony of orgasm rippled and echoed, strangled cries heard through teeth clenched on bit gags. The male across from me had finished his ejaculation and was resting, recovering as I was. We lay on out tables, unable to move significantly, waiting. My arms ached from where they were strapped behind my back. The other straps kept me on the table, unmoving.

Activity in the milking room calmed after a bit, as all the men had their sperm forced from their bodies. We lay in place for an hour or so, when suddenly one of the other males began to moan again, and then writhe and scream in place.

The cycle had begun again, and I watched as one after another of the other males had massive orgasms, ejaculated sperm in huge quantities into collection funnels below the tables, and struggled against their bonds uselessly as the demanding electrical pulses pushed their bodies well beyond their normal capabilities in order to obtain a larger quantity of their seed. I found myself looking at the rows of cocks on either side of me, and the pulsing ejaculations of sperm.

It hit me again, at last... the electrostim dragging my body through the cycle of pleasure, ejaculation and orgasm, followed by increasingly intense pain as the machine demanded more and more sperm. This continued for the entire day, with long periods of boredom broken by moments of decreasing pleasure and increasingly intense pain. The last cycle of the day lasted the longest and there was nothing pleasant about it. My muscles contracted in an attempt to ejaculate body fluid, but my body was out of semen and all that was left was pain. My testicles ached and my penis throbbed horribly.

Finally, we were released, one at a time, and dragged back to our cells, where we collapsed on our cots. I hardly had strength to eat the dog food that was shoved through the door before falling asleep.

This was the first day at the sperm production facility in New Mexico. Each day after was much the same, though as my body adapted and began producing more semen to meet the machine's demands, the pain was mostly replaced with pleasure. Boredom ruled most of the time.

Until, that is, Cecile revealed another side of herself.

Bitch In Heat

2011-02-07T11:20:00.000-08:00

It was a pitiful Starbucks on Devonshire across from an abandoned Stater Brothers.

The neighborhood looked run down, past renovation. The only thing that would save it was complete demolition. I watched as she parked and walked in. Jackie sat with me and mumbled something about wishing she could get a coffee herself.

"Fine. Let's go get something and see how it goes." I like to keep Jackie happy, it makes life easier. Not to mentioned I love her something awful.

I drove the rental car to a spot just next to the coffee shop and parked. We walked in and headed to the counter to order something. Jackie had coffee, black, and I had a double mocha latte extra whipped cream hold the coffee. Janice was sitting in one of the few chairs, texting someone as she sipped her cardboard Vente something or other. She didn't notice us, which was remarkable in itself; I was wearing black jeans, black tight fitting halter, and my kick-your-ass boots. Jackie doesn't have to dress to kill, she looks killer no matter what she is wearing.

Our drinks came up and we made our way to the tiny table in front of Janice. I pulled up a chair and sat next to Janice. Jackie stood to the side where she could be seen. Janice looked up as I put my drink on the table.

The look on her face was priceless. First confusion, followed by recognition and then fear. Our first encounter had left an impression.

"What... what are you doing here?" She asked, licking her slightly pouty lips. She wasn't trying to entice me, she was nervous.

"Now, that's not very nice of you, Janice! We haven't seen each other in a while, and I thought you would greet me with a little more enthusiasm than that. We had a good time, I think."

She looked over and noticed Jackie standing to the side for the first time. "Yes... it was... interesting. So are you just here to shoot the shit, you wanna go out or something?"

Janice was beginning to relax, and eyed my semi-revealing outfit. She was such a perv.

"No, dear. You know I wouldn't make the trip all the way out here just to shoot shit, unless it was your shit and it was still inside you. You are looking good today, kinda cute. I want to play. Do you want to play? You do, don't you?" I reached one hand up to stroke a strand of hair away from her face, gently... almost lovingly.

"Jenn, you left me on the street wearing hooker clothes last time. Not to mention I was sore for a week and got and infection. You know I like to play, but I need some reassurances. You know? Besides, how about me and Jackie do you this time," she looked pointedly at Jackie. "That would be fun, wouldn't it, Jackie? You and me? Jenn maybe upside down watching me make you cum?"
Jackie snorted a laugh, leaned down to Janice's ear and whispered loudly, "I think I might like to see your boobs sagging the wrong way, actually. And your face get red from the blood pumping the wrong way up."

Janice turned a little red and looked at me with appealing eyes.

"Here is the deal, Janice," I said. "You can come with us now, freely. Trust me, you will enjoy yourself and we will let you go relatively unharmed. Or we can leave this place now, separately, and Jackie and I will abduct you forcibly and unexpectedly. Maybe at home, in bed, or walking into school, or who knows? If I have to come get you later, I won't be as happy as I am now."
I grinned at her just to show how happy I was. She looked at me for a moment, and finally took a sip of her coffee and stood up. "Fine. Let's go."

I sighed happily and stood with her. One thing I like about Janice -- I am taller than she is, which makes the whole dominating bitch thing a lot easier. Jackie slipped behind her and snapped cuffs on one wrist before she knew what was happening. As she turned with a protest, Jackie expertly pulled her arm around her back and snapped the cuffs on her other wrist.

"Hey! Is this necessary!?" Poor Janice looked upset. She was beginning to get into the swing of things.

"Let's go," I said in a loud voice. Several of the patrons stared at us as I took one of Janice's arms and Jackie took the other. They probably thought we were undercover cops arresting a pusher or something. It felt good to lead the bitch outside and across to our car. I put my hand on her head and pushed down, just like the cops do, as she went into the back seat. The hood I bought slipped over her head and cut off her vision; slamming the doors and she was more or less in our power as I got in the driver's seat and headed over to the 405 and then north.

In less than two minutes we were heading north on the 5 and out of the city. We turned off toward Lake Piru and into the hills until we got to a dirt road. A short distance and we saw what we sought - the abandoned church. It was in bad shape, and didn't have much to recommend it other than its being really isolated. I parked in the dirt lot to the side, out of view.

Janice started wriggling around in the back seat. I think she was getting exciting now that the car was stopped. That or her wrists hurt from being cuffed behind her back while sitting in the car. Didn't matter, the cuffs were staying on. Jackie opened the door and we pulled her out of the back. She was still wearing the hood and couldn't see where we were, which was fine, but her head moved back and forth as if she was trying to see something.

As we climbed up the creaking wooden steps to the side entrance of the church, she started asking for things. "Hey, this time, don't cut my clothes off, ok? I like this top. And don't leave me strung up for so long, I think I still have scars on my wrists." She was really getting into the experience, getting excited and anticipating the pleasure/pain.

Once inside, we slipped her hood off. The sun shown through trees outside and cast an dingy light across the empty sanctuary. The pews were long gone, but the platform at the end was still there and we dragged her forward. She was silent as she took in the rotting wood and broken glass windows, realizing she was far from civilization this time. She looked cute, too.

Then she saw the noose. Right in front of her, how she missed it at first I don't know. I guess she was looking around and realizing she was in an abandoned church, and feeling the irony of how our debauchery would be amplified by our defilement of the formerly holy place.

She jerked back from the rope, looking up at it. Janice gets a lot more attractive when she is scared; her eyes get big, the hard edge fades and is replaced by a simpler, more helpless and pleading look. Almost makes me want to fuck her.

Jackie held her arms behind her as I slipped the noose over her neck, a practiced motion that was complete before there was time for Janice to complain. She stood looking at me with those big eyes and flushed. I let myself go, and leaned in and kissed her on the lips, long and slow, at first just lips sliding but then our mouths opening and tongues darting under and over each other. My arms encircled her, holding her form to mine, feeling her breasts pushing against mine as her breathing quickened.

"Enough!" Jackie was tired of watching us.

I broke my embrace, but before moving away, licked Janice from her collar bone, up her neck and across her cheek. It was a sensual movement, but also one designed to illustrate her subservience to my control. She sighed a little.

Stepping back, I grabbed the other end of the rope which loosely surrounded her lovely neck. The rope was a very heavy one, very thick. This was important, as we didn't want it to saw through the flesh and tear tendons or open arteries. Just a steady, choking pressure would be enough. The rope was flung up over a beam in the ceiling, and when I pulled on the end it tightened the noose around her white neck, slowly squeezing. The knot slipped down as the loop of the noose closed until it rested just below her ear.

"Jenn, you have to be careful... this is serious, I-- gggggghrrrggg...." Janice's protests smoothed into a raspy imitation of speech and then finally to a strained gurgle as the noose drew tight. Another inch of pull and she was on her toes, pushing as hard as she could to follow the rising rope. Another inch and I saw the rope begin to fold and squeeze her neck as the gurgling noises changed in tone; more of her weight was on her neck and less on her feet. Slowly, ever so slowly, I pulled on the rope and watched more and more of her weight being supported by the noose around her neck.

Watching her squirm was a delight. Her body was showing the stress of the situation; her breathing was strained and rasping, just a little air getting through. In spite of this, her stomach and chest were heaving and writhing in a concerted effort to suck in air. As long as her toes could touch the dirty wooden platform, her legs were still and straining straight down. As soon as her toes left the floor, her legs began kicking and flailing.

She lifted further into the air as I pulled on the rope hard; there was no pulley and it rasped against the wooden beam above. When my victim's feet were about a foot off the ground (and her face a nice beet red), Jackie slipped a couple of bricks underneath her feet. She quickly found the supports and lifted herself a couple of inches up, which relieved most of the pressure and she began breathing again. Her legs wobbled a bit, but she was able to balance and recover.

Shears. Garden shears. She protested, whined, cajoled, as we cut her clothes off. I wanted her naked as the day she was born, exposed completely, and it only took a few moments. We saved her shoes and pants. The top and her bra were quickly in shreds.

I especially enjoyed the moment when we cut her bra, slicing through between the cups. Her breasts just kind of fell out of their support, and bounced a tiny bit. Jackie reached over and cupped them, rolling both nipples between her thumbs and fingers. Hard nipples, almost immediately. Janice was into it, as much protesting as she did, her slutty side was showing through. She loved the attention, I think. In being the victim, being manipulated and pleasured with pain, she was the focus. She reveled in it.

The bricks she balanced on were a couple of feet apart, forcing her smooth legs wide. My hand went between her legs and I felt her shudder at my first touch, sliding down and between her pussy lips. I could feel her clit and passed over it as I slid one finger inside her. Poor Janice. She couldn't move much but she sure gasped when my finger went in. She was soaking wet, ready for me to tease and manipulate her, but she couldn't move for fear of losing her footing and jerking down on her noose.

We decided a vibrator would help. I knelt before our captive queen, and began licking her lips and clit as a vibrator slowly slid inside her. She was moaning as Jackie suckled on her breasts, making little gasping noises mixed with guttural grunts of pleasure. The muscles in her thighs were contracting and the longer we went, the more she shook and wriggled with pleasure.

Until she lost her footing, and first one and then the other foot slipped off the bricks. Her feet swung 6 inches off the floor, kicking slightly and her grunting gasps of pleasure became quiet, suppressed gurgles. Her body shook as she tried to breathe and failed.

All this time I kept sucking her clit, working the vibrator in and out of her, holding her ass to keep her close to my face. Jackie kept on kissing and licking her neck and face, pinching and squeezing her tits. As she slowly suffocated the lack of oxygen sent her into a different space, endorphins were released in a flood and I felt her hips shake in a massive orgasm.

As the orgasm slipped away, Janice's body went limp. She was losing consciousness. I went over to the rope and slowly brought her twitching body down. As the rope descended, her body stretched out in a mass of limp arms and legs on the floor. I stood over her, and slapped her hard. She jerked, her head moving from side to side, and I slapped her again. It felt good, so I did it again.

Gasping for air and regaining her breath, Janice struggled below me as I slapped her a fourth time for good measure. I lay down next to her with my face next to hers as she slowly recovered from her near death experience and orgasm.

"Fuck." she finally said.

"Well, yes, sort of," I replied.

"Fuck," she repeated in a hoarse voice. "That was fucking intense. I have never had an orgasm like that. I was out of it, almost blacked out but it felt like I was drifting into an ethereal sea of sexual pleasure. Fucking amazing."

"It's an age old technique, dear. Jackie wanted to let you croak and dump the body, but I told her no. I have more in mind for you."

"Take these cuffs off. I am exhausted," she was cute, thinking I was done with her.

"Well... not just yet. This part was for you. You have been really perving out recently about asphyx and death fetish, so I decided to treat you. But now comes something for me." I smiled at her, and I could see the fear come back into her eyes. She knew I was capable of things she wasn't capable of handling.

I got up. "Time for my fun!"

Janice struggled to her feet. She looked good naked and struggling, though I appreciated her more when she was prone on the floor. No doubt about it, she was cute. I wondered what had gone wrong in that poor girl's life to make her such a kinky pervert. Only for a moment though. We had work to do before dark.

As if reading my mind, Jackie got the heavy, 6 foot steel pole which had been standing inconspicuously in the corner. Janice saw that something was coming, and decided she had had enough. Attempting to dart out the door, still naked and cuffed, she tried to get away. I tripped her casually and she hit the floor like a sack of flour.

"OOOohhhh.... that must have hurt," I said as she gasped and began moving slowly to get back up. Too late, for Jackie was on top of her in a moment, sitting on her ass. She slid the pole under her, along the back of Janice's legs, along her back and under her cuffed arms and finally past her head. Jackie slipped a belt under Janice's elbows, threading it under and then over and through the buckle. Tightening the belt drew the elbows together nicely.

Jackie stood and we both took a look at her handiwork. Janice tried rolling over to get up, but having your arms secured behind your back at both wrists and elbows makes maneuvers like that much more difficult than you might think. The heavy pole didn't help much either.

"She looks delicious," Jackie said, and then leaned over and kissed me. She melts me when she is unexpectedly affectionate like that. We spent a little time enjoying the kiss, and broke when we heard Janice complain.

"Hey! Guys! I been a sport and all. But come on, let's head back. It's going to be dark soon and I will be missed. And I am getting splinters here. If you want, we can head over to my place, and get naked together..." She looked pointedly at Jackie, whom I must admit, was looking really good. She has a perfect body, one that I have described as lithe more than once.

"Uh, Janice, you are already naked. Whether we get naked or not will be up to us, later. For now, I like that you are the only one without the clothes. Be grateful we aren't going to tie you to an anthill or something." I stood with my arm around Jackie and looked at Janice's naked body splayed out on the floor.

"Let's get down to it," I said to Jackie, and she stepped over to the corner where the pole had stood. Several coils of rope lay on the floor and she brought them over and dumped them on the floor next to Janice's increasingly writhing body. The two of us knelt, slipped a couple of coils of rope under our struggling victim and began the process of wrapping them around her body tightly. As the coils slipped over and under her body, we tightened them so that she was secured to the pole. I left her head and legs from her knees down free.

Three straps left-- they went around her legs, folding her shins to her thighs and securing her there. The last strap went around her forehead, and secured her head to the pole behind her. When we were done, poor Janice was tied securely to the pole, unable to move, bend or struggle. She was complaining loudly and beginning to get on my nerves.

"One... two.... three... heave!" Jackie counted down from one end of the pole as I took the other. We lifted together, and set the pole on our shoulders. Janice hung from the pole between up and squealed like the stuck pig she was. All three of us made our way outside, Janice swaying slightly between Jackie and I as we made our way around to the back of the church.

There were two heavy posts buried in the dirt over a small fire pit just in back. Nothing fancy, just a hole in the ground with old ashes, and the two posts sticking up. The posts had notches at the top. Jackie and I had secured and tested these posts the day before when we had been out preparing the site. We moved over to the fire pit and slowly, carefully, set Janice's pole into the notches of the posts. She hung above the fire pit, looking down.

She began to realize what was happening, though I think she didn't want to admit it yet. Her complaints became a little more vocal, a little more panicked as she looked straight down at the ashes below her. I put my hand on her to calm her down, and stroked her smooth skin like I would a horse. Or a puppy. Or even a pig, spitted for roasting.

Jackie got the wood. It was a particular kind of wood design for slow, low flame coals. I got the kindling. A bit of newspaper beneath it all, and a lighter and the fire began to burn. It wasn't cold out, in fact it was kind of hot, especially out in the hills like we were. Winter in California can be that way, I guess. A breeze had come up in the late afternoon which blew the smoke and most of the gathering heat away from our roast.

Janice hung about three feet above the flames, looking down as the fire caught and flames formed. She was getting a little hysterical, though she couldn't be feeling any of the heat yet. I did take her hair and tie it back in a pony, to keep it from hanging closer to the flames. No premature catching fire.

I decided that Janice had never looked better, tied up completely immobile as she was, hanging above the fire. It made me happy to see her like this. I reached out and fondled her nipples a bit, observing them get hard. Playing with her boobs was fun, but playing with her pussy was more fun. Her legs, while tied to the pole, were still slightly apart, allowing room for me to get a couple of fingers in and play with her clit a bit, and then slide in. She was still a tiny bit wet from the asphyx scene and it felt good to be inside of her, whether she liked it or not.

Jackie had spread a blanket out with a picnic basket. Wine, cheese and bread were spread out as well as some chilled bottles of Fiji water. I love Fiji water. Who wouldn't? It's from Fiji, after all! I sat down on the blanket and Jackie and I sat watching the fire burn below our victim. We munched on cheese and bread, popped the cork on the Merlot, and began to get quietly drunk.

It wasn't long before I was in the mood; wine does that too me and with Jackie laying right next to me, I found myself rolling over and kissing her. She kissed back, and wrapped arms around me, pulling my shirt up and out of my pants. It wasn't long before my bare breasts were pressed against hers, and my hands were roaming down to her legs and ass. Jackie kisses better than anyone I have ever known, and I could have gone on kissing her for hours. She stroked my face, neck and back as she kissed, loving me in the way that melts me and wants her inside of me.

My girlfriend slipped down from my mouth to my breasts, suckling on my nipples, evoking a low moan from me. Her hand was reaching under my pants, trying to get deep enough to find my slit. I fumbled for a moment and finally undid the buttons, and her hand found me and slipped inside.

"Oh, god...." I was vocal when I had sex, and Jackie was the one that made me cum every time. She slipped my pants off, leaving me pretty much naked on the blanket, and slipped her head between my legs. Her tongue slipped over my clit, two fingers inside, and I was in heaven. I lay looking at the sky, letting the feeling slowly build in me, until finally I closed my eyes, arched my back and bucked. The orgasm flooded over me, and continued. Jackie didn't let up until I lay exhausted, arms and legs spread wide, relaxed, tired, and happy. I swear, that woman is the best.

Reality came back to me in the form of Janice, who was really complaining loudly. I looked lazily over to her and saw that the fire had begun to burn down to coals, and the air beneath her shimmered with heat. The breeze had stopped and the heat was heading right up to her exposed flesh.

"Please... Jenn... I am getting burned. It hurts here. Please, let me go. Don't really hurt me, this is burning me." Blah, blah, blah, it went on. Pleas. Begging. I could see her stomach and boobs were turning red from the heat, so I stood up and walked over.

"Tell you what Janice? You aren't done yet, but I want you to cook evenly, so I will turn you over." I took hold of her spit from one end, lifted and turned it over, then gently laid it back down on the post. She was now facing toward the sky, and the heat of the fire was covering her back and ass.

"Jenn, please. You can't leave me here cooking. This is not fun any more, you have to let me go. You really want to burn me? My front is already burned, and-- pmpppmghghhhmp" Her complaints suddenly turned into unintelligible muffled sounds as Jackie stuffed a wad of underwear into her flapping mouth. A strip of duct tape sealed it in place.

Jackie looked at me sheepishly. "Sorry. I couldn't stand her yapping any more. Really annoying, and I want to spend a little quality time with you. Can't do that with her constant, narcissistic, self centered whining."

"Yeah. I agree. She is about as narcissistic as anyone I have ever met. It's one reason she is so kinky, she loves being tied up because it's all about her. She likes the pain because it is being inflicted. The fact someone else is there to inflict it is what gets her off." I took Jackie by the hand, and walked back to the blanket. The muffled whining continued, but it was at least bearable now.

Settling back on the blanket, I got down to work removing Jackie's clothes, a bit at a time. The sun was setting fast, and the temperature was dropping so we snuggled up next to the fire. I did so love a campfire, and especially snuggling with my love next to one. We kissed for a while (my favorite activity), and started making out. She had her legs and arms around me and was moving as if trying to merge flesh, make our bodies one. I finally rose a bit when she was on her back and lifted one leg... and pressed my pussy against hers.

I can't orgasm that way, but whoa... did it feel good to have her pressing against me. We started grinding, spreading our body fluids together and across each other. My hands reached down and played with her breasts, pushing hips together as I caressed her softness with my hands. She couldn't stand it after a while, I could tell she wanted to come, and her right hand slipped between our pussies and started massaging her clit.

Taking that as a sign, I slipped down between her legs and began work. She tasted wonderful, though I knew some of what I was tasting was my own juices. It didn't matter, I loved tasting her and feeling her in my mouth. It also didn't take much time before her ass was lifted above the blanket, shaking as I penetrated her in the way I knew she liked. I looked up over her stomach and saw her face, eyes closed, mouth open in an "O", and her nipples hard and erect. About a minute later she let out a long moan, and collapsed.

I crawled up next to her and took her in my arms, cradling the naked form of my love. We snuggled together, and looked down the length of our bodies at the wiggling form of Janice. Her skin was shiny from sweat, brought on by exertion from her struggles, as well as the increasing heat of the fire below her. Jackie and I simply cuddled and watched her for a while.

Finally, I said, "it's probably time to turn her now. Her ass is turning kind of red."

"Sure," Jackie sighed, "But let's grease her. I like her body all shiny like that."

I got some butter from the picnic basket and started smearing it over Janice's folded legs. Her head was strapped in place but I could still see her eyes big and scared staring at the sky except for the moments she could see one of us. Jackie spread the soft butter over her breasts and stomach as well.

"Let's turn her." We had buttered her pretty well on top, but needed to do the other side. I lifted with Jackie as Janice struggled. "Stop that, Janice! You don't want us to drop you in the fire, do you?"

Janice stopped struggling suddenly, and we turned her over so that she was face down again. Once the pole settled down on the posts, we began smearing the butter on her back and ass. It went on a lot easier, probably because the flesh on this side was still pretty hot from the fire below. It was red, too.

After her body was shining perfectly in the firelight, we left Janice to roast for a little longer and returned to the picnic basket. There, we removed some marshmallows which we immediately impaled on wire hangers. Janice looked down at the puffy white confections which sizzled below her, closer to the fire. She had stopped complaining and trying to make noise through her gag.

We finished a few marshmallows and drank some bottled water. We turned Janice again to make sure she was cooking evenly. I figured she had been sweating up a storm and probably needed a drink to rehydrate her, so I zipped off her duct tape, which elicited a short scream of pain. I did so love to hear Janice scream. After I pulled the underwear out of her mouth, she started complaining again.

"Jenn. You can't be serious. I am fucking dying here... please. You want me to be your bitch, I will be your bitch. I will call you mistress and do anything you want. In public even. Want me to wear nipple clamps to class? I will. Fuck me with a dildo, make me wear it all day. Collar me. Please..."

Blah, blah. The offer to be my bitch stopped me for a moment. Humiliating dear Janice in public and making her do degrading things was pretty attractive. But then I realized... I had that power anyway. I poured a bottle of water into her open and flapping mouth. She gagged and then swallowed as fast as she could. When the last bit of water dripped into her open mouth, I shoved the pantie gag back in and taped it over. Before leaving though, I licked her face. She looked so lovely, I couldn't help it.

Licking her face made me realize something. "Hey Jackie, we didn't oil her face! I think we need to be more thorough!"

Janice started renewed struggles, which didn't really matter. Jackie is really good at tying people up. We used the last of the butter and smeared it over her face and neck.

It was late, and the fire had burned down to just coals. The darkness was complete, and we had to use a camping lantern to see our way around. Anyone who knows about campfires knows that the coals can be hotter than the fire itself, and Janice was getting a practical lesson about this fact. She started asking to be turned periodically through her gag. It wasn't easy but she used a lot of effort and we could understand her say "Please. Turn. Me."

We even turned her on her side a few times so that her sides would cook as well.

Post coital bliss was simply better with the naked form of Janice roasting nearby. Jackie and I snuggled and kissed and fondled each other, every once in a while going over to check on the roast.

I sighed. "OK, I think it is time to see if she is done."

Inside the picnic basket was a long cooking skewer. The kind that was used to make kabobs. I pulled it out and went over to Janice, who was once again staring up at the night sky and stars as her back and ass slowly got redder and redder...

I pressed the skewer against her right breast, which protruded up from the ropes. "Don't move now. This will hurt a bit." (I laughed). (Janice grimaced at me).

With a nice, steady shove, I pressed the heavy needle into her breast. Janice screamed, muffled behind her gag. I pushed it further. Janice continued screaming as the flesh on the other side of her breast rose and poked out. The skewer suddenly popped through. There was almost no blood, just a tiny bit from where the needle came out.

"I think she is done!" I called back to Jackie, who was packing up the camping things. I pulled the skewer back out in a slow, steady move. Janice continued yelling and moaning beneath the gag. It was almost enough to make me want to fuck Jackie again.

Once everything was packed, we threw water on the remains of the fire, kicked dirt over it and then poured water on it again. We were nothing but careful. No accidents for us. We then lifted Janice up by her pole and carried her to the car.

When she realized we weren't going to untie her, she started struggling and straining and screaming from behind her gag once again. She was getting her exercise, which wasn't a bad thing. As cute as as she was, she could stand to lose maybe 10 lbs.

We drove away from the abandoned church leaving no trace of our presence there, except for the cold campfire. The car smelled a little like cooked meat. Back on the 405 we drove to Janice's neighborhood, but before approaching her house, we unstrapped her head from the pole and slipped the hood back on. We then restrapped her head to keep her from hurting herself as she wiggled and thrashed about.

We parked in front of her house. No one was there, or if they were they were asleep. The house was dark and it was quite late, well after midnight on a weekday. Slipping Janice out of the car by her pole we carried her toward the house. She was trying to make lots of noise, but the gag and hood kept the volume down.

We carried her up to the front door and leaned the pole against the wall next to it. I kissed her once, licked some of the butter off and pinched one of her nipples.

"It's been fun, Janice. Next time we might try something a little more hard core, what do you say?"

I could hear her trying to yell "NO, NO!" through the gag and hood.

As I plopped into the driver's seat next to Jackie and rolled away from the struggling form in the dark, I said "That will teach the bitch to criticize my writing."

Corporate Sexual Humiliation

2011-01-26T17:00:00.001-08:00

Since the gender revolution of 2027, women had effectively taken over and consolidated corporate structures throughout the world. Wielding their new found power, they influenced government to grant executives wide ranging discretion in dealing with employees, especially males.

Jake was familiar with the new rules and how life worked in the corporate management structure. He did pretty well in it, able to stay respectful and subservient to the women in charge, while doing a good job and making sure to keep his nose clean. He hoped to climb up in management some day, in spite of the glass ceilings that existed for men. He got along really well with his boss, a lovely woman named Corrine.

It was hard working for Corrine because she was so beautiful. Long brunette hair framed a perfect oval face with light eyes. Her lips were full and seemed to beckon him whenever he was in her presence. He was careful not to look at her body unless he could do so without being seen; she had long legs and powerful thighs rising to a tight ass. The ass gave way to a thin waist and finally to breasts that were not too large, but nicely prominent beneath the silk blouses she wore just to tease the male workers.

In spite of all this, he was respectful to Corrine, always doing his best job for her and making himself look nice so that she would be proud of her "little man". This was one reason he was so shocked when he was called into her office one day to find her in a red faced rage, angry and ready to fire him for misplacing an order.

"Jake. I simply can not take this kind of incompetence. It is beyond unacceptable! That order was worth almost $100,000 and we are going to have to work hard to get it submitted again now it is late!" He looked at her gorgeous face and flashing eyes and felt an erection growing. He crossed his legs to try and hide the hardon he always had in her presence.

"I am so... sorry... Corrine. Please, I will do anything to make it up. What can I do, you know I am a hard worker and..." Something about her eyes made him shut his mouth.

"It's true. You are a hard worker. Maybe we can correct this... correct you!" She thought for a moment while Jake stole a glance at her breasts pushing out the shiny silk blouse. There was a hint of nipple that had him salivating.

"Fine," she said. "On your knees!"

"What? I.. uh... " Jake had never been disciplined, though he knew it was done. He was afraid, he needed this job, it was hard for males to get a decent job these days.

"I fucking said... down on your knees!" Corrine's sharp bark got Jake moving. He slid to his knees in front of his boss and cast his eyes down to her feet. Such lovely feet... and ankles...

"Beg my forgiveness!"

"Please, Corrine... forgive me... It will never happen again, I promise!" Jake's voice was shaky.

"Stand up and turn around. Bend over that chair. Drop your pants." Corrine was barking orders now, and her tone made it clear there was no room for conversation. Jake turned around, bent over the chair, undid his belt and zipper and let his pants fall to the floor.

"Your fucking whitey tidies, too, bitch." She snapped at him, demanding that he pull his underwear down. He did, exposing his ass. He felt the first evidence of a blush flooding his face as he realized he was at work, in his boss's office, bent over a chair with his ass naked for her to observe and do with as she pleased.

"Janice, will you come in here please?" He heard Corrine talking on the phone, and moments later the door closed as the other manager entered the room.

"My, my... I see you have decided to punish the little bitch instead of firing him," Janice observed. "Nice ass he has. Let's see if it looks good if it changes color to red!"

"Please... Corrine... I won't--" Jake was actually beginning to break down emotionally, his humiliation and pride broken at what he was about to go through in order to save his job. Corrine cut off his pleas.

"Shutup, and feel the riding crop!"

Suddenly there was a slight whoosh of air and his ass exploded in a stinging pain. He cried out half in surprise, half in pain, "AAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!!"

"Let him squeal, Corrine. I like malesong," Janice sounded amused.

For a second time the swoosh announced the crop as it struck his ass. He didn't cry out this time, though the pain was worse. He held it in, holding his breath and gripping the chair.

The crop hissed through the air again and again, never striking his ass in exactly the same place, moving up and down. He tried to adjust himself at one point, unconsciously trying to move out of the way, but the crop caught him between the legs and slapped hard against his exposed testicles. "AAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"

His ass was on fire when the spanking ended. A soft hand slid over his sensitive buttocks, feeling the ridges of the welts left by the crop. The slight bit of saltiness from the hand made his welts sting and he sucked in breath to keep from whimpering. A second hand joined the first as Janice also felt his red and blistering ass.

"That was good, Corrine. I am glad that corporate came down with those new HR rules that allow us to keep the males in line. I hope that does it. Wait.... what's this?" Janice had reached between Jake's legs and pulled on his ball sack, bringing his testicles and penis back between his legs.

"Oh, my! Holy crap, look at that tiny cock..." Corrine started laughing. Jake felt one of the women take hold of his cock (which was shriveled from the pain of the spanking) and pull it. He felt himself blushing once again, humiliated by being examined like this. His small cock wasn't really that small, but he had always been a little sensitive about it.

"Spread your legs bitch so we can see this miserable thing a little better!" Janice ordered Jake and reached down to examine him more closely. He complied, spreading his legs wide so that his genitals hung down, accessible.

The two women played with his cock and balls for a few minutes, making comments about them and laughing. Finally, Corrine said, "I am not quite done with him. An added punishment is in order, one that is a little more lasting, I think." She addressed Jake sternly. "Stand up and turn around. Face me."

Jake stood, letting go of the chair and turned to look at Corrine and Janice as they smirked at him. His pants were gathered around his ankles, and he was exposed as he stood. The back of Corrine's office wall was glass, and he caught site of two female employees looking in through the plants that partially obscured the view of the interior of her workspace. He was on public display, and flushed red once again.

"I have something for you," stated Corrine. She pulled a small ring from her desk drawer. "I have been waiting for the chance to use this, and this seems perfect."

She took Jake's genitals in one hand and pulled hard, stretching them out in front of him. With the other hand she took the ring and snapped it around the base of his cock and balls. The ring fight tightly and pushed his fleshy protuberances out from between his legs.

"OK. Pants back up. But don't zip up, just do your belt." Corrine smiled as he obeyed. When the pants were back on, she reached in the slit left open by the undone zipper and pulled out his confined genitals so that they stood out from his pants, for all to see.

"There. I think the whole world should see just how pathetic you are, Jake. You are to remain like this for the rest of the day. Now, go do some useful work. I think you are late for the PO processing meeting. Get out of here, and don't fuck up again."

Jake stood for a moment in disbelief. Did they actually intend for him to work the rest of the day, exposed like this? Was this part of his punishment, to be humiliated by exposing himself in front of the whole company? He was flushing so brightly he thought he would catch fire, and didn't move.

"Go on! You want this job, you will get out there and get a record number of orders processed, while letting everyone know what a pathetic, miserable example of a male you are!" Corrine grabbed his cock and yanked him toward the door.

Jake shuffled through the door gingerly (his ass was still on fire) and was immediately confronted by the two girls that had been staring through the glass wall. Sheri and Casey. They stared at his groin for a moment and then giggled. Jake covered his face and walked along the cube aisle to his cubicle and sat at his desk. He stood up again immediately; his ass hurt far too much to sit on.

The PO processing meeting had just started, and he was supposed to be there. Jake looked down at the blob of flesh that extended exposed and distended outside of his pants. He couldn't just show up... walk in. Everyone would see him. They would want to know what was going on. They would laugh, mocking him. Especially the women. But he had no choice; if he was to retain his job, he would have to. He gathered a tablet of paper, held it in front of his exposed flesh, and left his cube.

No one noticed anything amiss as he walked across the cube farm to the conference room. When he entered, there were about 12 people sitting around the table. 10 of them were women, management and management trainees, as well as a couple of execs he knew. The two guys were processors, like himself. He carefully shuffled to the only chair available on the other side of the table, holding the writing tablet in front of his waist. The conference room was small and he had no choice to brush up against the backs of chairs as he squeezed around.

All was well until he squeezed behind Alice's chair. Alice was a management trainee, a pretty 22 year old girl that had silky blond hair that flowed over her shoulders. As he passed behind her chair he tripped slightly and the tablet caught on the back, moving it out of the way. The entire room went silent as they all became aware of how Jake was exposing himself in the meeting. Alice looked puzzled at the silence, wondering what everyone was looking at, and turned to see.

Alice turned just as Jake turned toward his chair. In his rush he had leaned forward slightly and his cock and ballsack slapped against Alice's cheek, evoking a disgusted gasp from the pretty girl. She reached up and batted the genitalia out of her face, and snapped, "Jake, you bastard! What the fuck do you think you are doing? You asshole pervert, I will get you fucking fired for this! Cover that pathetic thing up now!"

Jake was flushed with humiliation so badly he thought he would catch fire. "I... I... can't. Corrine... uh... she has ordered me to... oh, god..."

Jake hid his face for a moment before Janet, the exec leading the meeting, broke in. "Fine, Jake. We understand you are undergoing discipline. You shouldn't be letting that discipline disrupt meetings like this one. Your incompetence appears to be getting worse. Apologize to Alice."

"I'm sorry, Alice. I will be more careful." Jake noticed Alice was staring at his genitalia hanging out of his zippered pants. He looked around the table and noticed the rest of the women were as well, most with smirks on their faces. One of the guys was blushing and turning away so as not to look, the other guy was actually chuckling.

"Have a seat Jake," Janet ordered.

Jake slipped down into the chair, thankful that he could lower his exposed parts below the table and out of view. But, as soon as his ass hit the chair, he let out a small yelp and stood up again. His ass was simply in too much pain to sit.

"I am sorry, Janet. I... well, Corrine whipped my ass as well. It is very sore, and I don't think--"

Janet cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Fine, Jake. You come in here and show disrespect to the whole group, especially poor Alice here, and then insist on continuing to expose yourself. I think we might as well accommodate you. Show us what you have!"

Jake gasped in embarrassment, but stood straight, pushing his hips and exposed genitals out for all to see. Several of the women broke out laughing, including Alice.

"You know, that is a very small cock you have there, Jake," Janet said thoughtfully. "I am not sure if I should be disgusted or just sorry for you. Does it get any bigger?"

Alice reached over and took his cock in one hand, slowly beginning to rub it. "Let's see, shall we? I am sure it must get bigger, but it's hard to imagine it getting very big."

The whole room sat back in their chairs as Alice slowly massaged Jake's flaccid penis to an erection. Jake couldn't watch what Alice was doing, and instead looked at the ceiling, the walls, anywhere but looking at anyone in the room.

"Well, that's the largest it seems to get," Janet rose and came over to where Jake was standing. "I think we should have a little mercy on you here, Jake. I have a little something that can at least keep you erect. As long as you have to expose yourself for the rest of the day, you might as well be at your... erm... best."

Janet produced a cock ring and with some effort pushed it past the head and down the shaft until it rested at the base of his cock. There it squeezed gently, keeping the penis erect.

Tears had come to Jake's eyes, and one rolled down his cheek as the entire room laughed at his predicament. Janet returned to her seat and declared, "OK! Enough! We need to get some work done to recover from the $100,000 fuck up of Jake's!"

Jake stood for the rest of the meeting, his genitals exposed and drawing occasional glances of disgust from the women. When the meeting was finally over, he returned to his cube as quickly as possible, and began examining the cock ring, wondering if he would be able to get it off.

As he played and pulled on the ring, Alice appeared at his cube door and stared. "Oh... my... god... you are not content to humiliate yourself in that meeting, you come back here and start masturbating! You sickening male!"

Lisa, the 20 year old intern from the next cube heard Alice and poked her head over the cube wall. "Oh my gosh! Look at that! Wait till Corrine hears about this!"

"Oh she knows. She is the one that sentenced him to this," Alice sneered. "This is just... too much though. Using your punishment to get off and masturbate in your cube! You pervert! Fine, you want to get off so much, then do it. While we watch. Go ahead, stroke that pitiful cock of yours!"

Lisa came around to the cube entrance to get a better view.

"Please, Alice... I wasn't--"

"Shut up!" Alice barked. "Do it! Now!"

Jake actually sobbed for a moment from the humiliation and began stroking as he had been instructed.

His cock was already hard, because of the ring at it's base. He stroked, feeling it become raw from the friction and no lube. He didn't dare ask for any though, he just wanted to get it over with. He sat in his office chair, facing the entryway, pumping.

Alice and Lisa were joined by Christina, who had heard something of what was going on. Christina was a nice girl, and Jake had thought of asking her out at some point, when he got up the nerve. He almost lost his erection in spite of the cock ring when he saw her standing in his cube, watching with a kind smirk on her face. He looked down and saw his erection which was still pitifully small, and closed his eyes. In his mind's eye he imagined Christina was the one stroking him and that she was enjoying every second of it.

After a couple of minutes of pumping, he could feel the sperm begin to gather and ready itself for ejaculation. He moaned a little and shifted his hips. The girls were watching him, making little comments about his genitals. Even Christina joined in and cracked a joke about his swollen balls; the sound of her voice aroused him and made him aware of his situation.

Opening his eyes he realized there were now about seven or eight women watching him. He flushed a deep crimson and almost slowed his jerking, but Alice barked at him to keep going. She was such a bitch... and he resumed his beating faster and faster.

All at once the climax hit him and he grunted involuntarily. His head tipped back and he felt the orgasm spread across his hips as he pushed up and squeezed the semen out. The women laughed, and a few clapped when he finished his show, stroking his cock slowly as the last bits of semen oozed out. A couple of the girls had their cell phones out, and had been taking pictures, or videos. Jake hung his head in shame at the thought that this humiliation might be preserved forever... and maybe even posted on the Internet.

As the girls left his cube, Jake rose to go pick up the newest POs from Janet. As he stood he looked down at his exposed genitalia and noticed that he had soiled his suit pants with semen. The stain spread over the front of his pants down both legs and almost to his knees. The white stickiness was drying into a crusty stain. Jake stood and stared, and sat back down. He couldn't walk around like this any more.

At lunch time Jake decided to go to the cafeteria. Most people around the company knew what had happened, and would not be surprised to see him at least. He walked in the cafeteria door, his fleshy genitals hanging in front of him. His penis was still partially erect from the cock ring, and he was glad of it because it made it look a little larger. Maybe he would not be teased as much...

Christina appeared before him. She looked so gorgeous today, he wondered if he had any chance with her at all after the embarrassment of earlier. She looked kind, and asked if she could have lunch with Jake. "Sure, I would ... love that. If you don't mind."

"Of course. Here, let me guide you through the lunch line." Christina smiled, reached down, grabbed Jake's cock and pulled, leading him toward the cafeteria food line. Jake felt his cock suddenly expand from her touch, as well as his face burning from the embarrassment of it's being used to be dragged around by this beautiful woman.

His first lunch date with Christina, and he had is pants unzipped and his cock and balls hanging out for all to see. He was grateful when they finally sat down and he could hide himself under the table. Throughout lunch, he could not determine whether Christina genuinely wanted to spend some time with him or whether she was simply having some fun at his expense.

When he returned to his cube, there was an email from HR waiting for him. He was informed (it said) that as part of the new corporate discipline program, his punishment was to be captured photographically. He had an appointment at 2:00 with Paula in HR, who would take his picture, which would later be posted on the newly established company Board of Shame.

He used the time until his appointment to try and get the cock ring off. It was a problem because the harder he tried, the harder his cock became and the tighter the cock ring. He had no lube, and sat spitting on his cock, missing and getting saliva all over his pants. It mingled with the semen stains. He finally got the cock ring off by applying some soap from the restroom and his cock immediately shriveled back to its flaccid state.

He showed up at 2:00 as required, and waited outside Paula's office. The administrative assistant (a guy named John), informed him that he was to stand facing the wall in the corner, out of the way. Standing in the corner was a blessing, as he was able to turn his exposed cock and balls away from passers by, though everyone knew he was there for discipline. He hung his head and leaned against the wall as he waited.

After about a half hour, Paula came out and greeted him kindly. Jake turned and saw a tall woman of about 40, over 6 feet in her heels, with a short and very cute haircut. She looked down at Jake for a moment, staring at his cock with dark eyes that never wavered until she looked up at his face and said "I heard about you... the lost PO, tiny cock, Corrine finally getting fed up. What is that gunky stain all over your pants... oh..."

Paula let out a long, guttural laugh as she realized how Jake had messed himself earlier. "Well then... this is going to make a nice picture! Stand up against that white wall over there."

Jake stood against the wall, facing Paula who had a small digital camera. A bright light illuminated his entire form and made him squint slightly.

"Stand with your legs just a bit apart... that's it. Now, hands behind your back." Paula ordered him to stand in the perfect position to accentuate his exposed genitals. "Hmmm... that still isn't good. Let me see..."

Paula came up, grabbed Jake's cock and balls in one hand and pulled hard. Her other hand pushed his pants back, pulling his genitals further out of his pants until his unshaved pubic hair was exposed and the maximum exposure was achieved.

"There. Now... just stand still..." Click. Click. Click. Paula took picture after picture, at different angles, closeups, full body shots, his face, his cock... everything. After about 10 minutes, it was over, and she smiled happily.

"Yep. That will do it. Better get back to work, dear... if you want to keep your job. Otherwise, all this humiliation will be for nothing."

Jake worked hard from 3:00 to 4:00 when he received a call from Corrine. She demanded his presence. He stood and walked to her office, knocking on the door.

"Come in." Corrine looked happy. "Oh, god, look at that! You poor thing, you have been walking around all day with your pitiful flesh exposed like that... well, we were able to recover the order from the customer, so I guess we can let you out of your situation."

Jake felt a flood of relief and started to tuck his testicles back in his pants.

"NO! Not yet, Jake... I heard you put on quite a show for some of the girls, and I wasn't there. You owe me something for that, don't you think? Come over here... service me." Corrine sat on the edge of her desk and hiked up her skirt, exposing dark panties which she quickly slipped off. Beneath them was a perfectly shaved, glistening pussy. Jake gasped for a moment, looking at the folds of flesh nestled between Corrine's firm smooth thighs.

"Jake. Service me. I am not sitting like this so you can stare, this isn't for your benefit. Come over here and make me cum; and it better be fast or I will lose my patience with you again."

Jake knelt in front of Corrine and slowly slid his head between her naked thighs, taking a deep breath and smelling the musky odor of her sex. His nose touched the softness of her cunt, and then his lips. She was wet, and ready for him. Grabbing his head from behind, Corrine shoved his face into her pussy, hard.

Jake used his tongue, delving deep inside Corrine's vagina, tasting her natural lubrication as he worked to get her off as quickly as possible. She guided him, thrusting her hips and pushing his head down as hard as she could. Her soft flesh enveloped his face, making it hard to breath... and then as she pushed him harder, it became impossible to breath. He tried to pull back to get some air but she was getting close and shoved him back in.

With a moaning grunt, Corrine came. She ejaculated, spurting her urine over his face as she orgasmed. Jake tried to pull back but she had both hands shoving him in deeply as her hips thrust and her legs shook with the climax. When she finally let go, Jake gasped, sucking in air as fast as he could. Corrine lay on the desk, exhausted and recovering. She reached one high heeled foot out and shoved Jake away from her.

"Get out of here. Go home. Wash your face off, too. It's a mess."

Jake finished zipping up and walked across the building, a mixture of Corrine's body fluids drying on his face. Several people noticed he no longer had his cock and balls hanging out, but... what was that all over his face? He didn't answer, but got to the restroom as quickly as possible. He washed, straightened his clothes, and left the building as quickly as possible.

It had not been a good day.

Kidnapped

2010-12-10T08:04:00.001-08:00

She didn't struggle. It wasn't clear if the chloroform hit her too fast, or if she was just naturally submissive. In any case, Janice looked up at me with a sort of surprised recognition for a moment before her eyes rolled up and closed, sagging into my arms. She slumped down across my blouse, pulling it down as she slid. Even when unconscious she was trying to get my top off.

Getting Janice into the trunk wasn't hard, but getting her out resulted in her limp body falling to the pavement. Ooops. I actually apologized to her unconscious form before dragging her into the abandoned house I had found the day before. A patch of carpet prevented any further abrasions to her delicate skin as I drug her along. There were no neighbors, but a passing car slowed to see what was going on. I smiled, and waved, as if it was all perfectly normal. The guy driving the car stared at the scene: a tall pretty girl dressed in black, a torn blouse and bedraggled long purple hair dragging a seemingly unconscious older girl with large breasts into an abandoned house.

He almost hit a fire hydrant, and after narrowly avoiding the obstacle, he sped off. Don't get involved.

The hardest part of the whole operation was getting her limp and uncooperative form up the steps. I hate steps. I hate uncooperative lesbians even more. The two of them made me sweat like a pig, and I was really glad when my girlfriend came out and helped drag her into the room we had prepared. We let her arms drop with a thunk! when she was in position.

She began twitching on the floor. The anesthesia was wearing off. We quickly raised her arms above her head and strapped her wrists into the opposing ends of the spreader bar. Another spreader bar was secured to her ankles, and she lay on the floor with arms and legs akimbo, forced out and wide in the loveliest "X" position.

I took smelling salts, a small capsule of ammonia, and broke it under her nose. The thing stunk and I turned my head. It worked really well, too, because in a couple of seconds my sleeping beauty was thrashing around like a stuck pig, trying to get away from the penetrating odor. I threw the capsule away and sat back, observing my newly acquired possession as she slowly got her bearings.

When she saw me, her eyes grew wide with recognition. "You! You... how... "

"How did I find you?" I chuckled. "I warned you I might show up unexpectedly. So here I am. And there you are. Ready for a little play time?"

She fidgeted, realizing she was bound in a rather awkward position, testing the restraints a bit. Sitting up, she moved her widespread arms in front of her as she looked around the abandoned and decaying room. She looked worried. That turned me on.

Her body started to wriggle, prevented from making very meaningful movements from the arm and leg spreaders, but still more than I wanted right then. "Yep, you seem to be eager to get started. Let's give you a little lift!"

I walked over to the side of the room where a rope was secured to a heavy (though rotting) armoire, and then ascended to a pulley above. I untied it and started pulling on the rope, drawing it through the pulley. After going through the pulley, the rope descended to the arm spreader that held my acquisition's arms apart. By pulling on the rope, I raised her arms above her head.

"Hey, what? What's... what? Ow. That's pulling. Oh my god..." she began wriggling harder as the rope pulled her higher, forcing her to stand on her spread legs. I didn't stop there. Continuing to pull, I lifted my bound victim higher in the air, inch by inch, until her toes left the ground and she swung free, hanging by her arms.

Janice swung for a moment, the weight of her body straining her arms and shoulders. The straps around her wrists were soft, designed to take the weight while keeping her secure, but I imagined she wasn't a happy camper right about then.
"OK. Look Jenn. I understand what you are doing. Let's have some fun, but let me join in. Let me down and we can do something together..." She was looking up at her wrists and then across at me as I tied the rope off again. Being kidnapped was something that she had always carefully planned in advance, but this time it was being done unplanned, by a stalker, albeit a rather sensual and adventurous stalker. Her nerves and fear were beginning to bubble over, and it could be heard in the tone of her voice.

"My dear, you are participating. You are absolutely lovely, dangling from above. But I think you don't really have a leg to stand on right now," I grinned wide at this, "so let me help a bit."

I got two boxes that stood in the corner and slid them under her widely spread feet. She managed to maneuver onto them, and support herself just enough to relieve the worst of the strain on her arms. Her breathing was still fast and she looked at me like a rabbit in headlights. Yes, this was really, really, turning me on.

A creak in the old floorboards announced the arrival of my girlfriend. Janice jumped in surprise and almost lost her footing when she realized we were not alone. "What is this, Jenn? Who is this? I don't trust this, I am not sure that I want..."

"This is my girlfriend. You know I have told you about her. She and I do everything together. Don't worry, I won't let her get carried away. In the meantime, I think you have talked enough. Time for the gag." My girl produced the full head harness with ballgag. I stood on tiptoe and slid it over Janice's head, buckling it into place.
"Wait, you can't gag mphghhpmphhh," her protests turned unintelligible as the gag slipped into her working, flapping mouth, spreading it wide. A good shove got the rubber ball all the way in, and I buckled the last strap tightly. Yep. Nicely done, the straps covering her face enhanced her looks tremendously, making her sexier than ever. I took the opportunity to lick her cheek.

I stepped back for a moment to view the current situation. She half hung from the ceiling, sort of balancing on toes that shook on the weak boxes under her spread feet. Drool was already forming around the gag, and we could see the slightly scared, slightly expectant look in her eyes. I was getting so hot by this scene, I needed to express myself. Turning to my girlfriend, I wrapped my arms around her waist, kissing her deeply. One of her legs rose slightly to wrap around my legs, and I enjoyed the feeling of our breasts pressing softly as my tongue danced with hers.
A muffled noise drew out attention back to the prisoner, who was looking at our incipient makeout session with jealousy. My girl and I turned to her, hand in hand, while we pondered our next move.

"I really want to get a better look at her. She doesn't need that top, does she?" my girl was rather too the point as she pulled out some rather large shears. I watched as she took the bottom seam of Janice's top and pulled it out, then started snipping. She began struggling a little, and made pathetic muffled whining noises. I guess she had liked that top. Oh, well, I thought. Can't be helped.

The top removed, her large breasts were still trapped under a very unbecoming bra which looked uncomfortable. No matter. A couple of snips later and the softness of her curves was released and hung heavily and nakedly before us. My girlfriend stepped back, and I stepped forward, sliding one hand over her now naked breasts, feeling their shape, their softness, watching her nipples react to the touch. Leaning over, I took one nipple between my lips and began to suck gently. She really did have a good body, and it felt good to finally be able to touch it in any way I wished.

Janice moaned slightly. I looked up at her face as I switched sides, taking her other breast in hand, nipple in mouth, and began suckling. She was rolling her eyes, closing them, feeling the arousal and impossibility of her situation. Frustrated with the inability to respond and participate as I played with the texture of her aureole, feeling the nipple become hard under my tongue, she also felt a certain humiliation with being bound and used in front of someone she didn't know. My girlfriend watched in amusement as these conflicting emotions flickered across her face.

When I finished playing with her breasts, I stepped back and observed the lipstick I had left smeared across both her nipples. It helped, I decided. She looked better that way. But there was something missing.

Nipple clamps. The nasty gator ones that hurt a long time after they were removed, ones with big springs that clamped down hard. I pulled them out of my bag, and walked over to my poor Janice, dangling and available for me to play with in any way I pleased. She saw the clamps, and knew what was coming. The sensation of pain wasn't new to her as the first clamp clutched and smashed her left nipple, but she still squealed behind her gag and jerked her head back to look at the ceiling. The second clamp kissed her right nipple briefly before I released it and another agonized squeal was heard. A small weight was attached to each clamp, assuring a constant downward drag on her most pert breasts.

"I think you still have too many clothes on," I observed. The shears were still nearby and I began work on her jeans, cutting from her ankle cuffs up the leg, slowly exposing the shapely form. This prompted a lot of jerking around, flexing, and muffled howling. Expensive jeans? Or just shy? Hard to tell with her mouth all full like that.

Cutting jeans off is hard work. My hand hurt afterward, and as I stood looking at her nearly-naked form I sucked on some sore spots. She had a body, there was no doubt about that. She looked good in just panties, too. Still, what waited underneath was better, and needed to be exposed. My girl picked up the shears and with two quick snips, the panties dropped away and revealed my dear Janice's pussy. She had turned her head as if to try and hide her face. She was really feeling vulnerable, exposed... humiliated? Hard to believe this slut was embarrassed by nudity. Then again, this was her first encounter with me.

I felt a hand slide around my waist, gliding over my stomach and under my top. My girlfriend wrapped her arms around me, nuzzling my neck in that most arousing way she has. I continued to view Janice's taught body, strung up in front of me. With a slow, deliberate movement, I kicked the box under her left foot away. She dangled and tried to maintain with her right foot on the remaining box. Her struggles were a delight. I watched her leg muscles flex and jerk until I kicked the other box away, leaving her dangling. Stepping back to view my handiwork, I watched her hanging by her arms, slowly swaying backwards and forwards.

"I want to make you cum," the words whispered in my ear were like music. Her hands slid across my stomach and then under my pleather skirt, pushing it down over my hips slowly. When it was down far enough, I wriggled and let them drop. Her hands descended between my legs and searched for the softer flesh of my pussy. I continued to look at Janice hanging before me, wriggling gently in her bonds as my girlfriend's fingers found and spread my lips. They were wet. I moaned involuntarily and turned to kiss her. She never missed a beat, and one finger entered me as I spread my legs slightly, encouraging her entry.

The strength left my legs, and I sank down to a mattress that lay to the back of the room. Positioning myself so that I could watch our prisoner struggle, I raised my knees and spread my legs wide, inviting my girl's tongue to do what she does so well. It was hard concentrating, with two fingers deep inside, hooked to my G-spot, and her tongue sliding gently over my clit, and then harder and faster as my hips began to move with the need for increased sensation.

Janice looked down at the spectacle of our lovemaking, a mix of frustration, desire, arousal and anger flickering across her face. I could tell she wanted to participate. But she wasn't participating except as a bound and gagged observer and that's the way I wanted it. I lay looking at her suspended from the ceiling, feeling the sensations of a slowly building orgasm as I observed her body stretched and restrained before me. Her hips even began swaying (unconsciously, I am sure) in rhythm to my own.

Finally I reached the point where I could not keep my eyes focused and open any more, my hands went down and grabbed my girlfriend's head and I raised my ass off the floor as the climax flooded over me. God, it felt good, cumming in that place, with Janice looking on helplessly. I had wanted to do this for ages, and finally, here we all were. It was better than I had hoped.

My girl and lay in each other's arms for a while, panting, sweaty from exertion. Janice was making muffled whining noises, trying to talk through the gag. We looked at her for a while, enjoying the site of her naked form on display just for the two of us.

When recovered sufficiently, I rose from the mattress and walked over to Janice. "Dear. My dear, lovely Janice. I know you are frustrated, incredibly. You want to join us, I think. And in a way, it's only fair. We have had some fun, you deserve a nice fuck as well. What do you say?"

She looked at me with a mixture of hope and caution. "Mpphhhfff," she said.

"I will take that as a yes. I think we can do something here..." and with that, I went over to the rope, untied it and slowly lowered her body. When her toes touched the floor, she stabilized herself and relieved the strain on her body. As her arms came down she stood more normally (though her legs were still spread a good three feet wide). Her arms lowered until they stretched out to either side at the level of her breasts. Lowering her like this changed the whole dynamic of her body - she didn't look as skinny when her flesh was no longer stretched, and her boobs hung down a bit (which accentuated the affect of the nipple clamp weights).

My girlfriend grabbed her arm spreader and jerked it behind her as I lowered the suspension rope further. With a slow, deliberate guidance she took Janice down backwards so that she was laying down on the floor on her back. When the rope was completely relaxed she tied it to a hook in the wall, forcing Janice's arms above her head as she lay.

I took out the rather large strapon and slipped it around my waist, positioning it properly at my groin. A few buckles tightened, and it was on firmly, ready for my prisoner's pleasure... or discomfort. It remained to be seen.

When Janice saw what I was wearing she yelped. It was a large dildo, I had to admit. Big. Wide and long. Perfect for the slut I knew her to be. Slowly and deliberately, I knelt between her spread legs. Guiding the tip of the artificial cock to the edges of her pussy, I began playing at stimulating her. She was looking at me with dread and anger, and I smiled down at her for a moment.

"Oh, wait. I think I forgot something... you would appreciate a little lube, I suppose." She nodded her head vigorously, making approval noises through her gag. A small bottle and a squirt did the job, and the artificially ribbed and molded rubber was slick as could be.

The dildo pressed against her pussy lips once again, this time making a slow entry. The lube helped a lot, though I could see the cock was pretty large and had started stretching her out. I went slowly, getting it deeper and deeper, watching for her reactions. When it was about 3/4 of the way in I could feel resistance and saw her flinch as it pressed against her cervix. Perfect.

Pulling out again slowly, I observed her pussy lips clasping the rubber rod as it exited her body, clinging as if to protest its withdrawal. When it was almost all the way out, I pushed in again, pressing harder this time. She grunted. It sounded good. I felt good on top of her like this, and lowered myself a little further until our stomachs touched and my breasts brushed hers. She was looking up at me, her eyes meeting mine as I began a slow but deep rhythm, pushing in and out with my hips.

In know time at all I was pounding into her, effort combining with the heat of the old house to create a sheen of sweat all over my body. I could feel my flesh slipping against hers and it was gratifying to feel her grunting in pain at the same time she was thrusting her hips to meet my own thrusts. I was penetrating deeply, our pussies touching and grinding, which meant that on each thrust the dildo was penetrating deeply enough to ram against her cervix. She probably felt like she was being impaled. She was, and she loved it.

What a slut.

Her eyes glazed over, still open but no longer following mine. Her grunts had taken on a kind of mewling noise, and she was wriggling her hips in a most unladylike manner. Suddenly, her chest and neck flushed a deep red. Her eyes closed and she moaned, pitching her head back while her entire body tensed under me. Her climax lasted a long time, and I kept going, grinding deep within her, pressing my own clit against the back of the rubber dong, pushing, feeling her flesh against mine...

And I had my own orgasm, climaxing just as she began to come down from her own. It was mostly psychological for me, to have her pinned beneath and at my mercy while forcing myself on her. Her body felt fantastic below mind, large breasts pressed against mine, legs raised and pressed against the outside of my thighs... I came with a loud moan and after a few moments collapse on top of her prostrate nakedness.

My girlfriend was there, at our heads, sitting and observing the look on Janice's face as she recovered from this intense experience. I slowly withdrew and Janice looked up at my girl's face, only to see a leather strap descend to her throat. The strap quickly surrounded her neck, and tightened until the blood started backing up in her head, turning it red and then purpose. She was breathing in short gasps with a partially restricted airway.

My girl was quick and to the point. "We are leaving now. It has been fun. We might even do it again. Would you like that?"

Janice nodded slightly, though it wasn't sure whether she really wanted to do it again or simply thought that was the right thing to say. In response, I leaned down and removed my best nipple clamps, causing her eyes to bug out and a rather loud screech. Twice.

"Gooooood. I want to thank you for the slut you are. Since we kind of screwed up your clothes, we are going to leave you some fresh ones. We didn't know your size, so they might be a tad small. But they will be enough to get you home. Now... " My girlfriend's face was hard and cold, "you aren't going to talk about this with anyone, are you? Because if you do, we will simply say it was aaallll arranged. Your past slutcapades will be enough that no one would ever believe anything different. And of course... we would be forced to come back later, and perhaps take harsher action."

"Better listen to her Janice. She is a wild one, and I can't always control her," I said seriously. "Here are your clothes. Sorry, no underwear, but it's just for a short time. We will untie your hands, then you can take care of the rest."

I took the incredibly short plaid schoolgirl skirt and starched white blouse and lay them next to her. We untied her hands and then left as she was fumbling with the buckles of her head harness and gag.

Later, sitting down the street in the rented car, we observed Janice exit the building with an extremely angry look on her face. She was wearing the plaid skirt which barely covered her ass (as long as she stood perfectly straight) and the blouse which was two sizes too small, bulging at the buttons.

As she hurried down the street, the same car we saw earlier came slowly cruising down the street. It started pacing her, though she refused to look inside. Finally the driver, the guy that had seen me drag the unconscious Janice into the abandoned house, rolled the passenger side window down and started talking. Janice pretended not to notice for a second, and then stopped. She looked up and down the street, as if looking for something. Finally, with a sense of resignation, she got in the driver's side door (exposing her naked ass in the process) and the two of them drove off.

Cuckold

2010-11-27T11:21:00.000-08:00

James came in the door with the slow, tired demeanor of someone who had had a hard day, and threw his coat on the back of a worn leather chair in the living room. He untied his tie and threw it over the coat. As he stumped down the hall, the sound of his wife rummaging in the closet greeted him.

"Hi, hon. Are you getting ready to go out tonight?" James asked tentatively. His wife, Erin, turned and surveyed him with thinly veiled annoyance. She was a tall woman, almost as tall as James, with short dark blond hair cut with an attractive tousled look. Her face looked about ten years younger than her 32 years, with light freckles and gray eyes. A smooth light complexion complemented her overall look. She was putting on a rather tight black dress which nicely showed her remarkable curves, and stopped mid-thigh to show her strong legs.

"Yes, James. You remember, we are going over to Vic's tonight. I told you this Sunday night. What is it with you?" Erin put on a pair of black heels over her bare feet and then faced James appraisingly. "It doesn't matter. You aren't the one that needs to look impressive. In fact I don't think you could if you wanted to. Lets get going."

James was standing with a slightly sad, slightly shocked look on his face. He had indeed forgotten that he was accompanying his wife to her lovers house that evening. It wasn't the best of situations, and he did not relish the thought at all.

"Hon... babe... Erin. Do I need to go this time? I mean... I will take you out someplace really nice. We haven't been to the - "

Erin interrupted him before he could get any further. "James, we have been over this. I have needs that you can not fulfill. Your lousy dick is just part of the problem. I don't blame you, you didn't have any experience with women because of that pitiful thing, so even if you got a decent sized one now, it would be a waste. I need this. So if you want me to stay with you, this is what you will do."

Erin lowered her voice and slid up to James, wrapping her arms around his neck lightly, and letting her lips brush his cheek and lips as she talked.

"We are going over to Vic's. You will sit in the chair, and watch as I fuck his brains out. Maybe you will learn something, maybe not. And if I want to fuck him repeatedly, you will watch that as well. You will be silent and respectful, and not interfere. This is the condition of our marriage, and you will live up to it, or I will leave you and take everything you own in this world. Now, if we have that straight... let's get going!"

James had put his hands on Erin's waist and hips instinctively as she rubbed her body against his, and whispered her demands. The sensation of holding her youthful, incredible body drove him wild. He felt the raging erection in his pants. But instead of taking his wife as he desperately wanted to do, he simply nodded his head and followed her from the room.

Vic's house was a short drive away; a large ranch style custom home much too large for one person. He lived there quite happily, having kept the house as part of a divorce settlement a few years earlier. It was secluded from the street by a row of trees, and as James pulled into the drive and stopped in front of the house, he felt that he was descending into purgatory. Erin got out and walked up to the door. James followed, head bowed in humiliation. He watched Erin's long legs before him stride confidently, the white flesh contrasting with the black dress which showed her rounded ass.

The door opened and let out a stream of welcoming warm light. Vic greeted them both, and kissed Erin soundly with a deep tongue kiss which she returned eagerly. Vic smiled and shook hands with James and led them to the den, a large area that had comfortable couches and recliners, ottomans and even a soft fur rug in front of the fireplace. In the corner there was a small chest, which James knew contained a variety of sex toys and paraphernalia.

"So, James buddy. That's your chair, as usual," Vic motioned to a hard square office chair with arms in the corner. James sat obediently, shaking his head in wonder that he was once more about to watch this construction working do his wife. What choice did he have?

Vic raised the lid on the chest, and produced a line of rope which he handed to Erin. Erin walked over to James, smiling. "Dearest... last time I am afraid you actually tried to pleasure yourself with that embarrassing thing you call a cock, while Vic and I were having fun. Completely unacceptable. I ended up throwing your underwear away, I didn't want to touch that sticky, dried residue. No touching tonight, and to make sure you don't Vic and I have decided you should be restrained."

"Wait! Erin, what is this... you can't tie me up!"

"Oh yes, James, I can. I am very good at it too." Erin looped James' right arm several times and then strung the rope over to the left arm.

"But, Erin... please... I won't interfere, and I won't masturbate. Honestly. Just... don't tie me up. Please. Please!"

Erin felt herself getting aroused as her husband pleaded. She was really getting off on humiliating James this way. She really wanted Vic inside her fast, but she knew it would be better if she played this out a bit.

"James... I am afraid that this is quite necessary. And if we have any problem with you tonight, we might have to gag you. Vic?" Vic handed her a short penis gag that inserted into the mouth with a head harness. "You see? Vic and I are going to enjoy ourselves, and you either have to control yourself or we will control you."

James simply hung his head as she put the final touches on the ropes around his ankles. She really did know how to tie a knot, he realized. He could hardly move.

Her job done, Erin and James began spending their evening together. They poured themselves drinks, made martinis and sipped them on the sofa across from James. He watched them as they talked intimately of their jobs, their lives, hopes and dreams. Their conversation was more intimate that anything he had shared with Erin since soon after their wedding, and tears trickled down his face as he watched Erin snuggling closer, lifting one leg and sliding it over one of Vic's legs. The action rode her skirt up so that James could see her beautifully rounded ass... she was wearing no panties.

Then Vic's hand was on her ass, lifting and pulling as they kissed passionately. In moments, her skirt was lifted up and bunched around her waist and Vic's hand was stroking her pussy as she slowly moved her hips against his hand. Erin was kissing him deeply, moaning in a kind of short breathed demanding way that meant she wanted sex bad. James could see his wife's pussy was wet and glistening as Vic slid one finger inside.

James squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, but then opened them again. His own erection was raging and he was horny as hell. He wanted to touch himself so badly, but the restraints kept his hands away from vital parts.

Suddenly, Vic stopped making out with Erin, rose and removed his pants. He then walked over to James, who looked at him with amazement and surprise. Erin watched with amusement.

"So... James boy. I think your wife there deserves a nice, big, hard cock. Care to help me get ready?" With this, Vic grabbed James' hair and chin, pulled his head back and mouth open. Raising one leg up, Vic slid his semi-hard cock into James' mouth.

Erin watched with complete pleasure as her lover shoved his cock into her husbands mouth. Vic was anything but small, and James gagged as the shaft was pushed deeper down his throat. Trying desperately to breathe, James was simply keeping his mouth open and hoping for it to be over soon, but Vic kept pushing in and out, his cock getting harder and longer. When it was fully erect it was a solid nine inches, and James was seriously choking. Erin could not tell if it was due to embarrassment or choking, but she could see James' face was bright red. She slowly slid the fingers of her left hand over her clit as she watched the show.

Finally, Vic removed himself. James gasped, breathing freely for the first time in several minutes. Vic was hard and well lubricated with saliva, and moved back to Erin. Spreading her legs wide so James could see everything, she accepted Vic on top of her as she lay back on the soft couch. She gently guided Vic until he was pressing slightly on the lips of her pussy, and then with ecstasy felt him push into her.

Behind Vic, she heard James gasp as he saw Vic enter her. He never did get used to seeing it, and it never ceased to excite her to know he was watching Vic slide inside. She felt Vic's large member filling her, spreading her wide, penetrating deeper, and she almost climaxed right then.

James watched Vic's shaft press against his wife's pussy lips, slowly parting them as he pressed. They were glistening wet, and with the added lubrication of James' saliva on his cock, it slid in with little problem. He saw Erin's hands clutching at Vic's ass and back, clawing, pressing him closer and deeper. Her naked legs wrapped around his thighs, bouncing as he began to thrust.

James view was perfect; he could see his wife's flesh wrapped tightly around Vic's cock as it pulled out and then plunged back in deeply. Vic's balls began slapping against Erin's ass as they picked up the pace in a constant rhythm. Vic had lowered some of his weight on top of Erin, and they began kissing as they fucked.

It was one of the most frustrating nights James had ever experienced. Seeing his wife fucking so passionately, with Vic's long hard member pounding in deeply. Each thrust was evoking a slight grunt from his wife, and her body squirmed under Vic's muscular form.

James wanted to be inside his wife so badly, he could feel it. He was watching closely as the two lovers rocked and pushed, moaning as their sexual excitement increased and approached orgasm. His own cock was rigid and jerking inside his pants. He began a rhythmic motion with his hips, pushing in synchronization with Vic's thrusts. His cock throbbed and slid against his underwear, and his inner thighs. It wasn't enough, but it was all he would get this evening. That, and the sight of his wife's incredibly body wrapped around another man, pushing and pulling him to orgasm.

The lover's orgasm arrived with quite a bit of noise. Vic started grunting and swearing as the contractions began deep inside him, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper than before. Erin, sensing the coming wave, frantically thrust and wriggled her hips, moving one hand to rapidly massage her clit just above Vic's thrusting flesh.

With cries of pleasure, the couple climaxed within seconds of each other. James observed Vic's ass tighten and press with the need to eject his fluid into Erin's body; Erin thrust upward and wrapped her arms and legs around Vic as tightly as she could.

At the same time, James experienced a flood of pleasure. His own cock convulsed, and sperm suddenly spurted into his underwear. He tried to stop it, knowing in the back of his mind that Erin would find the dried residue, but he couldn't. It was too late, and he simply filled his pants with sticky fluid.

Hanging his head, James heard his wife and her lover panting as they held each other in an after-orgasm glow. There were wet sounds of kissing, suckling and the like as Erin and Vic caressed each other. When he finally raised his head and looked again, he was greeted by the sight of Erin's wide spread legs revealing her pussy. Draining slowly from the crack was the white fluid of Vic's semen, oozing out.

Reaching down and fondling herself, Erin felt the leaking fluid and gathered some in her fingers. She took Vic's cum and stepped over to James. She smeared the semen on his cheek, laughed, and returned to Vic.

It was only the beginning. Erin and Vic spent a long evening together, playing with each other as James watched. At one point, tears trickled down James face as he watched the couple 69 before the fire, Erin gagging slightly but continuously thrusting her hips into Vic's face.

After they had exhausted themselves completely, Erin and Vic untied James. Erin led her humiliated husband to the car, kissing Vic as she got in to the passenger's seat, and telling him what a wonderful time she had had that evening. She made it clear that Vic was by far the best lover she had ever had.

With Vic's dried cum across his face, and his own cum filling his pants, James drove his wife home.

Anatomy Lesson

2010-11-12T15:21:00.000-08:00

"Ladies, we have a special treat today. In our studies of the human anatomy, we have spent some time doing comparative anatomy with the human male. While the study of the male is certainly of less interest, comparison of the lesser male and superior female does give us a better understanding of ourselves and of the archaic, historical reproductive methods."

At this, the 20 or so girls in Miss Leman's class had their attention drawn to a strange gurney rolled in from the side door of the classroom. The strangely shaped gurney was split at the bottom, so that the occupant's legs would be spread wide and down, away from the rest of the body. Laying on the gurney was a male in his early 20's, strong and lean. A series of straps held him securely to the hard metal gurney.

The male was naked, as all males were naked in that time. Clothes were as unnecessary as they were for animals. However, the male's head was securely covered by a black wooden box.

"Will everyone get up, and gather around the sample male? We will be examining and then castrating him today, and you need to be close to see the parts as we use and dissect them."

The class of girls gathered around, some of the shorter girls jockeying for position and squeezing forward. When everyone had a view of the male's body, Miss Leman began her examination and explanation. Her hands lifted the limp (though large) male member in her hand and began to idly stroke it.

"As you know, most of the male organs are external to the body which makes them easy to study. I am currently stroking the penis, a shaft protruding from the body which is used for urination. At one time it was also used for penetration and insemination of women, but as we all know this rather unhealthy and disgusting practice is no longer necessary."

The male moaned slightly as his penis became erect. It was muffled heavily from the box covering his head. Miss Leman commented, "You can hear a bit of the male's reactions to my manual stimulation. His head is covered with a sound absorbing box to prevent his cries from disturbing us too much. He is also wearing a heavy gag inside. However, you will be able to observe his reactions to our procedures today, as not all sound is blocked."

The girls looked on in fascination as the male's penis grew larger and harder in Miss Leman's hands. When it looked like it was going to get so stiff that it might break, the teacher surprised the students by climbing on the male's body, straddling his stomach. In this position, her skirt was hiked up high on her thighs, revealing long, strong legs which many of the other girls admired longingly. One reason for Miss Leman's popularity as an instructor was her amazing looks and tight, muscular body. Most girls had at least a little crush on her."Girl's, as you can see, the male is now erect. I shall now demonstrate the basic, and archaic use of the male genitalia."

With this, Miss Leman pulled her skirt higher, until it surrounded her waist, revealing that she was not wearing panties. She slid forward, her pussy rising slightly and positioning over the penis, which stood straight up.

"You can now see some of the original reason for natural vaginal lubrication," Miss Leman said as she spread her pussy lips and began to slowly insert the penis inside. Her breathing was coming slightly faster, and at the first contact and entry of the penis glans, the male made a grunting noise and thrust his hips slightly.

"As you can see, the male has a natural desire, which he can not resist, to enter a female. This uncontrollable urge is one reason males have been subdued and are controlled in modern society," Miss Leman continued lecturing as she slid down the shaft, letting it sink all the way inside her, meeting the male's thrust. "The mutual rubbing of penis inside a vagina produces an intensely pleasurable feeling for the male... something similar to the superior orgasm which females experience."

Miss Leman continued to slide up and down on the penis shaft for a while, as the girls observed. Some were finding themselves aroused by this decadent display of animal lust. The male was grunting and pushing, and Miss Leman appeared to be enjoying the process as well. She no longer lectured, but was breathing heavily. Some of the buttons on her white blouse had come undone, revealing soft cleavage that shuddered slightly as she bounced on top of the male.

Just when some of the girls felt the urgency to satisfy themselves, and others felt the urge to report the disgusting behavior of Miss Leman, she slid up and off the male.

"And now, to finish this part of the demonstration," she said, breathlessly recovering her composure as she continued to stroke the stiff penis in her hand. Her fingers deftly manipulated the lubricated shaft, until with a loud groan the male convulsed and a white liquid came spurting from the hole in the tip of its penis.

"You see... this is how we get sperm. I understand the shock you are experiencing with facing the pure biological function, but regardless of your distaste, it is important that you understand." Miss Leman pulled her skirt down, buttoned her blouse, and continued her lecture, describing the process of sperm manufacture in the testicles, through the various intermediate steps, mixture with semen and final ejaculation.

"All right, I think it is time to take a look inside. This male is scheduled for castration, and we can use this opportunity to take a look inside. Gather around, now." Miss Leman slid a tray of metal instruments close to the naked male's groin. His spread and strapped legs clearly revealed the genitalia, the large, engorged penis still recovering from orgasm, and the floppy sack of flesh below.

As she described the procedure, Miss Leman picked up a scalpel. Taking the male's scrotum in one hand, she displayed the heavy flesh sack for all the girls to see. They were encouraged to touch it briefly, feeling the soft lumps of the testicles inside. The male shook a little and muffled sounds came from the box that covered his head.

"As you can see, this area is extremely sensitive for the male. Your handling of his testicles has caused him some discomfort. This is nothing compared to the discomfort he is about to experience, of course, as we remove these organs from his body. We will all be grateful that he is gagged and his head well secured inside the sound absorbing container."

Miss Leman, raised the scrotum up in one hand, distending it and pulling it tight with the testicles making a smooth round shape. The scalpel was skillfully used to slice a long incision across the end of the scrotum. The male began to twist and struggle in his bonds, the pain of the cut clearly a surprise. Muffled moans and cries could be heard, but they were stifled enough that Miss Leman could be heard clearly as she described the exposed anatomy.

With a squeeze, two white soft egg-like lumps slipped out of the opening in the scrotum. Dangling before all the girls, the male's testicles were exposed. The scalpel sliced around them, cutting off a thin covering of tissue, revealing the texture of the lumps, as well as the small fleshy tubes that extended back into the body. As the male shook, squirmed and screamed inside his dark box, the girls each observed the nature of the sperm production organ, sperm path, and collection points.

Cutting deeper and further up, Miss Leman followed the path of the Vas Deferens, the tubes which transported sperm to the prostate and finally the penis. It was a mind capturing illustration of how the sticky liquid which lay drying on the male's heaving stomach was produced.

The male's penis was flaccid, shriveled and lifeless, hanging to one side. The pain wracked his body, his chest heaving up and down as he screamed into his gag and the sound deadening box absorbed most of his noise.

At last, Miss Leman produced something that looked like a sharp pair of pliers. She took one testicle in her hand, and positioned the pliers behind it, over the fleshy connection to the body. With a single, swift press, all connection to the body was severed. The male screamed, loudly enough that it penetrated through the gag and padded walls of the prison encasing his head. The testicle dropped into Miss Leman's hand. She placed it into a Petrie dish and passed it to the nearest girl, to study and pass on.

The second testicle was next. The frantic movements of the male showed that he was fully aware of what was coming. Blood was forming where the straps held his straining limbs in place. All this meant nothing, and with the same swift squeeze, the second testicle was severed, placed in a Petrie dish and then passed to the girls.

"The male's love of their genitals is unequaled," Miss Leman stated. "The removal of these organs is extremely painful, both physically and mentally. The current pain he is experiencing will give way to the psychological pain of having lost these two small lumps of flesh."

Miss Leman's hand slowly stroked the male's body, feeling the hard muscles still flexing in a useless struggle. It was clear she relished the experience.

Just before wheeling the male out of the classroom, Miss Leman removed the sound deadening box surrounding the male's head. It revealed the contorted face of a young man, perhaps about 20 years old. A heavy gag covered the lower portion of the face. The face was contorted in agony, eyes shut and cheeks wet from tears. Miss Leman leaned over and stroked the handsome face, and then kissed his cheek. The affectionate touch brought on new sobs as the man looked into her eyes, a knowing look showing that he was looking into the eyes of the woman who had just tortured and robbed him of his manhood.

The male was wheeled out. Miss Leman explained that he was to be sold as a slave in a mixed sex work camp. His castration was a requirement before entry.

His testicles remained behind in the classroom.

Breath Play

2010-11-01T15:19:00.000-07:00

"Do you love me?" I whispered in her ear, letting my breath carry the words gently and warm her neck.

"Yes..." She was not struggling against the straps that held her to the chair. Her eyes closed and her head tilted slightly, as if to give my question more access to the bare flesh of her neck.

My own long hair slid across her skin, where goose bumps appeared and then faded. As I slowly moved around behind her I let my breasts brush against her upper arm, first my left... then my right. I wore no bra and I sensed her warmth and imagined that my nipples grew hard just at that moment.

Positioning myself behind her, I lowered my face so that it was next to hers. We both looked forward into a mirror that sat in front of the chair, she looking into my eyes, as I looked into hers. Her legs were strapped to the chair legs, slightly apart. The light skirt she wore revealed smooth thighs (though no more).

Casually, my left hand slid across her shoulder until it cupped her throat, feeling the bare flesh there and squeezing slightly to feel the blood pump through arteries to feed her brain. She did not flinch. After a moment my hand slid down from her neck to her chest, and then under her top as I felt cleavage give way to the softness of breasts. Down my fingertips felt, crawling under the cloth and finding the perfect underside of the sphere until my hand cupped and lifted her right breast. My index finger slid up and played with her nipple, which was hard, waiting for me.

She gasped slightly at the stimulation, and shifted position in the chair, her body feeling the impulse to respond. She couldn't, which was the way we both wanted it. My right hand slid fingers into her hair, entwining and grabbing and pulling her head back until she looked directly into my eyes as I looked down. I kissed her then, a deep tongue kiss, forced upon her restrained form, and yet willingly accepted. Her tongue flittered and pulled mine in as her breathing quickened. Her kisses were always the best.

I broke the kiss, and withdrew my hand. Her top was partway open from my explorations, her breasts partially visible. Restrained as she was in the chair, ankles, knees, wrists and elbows, she had never looked sexier. My own arousal almost took me made me release her and start ripping clothes off, but I held my concentration.

From behind her, I brought out the thin latex sheet I had waiting. I slowly positioned it over her face, and then pulled it back all the way until it clung tightly, conforming to the shape of her nose, eyes, mouth. Her breathing suddenly became labored. In fact, her attempts to breathe were no longer successful. She stayed remarkably still at first, simply tolerating the rubber that covered her face. But the desire for air overcame her, and her chest struggled, heaving in her attempts to suck in some oxygen.

I released the rubber sheet, and she took a huge, deep breath. Panting for just a moment, she looked at me in the mirror with frightened eyes. Looking back at her in the mirror, I kissed her cheek, caressed her hair, and smiled approvingly. The latex sheet descended over her face once again. This time she saw it coming and took a deep breath before I pulled it tight and cut off her air.

It was only 45 seconds or so, but it was enough. She began to struggle, chest heaving and arms wriggling in the restraints. The latex sheet sucked into her open mouth as she tried to breathe. I released the sheet and she sucked in air, panting, gasping for longer this time. She didn't look at me for a while, and when she finally did her eyes showed the same fear, and as well as something else...

"Do you love me?" I once again breathed in her ear.
"Yes!" She almost spit out, as if unwilling to give up the air for that simple word.

"Will you do anything for me?"

She looked at the ceiling, took a deep breath, and then lowered her face so she stared at me directly in the mirror.

"Yes!"

It was time. She knew what she was in for, understand the reality. She had committed herself.

From behind her chair I produced a single large clear plastic bag and a Velcro strap. I slid the bag over her head. She stared out through the distortion of the clear plastic, still looking at me. The fear was still in her eyes. And yes... that something else. The love. The dedication. The commitment to do all, endure all, for me.

Could I take advantage of that? Yes, yes I could.

"When I place the strap around your neck, it will cut off your air. All you will have to breath is in this bag and in your lungs. The air will last about two minutes. The Velcro strap can easily be removed. Just pull on it, here." I illustrated how it could be undone with a quick, simple pull.

"Once I place the strap around your neck, I will undo your right arm restraints. You may remove the strap and bag at any time. You may breath at any time." She looked at me with a rising question of fear. She had not expected this-- this was a test. A test beyond what she was prepared for. She saw it coming.

"All I ask is that you not remove the bag. That's all. Give yourself to me, completely to me. Breathe in what air you have. I will be here with you. When consciousness slips away, know that you are still with me, and that it is forever."

Tears came to her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. "I don't know... if I can."

"That's up to you dear."

I slipped the strap around her neck, pulled it tight and let the Velcro hold it in place. She breathed in suddenly, the bag contracted over her face as all the extra air was sucked into her lungs.

As she continued to breathe, the bag expanding and contracting with each breath, I moved from behind her to the front, kneeling before her and undoing the restraints of her right arm. Her hand reached up and gripped my shoulder. I rose and slid over her, until I knelt between her legs, my face close to hers. She looked into my eyes with pain and fear, but I could see that it was fear that she would not make it, that she would give in.

Her sucking breath came faster now. She shook her head from side to side. Her free right hand alternately gripped the chair and my arm. Her skin under the bag was wet, sweaty from exertion and from the humidity of the trapped air inside.

The heaving of her chest was so alluring, arousing, I unbuttoned her blouse all the way, spreading it wide to expose her beautiful breasts. Placing my hands on her bare chest and stomach I felt the strain, the desperation in her body as she gasped for oxygen.

"Please... please..." She gasped. What is was she begged for I did not know, and I suspect she didn't either. I slid my hands up her body to either side, under, and then to the sides of her breasts and on to feel the ribs under her arms. At the same time I moved up and kissed her through the bag. Her gasping was panicked now, and her right arm clutched my neck, pressing my head against hers as she tried to kiss me with an all consuming kiss that would distract the pain her body felt.

I separated and watched her eyes closely. The fear was gone, the gasping was slowing. She was beginning to go.

Her free hand, which had held my arm tightly, was no longer tight. It was going limp, as her head began to wobble slightly. And then, all at once... her head fell backwards and her body relaxed completely.

I waited a moment, caressing her face, and then undid the strap. The bag slid off and cold, fresh air flooded her face, reviving her semi-conscious form. I slapped her once, twice. Her breathing strengthened and then took hold in slow, deep, starved gasps. Sitting with her head back, looking at the ceiling, she gasped and breathed and finally cried... tears running down her face.

I undid the rest of her restraints, and when they were all undone she fell forward, arms around me. "I have failed you!" she sobbed.

"No, dearest. You succeeded. I simply brought you back."

We sat together, enjoying the feeling of each others bodies against one another as she slowly recovered from the most intense experience of her life.

Self Control

2010-10-28T11:59:00.000-07:00

"So, you are telling me that you have been masturbating, every day, since you were 13?" Jamie looked at Mike with a mixture of disgust and amazement.

"Uh, well... maybe since I was 12," Mike could feel the blush heating his face and looked down at the table. He had married Jamie just a year ago, and was blissfully happy. Sometimes she could get a little overbearing, but she was so gorgeous, and he loved her. Mike wasn't that great looking and Jamie's tall, thin, brunette model good looks always made him feel inferior.

"So, you have been masturbating every day since you met me? Since we moved in together? Since we got married? Is that right?" Jamie's questions were almost statements, challenges, asking him to deny the truth.

"Yes. Sometimes more than once." Mike couldn't look at her now, he was looking at the table. He could see her tight fitting top over her perfect breasts, and that was enough to give him a hard on right then. Secretly, he knew he would probably be masturbating again within the hour, just to get this sexual tension out.

Jamie shook her head, not from disbelief but from a sense of bewilderment. "This is unacceptable. My husband can not only not control himself, he is letting loose more than once a day, even days that we have sex. This total lack of self control has got to change. I will not have you doing this. It will stop now, do you understand? No more. More more masturbation,

unless you ask me first, and don't expect me to say OK. I should be enough for you. We have sex a couple times a week, and if that doesn't satisfy you, well... you just need to learn to control."

"OK, Jamie. I understand. No more jacking off." Mike didn't mean it, he knew down deep he would give in the first time he saw Julie at work, and would head to the restroom and seek relief.

Two weeks later, Jamie asked Mike to join her in the living room after dinner. Jamie was looking her best, her long dark hair silky and straight, a low cut blouse showing her perfect smooth neck and shoulders and some of her ideal cleavage. Tight jeans emphasized a tight ass and perfect legs as she led Mike into the room and sat down opposite him.

Jamie removed a couple of things from a bag. Lifting a plastic freezer bag, she showed it to Mike. "Do you recognize this?"

Inside the bag was a tissue. "Uh, no..."

Jamie opened it and pulled the tissue out by a small corner and let it dangle between them. "This is a tissue filled with your dried semen. I found it in the bathroom trash. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Mike felt sick for a moment and hung his head. He said nothing.

"I also have been in contact with Julie from your work. She says you have been frequenting the restroom recently. A lot. Especially after talking to her. I think we both know what is going on here." Jamie was speaking calmly, but it was clear she was pissed.

"Because you have been unable to control yourself and keep your body fluids to yourself, I am going to take control. You need this, Mike. If you are going to be with me, you have got to learn control, and if you can't, I will take control. Now, remove your pants." Jamie's voice was stern.

Mike stood, nervously removed his pants and his underwear and stood naked from the waist down in front of Jamie. He blushed bright red, because his cock was sticking straight out in a raging erection.

Jamie rose, and went to the kitchen for a moment. When she returned, she had a bowl of ice. Kneeling in front of Mike, she took his cock and shoved it into the ice. Mike gasped, and asked "what are you doing?"

"I need you to control your erections and this is the first step. You will not have an erection without my permission from now on. You will not have an orgasm without my permission from now on. Is this understood?" Jamie was pushing and covering Mike's cock with the ice, watching it shrivel as she spoke.

"Yes, but... Jamie, I don't think this is necessary..." Mike's protests were interrupted by Jamie's calm but firm voice.

"Yes, it is necessary. You were warned, and you have been completely unable to control yourself. Now, hold your cock in this ice until it is nice and small. I need to get something else." Jamie reached over for a couple of other items. One was a small tube of lube, the other was a clear plastic device that had a small curved hollow tube with some rings attached.

With some satisfaction, Jamie observed Mike's cock reduced to a tiny shadow of its former erection. "Good. Now... lets apply a little lube..." She put a small amount of the lube on his cock and spread it around.

Mike looked in horror as the plastic device was brought over to his naked genitals. He now realized what it was, as Jamie began securing it to the sagging, bulbous flesh between his legs. His lubed cock slid into the short curved pipe, enclosing completely. The rings fit tightly around his scrotum, behind his balls.

Tightening the device and making sure it was secure, Jamie produced a small lock. Sliding the lock through holes in the piped part and the rings, she locked the device in place. Mike was now installed with a male chastity device. His cock was completely enclosed by plastic that pressed it into a slightly curved, flacid position and prevented it from being touched in any way except for a tiny slit at the end which allowed urine to pass.

The rings behind the tube which held the device in place behind his balls were tight, tight enough to be uncomfortable. Tight enough that any attempt to remove the device would create excrutiating pain, and perhaps even damage his testicles. "Jamie... this hurts. Its not... comfortable. And it isn't necessary. Besides, it will stop us from having sex. I mean, you have needs, and I am dedicated to servicing you..."

"Mike, shutup. This is my decision. I won't live with a guy that is constantly spurting his cum all over in random places, so this is my sacrifice as well as yours. I can get along with a dildo until you get control of your body." Jamie tugged at the device to make sure it was secure, causing a cry from Mike.

Jamie sat back and observed the locked and secured genitalia of her husband with satisfaction. "There... this is good. No more orgasms, no more erections without my permission. Don't even ask. Here are the rules. First, we will have sex and you may have pleasure, but you must earn it. You may have 10 seconds of intercourse with me for every week you keep the device on. The more control you exhibit, the longer the session. Think about the fastest you can cum. One minute? Two minutes of being inside me? Three? Count the number of seconds you need, and thats how long you need to stay celebate for me. Six weeks will get you a minute of fucking. Twelve weeks gets you two. If you need more... well, lets just say you might want to make sure you have enough time because it would be mighty frustrating for you to be pumping away inside me when your time runs out."

Jamie smiled cruelly at the thought. "Put your pants back on and clean up the dishes."

Mike was shaking from the shock. His cock was imprisoned, and the effect of the ice was already wearing off. The erection was coming back, and as the blood flooded and enlarged his cock, he felt increasing discomfort. He rose, pulled on his underwear and pants, and then went to the kitchen, feeling the pain of compression against his surging erection. But the device was effective, as his cock became hard it also caused a lot of pain which in turn made him go flacid. He washed the dishes and wondered how he was going to last a couple of months before having this thing removed...

That night Jamie decided she wanted to pleasure herself. She did so with Mike present. Forcing Mike to sit in a chair facing the bed, she first slowly and carefully removed her clothes. Her awareness of Mike's extreme discomfort as she stripped before him and his penis kept trying to flood with blood and become hard was exciting to her and aroused her. When she was completely nude, she sat on Mike's lap, feeling the hard package of plastic press against her pussy as she kissed Mike sweetly on the lips. He wrapped his arms around her, but after a moment she broke free and stepped away.

Laying down on the bed she spread her strong, lean thighs wide apart, licked the fingers of her right hand for lubrication, and began to slowly rub the lips of her pussy. As her arousal became stronger, her internal wetness covered her fingers and she pressed harder onto her clit, sliding up and down. Her eyes closed as she felt the sweetness of sex and her fingers glided over her clit and into her pussy.

Mike watched her with increasing discomfort. His cock was hard and pressing against the plastic sheath, bulging very painfully. He whimpered, caught between the desperate need to touch his penis and stimulate himself, and the pain that urged him to distract and stop the cycle of arousal. When Jamie began sliding her hand harder inside, using two fingers inside and pressing against her lips and clit, Mike began to cry from pain and frustration. He wriggled in his seat, unable to tear his eyes away from Jamie's hips, which were now rising and falling as she neared orgasm.

He bit his lips. He dug fingernails into the palm of his hand. He did anything he could to distract himself, as the pain in his groin became unbearable. Jamie began making the small mewling noises he knew meant that orgasm was sweeping her body, and her chest flushed red as climax took her.

It might have been easier if Jamie had not been so beautiful, if her body had not been so perfect. Every fiber in Mike's being wanted Jamie, and as she slowly came down from her sexual peak, he bit his hand as hard as he could, drawing blood.

Eleven weeks later, Mike officially asked to have the male chastity device removed. He had learned to cope during this time. Reports to Jamie from work were that Mike avoided Julie now, and in fact refused to look at any of the women at work. His work performance had gone up, and he was in line for a promotion, now that he was no longer so preoccupied with self pleasuring. He had also become more docile, more obedient at home, taking direction from Jamie easily and even kneeling before her and giving her pleasure while he could receive none.

In spite of this, down deep Mike was a cauldron of boiling desire. He wanted, needed to masturbate. He wanted it almost as much as he wanted to be inside of Jamie, to bury himself deep inside her cunt, to feel her envelop him with her soft pussy and slide over his sensitive shaft until the sperm inside him welled up and spurt out in a heavenly climax of convulsions.
When he asked for removal of the device, he knew exactly what he was asking for, and what he would get. Eleven weeks... 110 seconds, almost two minutes of straight fucking the most beautiful woman in the world. Would it be enough? It was hit and miss, a calculated decision of probabilities. He knew that in optimal circumstances, he used to masturbate to orgasm in about two minutes. He was counting on the pent up frustration and desire to shorten that by a few seconds... and he couldn't make it any longer. He needed relief. He couldn't go another week.

so it was that he stood before Jamie, naked except for the plastic chastity device. Jamie had given him a viagra pill 20 minutes earler, and Mike could feel his cock pressing against the plastic tube. Jamie was sitting on the edge of the bed, also naked, ready to be fucked by her husband for the first time in almost two months.

Using the small key that hung around her neck by a delicate gold chain, Jamie unlocked the small padlock on the plastic prison. The plastic rings which had squeezed Mike's scrotum came loose, and then the plastic tube slid off his cock. Flacid for 11 weeks, Mike's cock sprang to life, reaching a full erection in just a few seconds.

"My, my... you are ready, aren't you? OK, now, for a few preparations. First of all, the numbing cream." As Mike looked on in dismay, Jamie took a small tin of cream and began spreading it over his rock hard cock. He immediately felt the impact as sensitivity was lost. Not all feeling was removed, thank goodness, but the cream made it a lot harder to feel anything.
"Jamie... please don't. This is... my chance... I have waited so long..." Mike was upset about the cream. Feeling Jamie's hand on his cock was arousing him, bringing on sensations he had not felt in weeks. But as she continued stroking the cream, rubbing it in, the sensations felt weaker and weaker.

"Mike, dear. Have you leared nothing in all this time? This is all about you and control. My control over you. You are not to have orgasm or ejaculate semen without my approval and permission. I am giving you permission now, but we still need you to learn control. You are simply learning that I control your body now, not you. You are incapable of controlling yourself and so I do."

Mike reached down and touched his bare cock. He could feel his fingers, but barely. He began stroking a little to see if he could feel enough to orgasm, but Jamie batted his hand away. "Once again, Mike, you simply can NOT control yourself. This is why I am controlling you. You are NOT to touch yourself or pleasure yourself until I say you may, and this will only be for a total of 110 seconds."

"Now," Jamie announced as she reached over to the bedside table and opened a small package,"Just on the off chance you do ejaculate, I don't want your filthy semen inside me right now. So, you are to wear this condom."

Mike knew he was doomed. Between the numbing cream and the condom, he would never feel enough to climax in the limited time he had. But... it was too late. The process had begun and Jamie would not let him change his mind. He thought gloomily that fucking this beautiful woman would still be worth it, even if he wasn't able to orgasm.

Jamie lay back, her beautiful hair spread below her, rounded breasts pointing up slightly from her chest, stomach flat and even slightly concave and spread her legs wide, exposing her pussy for her husband. Her pussy lips glistened slightly with moisture. She was aroused at the process, but it was more from the torture she was dumping on Mike than the idea of fucking him. She loved seeing him frustrated, in pain, unable to feel pleasure, and it was going to be fantastic to feel him try and fail to reach an orgasm when inside her.

Mike positioned himself and pressed his condom wrapped cock against Jamie's pussy lips. With a slow movement he slid in, relishing every moment of his entry. He moaned slightly and lay down so he could feel more of Jamie's body against his. Her legs rose slightly, and hooked around his hips.

"Stop... just stay there until I say to begin!" Jamie ordered. He was ready. He was inside her. He could feel her surrounding him. He wanted to begin thrusting. Instead, he waited as Jamie took a timer from the bedside table, pre-set for 110 seconds.

"Remember, when the timer goes off, you must stop, no matter what. Are you ready?" Jamie looked at Mike's face, only a few inches from her own as they lay in the missionary position in the bed.

"Yes. Please. Let's start." Mike's cock was throbbing inside her vaginal walls, eager for some sensation.

"Begin." Jamie pressed the timer button.

Mike started his thrusts. The combination of numbing cream and condom prevented him from feeling almost anything, but he continued thrusting. Harder, faster, almost in a frenzy he slid in and out of his wife's beautiful body, pushing in as far as he could and then sliding out until his cock head felt her pussy lips, only to plunge in again.

Jamie was thrusting her hips as well, encouraging him, holding him with her arms, kissing him as he thrust into her. Her breathing came in short gasps which turned into slight grunts from the pounding her body was taking from Mike's cock. "Fuck me... that's it baby... fuck me, deep, hard..." she moaned as she felt his rock hard penis pushing deep into her cervix.

Mike was frantic in his thrusts. He felt his arousal building, the sensations of fucking flooding in from all over his body. Her breasts jiggled against his chest, her legs surrounded his hips, and his balls slapped against her ass as he pounded his wife.

But it wasn't enough. He could tell. He was pushing in and out as hard and fast as he could, but the odds were against him. He concentrated on his balls, willing them to produce sperm, contracting muscles between his legs, willing them to produce an ejaculation and the attendant orgasm.

Beside him, the timer ticked the seconds off, as he adjusted his position to get a better angle. Jamie cooperated, lifting her legs to allow him easier access. Mike's hips thrust even faster, and harder, every sensation of her vagina squeezing his penis bringing him closer, closer... he could feel it begin to build...

The timer went off. "Stop!!!" Jamie said loudly.

He couldn't stop. It was impossible. He continued thrusting, trying to get the semen to come.

"STOP!!!" Jamie barked, and jerked one leg up, the other down, twisting her hips at the same time. This forced Mike's cock out of her pussy, and she shoved him off of her, hard.

Mike rolled over, his hips still thrusting but no longer with anything surrounding his hungry cock. His cock was pulsing slightly, as if a climax were building but there was nothing to complete the process. He moaned loudly, crying out in frustration and anger, and then went limp. All except his viagra-hardened cock, that is. It remained standing straight up like a flag pole as he lay and cried quietly on the bed.

Jamie leaned over and slid off the condom. "It looks like you seeped just a bit. There is a tiny bit of pre-cum in here, but that's it. Must be frustrating, I guess."

Mike looked at her slightly sympathetic face. "Fuck." he said.

"Well... not for a while, I think. Maybe in a couple of months you can try again." Jamie reached for a bowl of ice to take away Mike's erection in preparation for replacement of the chastity device on his genitals.

Roy

2010-10-20T16:28:00.000-07:00

The small square table was unbelievably uncomfortable to Roy. He lay on his back on the kitchen chopping block, a small but heavy and sturdy table no more than two feet square. The edges of the thick wood pressed painfully into his upper buttocks and upper back. His head hung down, unsupported on one side, and his legs hung down on the other.

She had tied him there, his wrists firmly secured to the legs of one side and his ankles to the other, bending him back in an upside down U position that was getting more painful every minute he lay draped over the table. He heard her humming, somewhere on the other side of the kitchen. It wasn't a good sign. It meant she was happy, and in this situation it mean she was happy about what she was going to do to him.

Roy loved her more than anything, but she was a sadist. It helped that he was a masochist, a little. Though it didn't really help that much, because she had been testing his limits more and more in recent weeks.

Looking at the cupboards upside down, he felt her soft hand grab his testicles firmly and pull out. That ellicited a slight grunt of discomfort. A corse twine was wrapped around his scrotum four or five times, digging into the pinched flesh. It hurt as she pulled it tight, the raspy texture of the thin twine digging and pinching the skin.

"How are you doing there, Roy?" her sweet voice made him shudder. He loved her so much, he would do anything for her. Anything. That didn't mean it was going to be pleasant.

"OK," he answered in a slightly strained voice.

With a squeek, the twine started to pull up on his testicles, stretching his scrotum up toward the ceiling where the twine had been threaded through a pully. His testicles ascended, higher and higher, and as they left his body behind the pain began to throb. The twine dug deeper into the flesh and the flesh in turn stretched and squeezed his testicles, which were hurting for real now.

"Ahh... aaahhhhh....." Roy began to express himself involuntarily. The pain wasn't too bad yet, but the testicles were stretched really tightly and the agony would just get worse and worse.

"aaaaGGHGHH!!" He let out another, more urgent cry as she pulled once more, drawing his

testicles almost a foot away from his body. He strained hard, and lifted his head from where it hung over the end of the tiny table, to get a look at what was happening to him. He saw his scrotum stretched out high above his hips, with the twine squeezing the shape down to a small passage that ballooned out into a purple blob of flesh that was his balls, slowly strangling.

Behind is distended ball sack he saw her, short pixie haircut accenting a beautiful face with cute freckles and turned up nose, and a hard, cruel look in her young eyes. Her neck was smooth and white like alabaster, and curved into the most lovely shoulders and breasts, which he saw for only a moment before his neck lost strength and he fell back once again, hanging upside down over the edge of the table.

He had also seen one other thing; his erect cock, as hard and pulsing as ever. It didn't feel like he was getting off on her torturing him, but he was. If only, this time, she would touch it, he knew

he would cum...

What was she doing? Slight whimpering noises came from him as he lay there, bent backward with his testicles yanked high overhead. She had something... it smelled of sulfer... matches. Fire. He shuddered, and wondered... oh, my god! Was she going to burn him? He rose again, and saw what was happening for a moment.

She had a needle, a longer thicker one, and was heating it with a candle. OK, so he had a better idea of what she was going to do. Maybe it he would rather be burned. Didn't matter, whatever she wanted to do now, she was going to do and he was going to take it. He wished she had gagged him.

He felt her hand on his pulsing testicles, the slightest touch painful. "OK, so... are you ready dear? I think I am. Let's get started, shall we?"

He didn't say anything, but steeled himself mentally for whatever was coming.

The needle pressed against his stretched scrotal flesh briefly, hurting as it strained to penetrate. It went through, and for a moment the pain subsided. But then the sharp point started working its way into his ball. He whimpered for a moment, and then cried out as the needle slid deeper and deeper into his most sensitive body part. The pain skyrocketed into agony, his body moving involuntarily, trying to get away from the

damage being done to it. But the tight distention of his scrotal sack above him allowed his body to move, but his balls were all hers.

She giggled a little at his reaction. The needle was in, and the pain, while still throbbing, wasn't as bad as when the metal was penetrating.

A moment later and his other testicle was invaded. He cried out again, trying to hold his voice but unable. "AAAGGgghhhhh oh god, oh god, oh.... god..."

Two needles had been inserted. Was this all? He raised his head again... no, she had another one that she held over the candle flame, heating and

preparing to pierce him. His head flopped back and he moaned. The pain was extending past his balls and across his hips now.

"Let's see... I think we should try a different angle. Lets try from the bottom up, shall we?" Her voice was pleased, and in spite of his agony he could feel his hard cock pulsing. Dare he ask her to touch him, to give him just a bit of pleasure?

The underside of his left testicle felt the sharp prick as she shoved the needle in, through the scrotal sack and then with a bit of extra effort, into the testicle. He couldn't help it, he screamed this time. "AAeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhgggggccccccccccccccccc!!!!"

The needle actually made it all the way through the testicle and with some pushing and shoving, she managed to get it out the other side. "OH, my! That is really good! All the way through!"

Six needles later, three in each testicle. she took a break. "Does it hurt Roy? Are you in pain?"

"Yes." He answered in a very short, gutteral spurt, as he was concentrating on just enduring the pain and breathing. It was impossible to be polite for his lover, it was all he could to to answer her.

Pain spread across the entire lower half of his body, and he had stopped wriggling. It didn't help, his testicles were pulled so far away from his body and so tightly that movement just made it worse. Sweat trickled down his face, more from enduring the pain that any heat in the house.

He saw her upside down legs in front of him. She had come around to the other side of the table, and then knelt down so her face was in front of his. "Oh, yes, I like this. Your face is just a wonderful mask of agony... oh god, you are lovely like this!"

She moved forward to kiss him, her lips soft and moist as they met his. He tried to kiss back, he wanted to kiss her long and deeply, tongues intertwining and playing together. The pain interfered. He managed to react and kiss her back, but grimaced all the while. When she finished with the kiss, she licked his face, long and slow.

"I think I can actually taste your pain! This is so amazing. I am so fucking turned on right now. I am going to crank it up a notch." At hearing this, he let out a sob, and cried out "No, please... "

Her face appeared before him with a very serious look. "What did you say? What was that?"

He swallowed as best he could, grimaced and screwed his eyes shut as he spit out the words, "Yes, please."

She got up and went to the counter. After a moment he opened his eyes and lifted his head up to see what she was doing. She had another needle, but this one was big. Really big. It must have been a foot long and at least twice as thick as the others. The balloon of flesh that held his balls was black now, the blood backed up and squeezed off by the twine. The needles were sticking out, only tiny drops of blood in a couple of places.

He dropped his head back and started crying, tears rolling down his face as he waited for her.

"See, this one is a special one I got. Lets put it in here..." he felt her place the sharp point near the side of his right testicle. "And then.... lets push it through..." with another scream, his body shook and writhed as the needle penetrated his scrotum flesh and spread the sensitive tissues of the testicle apart to make way for its metal girth. She kept pushing, through to the center of his scrotum.

"Hmmm... there seems to be a little tough spot here..." He sobbed as the needle exited his right testicle still in the scrotum and pressed against

flesh, trying to move into the other side of his ball sack.

"Let's see... " she changed positions to get better leverage and he observed her perfect ass and legs, presented for his viewing. He could not enjoy them right then, as she was pushing, hard, to get the large needle through the flesh and into the left testicle.

"There! There we go!" she declared as the needle broke through and entered the testicle. Roy sobbed, mixing his sobs with short screams. She pushed harder, getting the needle through with determined effort. It finally broke through the other side, and Roy's testicles were completely skewered.

"oh god oh god oh god... aaaaaaahhhhh... fuck fuck fuck aaahhhhhh" Roy was crying and swearing alternately. His testicles no longer felt real, they were just a hot lump of pain that was burning above his body.

She lowered the twine just a bit, so that his ball sack descended from its previously stretched state. Blood flowed back into his balls, and the oxygen revitalized and regenerated previously numb nerves and flesh. The result was a long scream from Roy, who thrashed his head back and forth, straining against his restraints.

Clicking announced the camera and pictures. She was documenting the scene, perhaps for later private enjoyment, or to show her girlfriends. She liked to humiliate him in front of her girlfriends, and they enjoyed seeing to what depths of depravity he went to be with her. She took pictures of the needles in close up, and his balls from further back. She even took some shots of his face, wet and twisted from his cries and agony.

When she was done, she raise his balls again, tightening them up high above. His flesh felt like it was going to rip off, he felt his scrotum flesh pulling all the way to his anus and lower abdomen.

The needles started coming out, slowly. The big one first, and most painful. It wasn't as painful as going in, but any disturbance of the injured tissue produced renewed cries from him. Blood trickled from the wounds that were left. The smaller needles came out more easily, but not less painfully.

When it was finally over, she lowered his damaged testicles to rest between his legs, and cut free the twine that had held them. Roy lay sobbing for a while on the table, the pain from his ordeal still coursing through his lower body.

Then he felt her touch his cock. It was hard, it had been hard consistently through the entire torture session. She stroked it slightly and it reacted by bouncing slightly. She took the tip in her mouth, wetting it slightly, and stroked some more. When he came, it was a mixture of pleasure and pain that he had never experienced; the sperm being pulled from his mangled testicles hurt horribly, the ejaculation and contractions were strong and as much a pleasure as any orgasm he had ever experienced.

She left him there for a bit, laying bent backward over the tiny chopping block, to recover. In fact, it was that night before she swathed him with alcohol (elliciting more screams), and then cut him loose so he could fix her dinner.

Hand Job

2010-10-16T17:12:00.000-07:00

It had been a long time since I had the opportunity to play with a man.

He was decent looking, well kept and muscular. His brown hair was straight and short, framing a firm face with a smile that must have wooed more than one lady. He was slightly taller than I, which gives men a natural sense of superiority, regardless of whether they realize it or not. When we stood next to each other, I looked up slightly, which worked rather nicely. It made us smile, simultaneously.

It had been a long time... since I had toyed with a man. This one was good, and I was looking forward to it.

While he knew I was a dominatrix, and claimed he was open to all that meant, it was clear he was something of a newbie. He had probably played with handcuffs during sex, or something like that, and thought it was a great BDSM experience. To me, he was something like a new puppy, something to cherish and enjoy as well as train.

We came home from that first real date, to my place. He, a perfect gentleman, opened my door, and served me as a man should, all with a pride in his expertise in social convention that showed an innate sense of superiority. We fixed drinks, and sat next to each other on the couch, our bodies touching each other, communicating to each other an unspoken understanding of liking, closeness and intimacy.

I was wearing a black knit dress, that was well fitted and outlined my body. The top ran in a crossover across my breasts, showing my cleavage to its greatest advantage. My long dark hair was loose, over my shoulders. The total effect was perfect, as we sat next to one another, finding excuses to touch.

His arm went around my shoulders, as he turned to face me. He touched my hair, brushing it out of my face more than it needed to be... he touched my leg, as my bare thighs crossed under my dress. He touched my face, to brush something off, and then his lips touched mine, as he kissed me.

It was a good kiss, and our hands roamed almost immediately, as his slid my dress up and explored my upper thigh, and my hand unbuttoned his shirt and reached inside. Our clothing continued to be pushed aside, moved and adjusted to allow access. One shoulder strap of my dress slipped down, and his hand pushed it aside, exposing my left breast. He cupped, and played, and we continued to kiss, exploring each other's bodies for the first time.

His kisses moved from my face to my ear, and then down to my neck. My sensitive spots... I had mentioned them casually during dinner, knowing he would remember and use the knowledge. I threw my head back to expose my neck, turning my head slightly to the side. His lips and tongue slicked along my skin and just as he reached my collar bone, I moaned.My hands found his hard member through his pants.

His reaction was priceless... his attention to my neck increased, at the same time becoming more mechanical. His male reaction was so predictable. His attention had been redirected to what I was doing between his legs, and I knew I had him.
In a moment he had brought my other shoulder strap down, and exposed my other breast. His legs moved over mine, forcing my legs apart. His hand that was up my dress pushed higher, searching for its goal.

I stopped him. My hand removing his, sitting up, and explaining... now was not a good time. I was not ready, and it was the wrong time of the month. Any number of reasons... the exact reasons didn't matter, as his mind was in a haze of desire. My hand still brushed against his crotch, keeping him stimulated as I explained our limitations, and hinted at the possibility of another date, at a better time, when we could be together more fully...

He was frustrated, poor dear. Yes, he was, and as my leg continued pressing against him and we kissed, I expressed my regret that he had to leave unfulfilled... my fault really, but what could one do?

Well, what could one do? Of course.. there were alternatives... and he hinted. I smiled... accepted. He would leave satisfied. Completely, but it was to be done my way. He was to submit himself to me, allow me freedom in providing stimulation, my own experience. He quickly agreed.

His shirt was mostly off, and I removed it completely. His pants were removed, and then his underwear. I in turn slid my straps back up, covering my breasts, and took him gently by the hand. He stood, with his cock erect and huge, and followed me in to the other room, and then down stairs, to the basement.

A couple of buckles and the cuffs were on him, and he was lying on the table, angled up at a 45 degree angle. He was getting nervous, a little afraid, so I straddled him, kissed him deeply as I rubbed his cock with one hand. He calmed, and even began thrusting his hips slightly in response. Thus committed, I made my way down his body, licking nipples, running my hands down his sides, bypassing his cock.

With a practiced motion, his knees were strapped in a spread position, and his ankles followed. He was now secured, ready for my attentions. I felt the thrill running down inside me, starting in my shoulders, down my spine and ending in my pussy, which was getting very wet now that I had him stretched and waiting at my command.

I slowly pulled a stool up in front of his prone, taught body. I applied lube to my hands, rubbing them together. Looking up at him, I saw him observing each careful step I took, as well as trying to see down my dress. A reassuring smile, and I applied some lube directly to his cock, which was hard and pointing up, almost flat on his stomach.

He let out a quick short moan, excited at the sensations, and how they held promise for what was coming.

I took his balls in my hand, and began manipulating them, pulling his scrotum out, and gently playing. His knees were forced apart by the straps, but he seemed so thrust himself out and attempt to widen his legs further to give me access. Such a nice submissive... he was doing well.

The lube allowed easy smooth movement and massage of the area between his legs, a hit of a touch of his anus, and then to the base of his cock. Slowly, I massaged his hard cock, enjoying the feel of his skin, the hard tissues inside, the thick vein at the bottom... a gentle pulsing. His muscles were already contracting slightly, and I was just reaching the head.

My fingers smeared the lube around the head of his cock, moving slowly, placing my thumbs underneath on the sensitive underside. A gentle motion, moving my fingers up his head as my thumbs went down the under side, then reversing the motion, thumbs up the underside and down the head. His hips were moving in earnest now, the muscles deep inside pushing his sperm through, struggling to bring it out, to achieve climax. I could feel the pulsing in his cock, as he contracted his muscles, pushing and getting closer to his goal.

One hand stroked his shaft, the other stroked his cock head faster and faster until I sensed the orgasm approaching. I knew what was happening in his body better than he did and the power of my ability to manipulate and cause these reactions was so exhilarating that I almost came myself.

With one short, swift movement, my left hand descended to the base of his cock, and press in hard, cutting off all fluid access just at the pelvic bone. My other hand slid to his scrotum, and I wrapped my fingers and thumb around it just above his balls. I squeezed tight, and pulled down, hard, in a motion very much like milking a cow.

The pain invoked had an immediate effect. He yelped, screamed almost, partly with surprise and partly with some very real pain. His orgasm was cut short just as it had started to build, and while his cock feebly attempted to ejaculate for a few seconds, the rest of his body no longer cooperated. As his cock began to soften, I released my hold of his balls, and the pressure on the base of his cock.

He had struggled a little in his bonds, and calmed as the pain subsided. Reaching out and gently stroking his cock, I moved up until my hair hung over my face and brushed his chest. I looked in his eyes, lovingly, cherishing, and explained that he was to come only when I allowed. He was not to orgasm without my permission.

After a few expletives expressed under his breath, I resumed my position at the end of the table and began again. I put on a medical examination glove, and with plenty of lube, inserted a finger in to his anus. After a little gentle pumping motion, a second finger joined the first, and I curled and pressed to find his prostate. MMMmmm.... there it was, and as I pressed, my other hand resumed gently stroking his cock, which was quickly regaining its hardness.

My toy had been introduced to how pleasure and pain can be mixed, and was adapting. It was easy to keep his interest, allowing him the glimpse of my breasts, a kiss now and then, the stroking and stimulation continuing...

Once again, he began the hip movement, ready to reach a climax, the muscles contracting to push the sperm out... but this time, he called out, requesting permission. Begging to be allowed to come. I continued my stimulation, both inside and outside of him, but denied him.

He was not allowed to climax. He must not climax, even as I continued.

He tried, I saw his muscles relax, as he tried not to react to my stimulation. But he could not help it, and I felt the telltale signs. Once again, at the right moment, severe pressure and sharp pain stopped his ejaculation. This time he howled, and really did jerk and pull on his restraints.

When subs reach this point, I simply must share it with them. I undressed... and naked, placed my body next to his, my leg over his, my pussy brushing his thigh. My breasts pressed against his side, and my face was close to his, kissing him slightly on the cheek as is struggled and swore in frustration.

My presence calmed him once again, as my body absorbed his sensations, felt his struggles and pressed against him. He wanted more of me, wanted control over me. He wanted to be free of his bonds so that he could take me, satiate his desire.

We began, once again... and this time, he was able to hold it off much longer. I approved, and rewarded him. I gave him permission to climax, and he quickly pushed, grunted and moaned as he approached his orgasm. With one small, wet lick of my tongue under the head of his cock, he thrust up and ejaculated his sperm, coming, repeatedly, spraying his male fluids over his stomach, some of it reaching to his chest.

Such was his orgasm that I laughed... the pleasure of having caused this, to have toyed with him and finally allowed him this pleasure... it was a delight to me.

After he calmed and relaxed, he assumed I would release him. Instead, I lay with him again, my nude body stretched next to him. I felt him, was one with him, knowing every feeling, every pleasure and pain and frustration he experienced. At last, I raised myself up, and sat once again on my stool, taking him in hand.

He was ready, once again.

During the course of that night, my new toy learned obedience and control very well. As a reward, he probably had more orgasms in that one night than he had ever had in any other single night with a woman.

Six months later, he and I have still not had intercourse. So far, he hasn't complained.

The Gob of Jabbar

2010-10-16T17:10:00.000-07:00

Her legs slid up the strong thighs of her son, wrapping around his hips as he lay on top of her. His violent pushing was reaching a climax, his cock deep inside his young mother, and Paul was straining for orgasm. The involuntary contractions had begun, and he lost consciousness of the woman beneath him, her breasts against his chest, their legs entwined; he could feel nothing but the smooth texture of her insides which enveloped his cock, pulsing, squeezing, demanding his sperm.

With a gutteral cry, Paul shoved deep, his cock pressing against her cervix as the contractions began, the climax taking his body with repeated convulsions that left his mother gasping and clutching her son to her body.

When the last drop had been milked from him, his complete weight fell on the naked form of the woman beneath him. Her fingers carressed his wide back, soft lips brushed his scruffy cheek and neck, and her legs stretched out straight as his cock began to lose its hardness and withdraw from her. Finally, he rolled to the side with a heavy sigh and lay next to his mother.

"That was perhaps the best yet," he said dreamily.

His mother, a strikingly beautiful woman of about 36 with long dark hair and muscular body, lay staring at the ceiling, feeling the slowly departing warmth of orgasm slide out through her limbs. She also felt the viscous liquid which he had left inside her, and raised her knees so that it would trickle deeper within. Pregnancy had eluded her for the year she had been fucking her son, but she had a feeling this might be the time.

"Yes, I felt it too." She rolled over and placed one leg and one arm over Paul's strong body. "It might be the time. I don't know what I would do without you... "

The Lady Jessica fondled her son's semi-erect cock, as they shared the afterglow of their union. Finally, raising her hand to turn his head toward her face, she broached the subject that had been on her mind for days.

"Reverend Mother Teresa is here tomorrow."

Paul looked at her with a frown. "Why? What would pry her away from the dungeon of that castle, tormenting the lost souls of men?"

"She is here to confirm your position within the order. To appraise your skill. To... declare that you are truly human." The lady Jessica lowered her eyes as if she knew this was simply propoganda, politically correct cover for the true activity which was to come.

"Fine, I will meet her. Do I need to prepare? Dress up? Bring condoms?" He snickered slightly, laughing to himself. The Reverend Mother was a well known pedophile and pervert with strong tendencies toward the theatrical.

"No. Just yourself. She will be testing you. She will be subjecting you to... the Gob Jabbar." Here she paused for a moment, and Paul sensed her body tense slightly. "It is necessary if you are to be deemed human, and enter the exclusive ranks of the Benny Jesuit."

Paul Atrophy was the offspring of the Lady Jessica, a high ranking nun in the order of the Benny Jesuit, and Duke Fido Atrophy, the head of the House Atrophy, ruling the planet of Caladan. Lady Jessica was part of a breeding program sponsored by the Benny Jesuit, and believed that if she could become pregnant by her son that the resulting child would be the Queezy Haddock, a prophesied messiah.

But... in order to be accepted by the Benny Jesuit, Paul needed to pass the loathsome test of the Gob Jabbar, administered by the perverse reverend mother.

The next day, Paul was called to the meeting. The Lady Jessica kissed her son once for support, and walked him in to the room where the Reverend Mother was waiting. As soon as they entered, Paul sensed the hostility oozing from the old whore's pores. She was not convinced the Paul had been trained by his mother well, or that he would pass the test. She also knew of Lady Jessica's intention to bear the Queezy Haddock, and was profoundly jealous.

The woman stood as the two Atrophys entered, and immediately snapped, "I can see you have been fucking your son, Jessica. You know that any offspring that you may have before he passes the Gob Jabbar will be considered nothing but an animal and destroyed. You toy with destiny..."

Jessica ran on hand up her son's arm with affection, "I understand Reverend Mother. But... he is a really, really good fuck. And I have every reason to believe he will pass today."

"Very well," the Reverend Mother spoke cruelly, "Paul, remove your pants. Jessica, wait outside."

"Wait, what?" Paul stuttered, unsure what was happening. Was the old pedophile of a witch going to try to get him for herself? She was nice looking enough, with a good body, but was a good 10 years older than his mother. He much prefered the younger woman.

Lady Jessica reassured him. "It's OK Paul. Just do as she says, and we will be together as two equals in the Benny Jesuit order before tonight. Then we shall have an orgy such as the likes has never been seen..." She slipped out of the room and shut the heavy wooden door behind her with a *thump*.

"Remove your pants, Paul. Let's see this cock that has Jessica all in heat."

Paul removed his pants, and stood with his cock and balls exposed. He felt slightly embarrassed that his cock was engorged and standing erect. Mother Teresa moved slowly over and took it in her hands. Her fingers were cold, but she slid them down the shaft expertly, massaging his erection to the maximum possible engorgement.

"Yes... you have a good member... very good." Mother Teresa admired him, and proceded to handle his dangling balls. "I think you are ready for the test. Let's begin."

From a suitcase sitting on a side table, the Reverend Mother produced a small box, perhaps 6 inches square. In the top was a round opening, gaping black. Nothing could be seen inside the box.

"Come over here. Position your legs on either side of this bench. That's right," Mother Teresa guided Paul to straddle a bench. Sitting in front of him, she continued massaging his cock, keeping him erect but not too stimulated. He felt she was teasing him, trying to see if he would lose control. He smiled a little at the image of the Reverend Mother with his cum splattered all over her face.

"You smile... well, smile as you can. We shall begin," the Reverend Mother placed the box, open hole side up, underneath his straddled legs, immediately below his dangling balls.

"Lower your balls into the hole, slowly. Once the test begins, there are only two ways for it to stop. First, for you to cum -- orgasm, spurt your load, ejaculate, climax. If you can not do that, then the test will stop with the loss of your balls. Severed, cleanly. Oh, don't worry, if we get that far, you will be begging for it." She grinning up at him, still stroking his hard cock.

"Remember, nothing you feel when you enter the box is real. It is completely in your head. Separate your mind from the sensations in your balls. Control yourself. Focus instead on my hands, your cock and reaching climax. Go ahead now, place your balls inside..."

Paul slowly lowered his balls, sweating with nerves and fear. This was not what he expected. Something was going to happen--

Suddenly, just as his scrotum completely entered the hole and his balls were inside the box, the circular opening contracted tightly around the scrotal flesh with a *snap*. At the same time, his balls began to hurt. If felt as if tremendous pressure was building up, squeezing them, pressing them. He gasped, and grunted. The pain was severe, but not overwhelming, he looked at Mother Teresa, who had continued stroking his cock.

"Refocus... separate yourself from the pain... it is nothing. Your only hope of escape is to focus on the pleasure, embrace the pain as part of the pleasure..." The Reverend Mother Teresa continued stroking his cock, adding some lube, increasing her rhythm.

Paul, in turn, moaned loudly, and concentrated on the sensations in his cock. Just as he thought he might have a chance at ejaculating, a simmering heat began to scorch his balls. He screamed, as fire within the box began to burn his poor balls. He could feel the thick flesh of his scrotum bubbling and peeling away, and he screamed again.

The Reverend Mother continued stroking him, adding more lube, urging him on. His hip started moving back and forth to match her rhythm, the box which surrounded and tortured his balls swinging back and forth. Paul reached out, and convulsively took the Reverend Mother by the shoulders. "Fuck... oh god, please, make the pain stop!!!" he cried out, begging at the same time he continued fucking her hands.

"No, Paul. You will never achieve climax if you don't embrace the pain; channel it, make it part of the pleasure of your orgasm. Then you will be a true human!!!" Mother Teresa continued stroking him, using her thumbs to stimulate the sensitive underside of his cock.

In response, Paul embraced the pain. He allowed it to drive him, even as he was losing his mind to the irrational agony of the burning, crushing pain in his balls. The searing pain had spread from his groin across his abdomen and hips, and he was having trouble standing. He wanted to simply double over and die rather than continue.

Instead, he took his incredibly hard cock and rammed it into the Reverend Mother Teresa's face, hard. He penetrated her mouth, rammed his cock past her tongue and into her throat. This gave him pleasure, the pain of his balls was channeled now, channeled into fucking The Bitch. Mother Teresa gave a surprised gurgle, fought to breath, struggled to get free. The pain Paul felt drove him further, ramming deep home over and over again into her throat. He began to feel the semen, deep inside, collecting and building pressure. He would be ready to explode soon.

The box shot blades into his balls. Thousands of needles were penetrating, shredding his gonads. He screamed and doubled over, withdrawing from the Reverend Mother's mouth. She gasped for air, wiping a bit of vomit from her lips. Paul was stroking himself now, masturbating as the only way to counter the horrible pain of his balls being ripped to pieces. His entire body was racked with pain, sweat flowed freely, his cries and screams continued, echoing in the chamber.

With much effort, Paul regained his focus and channeled the pain. With a swift movement, he grabbed the Reverend Mother and threw her back onto a table. Yanking the skirts of her nun's habit above her waist, he thrust his cock deep inside, feeling the remarkable wet and soft flesh envelop him. He thrust, convulsively, letting the pain drive him. The Reverend Mother struggled, but she was no match for the focus that the searing pain in his balls had given him.

As he reached climax, the Reverend Mother wrapped her legs around Paul, and urged him on. She was nearing orgasm herself. Instead of spurting semen inside of her, he quickly pulled out and rapidly jerking his cock with his hand, he aimed at her face. A huge stream of cum shot out, arcing several feet and splattering all over her face. The pleasure was the most intense he had ever felt, the pain from his mangled, seared, crushed balls had all been refocused and converted into his massive orgasmic ecstacy.

With the last dribbling bit of cum dripping onto the Reverend Mother's leg, the horrible box suddenly stopped hurting. There was no pain whatever. With a *snap* the box released him and fell to the floor. Paul staggered back, the pleasure of pain withdrawn mixing with the residual pleasure of the massive orgasm. He sat on the bench, examining his balls, assuring they were perfectly intact.

The Reverend Mother rose from the table, breathing heavily and wiping slimy cum from her face. Lady Jessica entered the room, saw Paul with his genitals intact, the box on the floor, and the Reverend Mother Teresa wiping cum off her face and leg.

"Paul! You didn't... you didn't cum inside her, did you???" Paul shook his head and Lady Jessica lifted him to her, giving him a long, deep kiss that expressed both her love and lust for her son. The Reverend Mother was looking on with a look of hatred.

"He fucking raped me. He fucking shoved himself in my mouth, entered me, came all over my face!" she spit some of the white liquid from her mouth. "He is no human. He is animal!"

"No. He passed. He still retains his testicles. He channeled the pain. You must admit this, he was successful!" Lady Jessica held her son.

The Reverend Mother grimaced, and then said "Yes... he did. He is human."

Lady Jessica smiled, and turned to her son. "Come on, Paul. We have some fucking to do."

Applying for a Position, Part 1

2010-10-16T17:09:00.000-07:00

Greg sat nervously in the coffee shop in the back booth, waiting for the woman to show up.

They had discussed some basics via email, and he had sent pictures. She refused to send him pictures, stating that her looks were not relevant. He was applying to be her submissive, and if he was accepted, he wouldn't be allowed to look at her much anyway. This made him nervous, but he really needed this position. He would not be able to survive much longer without one; he needed the protection from the freelancers that would end up co-opting him. It had been two months since he had been released from his last position and options were looking slim.

A woman entered and looked around. About 5'4" and 200 lbs with short clipped hair; Greg shuddered, and hoped this was not the woman he was waiting for. She saw him, glanced away, and joined another woman sitting at a table. Greg sighed with relief.

A group of three women entered a few minutes later, chatting. The approached the counter and ordered, happily chatting. He continued to watch the door, feeling a combination of arousal and fear. His cock was hard in his pants, but every time he thought of the unknown woman a chill went up and down his back.

Suddenly, one of the three women at the bar sat down across from him at his table. He focused on her for the first time. She was cute, with a kind face and freckles, dark hair that extended slightly below her shoulders, though it was pulled back tightly in a pony tail now. Could this woman be her? The woman he had waited for? She had sounded rather stern in her emails, this cute thing seemed more like a girlfriend than a top.

She sipped her coffee, and then said in a low voice that didn't quite match her young, cute features, "Well, Greg. We meet. I must say I am a little disappointed. The pictures you sent showed a more acceptable presentation; and your current behavior does not match how you described your submissive training."

He could feel his erection suddenly diminish and his heart begin beating faster. He felt his eyes get wider, and he quickly lowered them in a show of submission. This woman was not what he expected at all; she must only be about 24 or 25, was thin though tall (he couldn't really tell from her seated position, but she looked taller than the other women). She wore a tight fitting black knit top, which showed a slim, perhaps even muscular frame, smallish breasts that were still pronounced through the tight top, and smooth delicate skin on her hands.

Her nails were cut and manicured short. Lesbian nails. He now remembered the leather boots she wore and the key on the chain dangling around her neck. It fell together. This was her. This was his potential mistress. To have gotten an interview with someone this incredibly beautiful, he couldn't believe his luck.

Passion suddenly welled inside him. He wanted to serve her more than anything in the world. He wanted to be her slave, to do anything for her. In fact, he wanted her to test him, lead him, use him... how could he convince her?

He felt a sudden pressure on his balls; something had slipped between his legs and was pushed against them. It didn't hurt, but was uncomfortable. He began to shift positions and then suddenly realized... she had her boot up and the heel was pressing into him.

"Yes, mistress," He said in a low tone, spreading his legs slightly to show obedience.

She shoved a little harder, and he grunted, just a little, from the increased pressure. "I have not accepted you yet. You have no right to call me that. For now, you may call me Miss."

Greg could smell something slightly sweet, a perfume, or scent that she wore, just wafting past briefly. Her voice haunted him. It was smooth, and mellow, almost kind. The matter of fact way she stated things showed she assumed total obedience, and that nothing less would be accepted. She presented a kind face and attitude, which hid something very dark inside, he could tell.

"Here is how this will work. I will ask you some questions about your training, and your desires. If your answer pleases me, I will withdraw my foot. If it does not, then your testicles will feel my displeasure," She shifted in her seat, smiled and touched my hand gently, almost lovingly.

"Who was your last top?" She asked.

"Merilee Matthewes, Miss," Greg stated, looking at the perfectly shaped lips of the woman. He gasped when the boot shoved into his balls, hard. Pain rippled momentarily and spread a little before she pulled back a bit.

"You have not been trained well. Refer to your Mistress properly, dog."

"Forgive me, mistress, I mean Mistress Merilee Matthewes." He grunted and gasped again... Pain continued to expand from his groin. "Forgive me, I meant... Miss."

The interview went on like this, and after about a half an hour Greg felt that he would not be able to continue. The entire lower half of his body was swathed in pain, and he felt nauseous. He was doing better, at least half of his answers seemed to please the angelic figure who sat in her chair with a light, imposing presence that contradicted her slim frame and lovely face. He determined he would not give up, that he was willing to do anything to become enslaved to this woman, and gritted his teeth as the boot heel pushed against his balls once again. Tears trickled down his face, but he was determined.

After an hour, she dropped her boot to the floor and sat upright. He chanced a look at her, and saw she was smiling slightly. The smile made her look absolutely stunning.

"You may call me Miss Emily. We will have a second interview the weekend of the 13th. Come to this address," here she slid a card across the table, "at precisely 6pm on Friday. Be prepared to stay the weekend; don't bother bringing anything, you won't need it. Don't disappoint me."

"Yes, Miss Emily," Greg responded, taking the card and feeling excitement ripple through his stomach. He was being granted a second trial, an entire weekend! He observed her closely as she left the coffee shop. Her slim body was a picture of femininity, a perfect figure, and yes he had been right - she was tall, maybe 5'9" or so.

That night Greg masturbated in his bed, imagining that it was Miss Emily that lay with him and manipulated him. He dared not think of actually entering her, this was something that only the most devoted and accepted long term slaves ever achieved. He simply wanted her touch on his cock. He ejaculated three times that night, the last time somewhat painfully.

Friday arrived, and Greg prepared himself in mind and body. Following the directions, he drove to into the country and finally found the large converted farm house just off the road. Turning in the drive, he pulled his car to the side of the main building, and sat for a moment after turning off the engine. His cock was rock hard, his pulse was racing, and he shook with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Finally he stepped out of the car, and walked to the front door. He rang the doorbell, and then waited.

The door opened, and standing in the doorway was a short, cute, blonde girl wearing a heavy leather corset, lace panties, and not a lot else. Her perky breasts were lifted and pushed out by the corset. Greg sucked in a huge breath, not knowing what was happening. This was not Miss Emily, not the woman he was applying too for a position as submissive. But he knew she was female, and in his position he must show deference to all females.

Lowering his head to look at the ground, he announced in a shaky voice, "My name is Greg. I have an appointment with Miss Emily."

The girl turned, and said perfunctorily, "Follow me."

Greg followed her into the house, closing the door behind him. The place was very large, decorated nicely, with polished marble floors covered with an occasional rug, modern furniture, and beautiful artwork through out. The girl led him into a side room which was decorated sparsely with a metal table and chair.

"My name is Miss Siobhan," said the girl in a tone that sounded hostile. "I am Miss Emily's full time female submissive. Don't take that as a sign of freedom, you are still to obey me at all times when Miss Emily is not present. Remove your clothes. All of them. Nothing man made is to remain on your body. Fold them and place them in hamper you see to your right. Remain here waiting until Miss Emily comes."

Miss Siobhan left, and Gregg stole a look at her as she left the room. Her perfect hourglass figure was accentuated by the corset, which was laced very tightly in the back. Her skin was a smooth white with a hint of tan, and her legs shapely. Her hair was cut shorter, and the pony tail in the back barely held it out of her face. Her bare feet made a very quite pad-pad noise until the door closed behind her and he was alone.

Heaving a huge sigh, Greg began removing his clothes. He felt vulnerable in this slightly cold, hard room. The thoughts of what might be coming swirled in his head. Two women, not one. Both beautiful, in their own ways. But it was clear that this house was strict, and discipline could be strict as well. He had no idea what was going to happen, and that both aroused and frightened him.

When his clothes were off, he sat down in the hard metal chair and waited. The cold metal emphasized the nakedness of his body. He wondered if this was the intention. There was nothing in this room that wasn't made of a hard surface. The white marble contrasted with the black metal of the furniture, and the gun metal gray frames surrounding the window and two paintings on the walls. The paintings were austere paintings of women. He recognized Miss Emily in one of the two paintings, and as his eyes roamed over the artistic details of her face and body, he felt his cock growing harder.

Just as his cock reached a full and hard erection, the door opened and Miss Emily entered. She was wearing tight jeans and a wife beater with no bra. Her nipples were clearly visible through the cloth, and Greg could not help but stare at the revealed shape of perfect breasts.

"Is this how you illustrate your good training and behavior before me? You sit in my chair without permission, and stare at my chest?" Miss Emily's voice was low and calm, as before. In her very matter of fact tone, she continued. "You are far from ready for this household, which has a high standard."

The metal legs of the chair scraped loudly as Greg leaped out of the chair and fell to his knees, bowing his head. He took the traditional position of submissive, sitting with knees spread wide, head bowed and hands behind back. This wasn't a good start. But... the sight of Miss Emily had once again inspired him with a sort of love, mixed with the energy of lust. He wanted her approval above all else. He wanted her discipline, for it meant she was attending to him, forming him, making him something she wanted.

"Hands and knees," she said. He fell forward into the position. "Follow."

He shuffled behind her, watching her feet before him as he crawled on his hands and knees down the hallway and finally to a closed door, which she opened with a key. The wood door had a very heavy sound to it, as if it were made of solid oak. Greg followed over the threshold, and into a plain concrete room with no windows. The smooth concrete floor sloped slightly to a drain in the corner.

The room was lit, but seemed very dark. It had a very eerie feeling; as if the light was there, but didn't penetrate or illuminate anything. Then he realized what it was -- most things in the room were either very dark, or completely black. The walls were black, the concrete floor a dark gray. Other items in the room were black, dark gray or a dark brown, for the most part. It felt cold, colder than upstairs, and Greg's naked body shivered.

"Stand." Miss Emily, took his arm kindly, and he stood, making sure to keep his head bowed. "This is the room of discipline. Here, you are the star. Your suffering is the objective. Unlike other areas of the house, very little is required of you here except to experience the pain of disobedience."

Miss Emily took him by the hand and led him to a strange looking medical examination table, and continued talking in a smooth, calm voice as she guided him up onto its surface, and began strapping him in place. "We can play together here, you and I, and learn your limits, and expand them."

Greg had begun to shake. The room was cold, very cold to his naked skin. But his shaking was more from the growing sense of foreboding and outright fear. In spite of the calm way Miss Emily spoke... or perhaps because of it, he was beginning to suspect he had made a mistake in coming here.

When he was strapped securely to the table, Miss Emily began preparations for something off to the side of the room. He heard water running, filling up in some sort of container. He saw her bare shoulders and muscles work in her back as she moved. He could think of nothing but the expanse of raw and beautiful flesh beneath her tank top, of how beautiful she was, how fit and smooth.

Miss Siobhan entered the room, and stood next to her taller mistress. Together they began discussing the benefits of various types of plugs. "I think this one," Miss Siobhan was saying. "It is longer, penetrates deeper. I think men should be penetrated as deeply as possible, as punishment for simply being men."

Miss Emily disagreed. "I understand, but I like the inflatable. Especially this one. It means he can take a great amount of liquid, and for a longer time. The peristalsis is greater, and I love feeling their stomach when they cramp."

So it was decided. Miss Emily turned with a tall IV rack from which hung a very large enema bag, full to distention. Hanging from it was a long rubber tube with an inflatable nozzle. Greg knew now what was going to happen. He wasn't new to enemas, and recognized that the bag held enough liquid that his insides would be stretched hard, and he would be in significant cramping pain before long. He shivered, and strained at the restraints.

Without greasing the plug, Miss Emily pushed it between Greg's ass cheeks roughly. He knew he needed to take the nozzle, that resisting would only cause anal damage and he relaxed as best he could. The hard plastic pushed and spread him, and he pushed back, relaxing his sphincter in cooperation. With a sudden movement the nozzle slid into place, and Miss Siobhan began pumping the inflatable bladder that was now just inside his rectum. He felt it growing, distending and stretching his flesh until pain set it.

He whimpered a little. His legs were strapped apart, his cock and balls hanging limp and exposed, the rubber tube entering him just below. He waited.

Miss Emily smiled, and moved to the side. Miss Siobhan joined her and began helping her out of her clothes. Greg could not believe his luck... he was going to see his dominant naked! He desired this more than anything, in spite of the pain he was about to experience, he wanted to see her perfect body standing over him, her flesh exposed, the ripple of her muscles and movements as she worked on him...

He caught a glimpse of a flat stomach with perfect breasts above, with slight curves and small, erect nipples. His own cock had grown hard, and was throbbing, bouncing as it pointed up his stomach.

But the one glimpse was all he had for moments later Miss Siobhan fitted a hood over his head. The hood had an opening for mouth and nose, but none for the eyes, and he was plunged into isolation and darkness. Through the mouth hole he felt a penis gag shoved between his teeth and strapped into place. It size made him gag as it pressed against the back of his throat, and the taste of leather was slightly musky. He bit down on the gag, feeling its solid presence. He had always felt calmed by gags. They were something to bite down on, an object against which he could writhe when pain or frustration became too much for him.

The flow of liquid began. He didn't know what the liquid was, he just knew it was cold and rapidly filled his bowels. The cold caused immediate contractions and he moaned with the introductory pain. The flow continued as he cramped, and the cramps spread as the liquid penetrated further and deeper inside him.

"Your education is beginning. Your faults are these," Miss Emily was speaking in a kind but firm tone as the pain of the huge enema slowly increased. "You entered my house fully clothed. When you removed your clothes, you did not fold them and put them away neatly but let them litter the floor of my home. You sat, naked, in my chair, spreading your filth over my furniture. You stared at me, looking at my body as if it was your own. For these things, you are being punished. Pray that you learn some respect and discipline, and don't spend the entire weekend in this room."

There was something in the liquid. Some additive. It caused more cramping. He could tell. As the liquid spread up, moving from the large intestines and pushed its way higher, he could feel his entire lower body calling out in pain. He began to whimper and cry, biting down on the gag.

Hands were placed on his distended belly. Several hands pressed gently on him, feeling how he gurgled and and the tubes of his intestines grew and shifted inside of him as he was filled, like balloons. He knew they were feeling his pain, and when there was a sudden cramp that shot across his abdomen he almost screamed in pain. The hands followed it, as if they were seeking to find the pain and absorb it.

Finally, the flow stopped. He couldn't tell quite when it did, but he could tell there was no more entering him. The liquid inside still pressed and pushed higher into his small intestines, causing new pains and cramps. He continued to cry inside his hood, sobbing, wishing he could beg for mercy though he knew he would not be understood through the gag that filled his mouth. Though the flow stopped, the inflated plug remained, and the cramps stayed. The desperate need to expel the enema liquid was at the front of his mind. Nausea rolled over him, and he hoped he would not vomit into the gag.

Hands continued to move over him, touching every part of his body. Something was fastened around his testicles. His cock, still somewhat erect, was stroked, bringing the erection back in full. Severe clamps were placed on his nipples, and he cried out "OH... No...nonono..." as each bit of soft flesh was smashed by the cruel pressure.

Hands massaged his belly, pressing against its tightness, encouraging the enema liquid to move higher and consume more of his body. He heard the two women talking, but could not understand what they said. His cries continued, going from soft moans to almost screams as peristalsis came and went in waves.

Something was inserted into his hardened cock. It slid in smoothly. His cock was being stroked to keep it hard, at the same time the tube was sliding in deeper and deeper. He could feel the extremely odd sensation as the tube moved deeper than his penis and into his body. Suddenly, the tube turned warm as it invaded his bladder and urine came streaming out. It spurted and flowed over his stomach; he could feel the hot liquid spreading and running down the roundness of his expanded abdomen.

Suddenly, the air was released from the inflatable plug in his anus. He struggled against the straps that restrained him and tried momentarily to hold the contents of his bowels. The pressure was simply too great. With a great splash, he spurted liquid out, evacuating his bowels of all their contents. It was mostly liquid, though at times he felt chunks passing through his anus, pushed along by the water. The nausea waved over him again and again as the liquid kept coming out. When it seemed to slow, new cramps would start and more would be pushed out.

The room stank. The women were no longer touching him. He felt filthy, covered with the contents of his bladder and bowels, which had been forced from him. When the peristalsis finally stopped and he felt empty, completely empty, he lay sobbing quietly, waiting for whatever would happen next.

The hood was removed. He could see both Miss Emily and Miss Siobhan standing to the side of his table. They were both naked, and in spite of his better judgment, Greg stared at Miss Emily's perfect breasts, and Miss Siobhan's small ones. He worshiped them in his mind until Miss Emily's hand slapped him hard.

"I see you haven't learned not to stare."

He was unstrapped from the table, though his hands were immediately tied and a hook hanging from the ceiling attached. A small motor whirred and he was raised to his tip toes, most of his weight pressing on his wrists. Miss Siobhan took two hoses with pressure nozzles and handed them to Miss Emily.

The first high pressure stream of water hit him hard and stung. It was ice cold. He couldn't help but yelp at the sudden discomfort. The water pounded him from the chest, down to his now empty stomach and abdomen. As the water stream settled on his genitals, he screamed again. The pressure pounded his balls as if they were being kicked and the pain was horrible. "Please, please... oh god, please, no! Aaaacchh......... oh god oh god...." Greg cried out as the water struck his most sensitive area.

Eventually, the water moved around to the back of his body as he slowly rotated himself using what little control he had with his toes on the ground. It spread across his back and ass, temporarily spreading his cheeks and forcing itself up his anus once more. It then descended to his legs, much to his relief.

Once he was washed off completely, the other hose was turned on. Hot water hit him with a shock. It spread across his chest and back, and then pounded on his cock and balls once again. He cried out, and as he did so the water abruptly turned cold once again. The cold water on flesh warmed by hot water bit him like a whip.

Back and forth the cold and hot water sliced across him, cleaning him and punishing him at the same time.

Finally, the water was turned off and he hung dripping by his wrists, the water having washed all the filth off of him and down the drain. When his wrists were released, he fell to the floor and lay there shaking in a fetal position, trying to recover from the horrible abuse that had been his punishment.

Greg didn't know how long he lay on the cold, hard floor shaking, but when Miss Siobhan started the next phase of his training, he was dry.

Applying for a Position, Part 2

2010-10-16T17:07:00.000-07:00

In part 1, Greg seeks a position as slave to Mistress Emily. His initial experience during the audition is painful, but he survives and continues training.

Before exiting the concrete torture room, Miss Siobhan placed a heavy round weight below Greg, and fastened it securely to his testicles. When standing, the weight pulled painfully, distending his scrotum and pressing his balls. Fortunately, Miss Siobhan barked "On your hands and knees!", and Greg gratefully obeyed.

Crawling after Miss Emily as they headed toward the kitchen, the weight dragged behind him. His testicles were sore, but it was better than the pain when standing. They entered the beautifully equipped and styled kitchen. There was a dog dish and water bowl, to the side. Miss Emily pointed.

"There is your food. Only go there when you have finished whatever task you have been given. For now, your task is to clean the tile in the kitchen with that sponge," Miss Emily indicated a small wet sponge sitting on the floor in the corner.

Greg started to head over to the sponge on all fours, but Miss Emily grabbed the cord that wrapped around his balls and jerked. "I didn't tell you to begin. You presume far too much. For this, you will be hobbled."

Greg waited patiently on all fours, his testicles aching from the yank. When Miss Emily returned, she put one foot on his back and shoved him down to the ground on his stomach. Pulling one elbow back, her boot still on his spine, he felt her slip a strap under his arm. The same was done to his other arm, and a single strap was now threaded beneath both his elbows. The strap began to slowly tighten, bringing his arms painfully behind him.

"Oh... OH... AWWWgggg" Greg felt his elbows touch behind his back, and the heel of Miss Emily's boots pushing painfully down on his spine. He grunted, moaned and whimpered as the strap was secured, and the heel removed. His hands were free, but with elbows pinned together behind his back, he could hardly use his hands. He was stuck laying on the floor.

"All right, slave. Get going. Clean the floor, and do a good job." Miss Emily sounded satisfied, turned and left.

Greg began wriggling along the floor like a worm crossing the sidewalk after a rain. He was able to get to his knees and waddled over to the sponge. Once there he knelt and thought about what he could do next. His arms bound behind his back, he was going to find it difficult to scrub the floor. He sat and tried picking up the sponge with his feet. That worked, but not very well. He could hold the sponge, but there was no way he could effectively scrub the floor. He turned, and picked it up with a free hand. Yes, he could do that, but... twisting and turning to get the sponge on the floor and scrubbing was once again impossible without a lot of pain and cramping in his arms and shoulders.

Finally, he tried using his mouth. Certainly less than ideal, but this method allowed for a steady back and forth scrubbing motion.

For almost an hour, Greg's naked body writhed on the floor, sliding the sponge across and back and forth. When the sponge became so filthy that he couldn't stand for it to be in his mouth any more, he raised up, went to the sink and rinsed it out. Filled with fresh water, it tasted a little better and he descended to the floor to continue cleaning.

The testicle weight slowed him down, and created a constant aching in his balls. While he could reduce the pain by making sure that he moved slowly and carefully, the constant dragging of the weight pulled and jerked on his scrotum. At times he simply sat, not cleaning, in order to relieve the pain.

He remembered this entire time why he was there. He was auditioning to be a submissive to the most beautiful creature he had ever met. He found that he had an erection for most of the time that he cleaned. He was a bit nervous that he would not please her, but he was so thorough that when he was done his hard erection was standing out, as if in pride.

Greg finally returned the sponge, and then moved to the dog dishes. He slurped water up, thirstier than he realized. Then he attacked the dog food, which tasted terrible. But he was hungry, very hungry, and slurping up the last of the water, he sloshed it down.

Miss Emily entered the kitchen, surveyed the floor, and seemed pleased. "Well, slave... it is not a bad job. It needs to be completed in about half the time though. This was far to slow."

Placing a heavy slave collar around his neck and locking a 3 foot chain to it, Miss Emily guided Greg into the living room. Commanding that he stand before her, at attention, Miss Siobhan arrived with a platter of toys. Standing in pain from the ball weights, Greg awaited Miss Emily's pleasure, but took this time to marvel over the Goddess before him.

She was wearing jeans and a tight T shirt. He could see her perfect breasts outlined clearly through the shirt, not large and saggy, but large enough to have a perfect round shape that stood out from her slim body. He wanted to worship those breasts, so suffocate in them, suck on the nipples. Just above her chest was her neck, the alabaster perfection of smooth skin, the rise and fall of her clavicle, and the flesh disappearing under the long, smooth, dark hair which hung across her shoulders. Her face looked cute, girlish really, and she had a tendency to smile with a quick smirk that was so endearing...

Searing pain jerked him back to reality as Miss Emily placed a nipple clamp on his left nipple. It was tight, smashing the sensitive skin and invoking a yelp of pain. Miss Emily smiled at the sound. A small weight slid onto a ring hanging from the bottom of the clamp. Another yelp, as Greg's right nipple was crushed with its own clamp, with its own matching weight.

The clamps slowly accepted more and more weights, dragging down on his nipples. The pain from his tits was penetrating, increasing and spreading across his body, and descending to join the cramping ache that spread across his hips and stomach from the testicle weights. He whimpered.

But he had a raging erection; in spite of his pain, he stood before Miss Emily with the obvious arousal of a slave in love. His cock throbbed slightly, bouncing with the beat of his heart, as well as shaking with his moans and whimpers. If only... if only those smooth hands would touch him there. If only he could orgasm at her touch, he would be complete.

Instead, after nearly an hour of this play, his testicle weights were removed suddenly. Then the clamps were removed without warning. His nipples had become completely numb, but when the clamps were removed he screamed at the pain when the blood rushed back in. He tried to stay at attention, but bent over slightly from the resurgent agony.

Miss Siobhan led Greg, still waddling from pain, to a small closet off the hall. Inside was an eye bolt in the floor and a large box filled with sand. She locked his chain to the eye bolt, and pointed at the sand box. "Your toilet," she indicated, and then shut the door.

Greg lay inside the dark closet for hours, recovering from what was a most painful introduction to Miss Emily's household. After the pain subsided and he lay chained to the floor, he thought of Miss Emily, dreaming of her naked form touching him in any way she pleased. He in turn touched himself, slowly stroking and imagining it was Miss Emily teasing his cock, slowly bringing him to climax.

Eventually he came, spurting cum repeatedly on his stomach. After he was done, he realized he could be punished for pleasuring himself in this way. There was nothing to clean himself with, so he spread the semen across his body in a fine film, and then rubbed his body on the floor, trying to hide the evidence. Finally, he used his toilet box, and then slept.

Raped

2010-10-16T17:06:00.001-07:00

I lay on the bed, tied, spread wide and exposed. I wonder idly what this idiot has in mind, short of the ball gag.

He approaches, pants down around his ankles, and I roll my eyes. Such a pale, squalid character. He is going to rape me. Its ok, its the only jollys he gets, I am sure.

He starts pushing against me. I wonder what is going on. When is he going to ram in to me? He keeps pushing, its getting a little tiresome, and I raise my head to look down at him. He seems to me having fun, but for the life of me, I can't understand how.

Then I realize.

I can't feel his cock because it is so small. He is doing his best to rape me, but he just doesn't have much in the way of tools to do it.

I laugh. Hysterically, my breasts jiggle and stomach bounces with my laughter.

All too soon, it is over. I lay there, disappointed, as he backs away. All that buildup, all that drama, excitement... and then... nothing.

I yank on the incompetently tied ropes, easily getting one hand free. I undo the other wrist, and he turns to look at me as I am undoing my ankles. Fear runs through his eyes, as he sees I am free.

I step over to my purse, remove my lipstick case knife, and turn to him as he is about to attempt to overpower me. His expression is surprised as I sink the blade in to his heart, whispering in his ear "next life, get a bigger cock..."

Hunting Girl

2010-10-16T17:04:00.000-07:00

Damn woman...

He thought of the girl he had been pursuing for the last few weeks. She had put him off again, and he was unsure what to do next. His mind was preoccupied with her shape, smell and the feel of his body's lingering desire.

He trudged across the fields, heading to check some of the traps, clear brush and repair a wall along the field access road. His job was not glamorous, but it allowed him to keep his own cottage on the border of the estate.

Dirty boots slopped in the mud. It was a warm day, and walking through the muddy fields was tiring. He diverted from his shortcut to the dirt path.

His preoccupation with the the girl was interrupted by the sounds of dogs in the distance. A hunting party, coming across the fields, he thought. He stopped... and heard the sound of approaching hooves, as well as the hunting horn. They were coming this way.

Oh great, he thought. With my luck I will get trampled by aristocracy today...

He pressed against the stone wall next to the path, out of the way, as the horses came in to view, and with a huge cloud of dust, pounded past. Horses leaped over the three foot stone wall, one after the other, with grace.

All but one. As he approach the mare that refused to clear the fence, he saw it was ridden by a woman, dressed in hunting attire that complimented her form. The horse simply refused to clear the fence. He went to the nearby gate, and opened it.

The woman guided the horse to the gate but then stopped. He looked up at her... and truly noticed her for the first time. Squinting in the sun as he look up, he saw the outline of a magnificent woman. She looked at first glance to be about 25. Her sandy hair was tied back, but wisps had come down and blew in the breeze. A long face, young, slightly haughty but still undeniably cute looked down at him. Freckles barely visible, otherwise clear complexion. A slightly turned up nose. Brown eyes looked at him as if evaluating a dog...

Her impressive figure was outlined against the sky and he felt a pang as he realized she was appraising him. As if sensing his reaction, a small smile appeared on her face.

He removed his hat, and greeted her. He talked of the weather politely, and she responded. Smiling, she made light conversation. Her voice was light, higher than he expected, full of confidence and femininity, all at once.

The awkwardness of the situation was pressing on him. He was not of her class, should not even be talking with her as if she were his equal. It felt as if she had him in a spell. He held her mount's bridle and realized she had just asked if he could walk the horse with her back to the estate.

Of course... simply walking with her might be enough for him to dream of her for the next month. He stole glances as they walked, memorizing her figure. The perfect cut of her riding outfit emphasized her bust and thin waist. Her leather boots conformed to her calves perfectly, and shone with polish. At one point they brushed his shoulder... and then again.

As they approached the barn, she reached down to pat her horse's neck and her hand brushed his where he held the bridle. They touched. It was brief, but still, a little too long for just an accident, and long enough for him to have the sensation of her warm, smooth skin.

His erection was becoming obvious.

As she dismounted he saw there was a slight sheen of sweat on her. She removed the riding jacket, exposing her figure to him. It seemed as if every move she made was a dance, an erotic gesture. She new what she was doing, and she had him focusing on her. Nothing else was of concern to him.

She stepped over to him and looked in his eyes. There was desire there, and something else that he could not identify. Whatever it was, it excited him. He reached out to her, arm around her waist and pulled her to him. They kissed, suddenly, urgently, with desire. Her hair came down, long and silky around her shoulders.

As they began fumbling to loosen their clothes, they fell to the straw on the floor of the barn. Fingers clawed skin as they became free of the restrictions of clothing.

Just as he felt ready to place himself inside her and reach the ultimate joining to climax, she stopped him. Pushing him back... kissed him and said... "indulge me". By now, he was rack hard and literally ached with desire. Watching her with glazed eyes seeing nothing but her perfect shape, he saw her reach for a leather harness...

"Wear this for me..." she said. He was not in a position to disagree, as she brushed her breasts against him while buckling the bit in his mouth, blinders and straps around his body. The leather felt strange against his skin. She tightened the last harness, and then lay down, a satisfied smile on her lips.

While strange, he was more aroused than he had ever been in his life. She was the most beautiful, desirable woman he had ever had... or was about to have. He climbed over her, the bit and bridle preventing him from kissing her, but she moved him in to place and they joined.

The sensations of being inside her were incredible. The combination of hovering over her on hands and knees, thrusting, the tight leather and restrictive bit in his mouth, was incredible. When he finally came, it was an explosion, a release like none he had ever experienced.

He collapsed to the side and began to recover. She lay beside him... breathing hard. That was incredible...

She wanted to go again. He was flacid... unable, though he was sure with the proper prompting he would be able to resume soon. She responded. "Let me help..."

A strap was tied to his harness, securing him to a ring in the wall. He was kneeling on hands and knees, and started to get up. There was a sharp pain, a stinging slash across his ass and he dropped back to the floor. She had struck him, hard, with the riding crop.

He knelt on the floor, a slight drool coming from his mouth because of the bit. He was completely aware of what was happening now. She had him completely strapped with harness, secured to the ring in the wall, and had struck him twice with the cutting crop when he moved. Remaining still for a second or two, she felt her kneel beside him, nuzzle his ear, and reach between his legs.

He was embaressed... his erection had returned. Her hand grasped it firmly, as he kneeled before her, shuddering slightly with the humiliation he was experiencing. But there was something undeniable... he was aroused, hard, ready, and he wanted her in whatever way she would give herself.

After stroking him for a little while and nuzzling him, brushing her body against him and whispering reassurances in his ear, she rose and took the harness strap. Unlocking him from the ring in the wall, she led him, on all fours, across the stall. When there was hesitation, he felt the sting of the crop.

As they walked, moving together as she led him with the bridle, he was able to catch sight of her amazing form, naked and shiny with sweat from exertion.

After a few minutes of this, his bridle was once again fastened to the wall. His erection remained huge, hard, straining. He wanted more... of anything from this amazing, dominant woman.

Reigns were attached to his harness.

Boots appeared before him. She was wearing nothing... but her boots. And the spurs on them. The shock of what might happen... the spurs... made him buck and attempt to move away once again. Once again, her crop mixed with her warm skin and soft reassurances calmed him. Her hand went once again between his legs... and he stood passively as she kept him aroused.

He had forgotten completely where he was... what he was... simply that he was there, with her, and she was training him. He wanted to please her, somehow. He just needed the guidance from her. And more than anything... he wanted to enter her again. He clung to that promise, the hope.

He waited... wondering what she would demand next, and whether he would be able to take the spurs if she used them. But then... he also knew he probably had no choice.

Testicle Destruction

2010-10-16T17:01:00.000-07:00

The testicle destruction was to be televised, the first one in over a month. Always a spectacle, the public punishment was a popular entertainment choice. There would be crowds of women in the prison arena, as well as millions tuning in to the show.

She got comfortable in the large recliner she kept in her office. It was after hours, nothing pending for the day. The door was locked, and the large flat screen TV came on with the opening commentators for that evening's public punishments.

She had removed all her clothes except for her panties. They were reserved for a little later. Her conservative gray suit hung on a coat rack by the door, next to her judicial robes.

For a judge, she was remarkably good looking, and healthy. Perfect breasts, small but well formed, rose slightly above her flat stomach. Below, a well trimmed pubic area was nestled between two thin but strong thighs. She was a dark honey blond, and her cute face did not show her 36 years.

Sitting in her recliner, she moved the chair back, watching the events on TV. Her right hand casually stroked her panties, beginning the slow process of masturbation idly, almost unconsciously. The left hand reached up and pinched her nipples just a bit. She licked the fingers to lubricate them, and then slid them over her sensitized nipples slowly.

As the moment arrived and the criminal was about to be brought out to the prison yard, she reached down and slid off her panties. She was getting excited, as she always did when this happened. Her breathing had quickened in anticipation, and she bent her knees, sliding her naked legs up and over the side arms of the chair. She was reclined naked, legs spread wide, facing the images on the TV screen, when the prisoner was brought out.

At first sight of the young man, convicted of unauthorized copulation, she took a short breath and touched the soft flesh of her pussy directly for the first time. She remembered him, from two weeks ago when he stood in her courtroom. She had been incredibly aroused when she had sentenced him, though she could not show it. Now she indulged it, inspecting every feature as he was dragged from his cage, arms bound behind him, naked except for a the loincloth. He was muscular, and looked a lot better without clothes than he did when he fell sobbing in her courtroom after she condemned him to this torture.

She massaged her pussy, staying away from her clit but slowly moving her fingers all around and dipping slightly into her wet slit. She switched hands, taking the wet fingers and sliding them over her breasts. She licked them, tasting herself, and continued stimulating her mound and her nipples.

The prisoner had been hauled onto the platform, where he stood dazed, starting out at the 2,000 or so women that had come to see his public humiliation and punishment. There were a few men in the crowd as well, mostly the escorts of richer women that had brought their men to see the spectacle.

A tall, strong woman approached the prisoner. She was the executioner, a favorite of the public. She wore black pants and black wife beater that showed her ripped arms and shoulders. With one strong yank, she ripped and removed the man's loincloth, exposing him to all. The camera zoomed in to his flopping genitalia.

At the site of the condemned's cock and balls exposed for all to see, the judge stroked herself slightly faster. The camera pulled back slightly as the prisoner was dragged over to a wooden frame. Made of a rough wood, the frame had the general shape of a chair, but with front legs wider apart than the back, and the back rest angled back slightly. It was only a frame, there were no flat surfaces on which to sit or rest, just the wooden framework to which the prisoner would be restrained. The naked man was shoved down into the chair and quickly strapped in place. His legs were spread and tied to the front legs, his hips and waist tied to the lower frame and back. Arms were strapped to the back frame, slightly behind him. The head was left free so that he could choose what he watched and saw.

The image on the screen split, with half showing the victim's face, and the other half the objects of interest in his groin area. He appeared frightened, and alternated from looking at the cheering crowd of women in front of him, and leaning his head back to stare at the blue sky. He was struggling against the straps slightly, the strain showed in his face and neck, but this was useless and he stopped.

The executioner moved in front of him, and took his cock in her hands. Her hands were oiled, and with a few quick but expert strokes, the man's cock had grown hard. The crowed cheered, jeered and laughed. The man's face, large with the closeup on one half of the screen, looked agonized but set, as if resigned to this public humiliation. He now stared almost constantly upward, no longer surveying the crown of women calling for his punishment.

The closeup on his genitals pulled back slightly as the executioner took the crushing device and began attaching it. It was a simple device, two slightly curved plates which were placed above and below the man's scrotum. Once in place, the back was snapped together, so that the plates hinged and opened outward toward the camera and audience. The testicles rested comfortably between these plates, awaiting their task.

Above the crusher, his cock remained hard, pulsing slightly. The judge knew that he had been given a powerful drug derived from viagra that assured a prolonged and perhaps painful erection. In some prisoners it even caused an ejaculation, usually after the punishment had been completed.

The naked judge was extremely aroused now, savoring the slow preparations and the fear in the prisoners face, but feeling the need for release. She hoped the executioner would get to it. Her hands roamed her body, touching every sensitive area, as her eyes focused on the man's face and the look of fear that had possessed his features.

The last item was put in place - a gag. Not a comfortable ball gag, but simply a wood dowel that would keep him from biting off his tongue. The procedure had been added just a few months ago, after a prisoner undergoing a public penectomy had bitten off part of his tongue, and had then swallowed and choked to death on the tissue. A most disappointing display.

At last all was in readiness and the judge moved her fingers slowly closer to her clit as the executioner took hold of the crusher and screwed two bolts through holes in the front of the crusher. As she screwed these in, the two plates were forced closer together. The first pressure was put on the condemned, the pain showed in his eyes, and the judge slid one finger over her clit, all in unison. It was perfect, the rush of pleasure from her touch was enhanced by the view of pain in the victim. She loved this part.

Wriggling in her chair, feeling her nakedness and the extreme pleasure as she fondled her clit, the young judge watched as more pressure was placed on the prisoner's testicles. The executioner twisted the bolts, moving from one to another, bringing the two plates together slowly but consistently. The testicles were flattening slowly, flesh from the scrotum squeezing out from the openings of the crusher plates. The prisoner began "the wriggle", as it was called. The involuntary attempt to get free, to stop the pain that was slowly accumulating in his genitalia and then spreading through his hips and stomach. His face had taken on a wild look of panic as he stared at the sky and his muscles strained against the straps that held him. His teeth bit down hard on the wooden gag.

The judge continued stroking her clit, patiently, faster, as the crusher squeeze tighter and tighter. She squeeze her nipples hard, feeling just a hint of pain that was encapsulated in the image before her. This aroused her even more, and she rubbed herself harder. She felt that she might climax soon now. The timing felt right; the testicles on the screen were flattened and the image of the prisoner's face showed that he was screaming, though she could not hear it. His cock remained hard and throbbing throughout this whole procedure, an ironic image which made the naked woman so sexually excited she imagined it entering her, even as the man screamed in agony.

The climax inside her naked body began to build, she felt it coming and spreading, just as the prisoner's left testicle exploded. Contained in the scrotum there was no blood or fluid, but from the close up shot, there was no doubt what had happened. There was a sudden change in shape of the left testicle bulge, it flattened completely suddenly and the skin of the scrotum on the left side took on a balloon like appearance.

She was rubbing her clit and pussy vigorously now. The climax flooded over her as she took her extra hand and pressed two fingers deep inside. Her nipples were rock hard and pointed with the overwhelming physical sense of extreme pleasure. On the TV screen the prisoner's silent screams continued as the pressure that had been applied to the left testicle pressed on his right. One more turn of the bolt from the executioner, and the remaining testicle exploded as well.

In a freak occurrence, the hard penis which stood straight out from the mangled remains of his testicles suddenly spurt a white substance. The crowd roared approval, and the judge reached the peak of her orgasm, eyes rolling back in her head as she cried out in pleasure, head back, staring at the ceiling. The sight was more than ironic as the man and woman, both naked with legs splayed wide, experienced the peak of pleasure and pain at the same time.

The cock continued spurting semen, over and over, more semen than would ever be normally ejaculated. As the judge slowly descended from her orgasm, she watched with satisfaction as the last bit of sperm was squeezed from the victim. When his cock began to spurt blood, the executioner released pressure on the remains of the victim's testicles, unscrewing the bolts and removing the plates. The scrotum was purple-black, and dangled down like a sack of mush. No evidence of the testicles remained.

The camera pulled back, and showed several guards approaching the prisoner. They unstrapped him and pulled his limp form from the punishment chair. The judge watched as he was dragged off stage, sobbing, unable to move. Her body was relaxed from the orgasm which still faded, and she lay with her legs splayed wide and hand idly moving in circles around her clit. Her skin glistened with sweat, but the office air conditioning quickly dried her.

Finally, she placed her bare feet on the ground, turned off the TV and walked over to her desk. Still naked in her chambers, she took out her calendar to see who was in the docket tomorrow.

Crushing Lust

2010-10-13T11:23:00.000-07:00

How easy it is.

Men are blinded by lust. They see a beautiful woman, and the hormones surge, raging, urging them on. Their mind becomes clouded, and they are easily manipulated. They do things they would never normally do.

A smile was all it took, really. Just a smile. Timed correctly, when he wasn't expecting it. I could almost see the flush of chemicals running through his body, the slight quickening of his heart, the start of an erection in his pants. I could see his eyes dialate, a sure sign that the mark had been hit.

The date went smoothly, we both had a good time. He really enjoyed himself, as did I. As the evening went on, I could tell his mind was working overtime, trying to evaluate just how well the date went, and just how much I liked him. And of course, just how much of a slut I was.

We danced for a while, and I made sure to dance with at least a couple other guys, just to keep him on his toes. Then I simplified things quite a bit. I suggested we get out of there, that I was a little claustrophobic and it was hard to talk. We needed a little one on one time.

His eyes lit up and we were in the car driving to my place before you could say "do me". He was an eager beaver, I can tell you that. I expect he had a hard on before we parked and walked up the steps. Just before I unlocked the door to go inside, I stood on my toes and gave him a kiss. He moved in for more, but I held him back with my hand on his chest and said "Hold on there... I want this as much as you, but if we are going in, you have to understand some rules."

"OK" was all he could manage.

"First off, I have different tastes in sex. You have to be open to new experiences, if you are going to spend the night with me. If not, that's cool, we can have a drink and you go home. If you are open, then you get to promise me that you will at least try.

"Second, I can be a little dominant when it comes to guys. I like girls too, but with guys, I tend to be in control. It usually works out really well. Can you deal with that?"

"Um... yes, I think I would like that actually," he said in a husky voice.

In response I wrapped my arms around his neck, tiptoed to his mouth and gave him the long, deep kiss he had been wanting all evening. I could feel his erection through his jeans, and I was sure to move my thigh between his legs just a little to give it a slight stroke. He was ready.

We went in, dropped our jackets in the hall and I wrapped myself around his body as the door swung shut. I kissed him hard and long, tongues digging deep and our hands roaming around to every part of each other's body. Belts got in the way, and they were undone. My top proved cumbersome and was removed. His pants slid off quickly. About this time we struggled to the bedroom, and I pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top.

In moments, he was undressed and I had slipped down between his legs and begun attending to him. From his moans he appeared to appreciate what I was doing, so I stopped. He began to rise up to see what was going on, but I pushed him back down on the bed. "Wait."

I went to the closet, and returned with several lengths of rope. He saw what I had, and his eyes got wider. His left hand was idly stroking himself, so I took it, wrapped several loops of cord around it and then wrapped the rope around the side frame of the bed about halfway up. The cord reached to the other side, and his hand was quickly tied there, as well. Before leaving his upper body, I ran my fingers across his chest, up to his cheek and turned his head to kiss me. I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

He trusted me. Awwww.

I kissed and licked down his body, stopping at sensative areas of interest, until I reached his erection once again. There I remained for a moment, before quickly tying his ankles to the legs of the bed on either side. Once completed, he was spread eagled on the bed, legs stretched wide, but hanging off the end just a little with his ankles tied to the legs below the bed near the floor. I stood and admired my handiwork, satisfied and just as happy as could be.

His penis was throbbing a little. It seemed to bounce just a tad with the beating of his heart. It was really engorged, which was kind of nice to watch. I played with it a bit, and he thrust his hips, not that it really helped any. The time came to try the next step.

I asked him politely... "would you please wait, just a moment? I will be right back." And smiled at him.

"Uh. OK," he said, not getting the sarcasm or irony.

I left, obtained a toy I had recently purchased, and returned.

"This is a ball press," I held it up for him to see. "I know it doesn't look like much, but I really have been wanting to try it out. Can I? It will be fun!"

He was wising up, but very slowly. "Will it hurt?"

"Oh... well, yes maybe a little. Don't worry. You just let me know if it gets to be too much. This kind of stuff reallllllyyy makes me aroused. I get so wet. What do you say?" My top was off, and I leaned over and kissed him, pressing my naked breasts on his chest.

Positioning between his legs, I examined what I had to work with. Not bad. His scrotum was a little tight, but a little manipulation would take care of that. And he had a raging erection, which I was sure I could maintain, and use to maintain control. So, I began.

Thumb and forfinger around his scrotum, above the testicles. Pull gently. At the same time, stroke up on the penis, then squeeze it. In moments the scrotum was distended, and I placed the upper clamps around it, above the testicles, which bulged out below like two small overly inflated baloons. I took the opportunity to examine him closely. He was circumcized (not much of a surprise), and had a decent sized, longish penis. It was hard as a rock, and I kept it that way, stroking it and rubbing the head with my thumb periodically. His testicles were larger than I was used to, but that was a good thing. He was hairy, unshaved, and I could see the veins in his scrotal sack, and observed some of the lumpish form of the testicles inside.

It was time for the next step. Slide the bottom plate on to the posts extending from the top clamps. Slide it up, so that it began to press on the testicles slightly, and then apply the wing nuts. Quickly tightening them so that his balls were pressed slightly, I heard him grunt a little. To prevent too many protestations at this phase, I took his penis in one hand and slid my tongue up along the bottom, and then my lips over the top. He thrust upward, and I allowed it in to my mouth about an inch, and my tongue played with the head. He moaned, a good sign.

As I continued manually stimulating his penis, I also continued the slow tightening of the press. His testicles slowly flattened as the pressure built, and I could see his discomfort mixed with the desire to keep me going, stimulating his penis. His hormones were really in place now, kicked in and wanting me to keep him going. It was enough for him to accept some pain.

My hand job continued, with some added lube, and so did the very slow tightening. Finally, he grunted and cried out, "Stop! Please, that really hurts! No more!"

I stopped the tightening, and continued stroking him, bringing him close to orgasm, but slowing down before he reached it. He was moaning and thrashing a bit, I think partly frustration, partly desire and arousal, and partly pain. "Please... please... " he was saying.

"Please what, dear? Tell me what you desire?" I whispered in his ear, laying next to him.

"Please... make me come... take that thing off..."

"Which is it dear? Make you come? Or take it off? Be clear, now. Which do you want?" I was idly stroking him, feeling his muscles contracting just a little in my hand.

"Make me come. Please. Make me come!"

I kissed him deeply, and returned to his penis. I took several long licks up each side, and slid thumbs underneath the head, fingers on top of the head, and continued licking from the base to the tip. He was thrashing about, straining at the ropes, and I put my hand between his legs, under his scrotum, where I could feel the tension and muscle contractions as he tried to come. At last it came, and it was like a huge burst, squirting up and out, over his stomach, past his belly on to his chest. He spurted again and again, until finally the orgasm subsided.

"Take it off! Please, the pain is all over my stomach!" he cried after he finished ejecting his semen.

I undid the wingnuts, relieving pressure, though I knew the pain would continue for a while after I removed the device. Once removed, I climbed up and lay next to him once again. I was topless, but still had my jeans on. I put on leg over his, my arm on his chest, my head on his shoulder. "I really enjoyed that," I sighed.

He was still in pain, but had recovered enough he could still make advances. "Let's do it. Ride me. Climb on me, I want to fuck you."

"Perhaps... sometime... but not now. I think you have had enough for now."

He thrashed a bit, pulling on the ropes. He begged a little. As the pain receded, he was getting fighsty, wanting more of me. More than I was willing to give right at that moment.

"Come on... I am laying here naked, tied, I played your game, and you haven't even taken your pants off!"

"Don't you like my breasts?" I frowned. Displeased.

"Of course I do. You have a gorgeous body. I just want to see it! Come on! Do me... be fair..."

I thought for a moment, and then offered a solution. "Tell you what. You are right. Its not fair, you had the orgasm, I have had nothing. I think I should have the chance at release, don't you think?"

I knew what he was thinking. He was willing to compromise, if he could have me sit on his face for a bit he would probably be perfectly happy.

"Yes, yes... I will help... let's do it," he grunted eagerly.

"Are you willing to pay for the privilege?"

He looked puzzled... "what...?"

I held up the ball crusher again.

"Oh, god, no. Not again. Damn... "

I got up and reached for my top.

"OK! OK!"

I put my top back down, winked at him, and returned to his semi-erect penis. A few strokes had it erect again. A few twists of the wingnuts and his testicles were nicely flattened once again. He began taking deep breaths. I stood, removed my jeans and panties. I then straddled him, over his stomach.

I was wet. The whole scene had turned me on, and I thought I had been doing a great job of hiding just how aroused I was. I scooted up to where my breasts hung down over his face, just out of reach. One hand went between my legs, and I began masturbating. I could feel the excitement wash over me, knowing he was in pain below me, watching my body, wanting and desiring my body, watching me pleasure myself, but experiencing only pain himself.

He moaned and suddenly thrashed against the ropes. "Sit on me, sit on my face. Let me do it!!!"

In response, I lowered my left breast (the most sensitive one) to his mouth, and he eagerly took it and suckled. I was breathing heavily. It wasn't going to take long to come. His attentions to my breast were getting me off, and I could feel the rising warmth of orgasm below me. My climax was coming. It just needed one extra thing to make it perfect.

I slid down, my hand still working my clit and fingers sliding inside, and gave the ball crusher wingnuts a sudden twist, tightening them further. He cried out, not quite a scream, but something more than a groan. The pain I had just caused him shot through me like a shot of morphine, pleasing me, bringing me to orgasm. I moved quickly back up, to where he could clearly see me, my hand working my clit and vagina, and my other hand on my breasts.

The climax swept over me, my nipples were rock hard as I felt them with my left hand, my chest and neck flushed, and I shuddered and cried out with pleasure, as he was moaning in pain below me.

When it was over, I collapsed next to him. His thrashing had slowed, and he was laying on the bed moaning, tears slowly trickling down his cheeks. I kissed these symbols of his suffering, and removed the ball crusher.

I lay next to him, as he recovered. As his breathing slowed, he looked at my face. "You are one evil bitch, you know that?"

I laughed. "I have been called that, yes. In worse situations than this. Do you feel like going again?"

"NO!" He almost cried.

"OK, don't worry." I untied him.

When he was free, he examined his testicles closely, and felt them gingerly. He then reached for his clothes. I pulled on an oversized T, but nothing else. Lighting a cigarette, I watched him dress.

As he was leaving through the front door, he stopped and turned. He kissed me, and I kissed back. "Are you free next Friday?" he asked with a curious look.

"For you dear, yes."

He turned and left.