Unscratchable itch
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Posted:Oct 13, 2011 7:12 pm
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I thought I might continue from the last post...
When dinner was fully prepared he walked out to retrieve his very irritated and itchy little pet. Her holes were fabulously puffy with bites on top of bites and even as he walked her to the shed she couldn't help but to press her legs together and wiggle as she walked just to get some friction on her inflamed flesh.
Silly if she thought her strict Daddy was going to let her off as easy as this though.
As she was walked in to the shed she smelled a wonderful stew brewing in a pot and her belly growled as she realized she hadn't eaten all day! She really shouldn't have skipped lunch to go to the park, but there was a man there who she loved to tease. He waited for her everyday and always made sure he got the best spot on the bench to watch her as she pretended to do stretches, tie her shoes and otherwise find ways to bare her female treasures. She always got very wet when she was teasing and the dirty old men were always thrilled to see her glistening slit just below her teeny asshole.
She had also been getting much braver lately and had even sat on one man's lap and wiggled a bit, so when she stood back up she left him with a little trail of female wetness on his dirty pants. She got so aroused at the idea of him touching and sniffing her wetness that she almost ran from the scene to finger herself to a shaking orgasm...
And every day she just got braver. It was probably a good thing her Daddy caught her.
With belly grumbling she was pushed towards a sawhorse at the back of the shed. On each side of the sawhorse was a block of wood, and he made her get up, straddle the sawhorse and keep both feet on a block each. Her hands were tied at her back and tethered to the frame of the sawhorse. Positioned nicely, her very pink protruding pussy lips visible and spread, he picked up a course barn broom brush, and placed it bristle side up on the blank of the sawhorse. Then he took away her blocks.
She strained on her toes to keep her tender flesh off the rough bristles, but it wasn't long before she was forced to rest against the broom. To make matters worse each bristle seemed to scratch a particular irritating mosquito bite and she would end up rubbing herself lewdly along the bristles until her poor cunny was glowing red and raw. Up and down she went, unable to resist the urge to scratch, not able to stand the painful sensation when she did scratch. The more she scratched the itchier and more irritated her cunny got until it was all she could do to not just throw herself at the course dirty bristles.
Daddy, of course, was eating his delicious meal and watching the wonderful entertainment before him. He took his time, and observed the swelling of her female flesh to about twice what it started as before he decided she had entertained him enough.
Well, that is her pussy had entertained him enough. His next punishment was a long time in coming. He had devised a very cruel contraption that was to be tried out for the very first time this evening.
From her prickly perch he took her to an invention that seemed to be made from a stationary bike. She was made to bend forward over a padded bar that her hips were pushed up against. Her breasts hung below her and her chest was supported by a plush bench. Her feet were secured tightly to the pedals of the 'bike' and she was belted down at the waist very tightly.
The tilt of her hips and the tightness of her waist binding made her ass jut out nicely. And between her cheeks, her tender still irritated rosebud peeked out.
Her punished pussy was left to recover, but her clit received two little clamps, and each nipple received one clamp each with thin wires trailing to a spot she couldn't see.
The gears of the bike turned a chain that ran to something she couldn't make out behind her. But Daddy knew what it was. He had devised a way to make her fuck her own ass.
Behind her was a gear driven machine that was aimed directly at her helpless ass, and on the end was a very ferocious looking anal intruder.
As a final humiliation he fitted her mouth with a ring gag and fastened her head so she was immobile.
His cock almost exploded in his pants at the scene before him and he could barely wait to take his pet for a ride. He dropped his pants, picked up a little handheld device with buttons and stood in front of her. Showing her the buttons he dialed up one, and pushed the other. Her reaction was instant. Tensed and squealing she fought frantically to get away from the pain in her tender bud of a clit, and her nipples felt as though they were on fire.
He released the button and let her rest. The he said, "Pedal the bike".
Her fear of feeling the electricity buzzing painfully through her clit again started her pedaling right until the rude thing behind her touched her anal ring. She stopped suddenly, the sensation was rough and prickly and her asshole resisted immediately.
He pressed the button again, and in her panicked reaction pushed down the pedal of the bike sending the already lubricated evil contraption straight into her bowels. The sounds she made has his cock twitching and dripping precum all over. The pain running through her clit was excruciatingly. Her nipples swelled in pain. Enough so that her sense kicked in and she pedaled the bike. But the intruder into her asshole was so bumpy, textured, and big that it took her breath away and had her weeping in dejected submission of her fate. She put her mind to forcing the intruder in and out of her poor self hole. Each intrusion make her hole more sore, more tender and so very humiliating.
When he saw she was pedaling, slowly but surely, he took his aching cock in hand and presented it to her helpless mouth. He swirled it and humped it against her tongue and cheeks, and then with his finger on the button he pushed towards her resisting throat. As he figured, her pedaling came to a stop, so he timed the pushing of the button with the intrusion of his throbbing head into her tight throat.
The sensations put him over the edge. Her body was frantic in the effort to stop the pain and she pedaled hard to try and please him, but he never took his finger off the button. Instead her rode her until he came hard and deep in her belly. Even as his ejaculations slowed down he forgot to release the button and his toys struggles milked him dry.
When he finally stopped the pain in her nipples and clit, his toy had fucked her asshole to a burning, gaping hole, and her clit was the size of a grape. Her pussy had strands of pussy juice flowing from it as the shocks had forced her to many painful orgasms against her will.
But he was satisfied. He was sure his dirty little girl had learned her lesson well. Of course, in the back of his mind, he kind of hoped she would be back out very quickly to tease the men in the park. He had immensely enjoyed the crude invention he had designed, and had many more ideas up his sleeve.
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Torments of the squirmy kind
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Posted:Sep 22, 2011 3:01 pm
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2017 8:32 pm 38646 Views
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It is crazy the ideas I get in my head sometimes, but a maso mind is hardwired to see some form of pain in the strangest things.
The following fantasy is for the "Daddy's" I suppose.
He catches his little girl as she is horribly teasing the old men on the bench in the park. Bending over to tie her shoes, she bares her bottom hole and little pink slit with a pert little wiggle. Over and over she finds ways to give those old bums a show, until she can see they are becoming very uncomfortable and there is more than one tent in those old drawers.
Satisfied she has made them all horribly horny with her little show she trots away to a quiet corner so she can finger herself madly. That is of course when he catches her...
Oh how angry Daddy is, and after he drags her home he sets about to find a punishment that will fit the crime. And since it was old perverted bums that she was teasing, he opts to teach her what might happen if one of them happened to catch her instead of himself.
So out to the back of the property they go, two acres back near an old utility shed. She is stripped and gagged and tied over a low, but very sturdy tree branch. Between her legs is a spreader bar keeping her wee little asshole and sweet little pussy well exposed.
Unfortunately for her it is the early part of summer and the biting insects are in full force. Daddy has kindly wiped her whole body with repellent, but purposefully left her nether region bare.
Giving her a little pat, Daddy walks to the shed to organize for an overnight stay, and leaves his girl to the insects. It doesn't take long for him to hear her protests as her bare regions are attacked over and over, leaving excruciatingly itchy bites in the most sensitive areas of her body.
He is quick though, and in twenty minutes has things satisfactory for their stay. He heads out to see how little one is doing. He walks up behind her and takes a peek, just in time to see a big mosquito taking advantage of the free meal. Right beside her exposed clit it puts in its stinger and injects a horribly itchy solution. Little one wiggles and struggles and he can even see her attempting to clench in order to rid herself of the torturous pest. All in vain.
Her nether region is absolutely covered in little pink bites and she is frantic in her motions to try and scratch. So he picks up a small twig and helps her a little. Teasing some large bites he gives her a satisfying scratch only to leave it once the itching increases. "What fun!!!" he thought, and stayed there amusing himself as her struggles became even more frantic.
Her lips began to swell and redden as the stimulation, however irritating, caused her cunt to react. Between those lips was the beginning pearl of obvious arousal.
Her tight little anus was clenching almost obscenely in an attempt to scratch. The bites wrapping a red ring around that tender hole. As he watched a mosquito landed and tried to bite so close to the hole that when she clenched it was caught, only to fly away when her hole relaxed.
He amazed himself with the genius ways he came up to punish his little slut.
Leaning into her ear he says "There pet, now you know what it feels like when you have an 'itch' you can't scratch" and stands back up to go start supper.
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Depraved, I tell you
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Posted:Sep 18, 2011 10:03 am
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2016 9:55 pm 39380 Views
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Good Sunday Everyone!!
I am having writer's block. Stories to finish, and tons of ideas for them, but I have writer's block.
Here is the problem: If a victim is about to get a nice long anal inspection then my poor bottom begins to tingle and I lose all my concentration. I end up in my bed, fingers buried in my bottom and vibrator buzzing on my clitty.
Ugh.
I need the real thing.
Too much writing about these super kinky stories, not enough being tied and feeling helpless, exposed and well used.
How amazing would it be to have a vile, dirty, abductor type man catch me in such a position, with my own fingers in my bottom!! It really is a scary thought to be discovered that way. Pussy already dripping and slippery, clit already hard and throbbing, nipples solid little buds of nerves and an asshole already primed for penetration.
Absolute humiliation. I quiver at the idea, and struggle to type another line before running off again.
Lately, I have been having a few fantasies that include more than one abductor, but those ones really give me the shivers. I can't imagine being filled from both directions or having to deal with the minds of two perverts! But I can imagine the feeling of cum dribbling out of my filled to the brim holes...
That is something I have never experienced and dream of often. Tied absolutely exposed, and left there after being used over and over as cum seeps out one or both my holes. I imagine after awhile the torturous feeling of a drop slowly dribbling and tickling its way down my slit. Or the unscratchable itch it would create as it dried to a crust.
I could see myself wriggling to try to scratch that itch, only to have my captor come in. It would seem to him that I am waving my wanton pussy and asshole for him!!!
Excuse me for a bit, I must go find me a towel...
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Hormonal...
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Posted:Sep 15, 2011 5:36 pm
Last Updated:Aug 28, 2012 9:53 am 37765 Views
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That is me.
I really do have a slight hormonal imbalance. Fortunately, or not, depending on how you look at it, it makes me CRAZY horny for a solid two weeks of the month.
That kind of horny where I can barely function for a few hours without running off to relieve myself. My friends think I have bladder problems... *snort*.
Either way, I do know that when I find that right guy to play out my perverted ideas with it will have to be scheduled in that time period.
I honestly have no control over my pussy during that time frame. There is barely a moment that I am not near to dripping wet. Sometimes I am just a mindless swollen wet pussy with a body attached. An abductor would have a hay day with me while that is going on. No matter the position, punishment, torment, he would have a wonderfully slutty wet cunt to use for humiliation, degradation and perversion. He could spank it, whip it, beat it and it would still pout with delicious juiciness no matter how I felt about the punishment!!!
Make me do the naughtiest of perversions, such as a forced rim job to my Captor's vile bottom hole. My pussy will get wet.
Force me clean by mouth all of the implements of pussy and anal torment.... my pussy will dribble.
Tell me in detail the horrid treatment that is about to come my way... you guessed it.
Needless to say right now is about day ten and I am ready to throw myself on to a fence post!!!!
HELP!!!
Last night I shoved an anal plug in my bottom, tied my titties up tight, lay in bed and spanked my own cunny with a leather belt until it was glowing. The anal plug wasn't big enough to hurt so I took it back out and lubed it up with some A535 and reinserted it with strict orders (to self) to keep it in for at least 20 minutes. I came after two minutes.
No matter the things I do on my own, I cant imagine the fun it will be in real life. To know for certain that I can't get away this time, and the squeals I make are for real. Oh to be tormented, to cry and beg, and be tormented even more for crying and begging.
Ugh... Four more days of this crazy sexual torture. Another weekend with my friend, the "Energizer Bunny".
God love AA batteries...
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Quest for an abductor.
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Posted:Sep 12, 2011 2:35 pm
Last Updated:Aug 28, 2012 9:54 am 22834 Views
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This has been an ongoing search, probably started about 3 years ago.
Many people think it must be very easy for woman to find men willing to do the things that fulfill their fantasies. Unfortunately, for me anyway, this just does not stand true.
I have met with people from the online community twice now. One was a very pleasurable experience, but didn't fill my 'deep' needs at all. The other one I spent MUCH more time to be sure that we were on the same page and that I would be treated the way that would bring to life some of my most devious fantasies. Again, FAIL!!
I in no way blame this purely on my partner, as somehow I feel maybe I am just not getting my message across. But, cocky I know, my English is fine, and I'm pretty sure I know how to write. So yes, I get frustrated.
I would love some input into the minds of the men on these sites, even if just to tailor my language in order to get across my true needs and desires so that no one is disappointed or feels that they are wasting their time.
My second experience had all the elements of my desires to be forced, , abused, but lost all the points in the delivery of those things. It seemed as though he had a list of things that he needed to do, raced through them, checked them off and then asked how it was for me.
Even when specifics were talked about and agreed upon it just really seemed that once it was time for the real deal he couldn't help but do what he wanted to and leave my ideas out.
So, I suppose my biggest issue was the feeling of having been deceived. It happens a lot, but being as brutally honest as I am find it hard to NOT take a man at his word!
I hate to make judgment, yet I feel as though I am often being told how 'he' is really into that thing, but as the emails progress he tries to 'guide' me to his idea of a fantasy which in many cases is so far off I don't know how he found my profile to begin with.
I am a 'faithful' dirty little anal .
I want/need/ache to be tied and used.
I am not looking for an LTR right now.
The fantasies I write about are pretty much exactly the kind of treatment I would like to receive.
The man who I chose to 'abduct' me will get exactly what I have described of myself.
I have a very tight anal passage. Purely because I have not found the right kinky perverted anal sadist yet. I want this to change.
I know he is out there!!!
I am not interested in being trained to serve. Just tie me the 'f' up and use me. All my service should be of the forced kind with much corporal punishment as incentive.
I have an extremely active imagination and want to make it as real for my 'abductor' as I possibly can. I will scream and beg and cry. I will try to bargain and threaten.
My body will dance for you, and my dirty pussy will dribble for you, whether I want her to or not.
What am I looking for in a man?
The proverbial dirty old man. He is going to love tying up girls so he can treat their girly bits badly.
He will have ideas for torments for boobies, nipples, clitties, pussies, and mostly for dirty little back holes.
His idea of a great day would be tying his fucktoy to the table where he could just pull up a chair and work away at making her twitch for him.
He will particularly like the long slow torturous types of games, like repeated enemas, or clitty spankings that go on forever, or the long slow process of forcing something large into a resistant pussy.
He will love to take his time, taking breaks often for himself as his toy waits. Or taking breaks to fuck his toy before returning to a torment.
He will get great joy out of the humiliation of his victim. Name calling and verbal abuse, forced orgasms, or forced arousal and denial of orgasms... oh gawd!!!
As for my limits. No blood, needles, knives. No watersports or scat. No crazy beatings, punching or kicking.
You know what borders on excessive, lets chat if you wonder about any of those things.
Looking forward to finding 'Him' 
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When I close my eyes...
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Posted:Sep 11, 2011 1:28 pm
Last Updated:Dec 15, 2023 8:14 pm 24332 Views
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I dream the dirties dreams of anal torments.
My most common fantasy includes me being tied in a position of absolute helplessness. Almost always ass up and stuck out, on knees spread so far apart that my little clitty is visible from behind. My head is held up, mouth held open with a dental gag. And of course I am at a level convenient for my Captor to easily walk up and use any hole he wishes.
How I got in this horrible position changes from fantasy to fantasy, but always comes about by force. Sometimes I am a snotty little princess and my secret admirer has decided he needs to own me and punish me for my rejection of him. Sometimes I am a hitchhiker caught stealing food. Sometimes I was just in the wrong place at the right time for my Captor.
But it is always against my will and I would have struggled wildly before finding myself in this grossly demeaning position.
At this point I would have been left for awhile to settle down after the struggle and observe my surroundings and come to terms with the true and awful danger that I was really in.
The implements, equipment, furnishings and pictures around me would send my heart racing in amazing fear. I would pant and struggle attempting every distortion possible to escape my bindings. Unfortunately for me my Captor has been at this for a long time. The 'bench' that I am on was specifically made to very comfortably hold and securely bind a victim for the express pleasure of the Man who invented it. No amount of struggling would budge my limbs. Throwing myself from side to side did neither budge the bench, nor did it cause me any kind of harm. In reality I could comfortably endure this position for days as there seemed to be no undo pressure on any part of my body.
The guards holding my wrists were thick and well padded, as was the cushion my elbows and knees rested on. My belly was well supported with a thick pad that forced my hips to jut out and back, leaving my buttocks sticking out in a very lewd fashion, as I could feel the air movement on my extremely exposed asshole and inner cunny lips. My knees were immobile against padded spacers quite comfortably. My tits swayed below me freely, and I could feel my nipples harden at the thought of the true hopeless nature of the position I was in.
I couldn't help but drool through the gag in my mouth and as I looked around I saw the reason why my jaw was held open this way. I shivered at the lurid pictures and objects littered in the room around me.
The moment a sound is heard begins the worst part of my capture. Hearing him move behind me and the scraping of a chair along the floor. I can't see him, and I strain to look behind me, but it is hopeless. I have no choice but to listen and wait to find out what my future holds. The fear is terrific, it puckers my asshole and squeezes the breath out of my lungs as I try to beg, unable to make words. Then I jump. Horrified as a fat digit is rudely forced into my bottom, twisted and ground until it is past the first knuckle and almost to the second. I cry out in shocked agony, almost gagging at the humiliation as my tender flesh is abused.
Just as fast and brutal as it went in, he rips it back out and watches as my brown hole twitches in pain, puckering and slamming itself tight.
My torment has began, and he is obviously very fixated on my bottom hole with no regard to the woman who owns it. Gawd I sobbed, just that little abuse caused my hole to sting and revolt and I couldn't imagine how the rest of this day would go...
Every movement he made had me jumping and at the same time eager to be still so I could determine what was to come next. I didn't have to wait long.
My puckered asshole clenched down impossibly hard as I felt a wet slimy small insertion into it, but the clenching was in vain. Far up my bottom the little tube passed, then a pumping sound and a rude fullness in my bottom. I realized he was pumping up something that was expanding in my bottom and panic set in. I cried and sobbed and struggled and fought, but a few pumps later had my bottom full. Or so I thought. My Captor came into view then, holding a very large funnel. The funnel was hung before me and he disappeared momentarily. Back in view, but this time with two large jugs of milk. Into the funnel a whole jug went.
I felt the heat of the warm milk as it invaded my bowels, but I was hopeless to prevent it. It swirled in, swelled my belly and cramped instantly. How could this be happening? Oh the agony!! My bowels spasmed and twitched and ached and growled for what felt like forever before he released the valve in my bottom. Then humiliation was my utmost emotion as I shamelessly let loose in front of my audience and allowed my bowels to spray mild across the room. I cried, snot running down my nose, eyes full of tears as the last spasms distorted my body and forced the last dribbles of dirty milk out of my bottom.
The treatment was repeated, held longer, and expelled again. No amount of begging would get him to even speak, never mind stop his mindless torment of my bowels. When it was done a hose cleaned off my bottom and washed all the evidence down a drain in the floor. I was toweled off, misted with a pleasant scent, then left alone to contemplate my now even worse situation.
My belly felt totally empty, but my bottom hole ached with the force of the expelled liquids. It felt a bit raw and tender and even the air touching it made it sting a bit.
I was exhausted and the crying had made me so tired that I almost fell asleep when I heard the awful sound of returning footsteps.
Again the chair, and more begging from me, the tears shedding easily and instantly now. Still he didn't speak!!! My stomach twisted in fear.
There he sat, my brown hole, pussy and clit on full view. He took his time and examined every bit of my clit. The unwanted stimulation caused it to be forced to hardness. My cunny was spread and poked and also forced to a state of arousal, even as I fought with all desperation to stop the stimulation. He was skilled and knew how to make a woman's body do his bidding. With my pussy beginning to glisten he returned his attention to my crinkled star.
Without warning that innocent little gem was on fire! I squealed and jumped forward as far as I could go, my asshole clenching wildly over and over. I cried out again, not knowing was could cause such pain! Then he spoke!!!!
"Push that little asshole out, almost as if you are going to poop"
I shook my head instantly and began to beg horribly, but the only response was a never ending line of fire upon my asshole. Five times a shot of fire landed perfectly one after the other and sent me into a vain panic. I don't think any rear hole spasmed the way mine did that day. In my panic I realized what was tormenting me in such a cruel and rude fashion. An elastic band!!! Stretched far and snapped hard against my poor helpless tender hole. Oh gawd, I just wanted to die!!!
Again the command to "push out that asshole" and again the fearful, agonized denial and a repeated five torturous snaps against a hole that was surely getting red and welted with the punishment it had received.
The next time the command came I forced my panicked, pained body to obey him and forced my bottom hole to poke out for him. The humiliation was terrible. He took his time enjoying my little show, then snapped my presented hole again.
I jumped, screamed, twitched and howled. It hurt more for being pushed out, but I couldn't handle the five snaps in a row again!!
"Push it out every time bitch!"
Oh my gawd!!! The tears flowed full force now, I was being forced to participate in my own torture. He ground his obviously hard dick into my leg and I groaned at his vagrant pleasure at my ordeal.
I had no choice, and again forced my bottom out, my asshole poking in a vulgar display purely so he could punish it. He sat there for more than an hour and at the end, the merest touch to my swollen and welted asshole sent me over the edge. I heard a loud click and then he came around to the front of my 'bench'. On a laptop was a picture of the reddest, sorest looking bottom hole I could ever imagine, then realized that it was mine.
I cried as he laid down the laptop, his cock twitched hard against his belly. He rubbed it against my face, slapping it on my cheek and eyes, poking it to my nose and laughing as I attempted to avoid the inevitable.
With distinct leisure he rested the fat purple head of his cock in my open mouth. In pure disgust I tried to force him out with my tongue but only got a pleasured moan in response.
Slowly he leaned his dick toward my throat, back and forth, back and forth. I gagged and struggled, but every gag seemed to make his cock impossibly harder and he would just go deeper!
Finally in a single thrust he my helpless throat. Pubic hairs tickled my nose as I gagged, massaging huge invasion into my gullet. Tears and snot ran down and followed his cock into my open mouth. He pumped forever, my throat was becoming raw and sore before he grabbed my head and thrust deep. I could feel the head of his dick expand to fill my throat, then the shooting of impossible large amounts of cum into my belly. He grunted and thrust and grunted some more until he was empty.
His words to me as he left the room: "Too bad you made me cum so fast this time. Next time it will take much more entertainment to arouse me. It's a good thing we still have that pussy and nice round titties to play with eh?"
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