The Altar
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Posted:Jul 27, 2021 12:00 am
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It was her fantasy. For the sake of privacy we'll call her lala.
Lala was a sub girl who had some very complicated feelings about God due to her very abused childhood. Lala came to me asking for a taboo fantasy, she wanted to be plowed hard on the altar of a church. She got off on the idea of laying there under a crucifix with Jesus looking down on her getting used like a proper fuck doll. In her mind it was the ultimate relinquishing of all she had to give to the world.
Lala was a good girl. She'd come up and shyly ask for cock. She was a snuggler who loved my lap and would often tug at my pants and say, may I please have some cock Sir? With big puppy brown eyes I could hardly say no anytime she wanted it. And to be fair she wasn't trying to be manipulative at all. I was the first to fuck her and it was BDSM from day one. In fact it was BDSM before I even popped her cherry.
So in due time she got very good at being my sweet fuck doll. She wasn't perfect at anything but man did she give it her best effort each time. Her pussy was a lock on fit for my head and I couldn't fit more than half inside her before she'd bottom out. She would kiss me hard when her cervix started to hurt and she'd tell me how good the pain was.
When I gave her the first anal sex of her life she was struggling hard to take even half but would still try so hard. She had a notion that it should all fit inside and she'd buck and twist trying to make it happen.
Lala had trust issues. She'd been touched at a young age and had a hard time relaxing yet really wanted to be a lover. I remember the day I finally slide balls deep into her. She was basically paralyzed by it, her whole body was hard and she was screaming into a pillow and shaking hard. I just let her lay there buzzing. In time she began to rock her hips and moaning. She was begging for me to release in her and when I did she said, keep it deep...see if you can pee in me too. That was going to take a lot of concentration I didn't have at the moment. I told her we'd work on it and if the desire didn't pass I'd give her a nice warm enema later. I'd always add a shot of bourbon for good measure when I did it for her a few times before.
That weekend I had the keys to a local church. We were grabbing some drive thru breakfast and she blurted out, I want you to fuck me on the altar of the church. Hmm...are you sure about that? Yes, she said...I want it today. I want to get naked and put on a robe and act like a sacrifice being laid there for you and God. I want God to see me being your offering, my life is my sacrifice to you. I want to be how the Bible says, completely submissive to a man I would die for because I trust that you will always keep me safe. I know you love me because you've been so good to me.
I was speechless. I hadn't ever taken the BDSM thing to a theological level but clearly she'd been very busy reading a Bible and envisioning herself as a truly submissive sacrifice to me and U/us under God. I said, you've really got some kind of adam and eve thing going on in your head don't you. I guess I'd give up a rib, I do enjoy sticking my cock in you and you kiss well.
Later on the church cleared out. I relocked the doors making sure to check every possible way into the building. By the time I walked all the way up front to the sancuary, there she was wearing a dark black felt robe. It was stiff and didn't reveal the human form well. She was standing in front of the altar facing down the main aisle, her face tipped down as if praying. Her hands were folded under the overlapping sleeves. I thought Lala looks like a sinister angel topper for Satan's Christmas tree.
As I approached I told her to remain still. I went in back and grabbed the ornate brass candle lighter. I shut off the main for the lights. Even in bright sunlight the space was dark with mild dappled color from the stained glass. I lit the candles around us as if it were a full ceremony. As I did I told her that I wanted things to be right for the sacrifice she was about to make.
I finished my tasks. I grabbed some oil used for anointing along with a purple cowl. I straightened the covering on the altar and motioned for her to come and stand at the end of the space. Lala was staring to take deeper breaths. I dropped all my clothing and put on the cowl, naked in minimal vestments I began the ceremony.
Lala you've been called before God in this church to willfully give yourself as a sacrifice to God and to me. Yes, Sir she peeped. This ceremony is a sacrifice that will seal you to me as my slave, my servant, my partner in life and my defender under God. From this time forward you will be formally bonded to me and subject to my desires with total devotion. Do you accept these terms as a living sacrifice? I do, she said...as she looked up at me and stared deeply into my eyes. What felt like reservation now looked like a mix of game day face and wanton slut. I grinned and continued, Lala I am willing to take you as my slave and to be forever more your Master. I will protect you, even when being used as a sex toy. I will care for your physical and emotional needs. I will keep a firm hand over you to make sure you're always on a proper path. I will love you on purpose and always consider your heart mind and soul.
Then I grabbed her robe and said, are you ready to consummate this bond under God? She smiled wide and shook her head yes. I pulled her robe off exposing her naked body. She sat back on the altar and put her heals up, laying her head off the other end. Then I said, God please bless this bond and help us in our desires for each other and the life we've chosen together. I then raised her heals to my shoulders and used the oil to lube my cock and splashed some on her nipples, giving them a short tug. I pushed myself into her and she let out a moan. She began thanking God for our bond. She let out little cries and yelps as I fucked her. She was in a moment of legitimate worship and saying things like, thank you Jesus for my gift of submission so I can be a good woman by your design. Thank you God for giving me to such a wonderful Master. She would grunt through 6 or 7 plunges and say another little prayer or thanksgiving. After 10 minutes of that she lifted her head and said, Master can I take it deep in my ass now too. Of course you can, but we'd better find some cushioning. It was a solid stone altar after all and her knees would be rubbed raw if she turned over. We found some cushions and used her robe as a cover. She planted her feet on the stage and popped her ass in the air with her tits on the altar. I used more oil and pushed my cock into her. She didn't resist at all. Yes she screamed out, all the way...give it, give it...don't be nice I am your fuck doll and slave Master. I pushed all the way in. She cried out and said, thank you, thank you....oh Jesus thank you...let me be totally pleasing to my Master! I started to cycle in and out with long strokes. I could feel her getting stiff and hard as a rock. She began shaking and crying, really crying. I asked if she was okay and she sobbed, don't stop, don't stop fucking me..own me, I'm yours.
Just then something odd happened inside me. I was really turned on by her crying. She was crying and I wasn't taking it easy, every thrust was hard and deep and long and I think my cock was bigger than usual. I was very turned on.
After about 15 minutes of just plowing her like this I had a huge orgasm. I swear my joints hurt and my knees buckled. I could feel my cock pump seven times and I thought...no need for any enemas today...that was a huge load of cum. Lala had a nice orgasm from this and asked me to just lay on her for a minute without pulling out. I gave her some kisses and gentle fingers down her back which gave her a whole body shiver.
I pulled out and she quickly spun around and began sucking my cock. She looked up at me with puppy eyes and said, a slave must always clean her Master after such a good fucking. Then she wiped her lips on my leg and licked it. She stood up and kissed me and then she smiled and said, I think I ruined that robe. I looked down and there was a pile of cum on it that just dropped out of her holes. I smiled and said, you're a filthy little slut and she danced across the stage in a victory lap. I told her to carefully go use the side half bath to empty out and get redressed. I cleaned up the mess on the robe and put my own clothes back on. I was sure to stash the robe in a spot where no one would try to use it until I could get it bagged up and to a dry cleaner.
Lala came back out and ran up to me for a hug. I said, thank you for being my slave girl. I know you've been struggling with your past and I hope you are happy to trust me so deeply from now on. She looked deeply into my eyes with tears welling up and said, I'm good now. I know my place. I know whose I am and that's all I've ever needed and wanted. A tear ran down her cheek and I kissed it away.
We then has a relationship for about 6 more years. She was in school and I needed to relocate for my job. In the interim I gave her permission to be with another dominant man. We'd always been poly and so as time passed she bonded with him. One day she called saying she was pregnant and she wanted to keep the baby and to be released to him. So I did. I let go of my beautiful sexy Lala slave girl. I still miss her gentle spirit and celebrate that she has more with that man. I couldn't take her with me and as a result I lost her to circumstances. It is the story of love and loss, the tale of devotion and desire...the never ending story of the human experience. It was the first and last time I did anything of that sort in a church. Want to go to church with me?
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First fist for the subbie slut friend
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Posted:Nov 5, 2018 10:42 am
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2023 10:19 am 2237 Views
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So I am a Master in a poly D/s home. With me is Lily who is a submissive women under my authority, yet very much someone I love...and at least occasionally the feelings are mutual...LOL.
So a few years back we found this cute chubster sub online somewhere who was the right blend of slut and slave wannabe. She had some issues at home and needed a real man she could trust so she could explore her truest nature.
After a of sessions with her things lined up so that all three of us could come together for a nice long day/evening of fun. after some normal life stuff, a meal, hanging out and talking about our silly dogs etc.. I gave Lily a nod and she instinctively pulled our sub friend out of her seat and pulled her into the bedroom.
Once inside she kissed her hard and made her naked. The sub was pushed onto the bed and Lily straddled her mouth for a while getting a nice warm up from her. Then she took out a small toy and lube and got our sub toy all warmed up and wet for my use.
I heard the call from down the hallway, Master we're both ready for you now... I walked in to find a couple of naked horny sub sluts in my bed...all I could say in my head was, "It's good to be the king!" God bless Mel Brooks : )
As per normal SOP Lily watched as I fucked our little sub slut friend for quite a while. Then before I was about to orgasm I directed her to kneel on the bench at the foot of the bed. I arranged some pillows in such a way as to make a nice backrest so I could sit up and look over our little toy. Then I said, I need to cum, put it in your mouth slut. And our slut did so.
Now I can last a bit and sometimes I can even shoot on cue...I know very hollywood right. But today I had this stroke of genius...pun intended. While slutty ms. gags a lot was distracted trying to get a free yogurt from the cone I directed Lily to move around behind her. She did as told. Then I smiled in a most deviant way and raised my fist and nodded at her. She understood fully.
Lily then proceeded to put a large amount of lube all over her dominant hand. She then simply pressed it against our toy and began rubbing her slot. First three fingers, then four, then came the full jody foster express. Lily got her hand in and the slut toy began to moan on my cock still throbbing in her throat. I said, you know what's happening here so I want you to focus hard on being the sex doll you know you want to be. Make room for lily's fist and keep sucking me properly no matter what. The slut toy shook her head eagerly and began jamming my tip into her uvula and tonsils. As the fisting proceeded her throat thrusts became even more excited.
Then I wanted to do a new thing so I shot my cum into her tummy and told her, stay still we're about to turn this up a notch. Oh God... she said with a wavering voice. Now at this point she was already past a couple normal orgasms and spiraling out into subspace so I knew something super cool might develop.
At this point Lily was wristwatch deep and really making love to this slut's pussy with her hand. I leaned in and told her punch in and then spread your hand open and pull back...but not too far we don't want to break our slut. She nodded and did it. The scream and subsequent body shake that resulted was like a hit from a crack pipe to Lily. She was off to the races and our little slut dolly was screaming, shaking, cumming, calling out to any deity she could think of to praise them. And that's what we did to her for about the next 25 minutes, basically just making our sub slut toy cum harder than she ever had in her life before or since for the entire time.
Then I told Lily to keep her fist closed and just pump slut's pussy for a bit. That's when I climbed up over her and fucked her in the ass with my thick hot cock. As Lily pulled back I thrusted forward and our toy had such a huge orgasm she screamed for a while, until she fell down in total silence. A large ball of cum gushed from her insides and Lily pulled her fist all the way out. I gave a few more pumps and left a big load in slut's ass.
Don't worry I checked, we didn't kill her. What we did do was had a little giggle and tucked her in because our toy lost total consciousness. So of course we let her sleep. And she did, for a total hour. After the hour she woke up on her own. She came out of the bedroom with a look of complete confusion with a hint of panic infused with physical exhaustion. Slut said, what happened? Well I said, I fucked you, then made you suck me deep while Lily fisted your pussy, then I fucked your ass and you had an explosive orgasm that spat out a huge wad of jizz from your pussy as you passed out. So we tucked you in and came out here to chat and watch some TV. How do you feel? She simply grabbed her face and flung her head back making a loud groan. I said don't be embarrassed, you did great and we're going to have to do that again. It seems you really enjoyed it.
Our toy looked back at both of us with a dopey grin and said, thank you, you're both so fucking amazing ...that was the hardest I've ever cum and it defies description. I'm not sure all my guts are in the right place or if I'll ever walk right again but I don't even care. We all laughed and she jumped on the couch with us where we hugged her for a while.
Sadly, things in her vanilla life turned to total shit soon after and she ended up moving far away. Just the same i have semi regular contact with her and during a recent text volley we got into talking about how she still feels like she needs to be mine. I said, you know I can't take your pets, but someday it's an option if you want it. You know we're a poly D/s home and we work well together. The highways from there to here do meet after all. Slut countered by saying that would be her personal highway to hell, as we'd talked about some even more intensive desires she'd been having. I quipped, if there's a highway to hell, I am the GPS to lead you there. Followed by a string of silly sexual emoji that ended with a fist. Her last text back to me was...I just read this and got to the fist and spit out my cereal. You're such a bastard to tease me like this. Next time I need it to be your fists. For perspective I'm a much larger man with bigger hands than my petite Lily. If this slut ever got my fist inside her and I opened it up it would be like birthing a 12 pound baby. That said if things ever came to pass where she lived with us it would be my goal to get them in front and back just to see if I can make her sleep for three hours. Her body can do it but one needs to be smart about it, take plenty of time etc... And you know if it did happen I'd be posting the whole thing here so you pervy fuckers could see how it's done.
Any ladies want to volunteer?
XOXO
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When and how to make it stick
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Posted:Nov 4, 2018 5:39 pm
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2023 10:19 am 3122 Views
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I once had a slave I released years ago from western PA. Let's call her kittie. My kittie was a lovely albeit chubby slave girl who was an amazing lover and servant. She has one terrible flaw though, she was very flirty and liked to tease other dom man on alt. Of course most of this was fantasy play which she directed at some of the more aggressive men and women. It served many purposes and probably satiated a few psychotics.
Now in this process she began having some less than appropriate conversations with a dom 60 miles away from my home where she served me full time outside her university schedule. I discovered this and warned her that she shouldn't be engaging someone at that level, a bit too revealing, chances of creating a stalker, etc... Now this isn't a real safety concern if he'd ever come to find her chances are he'd find out kittie has an armed Master who'd break a guys legs just for fun. I love to beat up assholes...
She understood and asked for forgiveness making a promise to not be so engaging.
A week later I found she'd been in contact with the same man. This time I forbid her to ever have contact with him again with a sound 100 lashes of a strap to drive the point home. After we were finished there was aftercare and a few days of strict controls with a daily reminder of why we don't engage people in a more than tangential way for fantasy flirts etc... Again, a true pleasure vessel loves to be the fantasy girl for strangers to help them explore their lustful desires and this is appropriate for a slave as a service to society.
A month later she was caught covering up her tracks after having the same contact that was earlier forbid. This time I had all of his information and could easily reach out and touch him which meant quid pro quo. That was the final straw.
That evening I confronted kittie with the evidence making her ashamed, embarrassed and scared. I clearly explained that what she'd done was not only a violation of my commandments and directives but also put the entire home and our peaceable life at risk. After making sure she understood why this was a problem and why it can never happen again, I gave her two options. I could cut off her left baby toe as a symbol of why a slave should never disobey her Master three times or the second option, two rounds of 300 lashes with a heavy leather strap (to the entire buttocks area) separated by a day. I gave her a few minutes to think it over and she was tempted by the toe amputation being into body modification but asked instead for the double ass beating.
So I tied her well on my bed and made her count each stroke out loud. By lash seven she was screaming in pain and begging me to stop, telling me she'd never do anything like it again. I stopped for a moment and asked, do you really mean it this time? YES, she cried out, I really do mean it and I'm so sorry... Well then I said, you'll have the next 293 lashes to reaffirm your commitment and dedication to your new found respect, loyalty and obedience.
For the next hour I delivered lash after lash until the full first session was complete. My kittie was shaking hard, her face stained with tear streaks and snot trails. I untied her and told her to flip over on her back so I could fuck her throat. She obeyed me instantly. After unloading a nice rich load down her very pleasing throat, I told her to turn back over at the edge of the bed.
Her ass looked like raw meat. There was no space where she wasn't welted up and red hot. I told her to stay. I got a large ice ball, the oversized sort you use to put into your liquor to avoid making it too watery. I told her this will probably sting now but you'll love me for it tomorrow. I rolled over her entire ass to sooth the burning flesh. She cried more and at the end she gave me a deep kiss and strong hug and whispered in my ear that she was forever committed to doing everything I told her even when she didn't want to because of her selfishness...an issue we'd been working on for a full year prior.
Then as she let go and rocked back the look of shock on her face as her full wait spread over her ass was hilarious. She has no idea it could hurt so bad. She leapt up and ran around the house making a groaning oooo noise prancing around in circles down the hallways. I stepped out to watch the show as it made it's way back into the kitchen. What's wrong kittie i asked with a grin on my face...Oh my fucking GOD! she said with a wild look on her face, it hurts so bad...new tears rolled out of her eyes and a big grin exploded from her lips. You've, you've crippled my ass she said. No dear, it'll heal it'll just time time I replied. Now come to the main bathroom and take a cold shower. She hated cold showers and started to slink toward the bathroom. I said, it'll feel better trust me, get that bum nice and cold in the shower. My kittie stepped in and started the water, even the cold water stung her ass. I said let's explore a lesson and try it your way, you want a nice hot shower don't you. With shivering lips she said, yes Master I'd like that. I said okay change it to the temperature you'd like. She did so in a few seconds, then a few seconds later she turned and stuck her butt right into the hot streams. The scream that came out of her could rattle windows at which point I laughed so hard I began to weep. I looked into the bathroom to see the curtain yanked half way down and my kittie crouched into a fetal position on the floor rocking back and forth. She was crying enough that she couldn't speak, I broke my laughter enough to say, now do you understand why we do what Master says and not what the slave wants? She shook her head yes and I walked in to shut off the water. I said when you're finished you can fix the shower curtain and continue cleaning yourself in pure cold water. I'll give you a nice warm snuggle downstairs after dinner in the theater so you don't get sick.
After the shower she put on her heels and came into the kitchen, heels only to make my dinner and suck my cock under the table as I ate. This was a long standing post punishment tradition in my home. After she drained my balls completely, I told her she could now eat from her kittie bowl...a special dish which was the total measure of food she was permitted at any meal.
Later in the theater before the movie I put her in the hammock belly down and fucked her slowly while tickling her back. After she orgasmed I told her to pour me a draft from one of my kegs in the cooler and then I went to start a film. Now I totally forgot the film that night but I do remember her snuggling so tightly to me all night. Later we went to bed and she quietly asked me to forgive her again, this time I knew it was the most sincere request. I said, I forgive you, but you're forgetting something. What's that Master...? You had a choice of two punishments...yes....what was the totality of this punishment...silence....then her broken voice cracked in the dark next to me, we have to do all of this again in two days.... With a smile in my voice I said that's right. I know you've learned your lesson but a deal is a deal. In two days you get another 300 lashes over that same red little ass that's fire engine red hours after I finished the first round.
She begged, is there anything I can do to get something else? No kittie, I gave you choices and you chose, just as you chose to disobey me when I told you not to do things that got you into this situation. You know I love you and value you as my slave. I find you so amazing in so many ways, I'm blessed to have you in my life....but this punishment must be completed so you understand that I'm very sincere about your safety and concerned that you're committed to obeying me in the future. With a slight wimper, I heard yes Master...
Two days later we repeated the process, but this time I may have let up just a little. I mean I wanted her to have an ass left after all. When finished I said, just into an ice cold shower. Yes Master! In and out in 5 minutes. No crying on the floor...only cold water. I stepped in as she dried, good you're learning, I direct you to do things a certain way for your own well being. Yes Master!
This time there was some stripes which were bleeding, so bandages, antibacterial cream with a low dose lidocaine. Dinner, but then she found out she couldn't even sit. It was far to intense, the pain, the depth of it...she was very agitated.
I said, kittie what would you be doing right now if I'd thrown you out into the street? She gave me a befuddled stare...as if to say, oh no am I being thrown away. I continued, if some random man came here and I had to shoot him for trespassing, you'd be at fault for that. No more freedom, you lured him to his death, no more home, prison time, no cocks to suck in female prison, no more theater snuggles...do you understand...? She said...yes...in a small thin voice. Or I said, I could just tell him since he has the balls to try to take you from me, maybe I'd just give you to him so I didn't have the trouble of a disobedient girl living in my house. She cried out, NO! Please don't say that, you mean everything to me and this is my home, this is where I belong, you are my Master!!!
Sit down then...embrace the pain of your punishment and eat your kittie bowl before we go back down for more fucking and snuggles with a movie. She sat and spent the rest of the evening doing so, not comfortably but she did it understanding that she made this situation and had to accept the consequences.
That night we snuggled in bed and she slept well secure in the arms of Master; a very happy kittie.
This was a hard moment and would be for anyone trying to take a very damaged young woman from a terrible home and life and rebuild her into a functional adult. Oh and as for the release, after her abusive father was dead I allowed her to leave to help her mother recover a life worth living. They'd both been brutalized by him. She's still there today running a small business outside Pittsburgh. She's still wonderful and still has an open door if she wanted to return to me as kittie, the good slave who understands that Master has a heart for her safety and obedience.
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