Hair pulling is one thing...
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Posted:Apr 9, 2022 9:07 pm
Last Updated:Apr 10, 2022 1:28 pm 1599 Views
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But this Master is taking it to another level.
Not sure if I would have the strength to drag damsels across the carpet by their hair. (Not that I have, mind you, not even damsel)
Are they forbid to get onto their feet? Or their hands and knees?
And what in Hill did they do wrong to deserve this?
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The Blue Wax
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Posted:Apr 9, 2022 9:02 pm
Last Updated:Aug 2, 2022 12:45 pm 1472 Views
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This slave is totally accepting of the wax being poured on her.
No need for restraints, even though the Master is pouring
from a VERY short distance.
Plus, she is holding a position that is quite difficult and will
get extremely uncomfortable, if not painful.
she deserves a reward after this scene.
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Kim's Dreams #6
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Posted:Apr 9, 2022 8:57 pm
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2022 8:34 am 2115 Views
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DREAM 6
Kim dreaded the need for sleep. Sleep brought torture and brutal violation to her body. There was no part of her supple anatomy exempt from the rough hands and massive penis that attacked her each of the past nights in her sleep. Yet, she yearned for the sleep also. She yearned for it because it brought excitement to her body and incredible orgasms with immense pleasure in the end. Both dread and yearning were products of the same events. Dreams or reality, she didn’t know, couldn’t understand.
Naked under the soft, satin sheets, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, unable to resist the heaviness of her eyelids. She accepted the fact that she was helpless to prevent what was to happen to her. She was a prisoner to it and had to submit to whatever was to befall her.
Not knowing just how it happened, she found herself lying across the bed on her back. Her head was hanging over one side, her long, silky hair flowing down and over the floor. Her wrists were bound, once again, behind her back, pinned beneath her. The trailing rope from her wrists ran along the mattress to the side rail of the bed frame opposite her dangling head. It kept her from slipping off the side of the bed onto her head. Her long shapely legs were spread wide apart and bent at the knees. Her ankles were tied off, one to the headboard post and the other to the footboard post. The position pulled her soft, smooth, round cheeks up off the mattress. her shoulders and upper back were flat on the mattress. Her already erect nipples pointed up at the ceiling invitingly.
Strong rough hands gripped her head, fingers interlacing in her hair. A penis brushed over her face. It rubbed along her cheeks, nose and chin. She opened her mouth wide, her tongue searching the air for a taste of the penis. Her moans pleading to take the growing organ into her mouth. When at last she found it, she licked the underside of the shaft slowly from base to , where she tickled the hole on its massive crown. Greedily, she opened her mouth and accepted the head between her lips. Once inside her lips, the swelling shaft surged over her tongue and plunged into her throat. It bludgeoned past her tonsils until there was none left to enter her. She labored to breathe around the increasing girth of the shaft as it was held unmoving, deep in her throat. It throbbed as blood pulsed through its veins, swelling it more each second. It stretched her lips around its base, filled her mouth and blocked her throat.
With the shaft still held stationary and growing in her throat, hands took hold of her breasts and began kneading roughly. She tried to move her head side to side and away from the shaft, still growing and buried in her throat. She was amazed to find that her head was still gripped tightly by powerful hands, even as her nipples became the targets of pinching fingers. There were sets of hands, she realized.
She grunted behind the shaft in her throat as a second intruder knifed into her unprepared sex. Too late, she understood that sets of hands meant penises. Finally, the shaft in her throat withdrew to her lips and rested between them. She inhaled deeply, replenishing the oxygen to her lungs an instant before the shaft thrust back deeply into her throat. It drove toward her belly at the same moment that the second shaft receded from her sex until the crown remained inside her.
The pair of shafts began a slow synchronized rhythm. As drove in, the other pulled out. They moved long, slow, deeply into her depths, and then back out again. Both sets of hands attacked her breasts. pair grasping the base of her breasts and squeezing until she thought her breasts would burst. The other pair stretching her nipples agonizingly across her chest.
With each movement into her from either orifice, the thrust became gradually quicker and stronger. Her body fought the bonds that held her wrists and ankles. She wanted to take hold of the ravagers and pull them closer to her. Her chest ached, her sex burned, her mouth was stretched to its limits. Yet, she relished the sensations pulsing through her quivering body. She swallowed with each thrust down into her throat, wanting it deeper. She lifted her hips higher into the air to accept the driving shaft deeper into her sex. She couldn’t get enough, as her excitement boiled inside her.
She was about to explode in ecstasy when the massive shafts ceased all movement. Both shafts held positions poised at the edge of her lips and sex. It seemed to her an eternity passed as the rods held their positions. She was desperate to climax. She tried to entice each shaft. She lifted her hips to try to engulf the rod between her legs. She lifted her head to swallow the between her drooling lips. However, her efforts were in vain, as each shaft withdrew just far enough to frustrate her efforts, but not disengage from her body fully.
She moaned, pleading to be taken, to be allowed to climax. the hands responded with torment, pawing her chest until the ache was deep in her body. The hands finally left her chest and took brutal hold of her hips and head. Fingers dug deeply into her flesh, holding her still. Without warning, she felt completely impaled. Both shafts plunged viciously into her depths together until she was sure they would meet somewhere within her body. Together the shafts retreated to the edge of her lips and sex, to ram back in maniacally. Her jaw ached. Each thrust into her throat forced her mouth wider. Her sex was on fire, each thrust into her stretching her beyond her limits. Simultaneously, she felt each organ spew their red-hot seed into her body as her own orgasm tore into her.
A tidal wave of pleasure crushed her beneath its force, pushing all breath from her lungs. She panted feverishly as wave after wave of ecstasy flooded the nerve endings of her body. When finally she found some self-control, she opened her eyes. She was alone, looking at the room upside down, her head dangling over the side of the bed. Her hands glistened with the moisture of her own sex. She studied her wrists, but found no rope marks.
Was it all just another dream … AGAIN?
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Kneeling in the corner
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Posted:Apr 8, 2022 8:43 pm
Last Updated:Apr 9, 2022 10:41 am 1737 Views
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There are so many ways to have a slave kneel in the corner.
Some are comfortable while the slave contemplates the error of her ways.
Others are more uncomfortable while they contemplate.
Then others come after discipline and are even more uncomfortable.
Nice and comfy, resting on her heels
Uncomfortable with arms and knees wide, legs held high (or else)
and an anal plug to squeeze and keep inside (also, or else)
Very uncomfortable, post spanking, burning cheeks, elbows on walls and legs held high (or else). I doubt she wants to make things worse.
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Kim's Dreams #5
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Posted:Apr 7, 2022 1:50 pm
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2022 8:34 am 2421 Views
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DREAM 5
Fear and excitement. The two emotions waged a battle within Kim’s mind and body. She slid her sultry body under the covers with both emotions coursing through her. Her intellect warned her to fear going to sleep, especially in her bedroom. Sleep brought an intruder into her bedroom, an intruder whose hands tortured her breasts unmercifully. Whose penis viciously thrust to the most extreme depths of her sex, and throat, without regard for her ability to accommodate its immense size.
But, her body fought her intellect with excitement. Her nipples were hard and pushed at the bodice of her short nightgown. Her round breasts swelled against the silky material. Her sex, moist and tingling, ached to be filled, stretched to its limits until orgasm overtook her.
As she tossed and turned in vain attempts to get comfortable, the battle of emotions raged within her. She struggled to calm down and decide just what she should do. Should she sleep, or stay awake? Or at least try to stay awake. She was exhausted. Gradually, tossing and turning evolved into slumber. Decision-making was replaced by new moans of fear as her mind filled with dark and mysterious thoughts.
Without warning, the covers vanished from the bed. Strong, rough hands yanked her up to her knees in the center of the bed. Her wrists were pulled behind her back, elbows bent, with her hands pointing to her head. There they were held in place by rope, wrapped roughly around her soft skin. The end of the rope tied off to the middle of her brass headboard. The position forced her to lean forward on her knees and allowed her breasts to spill out the top of the low-cut neckline of her gown.
She knelt helplessly and submissively as rope was wrapped around each ankle. More rope was added to each leg, just above her knees. She allowed her shapely legs to be spread wide across the bed as the lengths of rope about her knees were pulled and tied off to the side rails of the bed frame. Her ankles were tied tightly to the corners of the footboard. Her face lay resting on the mattress with her long hair flowing around her head. Her back was arched, her bottom high. Her short gown had slid up her body, baring her round, soft bottom.
Roughly, her gown was torn from her body leaving her breast to dangle freely, her nipples grazing the satin sheets. The pleasing sensation of the satin on her nipples lasted only a moment before her nipples were seized in vice-like pinches and yanked harshly towards her knees. The yanking only ending when the hands bumped against her legs. With the pain in her nipples, came the return of her fears. She began fighting the bonds that held her in place. But she was far too late to start fighting now. The fingers alternately released her nipples, allowing them to snap back to her chest, and then seizing them harshly to stretch the stiff, sore buds again to her knees.
After what seemed an eternity, the hands abandoned her aching nipples and breasts to entangle themselves in her long, silky hair. Her head was yanked from the bed. Pain seared through her scalp. She opened her mouth to scream her pained protest, only to be held silent as the hands plunged her head down onto a penis. Her wet, soft lips stretched around the huge oral intrusion as it slid over her tongue and into her throat. When her nose was buried in pubic hair at the base of the penis, the pushing halted. With fingers tangled in her hair, the hands lifted her head off the penis slightly, then shoved her back down until her lips bumped the pubic bone at the base of the penis. Repeatedly the powerful hands, tangled and flexing in her hair, forced her head up and down over the shaft of the growing penis. Her breathing became labored as she started struggling to take breaths between the forced plunges down the engorged shaft.
When she thought she would suffocate, the shaft was taken from her lips and the hands untangled from her hair. Her head dropped to the bed heavily, almost lifeless, but gasping for air. She gulped in breaths, trying to recover from the assault on her mouth and throat. She was taken by surprise when the hands gripped her hips with digging fingers and held her still as the shaft sliced into her sex from behind. The powerful thrust pushed her body forward on the silk sheets until the ropes around her knees and ankles went taut and allowed no more forward movement. Though her body stopped moving forward, the shaft did not. It kept pushing until it rammed against the furthest reaches inside her and tried to find its way deeper. Just as quickly, the ramrod slid back to the opening of her sex. Then drilled back into her depths, eliciting grunts of pain from her throat.
The hands seemed to be everywhere on her body. They dug into her hips as the shaft thrust into her. Then they returned to her already aching breasts and nipples to paw and squeeze. On occasion the a hand would crash into her upturned bottom leaving a red imprint on her pale white cheeks and bring a squeal from her lips and a violent shake of her head.
She could feel the orgasm building inside her with each painfully deep thrust. The ache in her breasts, the sting of her bottom, only fueled the heat in her sex. She was almost there, clinching her eyes closed and curling her toes, when the thrusting stopped. The shaft was still deeply embedded inside her, but remained unmoving. She shook her head in disappointment. She squeezed her sex around the embedded shaft, trying to entice it into moving. When she attempted to move back and move on the shaft, it slid from her sex all together.
She felt empty. She felt cheated. And then she felt horror. The huge shaft was forcing its way into her rectum. It drove relentlessly inward with little lubrication until none was left to enter. She panted in pain, moaning with each short breath. She was terrified to move until the shaft receded. Nevertheless, the monster intruder stayed buried in her bowels unmoving, stretching her anus wider than she thought possible. She was forced to dwell on the humiliation of being forcefully sodomized.
Finally, the immense rod receded, and she began to sigh in relief. The breath was quickly knocked from her lungs by the power of the thrust back into her rectum. Savagely, the shaft pistoned in and out of her virgin anus, building a steady rhythm in her dry bowels. She tried to collapse onto her stomach in an attempt to evade the thrusting, but the strong hands held her up, fingers digging deeply into her soft flesh.
Not soon enough for her burning rectum, the shaft began bucking wildly and sliding much easier into her. She could feel the hot fluid spurting from the shaft and drenching her bowels. She began to feel the return of her orgasm. With each ensuing thrust, she pushed back onto the spurting rectal reamer, wanting it deeper. Wanting it faster. The hands left her hips and reached again for her nipples. Once more, her nipples were stretched back to her knees, the pain fueling her building explosion with fresh pain. Finally, the combination of aching nipples and burning rectum, coupled with her lust, set off the bomb that was her climax.
She awoke, screaming in orgasm. The middle finger of her right hand sawing in and out of her anus as her left hand twisted her own nipple. She collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. Confusion clouded her eyes and mind, but satisfaction flowed through her body.
She didn’t look about the room.
She knew no one would be seen.
How could this all be a dream, she wondered?
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TBT, turn on the time machine Mr Peabody
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Posted:Apr 6, 2022 9:07 pm
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2022 3:21 pm 1752 Views
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This young lass apparently didn't play the tune
to her teacher's liking, now she must pay the piper.
And she doesn't look happy about it, scared actually
While this young damsel seems to have forgotten to pack
something for the picnic and now must answer for
her lapse in responsibility.
Seems Master is worried she will bolt at the first stroke
of the cane from the Mistress of the house.
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Kim's dreams #4
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Posted:Apr 6, 2022 7:24 pm
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2022 8:34 am 2688 Views
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DREAM 4
Kim struggled to understand what was happening to her while she slept. She understood fear was intrinsic to the ecstasy that always resulted from the nightly attacks to her always-helpless body. She decided fear, which she now felt every night, was a form of respect she held for the intruder in her nights. Fear of what would be done to her helpless body, fear of the pain that would be inflicted upon her. This fear was only natural, but she also trusted the intruder not to do her any serious harm. She thought these things as she fell asleep, anxious, terrified and aroused.
As usual, the satin covers disappear from atop her scantily clad figure. She felt rather than heard the material of her silk teddy tear, exposing her round, swelling breasts and damp, lush pubic mound. She tried to huddle into a fetal position to protect her vulnerability, but, unseen, powerful hands grasped her wrists and ankles roughly and effortlessly flipped her over onto her stomach, positioning her across the bed, her ripe, round ass cheeks exposed to the evening air.
Soft, strong rope was wrapped around each wrist in turn and the each wrist was tied off, stretched from her shapely body, one to the bed's baseboard leg, the other to the bed's headboard leg, until her shoulders ached at the strain put on them.
A large, hard cock pushed its way past her soft, lips into her warm, moist mouth. It tunneled relentlessly into her oft-violated throat, sliding over her tongue, bloating her cheeks and filling her completely. Strong hands gripped her head, fingers tangled in her long, silky tresses while the still swelling cock receded until only the bulbous head remained inside her mouth. Then at the same time the cock thrust back into her, the hands shoved her head downward to meet the forceful thrust, embedding the stiff organ deep within her throat.
As the cock slid back out the fingers yanked her hair, pulling her head off the organ at the same time it receded, only to force her back down the shaft as it thrust again into her throat. Up and down her head was manipulated on the cock as it thrust into and receded from her gasping throat, testicles slapped her chin, pain seared through her scalp. Simultaneously, her legs were forced wide apart and more rope was used to secure her long, shapely leg in a wide "V". A long finger parted her sex lips and sawed into her sex, driving her into a frenzy of raw, sexual desire.
The finger pushed further and further into her pussy until it was fully inserted, then it twisted and bent and began stimulating the area of her clit from inside her trembling body while the thumb massaged her exposed clit in a swift circular motion. The stimulation between her legs urged her to swallow the cock bludgeoning her throat more hungrily and sloppily. She couldn't get enough of the now massive erection down her throat to satisfy her urgent lust. She humped her hips shamelessly, as best she could, on the thumb and finger strumming her clit from two directions, wanting desperately to bring herself to orgasm.
Instead, she wailed from behind the thrusts of the cock buried in her throat as the finger and thumb left her clit and curvaceous, undulating hips. She tried to shake her head in objection, but the other hands held her immobile over the cock now head fucking her, repeatedly ramming into her throat viciously.
She felt her splayed legs being lifted off the bed into the air by her roped ankles. Her knees followed her shins upward, then her soft thighs went up, her back arching before her slender hips followed, then her chest rose, her full, round breasts dangling towards the bed, and finally her shoulders lost contact with the bed. She hung diagonally across the bed by her wide spread ankles. Her drooling, cock stuffed mouth impaled on the massive erection wedged immobile in her throat.
A second erection pushed its way into her pussy from below her at the odd and very vulnerable angle. Deeper and deeper it tunneled into her sex, her legs, lifted high, not able to impede the advance of the throbbing cock. She groaned at the sensation of ultimate penetration as the cock embedded in her pussy nudged the inner limits of her sex chamber.
All at once, the cocks began a brutal assault on her stretched and violated orifices, pummeling into her body at either end in no particular rhythm, each erection intent only on bludgeoning into her helpless form as hard and as deep as they could possibly achieve. At the same time hands grasped her dangling, up until now ignored, breasts and made up for lost time. The hands squeezed each globe of tender flesh until she was shuddering in agony and sure her tits would explode from the pressure exerted by the cruel hands. But then the attack switched to an equally agonizing assault on her hardened, erect nipples, the fingers pinching, twisting and pulling both buds in all directions. The other set of hands worked over her buttocks, alternately kneading her ass roughly, spreading her ass cheeks apart and harshly spanking her tender, pale, round globes.
Her body was being abused and used, by who or what, she did not know. But, she knew she enjoyed what was happening to her. The natural fear she felt could not be over-ridden by the incredible sensations that pulsed through her body, but that fear did fuel those sensations because of the unknown.
Her lips were stretched around the cock slamming into her face, she struggled for air between thrusts of both cocks. Her pussy lips throbbed from the pounding they were receiving with each thrust of the cock into her sex. Her breasts and nipples ached from the mauling they were enduring and her ass was on fire from the swatting that crashed down onto it.
But, when a finger knifed into her rectum unexpectedly, she explode into orgasmic ecstasy, gasping so deeply, she began to gag on the cock that surged further towards her lungs and thought she may actually swallow it.
She writhed on the bed in blind ecstasy, her index finger probing her pussy, her middle finger thrust into her anus. Her other hand twisted a nipple tightly. As her orgasm ebbed, she opened her eyes and realized she was, again, alone.
She had to have more!
She wanted the real thing, if this wasn't real!
She couldn't conceive of not wanting more!
But, was anyone or thing there tonight?
Or, was it a dream?
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