Forbidden Invasion
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Posted:Dec 17, 2019 1:41 pm
Last Updated:May 18, 2024 1:35 am 3821 Views
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She had been led into a cold damp room blindfolded. Her senses of sound, smell and touch were heightened. The person that led her to the room never uttered a word only pulled her by her leash and then left her standing. Suddenly she was alone. She had no idea where she was or if anyone was around. Her thoughts inside were so loud that she thought she had to scream from the insanity that was beginning. She was filled with fear of the unknown, injected with wild lustful desires of being taken without knowledge. Her body became a battlefield of conflicting aches.
Suddenly, her solitude with her thoughts and raging desires were invaded by a sharp and abrupt pull. Now, she knew she was not alone. Her dress was pulled up from behind her and a knife cut through it. She felt the material slide off her body. The sliding motion over her breasts teased her nipples. She drew her breath in quickly but did not release a sound. Another tug was felt, and her bra and panties were ripped off her body. She stood still with only her red high heels and blindfold.
She felt the cold air blanket her naked body, as well as a hot stream of heat brushing parts of her body from the individual that circled her. She felt she was being examined. She felt a pair of eyes combing her body. The heat from this stranger caused her body to react, her heart quickened, her cheeks flushed, and her breasts and sex expanded and swelled. The combination of all these sensations was becoming overwhelming to her to the point that she felt her knees want to buckle. She wanted to find stability on the ground but fought to stand upright.
She was close to pleading that someone would talk to her, touch her, to reassure her that she would be o As if her mental plea was heard, a sharp crack on her thighs was heard and felt. She was surprised. Her stance was assaulted but she regained her composure. Again, she never uttered a sound. Automatically, she became filled with a need for a second touch of the flogger. It became her only means to know she was not alone. It also told her that the person there knew what she needed and craved. The person behind her quickly responded to her mental request and met her ass with the flogger with an even harder blow. This time she bit her lip and held still.
A myriad of blows to her backside showered her. Over and over she was flogged, each one feeling stronger than the last. During the relentless invasion of the flogger’s tendrils, someone else roughly grabbed her wrists and pulled them forward. As one person held her hands clasped together, a third person tied her wrists tightly. It was perfect timing; the last pull of the knot on the rope that squeezed her hands together and a touch of the flogger that made her shriek for the first time.
Now she knew she had people in the room with her, one with the flogger, which again reached out and flayed across her back, another held her hands still and yet a third was somewhere loose in the room. All of a sudden she was stood back up and moved forward in the darkness. She was hung on the wall just high enough so she could not get her hands free, and yet not enough that she was hanging. She struggled in the darkness and yet she heard and felt nothing, she felt so alone, not knowing whether anyone was close or not, wondering when the next …. The thought was cut off as the paddle made contact with her curvaceous ass and she moved or at least struggled, but no sound escaped her lips. Then she felt a warm hand grab her breast just as the paddle landed across her backside again, and she felt hot breath caress her neck on the opposite side; her senses were reeling.
Then everything seemed to stop again, and she was left alone with her thoughts, not knowing if they were there or not, she could not sense them or feel them near. She was thinking about her dream, the one with men, where they took her in every way she could think of, she was feeling so warm inside and her sex was dripping wet, she was able to feel her body tingle with excitement and yet she was so afraid. When the opposite breast felt teeth bite into the nipple, she screamed for only the second time as the teeth clamped down and the cat of tails stroked her backside as another hand grabbed a hold of her sex and she could feel the warmth and wetness generated there. An exploring hand found her clit, and the button of pleasure was stroked and stimulated, she could feel the excitement build inside her, then suddenly everything stopped and she was hanging on the wall again totally aroused. Aware of her arousal like never before. She was listening but could not hear anything, no sound. She began to feel despair, that she was so close and yet now they left her there hanging like an ornament on a tree.
She was hanging there, silently accepting what was happening to her. Then suddenly she wanted to get loose, she struggled against the rope tied around her hands. She was trying to jump and free herself from the hook she was hanging on, she was powerless and she began to sob uncontrollably. As her tears streaked down her face she heard a deep, almost evil, laugh from behind her. Knowing it was her tormentors, she had shown them her fear and now they would own her soul.
Suddenly she was grabbed roughly and taken down from the hook, she struggled but there were of them and they overpowered her easily as they tied her the bed. Her arms were tied over her head and then she felt her legs being pried apart by them and leather thongs were tied around her ankles. Now she could not move, only her head was free move from side side. The assault had happened quickly and again there was a pause as if they wanted each thing that happened sink into her mind. To allow her to drift deeper into the depths of her capture, to realize that she was totally powerless. Her mind was reeling at the extent of what had happened to her. She began to wonder what would happen next.
As the question went through her mind, hands began to touch her. One set of hands felt silky as they drifted across her breasts and her nipples hardened to the point she thought they would explode. Another set of hands was rubbing a wet warmness onto her stomach just above her womanhood. The third set of hands was raking their nails down both sides of her inner thighs. Her senses reeling under the assault, her body was on fire and her clit was throbbing. The hands-on her breasts moved away and then returned warm and flowed easily across her breasts and as she was losing herself in the feeling; the nails tore at her inner thighs suddenly and she gasped. As if to signal the beginning of an assault, the hands-on her breasts squeezed hard on her nipples, the hands-on her stomach moved to her pussy and the fingers found her throbbing clit, the other hands moved away and she did not feel them as she moaned, then she felt a finger pushed into her mouth and she knew what he wanted as she sucked hard on his finger. The hands-on the breasts roughly caressed them, as they explored every inch of her swollen cleavage. The finger on her clit had moved to the fire that was building within her pussy and fingers drove into her, as the other hand was wandering deeper between her thighs looking for another hole to enter. As she sucked on the finger, a hand was tightened in her hair and began to pull. Moaning loudly and on the verge of climax, she began pounding her hips into the hand, moving from side to side to try to help the hands caress her breasts and sucking so hard on the finger in her mouth, raising her head so that the pain of her hair being pulled was amplified, and then she screamed as she climaxed deeper than she ever remembered.
Everything stopped again, she was out of breath but didn’t hear anything and the hands were not on her anymore. She could feel the wet chill between her legs on the bed from her climax. Wondering where they all had gone, she wanted all of them deep inside of her, as the thought went through her mind, her pussy throbbed and realized she was still tied to the bed.
Hands grabbed her again, as a bar was cuffed between her legs so they would remain spread wide apart. No sound except that of their moving as they changed her position. The tether holding her tied hands to the bed was released and she was rolled over; suddenly she could feel the warmth from the spanking that had been endured earlier. sets of hands held her still as the third set went work on her anus, gently at first the finger went into her; she moaned loudly. She realized her hips had risen to drive the finger deeper inside of her and she moaned again deeper this time. The finger was removed and something was rubbed into her hole making it slick and she felt another finger enter her. She moaned again and the fingers stroked into her deeper and harder this time, she was squirming and building towards another climax and everything stopped. She screamed in anguish, as tears streaked down her face from her torment.
As she lay there, still shaken from almost Cumming, she was sat straight up, a hard cock was pushed into her mouth as she felt his hands grab her hair and stroke forward HARD. Grasping the cock with her lips and sucking, she wanted so much to feel it spasm in her mouth, and as the thought crossed her mind the cock was yanked away and slapped across her face. She felt her nipples burn and realized they were beating them with hard cocks as the one continued to slap his cock across her face. She lost control and hungrily tried to pursue the cock that was beating her face, chasing it with her tongue and mouth. A hand grabbed her hair again and let her taste his cock once more. But he pulled his cock away so that she could only flick the tip of his cock with her tongue. Her tongue reached out again and the cock was gone; the hand let go of her hair. She sobbed as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Hands grabbed her and stood her up before laying her across someone’s lap. No sooner was she settled in then a hand slammed down hard on her ass and she screamed again. The hand repeatedly spanked her ass hard as she struggled, but the other hands grabbed her again and held her. She stopped struggling, and then as the spanking continued she felt herself moving towards climax. The warmth from the spanking moved out from her ass and melted into her, she let herself go and felt the sensations of the hand. She let herself drift into the spanking and felt the first wave go through her as she rode it deeper than before, her body took on a rhythm to help the hand keep beat on her ass. Feeling as though her entire body were on fire, she screamed as her body began to shake from the orgasm that she was deep in the throes of. She was being stood up again and held by sets of hands. She stood there shaken.
Still feeling the effects of her orgasm, she was lowered on her back onto a hard cock that sunk easily into her virgin ass. She moaned as it went deeper inside her and she felt his hands grab her breasts and squeeze them as she let the cock enter deeply. Then her head was tilted back, and from above her, another cock was thrust into her mouth as he took handfuls of hair in his fists. As her lips graciously wrapped tightly around the hardened cock she begins move her hips on the cock that was deep inside her. She was feeling the cock in her ass and sucking the one in her mouth when another drove into her dripping pussy; she moaned around the cock that she was sucking on. She was totally overwhelmed, and her orgasm began, she let it enhance the invasion of cocks upon her body. She sucked harder on the one in her mouth feeling it tighten as she sucked down on it. The cock inside her pussy was twitching inside of her feeling the contractions of her orgasm and was pounding into her as she moved underneath him feeling the cock in her ass moving slowly inside of her. The cock in her mouth exploded first and she slurped up all the cum as it was released, sucking it deeper into her throat. The cock inside of her pussy was next as he continued at a frenzied pace pounding into her, as she was deep into the depths of her own orgasm she felt it grab the cock thrusting into her and she came and screamed, an animalistic scream of pleasure. The cock had been removed from her face and the one who had finished using her pussy collapsed on top of her pinning her on the cock deep inside of her ass. She couldn’t move, and yet her orgasm rolled on. The body on top of her moved off her, and she was free. The hands grabbed her again and she was rolled over, then the cock in her ass began pounding into her, she was moaning squirming and thrashing around from the depths of pleasure she was riding to another new height never before reached. She could feel his orgasm building as his cock expanded deep inside her ass, then his hands came up around her throat and tighten and she exploded into a deeper level of orgasm as she was being choked and unable to breathe. As she sank deeper into her orgasm she felt his cock explode inside of her and she felt another explosion of ecstatic pleasure. They collapsed into a heap as the waves of the orgasm spilled out between them.
The cock sliding out of her ass awakened her. His hands were still on her and she felt them rise up to her head and tug at the blindfold. The light blinded her at first, and then she realized her boyfriend was sitting beside her. She was in shock, then she was in wonder, then she didn’t know what to say. He spoke for the first time since it had begun, “You talk in your sleep and it was a dream you kept having.” She knew he had given her a great gift and now she kneeled before him and spoke words, “Yes, Master.” Then she smiled, thinking of the dreams he hadn’t heard.
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Quest
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Posted:Sep 22, 2019 3:15 pm
Last Updated:May 18, 2024 1:35 am 2989 Views
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Quest
The lone wolf sits on a scrubby hill overlooking the plains, a gentle breeze is blowing the grass making it look like waves on a gently rolling ocean of green. The Sun is setting before him and the deer and other animals have come out to eat as the sky turns to fire as the light is extinguished for another day. The fire in the sky slowly changes from hues of orange to a deep set of purples and then finally the twilight becomes blackness.
However, he is there for another reason, as his eyes drift to the blackness that is now settling around him. He’s looking for that first star, so he can make that wish again, that single-minded wish that he was no longer alone, and craved, but never found. That presence that makes him feel whole, but that is just a thought, not a reality that has been realized. Then the star appears, and he howls a sound of despairing loneliness, that speaks of nights and days spent alone, hunting on the plains below and the mountain meadows above in summer.
He drifts off for what only seems a moment, thinking about what he has done and how he has done it. His life has an upward motion to it now that shakes him to the core of his soul, but still, that one thing is still missing. Then he shakes off the thought and looks around; the sky is full of sparkling light and the moon has risen past its zenith in that sea of blackness called night. Then he howls again, to hear that despairing sound almost rends his heart asunder, but he is strong and a survivor. He lifts his head again, but the gentle breeze grabs his fur and ripples it up and down, leaving him with a tingling sensation. Now he howls again, but it is just a sound that echoes back to him empty once more. He looks out into the darkness searching with his ears for that answering call, but there is nothing, so he lopes off into the empty night.
He remembers days gone by where he found those that hunt by night and thinks he does not need them, for, in the light of day, you can see how shallow and self-centered they really are. They come from darkness and when the light of dawn touches the mountains, they disappear before the sun clears the horizon. He shakes off the thought and howls that question one more time, but now an answer echoes through the caverns of his mind and comes to him, clear and yet unspoken ”all good things come to those with patience, that are willing to work hard to attain their goals”. Just some morale rhetoric from days gone by or a thought placed there by some higher
Presence. Now he realizes he must do what must be done and just watch time tick by and see what happens in the world around him and not feel despair as it passes by, without stopping.
He sees time as seasons of the year that come and go sometimes earlier, sometimes later. The spring arrives and the meadows are speckled with gently, rolling lush wildflowers, swaying in the mountain breeze. Brooks which are coming directly from the glaciers above, purled and danced over gleaming stones, the birds carol from the treetops and insects and bees buzz around merrily. Signs of new life are everywhere, and it is the time of new beginnings.
Then as the spring gives way to summer, the lone wolf moves deeper into the mountains, into the evergreens. There the air is thin and cool richly scented with the odors of trees that shed no leaves but stand dark green and resinous from their beginning till their end. The sunlight on the snowfields above him was dazzling, and the sounds of tumbling water seething down and down, steep and rocky streambeds to feed rivers far below. This accompanied by the soft, melancholy sighing of an endless wind passing through the deep green forest of pine and fir and spruce which clad hills that reached towards the sky in a kind of unthinking yearning.
There was a set of seasons where he had found some happiness for, he had taken a mate and with her and the pack behind, they went into the high mountain plateaus, and then deeper yet. Where their trail rose up and up, winding along streambeds and mounting the sides of ridges. From atop each ridge, they could see yet another, and looming over all that were, peaks beyond imagining as they soared upwards, to seem to almost touching the very vault of heaven. The peaks were pure and pristine in the mantel of eternal snow. It was fully into summer when they arrived at the most beautiful mountain plateau, and so the days were long and filled with sunlight. Birds sang from the trees and the smell of sun-warmed evergreens was touched lightly with the delicate odors of the acre upon acre of wildflowers carpeting the plateau, and at the far end was a blue-green lake that reached all the way back to the mountain ridges. Flowing across the plateau was a stream where slim-lined trout skimmed the water, searching for those elusive little insects. The water was so clear that you could see large fish swimming in deep water and at night just before dusk, it was like a huge mirror reflecting its’ surroundings on its’ own surface. The pack had grown and prospered under his leadership but one full moonlit night, he heard an echo, maybe from the past; where art thou? He realized that the search was not over, and he has left, the plateau, the pack, and her, but there were no regrets, and again he was alone.
As the nights grow longer and cooler, fall rolls into the mountains, the streams are filled from bank to bank with orange, greens and reds, the colors of the mature salmon answering the call to return home and renew the cycle. The plains have turned a golden brown and the trees now rustle with the golds, reds, browns, and yellows, and the plains have become a gathering place for the animals seeking survival against winter. The harvest of nature is almost over as the nights grow cold and the wind blows true and strong out of the north.
Winter comes under the cover of darkness, and in the morning a white carpet is laid-out for all to see. As it grows colder icicles form and rivers freeze over and on a night of the full moon there is light everywhere, a luminous sort of light that casts long shadows on the carpet of snow. He has still not found that special one, to share life’s little mysteries with. Many seasons have come and gone and what had seemed special was only a façade or a mirage that was there before his eyes but stayed the same distance behind him. They were just temporary inconveniences that with time, just moved on, while he still searched the horizon for that one, only one, that he would be with for the rest of his life. He’s looking for someone who will intertwine with him, so they may almost become one, but yet, she must have the strength of character to challenge him to greater heights. For when he finds her, as is the way with wolves, they will be joined for life.
As he moves deeper into the forests, he has run across other packs and he has had to explain, he is only going from one place to another searching for that which he may never find, not looking for expanded territory, or to challenge for leadership, but to exist peacefully. He has come to great mountains and he must go higher, for there, maybe his call will be answered and that which he seeks will be found. The landscape has become rugged, the creeks and streams rage wildly through narrow canyons only to free fall to a pool below and meander on their way to the sea. On a sunny day, he has seen multi-hued rainbows dance in the mist of the falling water, and the beauty of his mother is naturally all around him. The animals of the mountains are a different breed because they have not tasted the fear of man or seen his wanton destruction of mother nature. Centuries ago man had lived in a careful balance with the land and had shown respect by taking only what he needed to survive, and the earth had rewarded them with wild oats and good hunting.
He finally has reached a peak where he looks out and it seems he can see forever into the depths of the land. He is tired he has traveled many moons to find this place and now he must sleep, but his sleep is full of questions and he only hopes he can find the answers. He wonders about the miracles of life, it seems like an unknown dream to feel the pride of a father when his first pup is born and hopes he has the knowledge and the wisdom to guide that pup properly through life. To give him skills to hunt to survive in this world filled with strangers. He wants to feel the excitement of running with them through open fields and watch as they grow and learn from new experiences that they will have to deal with on their own under his supervision, always under his watchful eyes, so no harm may come to them. But he is only the first line of defense, for not far away she is there, and she will be forevermore, for they are mated for life and only death can separate them.
Small wonders do sometimes happen, all he can do is hope, and hope one day he will know the feeling and find the mate, that one true mate that will be with him to the end of time. But for now he is the Lone Wolf standing proud but alone, and he turns his head and howls at the moon, it is different now, a call that echoes through the vaults of time and space to hopefully be heard by His one true mate and he sits and waits.
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The Dance
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Posted:Sep 16, 2019 6:02 pm
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2021 7:46 pm 4251 Views
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It was the third time she was seeing him and they would be together tonight, but she wanted humiliation to be part of it. She had it figured out in her mind, but he seemed very calm, very relaxed and self-assured as she nibbled on the tips of her hair. She had walked to his chair and he had sent her back 10 steps; he had told her; they were the 10 steps to her freedom. She was puzzled about what he meant but she knew all too soon she would know better, and that it may not be a pleasant thing that happened. She has asked him for bondage, humiliation, paddling for punishment and hard sex. The thought has gone through her head that she has pushed too hard this time, but she trusts him with her life, yet he has a different look on his face tonight, something that runs deep inside of him.
She stands before him, 10 paces out, wearing nothing but the silk gown he had laid out for her. She finds as the fan overhead blows down on her, that she can feel the silk slide back and forth across her nipples, and they harden from the caress of it. She looks up to him and he is smiling, watching her, studying the look on her face, and he asks will she share that thought with him. She is startled and wonders how long he has watched her before she had noticed. She knows that he has power over her; she would do whatever he asked. She says, “I was feeling the caress of the wind made by the fan gently stroke my silk across the softness of my nipple and I was enjoying the feel of desire begin to build within myself.” He looks at her and smiles; “Well, I desire to release,” he says as he walks up to her, and tells her to bend over and put her hands on the floor. As she does so, he produces a pair of restraints and he clips them first to one wrist and then an ankle, her palm is flat on the floor, and then he repeats the procedure on the other hand. You may take one step when we are done this unless you will take 2 extra smacks to the original ten, then you may take 2 steps. She was happy, 2 steps for 12 smacks, which was nothing, and she smiled and readily agreed.
He pulled her silk up across her hips very slowly, teasing her, making her squirm. As she looked over her shoulder at him, she could see the smile that was there; she felt the silk rub against her and her nipples stood harder. Then he finally finished pulling it up over her hips and her ass was naked as his hand laid on her and she felt his warmth. Then his hand raised and came down with what felt like lightning impacting the earth and she screamed from the burn that was there in her one cheek. Never had he truly spanked her as he was going to now and instinctively “One” was spoken. He let nine more fall from the heavens, like lightning bolts, and she counted each and every one of them. He stopped to do something and she saw a bottle in his hands, she was trying to find out what it was when his hand came down on her ass cheek and fire exploded on her ass. And yet he waited, and the silence stretched on and it hit her, he was waiting for the count, as “Eleven” crossed her lips, she knew that had been a close call. He reached for the bottle again and it splashed on his hand, the rubbing alcohol burned into her ass as his hand slammed down on her. The word “Twelve” crossed her lips immediately as she bit her lip to stop herself from screaming. He rubbed his hand across the surface on her ass and she fought herself to keep from screaming as the fire once again spread across her ass cheeks. He reached down and removed the restraints from her wrists and ankles, and she immediately dropped to her knees, waiting for the next set of commands.
He walked back to his chair and sat down and watched her. He could see her discomfort from the way her buttocks set on her heels and he watched her fight with herself trying to stop from squirming. He enjoyed watching her, the slight rise and fall of the silk was massaging her nipples and increasing her frustrations. He felt his cock pressing against his tight jeans and looked at her as she was alone in her own thoughts, drifting in the fantasies in her mind again. He quietly rose from his chair, walked over in front of her and stood before her, his hard cock throbbing thinking what she would be doing with it in a moment. He abruptly reached out and grabbed a handful of hair getting her attention, her eyes refocused and not a word was said as she unzipped his pants and lowered them, smiling as his cock presented itself for her to suck. She tenderly took him into her mouth, licking on the head, moaning as she enjoyed having his cock, and it was her favorite candy. He had released his hold on her hair and was watching her as she licked and sucked on his enraged cock. She was moaning deeply, enhancing the sound effect, knowing he could get lost in the assault of senses, of feeling, hearing and seeing. His hand reached down and pinched her nipple and she drove her mouth down on his cock and engulfed him as she moaned and her tongue flicked out as she licked his balls with his cock deep in her mouth. She started to stroke his cock faster and faster and as she took him deeper into her mouth he reached for the hair at the back of her neck and his hand entwined in those hairs; it tightened causing her to groan and she sucked harder on his engorged cock. She could feel the tension in the head of his cock as it enlarged in her mouth and she knew he was going to let her taste him. Suddenly to her surprise he pulled his throbbing cock out of her mouth and came all over her face as she tried to tongue up the cum as it shot from his pulsing organ. He smiled down at her as she licked her fingers that she used to wipe the cum off her face.
She noticed he was looking at his watch and the clock on the wall quite often, and she wondered why. She was distracted with her thoughts so she did not see him coming with the paddle and the box. The box was full of leather care items, and her job was to massage with loving care neat’s-foot oil into the leather to soften it. When she was done she would offer it overhead and he would take it and examine it. Satisfied, he would then position her the way he wished to spank her, sometimes over his knee, sometimes bent over a table, but to this point always bound. He reached down beside his chair and pulled out a pair of fleece-lined cuffs with locks, she shivered and he smiled. He asks for her right arm and she complied, he attached the cuff to her wrist and then did the same thing with her left arm and then to her surprise he did both ankles as well. Then he handed her a black leather blindfold, and she put it on. She heard the rattle of chain and sensed he was clipping something into something. She was so tempted to lift the blindfold to look but knew that would result in the worst punishment she had ever received. Then her legs were forced apart and attached to something solid, spreading them wide; he then grabbed one arm and attached it to the ceiling and repeated the process with the other arm. She was spread eagle, standing, and she was very surprised at his closeness as he whispered in her ear how bad she had been. His hands were feeling the softness of the silk and the hardness of her nipples under it when she felt cold steel brush against her thigh and she screamed. He then let the blade run against her skin and cut the silk away from her body. She could feel the coldness of the steel and hear the silk being cut effortlessly and knew instinctively that the knife was very sharp. She was terrified and yet she did not move, she had felt the blade pass between her breasts and a cold shiver went through her body. He rubbed the flat of the blade across her nipple and she surprised herself by sighing. She felt the blade lift away from her breast, then suddenly it sliced the sleeve off one side and then the other, and the silk gently slid from her glowing skin. He whispered, “You are my tonight and will do whatever I wish,” and she replied, “Yes Master”.
He watched her for a moment, smiling at how far she had come in a few short visits, and how naturally she had taken to being a slave. He turned and reached for the paddle. He felt the coolness of the leather and inhaled the smell of the oil and the softness and beauty of the skin before him, then he raised the paddle and it landed on her inner thigh and she screamed. Once again he raised the paddle but as he had surprised her the first time he would not get her to scream again; she would be patient and await the blows she should have been prepared for. The paddle strokes fell on her body, they were merciless on her ass cheeks and her inner thighs burned savagely. He had taken time to paddle most of her body and with great precision, he had made her thighs, ass, and breast burn with the fires of her lust and passion. Suddenly the paddling stopped and she felt him close. He was whispering in her ear that that was four; did she wish to get rid of one more? She knew it would be sadistic, he was vicious that way, although he would not be cruel, sadistic was another thing. She whimpered she would do anything to be with him and he said, “Then you agree?” She said, “Yes, Master,” and he smiled.
She was taken by surprise by his hand massaging her pussy, he had her clit hardening under his skilled fingers; she moaned. When she did, all massaging stopped and she whimpered. Then she was trying without success to close her legs as the paddle slammed into her clitoris and pussy. She was ready to collapse from the sheer pleasure of it. He surprised her with his viciousness because he was truly soft in his way, as the paddle landed square on her again and she sagged only to be supported by her chains. The wave of ecstasy that shook her to her very soul made her moan long and deep, as the paddle delivered another blow. The blows were coming faster now and she could feel the orgasmic release building like an explosion inside of her, wishing he were deep inside her to feel it with her. She was screaming and he continued to rain blows upon her womanhood and she wiggled and squirmed trying to get away. Then finally she could fight no more and the layers of orgasm began and she was consumed as he heard the moans and then her screams, as she collapsed exhausted.
From somewhere far off, she heard the doorbell and her Master move towards the front of the house through the hallway. Although she could not see him, she could hear him talking to a female and then she realized the voices were moving closer to her. They were standing beside her and talking casually like it was nothing strange to have a naked woman hanging from your living room ceiling who had red marks and welts covering at least half of her body. She felt hands probing the marks on her ass, they were soft and feminine, and she was shocked as they ran along a rather long welt and she felt the burn return and involuntarily she sighed. It was followed by a playful smack of the hand on her ass. Her mind was reeling at the thought of a female touching her and studying her and yet here she was and there was another woman examining her body inch by inch. There was idle chit chat about this mark or that blow or how nice that mark looked and then she said to her that she was very lucky to have a Master so thorough. She shuddered as the woman’s hand dove into her pussy and then her finger went inside of her and she moaned and she hated herself for revealing how much this woman turned her on. Then suddenly her blindfold was removed and she saw the long red hair and the sensuous look on her face, the curve of her body; she was thinking she was a very good looking woman when Master grabbed her hips and the redhead went down on her and she screamed no and she continued to scream until Master put the softball gag in her mouth. Master was behind her and the redhead was lapping away at her, she wanted this woman but she couldn’t, it went against everything, wanting another woman sexually. Her Master was massaging her breasts as the redhead was eating her pussy and a finger entered her, then two. She could no longer fight herself and her hips started to move on the fingers and she moaned and tried to push herself into the red head’s face wanting the tongue to push harder on her clit. Master was massaging her nipples and biting her neck, as they worked her over together her climax came suddenly, violently like she had been holding it back. Neither of them was stopping and she was falling deeper into her orgasm, as the waves rushed through her body she was shaking, almost vibrating, as she screamed her total release like an animal.
Master leaned toward her and whispered the word six and smiled as he was pleased with her like he was the first time and the words good girl came to his lips. The redhead came toward her and kissed her deeply, letting her tongue find its way between her lips, forcing them apart. Master again whispered in her ear let go, enjoy, and with that, she returned the red head’s kiss. For a moment they kissed each other deeply, allowing their tongues to explore each other’s and then delving into each other’s mouths. Her senses were blazing with the thoughts of softness and kindness, how gentle the kiss was and how deeply it moved her. The redhead stopped abruptly and the moment was broken. Master removed the spreader bar but added two restraints that went around her hips above the knee and strapped them together then he released her hands and pushed her to her knees and refastened the chains to her hands held then above her head, but she was sitting on her heels again.
She could see the redhead was waiting for something and yet she didn’t know what was next and yet she was watching, enjoying, soaking up the good looks of the redhead. Master walked over to the redhead and said the number seven, as he looked at his slave, yet his eyes were blazing and looking into her soul. His hands reached out and he ripped the shirt off the redheads back with his bare hands and she exhaled sharply, as she stood in the rags of her shirt he grabbed her bra and ripped the hooks apart and the bra fell to the floor. The red head’s nipples were hard and quite telling of the state of her arousal. Master looked at her shorts, grabbed at them roughly, but removed them slowly as she was not wearing any panties; they dropped to the floor. The redhead was now nude before Master, and he pushed her to her knees brutally and held her there by a handful of hair; he teased her with his hardened cock slapping it against her face then making her suck it. He was verbally humiliating her and she was softening. “You want this, my little ,” he said and the redheads replied, “Yes, Master”. She was shocked to hear those words coming from another’s mouth and then she realized that he was dominating both of them and the redhead had given herself to Master for this scene. She was sucking on Master, deeply inhaling him when all of a sudden Master grabbed her, stood her up and turned her around to bend her over as he drove his hard raging cock deep into the pussy of the redhead. She moaned and drove back into Master and he started to slap her ass with one hand while pulling her back by the hair to penetrate deep inside of her. She began to cum and let it roll until she was screaming and pleading with Master to fuck her harder; he pounded wildly into her and they came explosively together, then she collapsed on the table.
Master walked over to her and asked, “Do you love the taste of Master, little one?” She replied, “Yes, Master, may I taste you now?” He smiled, as the chains were undone and placed the cuffs together and removed the chain. He then removed the waist cuffs and put shackles on her ankles so she could move slowly, but still have her balance. She reached for his cock wanting so badly to taste him and Master grabbed a handful of hair, dragging her to the redhead and put her face in the red head’s pussy as his cum began to drip from the lips of the redhead. She started licking, slowly at first, almost tentatively, and the redhead began to take pleasure in this and moaned. She looked up at Master and saw the big smile on his face and went back to eating the redhead more vigorously. The redhead was moaning loudly and squirming under the lashes of her tongue and she started to grind her hips into her face; she licked harder and faster, poking and prodding, and the redhead could not control herself as she screamed, “I am cumming, oh my god I am cumming!” As the redheads' hips gyrated on her face she squirted and covered her in her juices. Master grabbed her and pulled her toward him and said, “Eight.”
As they all recovered from their sexual releases throughout the day, Master offered her an easy nine; to take 10 whacks from the redhead with her flogger. She quickly agreed, thinking it could not hurt very much. The redhead pulled out a flogger with a dozen steel tip falls, another with twelve red rosebuds and one more with 32 long falls. Master told her that she would get whippings from each in rotation. She felt the cold steel tips on the one flogger, and then examined a dozen rosebuds and felt the softness of the flogger with the many falls. She asked Master where she would be bound and he smiled and said, “At the table, and you will not be bound.” Master heard her gasp and then he looked forward to watching them, as the redhead began to play with the floggers. The redhead had noticed her playing with the rosebuds and the soft doeskin flogger; she took her place at the table, bent over ready for the floggers. Master grabbed the floggers and held them behind his back, he then pulled one from the three by the handle and it was the rosebud flogger; he handed it to the redhead and she swung it as if to get a feel for it and suddenly it erupted with pain on the prostrate girl’s ass; she wanted to climb across the table and hide but Master was watching and he was smiling, so she groaned. Next came the soft doeskin flogger and seconds after he handed it to the redhead it exploded on her ass; she was surprised at the intensity of the hit from the soft falls and she moved away from the pain delivered by them. Master handed the steel-tipped flogger to the redhead and she swung it as soon as it met her hand; she was startled and screamed from the contact with it. She was trying to settle herself when the rosebud flogger made contact again and she squirmed but managed to keep herself quiet. Then the soft doeskin that somehow wasn’t really soft but stung when it hit, and then her mind was already trying to stop the scream that was there as the steel-tipped flogger again found it’s mark, but this time she remained quiet except for a soft moan. The rosebud was next and she knew the heavy ends impacted like bullets hitting her ass, and she tensed and felt the pain as they marked a line clear up the crack of her ass. As she was calming down again the crack of the soft falls hit with heavy intensity and made her squirm in delightful pain. The steel-tipped flogger that seemed to bite into her ass closely followed it. She knew there was only one more and she waited to feel the bite of the rose, which stung like she was being flogged by a thorn bush, and as it made contact it felt like it hit exactly where they had hit before. She let out a scream which she quickly got under control and then she felt hands massage her ass cheeks and she gave another involuntary sighing moan from the gentle contact. The redhead stood her up and began to massage and gently kiss her.
He watched as the redhead walked her toward the bedroom where the leather straps were already attached to the bed. He smiled as he stopped at the hall closet and picked up the soft white rope he liked so much, there were coils of it. As the two women were engaged with each other, he put the rope on the bed. Then he separated them and took his slave to stand against the wall and asked the redhead to bring him a length of rope, which he carefully wrapped around her back then circled her breasts. He kept adding rope until her arms and hands were tied into this shirt made of rope. She struggled against it, yet she could not move her arms, they were pressed tightly against her sides. The rope was tied around her inner thighs across her belly, around her breasts, and over her shoulders. He gently laid her on the bed, and then he began to let his hot breath curl across the inside of her thighs and drift towards her pussy. His teeth were raking across the same flesh and the heat of the breath was always there, leaving her tingling and wanting to have him inside her. The redhead was sucking on her nipples and caressing her breasts when she suddenly straddled her face and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her face into her pussy. While she could not see Master, she felt his hard dick in her as he eased deep inside. He was flexing his hips and the legs were under hers as he slowly drove in and out of her, while she was eating pussy and getting laid, she was thinking of her bondage and how helpless she was. When she realized all this, an orgasm began and she moaned deeply. Master could feel the muscles inside of her tightening, as she came hard. As she was getting more excited Master withdrew from her pussy and went into her tight ass and she squirmed feeling him drive deeper into her as she thrust her hips down harder on his enraged cock, feeling it go deeper inside of her. The redhead had been totally consumed by the oral sex, and had lain over on her side resting from the throes of her orgasm, while the other felt the orgasm coming like never before, and screamed out MY GOD as she went off like a rocket ship as his cock was pounding deep into her ass and he came deep inside of her. As they lay there entangled in each other, they realized the extent of their exhaustion and Master reached up and pulled one rope causing the entire thing to come apart. He smiled as he looked into her eyes; she could see the pride he had in her. Contented sleep overcame them.
ÄÐWolf aka Youredge
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A submissive named Insolent brat shared this with me 20+ years ago
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Posted:Sep 5, 2019 6:52 pm
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A, B, C's
What is a Good Dominant:
A - *Adventure* - He has an adventuresome spirit. He seeks to discover what is behind every door and cross every ocean, real or imagined, to find what resides in the deepest, darkest niches of His sub. *Agile* - He is agile of mind and emotions to try to keep a step ahead of His sub.
B - *Bright* - He is able to carry on an interesting conversation, stir my curiosity or compassion. *Balanced* - He is well balanced. *Bold* - He is someone who is bold enough to try new things without fear of failure.
C - *Calm* - He remains calm in the face of adversity, calm in the eye of the storm of my tears or fears and with His calmness guides me back to the center. *Careful* - He is careful to protect and shelter my heart and soul. *Caring/Compassionate* - He has a caring heart for not just me, but for anyone who may be in need of help. *Clear & Concise* - He makes His wants, needs, and expectations clearly are known in a concise manner, leaving no questions or second-guessing. *Confident* - He is confident of His skills, His knowledge, His love, just as He is confident of my commitment and obedience to Him. *Control* - He maintains control of Himself first, then and only then takes control of His sub.
D - *Dominant* - He is dominant because that is what He is not simply because He wishes it. *Demanding* - He knows what He expects of Himself and His sub and will rest only once He has achieved that. *Determined* - He has stalwart determination to help His sub be all she can be and more. *Devilish* - He has a devilish sense of humor and fun, keeping His sub on her toes.
E - *Easy Going* - He is relaxed and sure of Himself and His sub, that both can relax and enjoy the quiet moments of life. *Endearing* - He has an endearing quality about Him. *Endearments* - He loves to His sub words of endearments, such as: sweetie, honey, dear, love, pet, little one.
F - *Fair* - He is fair and just when He has to discipline His sub. *Fire* - He has fire and passion to equal His sub. *Funny* - He can make you laugh and simply enjoy the moment.
G - *Genuine* - He is true to Himself first and then to others. *Guide* - He provides endless untiring guidance to His sub. *Growth* - He seeks to learn and experience more, expanding His knowledge and skills, always growing. *Good* - good kisser, good tongue, good well I will leave it at that.
H - *Heart* - He has a heart of gold. He opens His heart to His sub as she does to Him. *Honest* - He is honest to Himself and to His sub. *Honor* - He believes and practices honor and guards His closely. *Haven* - His arms are where you find your haven, safe, secure, loved, protected, cherished.
*Humorous* - He can make you laugh even when you are feeling your lowest. *Hands* - Large and strong. Strong - able to deliver discipline earned and bring you pleasure and pain to bring you to the edge of the abyss, gentle enough to soothe your tears or fears or bring you deep intense pleasure.
I - *Intelligent* - He is bright, witty, understands humanity, and if He is really good can read His sub’s mind as they seem to think we can read Theirs. *Integrity* - His word is His bond. *Imperfect* - He knows He is not perfect and doesn’t expect His sub to be either. *Intense* - He can give you a certain look or a certain tone of voice and change the tone from frivolous to a serious session. *Inviting* - His smile and His arms invite you to dwell with Him and find your peace.
J - *Judicature* - He is just in his administration of justice.
K - *Kissable* - He is someone you never want to stop kissing. *Kind* - He has a kind soul, is kind to all.
L - *Loving* - He is unafraid to show anyone His love for His sub. *Limitless* He is willing to try anything once, sometimes twice. *Lion-Hearted* - His sub knows He will protect her from herself when necessary, not just from those around her. *Lives to Love, Loves to Live* - self-explanatory. *Learning* - He is always seeking to learn more about Himself, His sub and the lifestyle.
M - *More* - He is someone you would always want more of - more to please - more to love. *Motivates* - He motivates His sub to try harder - strive to do well - be the best and all she can be. *Mind* - He knows that everything starts in the mind. *Mischievous* - He is all Master, but part brat, always being His devilish self.
N - *Needs* - He needs His sub as much as she needs Him. *Naughty* - He gets those delicious devilish thoughts and acts on them. *Non-Judgmental* -open-minded minded and accepts others as they are, kinks and all.
O - *Open*- He opens His heart fully to His sub giving her the confidence and security to open hers fully to Him. *Observant* - He takes note of His sub, how is she doing, how is she feeling, etc.
P - *Patient* - He has the patience to help His sub work through any issues she may be dealing with. Patience to work slowly in expanding her limits. Patience to take small steps to build her total trust in Him. *Provoke* - He provokes thought and action in His sub.
Q - *Quiet* - He is someone you feel comfortable in just sitting quietly with. *Quick* - He is quick on His feet. He can think on His feet while on the run to keep up with His sub and He has a quick wit, able to spar verbally with anyone.
R - *Romantic* - He can show His love and is unafraid to tell you often that He loves you. *Reality* - He faces the realities of this lifestyle, knowing the difference between fact and fiction. *Reassuring* - No matter what curve can throw a sub she always finds reassurance in His arms that it will be okay.
S - *Strong* - He has a strong heart and soul, strong enough to let His sub see that He is human and makes mistakes and is strong enough to lean on His sub at His low moments in life and knows it is okay. *Safe* - He is one you always feel safe with. *Supportive* - He is someone who supports you in the good times and more so in the bad times. *Secure* He makes you feel secure in His love.
T - *Tenacious* - He sees beyond your fears and tenaciously and methodically helps you get passed them. *Tender* - He has a tender heart for His sub. *Teases and Torments* - He can bring His sub heaven and hell at the time in His . *Trembles* - He can make you tremble with need and want of Him. *Touch* - His touch you crave, you want, you need.
U - *Unselfish* - He is unselfish when it comes to His love and affection for His sub. She feels He gives her way more than she can possibly give Him. *Us* - He and His sub are a pair.
V - *Variety* - He seeks variety in - new ways - new methods.
W - *Witty* - He has a great sense of humor. *Wisdom* - He will share His wisdom with others when asked to do so. He uses His wisdom towards His sub, to help and guide her. *Whole* - He makes you feel whole. *Weak* - He has weak moments and is not afraid to let His sub knows He is human and can rely on her strength to get Him through.
X - *X-ray* - He makes you feel He can see right through you at times.
Y- *Young At Heart* - He strives to always remain fresh because He will always remain young at heart. Y-*Ying and Yang *her compliment as she is His.
Z - *Zeal* - He has a zest for life, for His sub, for their relationship.
He is because it was written by a female for a male, but any Dominant/submissive couple can understand this, no matter the sex of the Dominant.
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