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Men’s Ball Buster Kit ™

Saturday, 18 July 2009 07:00 by Admin

Men’s Ball Buster Kit ™
Ball, harness, adjustable

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"The Bottle"

Friday, 6 June 2008 07:00 by Admin

I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea. My wife and I are not
always getting up to 'unusual activities' but we decided when we
first got married that we should work hard to keep some sparkle
in our sex life... hence the 'games'. About 4 or 5 times a year
(it used to be more often) we act out our fanasies and really go
to town. This particular event happened about 18 months ago and
to the best of my recollections what happened was this... I'd got
home from work about 7:00 and usual sat down to my tea. My son
was already in bed and Carole (my wife) sat watching me with a
permanent grin on her face. I finished my tea and went into the
living room, my wife followed still smiling. "Ok", I said,
"What's up?". "I wondered whether you were in the mood for a
game?", she replied. "Whose turn is it? (to choose the plot)", I
asked. "Mine", she said gleefully. "You've got something
planned", I said. "What's the matter, lost your bottle?", she
said scornfully. Bottle!, then I remembered, in our last game I'd
forced her to take most of a half pint beer bottle up her cunt,
she reckoned it had hurt her (anyone would think I'd left the top
on) and she said she was going to get even. "Well?", she asked.
"Ok then", I said, "What's it to be?". "First you've got to
promise not to go back on your word", she said. "I promise now
put me out of my misery", I replied, wishing immediately that I
hadn't said that last bit. "Well first I want you undressed", she
said. "Where?", I asked. "Here", she said, "in the living room,
by the fire". Well that sounded fair enough so I stripped off.
"What now?", I enquired. "Now", she said wickedly, "I want to tie
your hands behind your back and your feet together". "What for?",
I asked. "Do you want to play this game or not", she snapped.
"Alright, alright", I said, "tie away". From the bureau she
produced one lengths of thick orange nylon rope for my ankles and handcuffs for my wrists. 'She's been
cutting up my tow rope' I thought as she came over and tied my
hands and feet firmly. Then she left the room for a few minutes
and as I laid there completely helpless I wondered what I had let
myself in for. Presently the door opened and she entered wearing
only a pair of long leather boots and a studded leather belt
round her waist and a satin love mask. Then I noticed she was carrying that beer bottle
and a glass. "Like a drink?", she said pouring a little into the
glass, IT WAS YELLOW!!. "If thats what I think it is, no thanks",
I replied. "Well we'll have to see whether you're a good boy,
wont we?", she said putting the bottle and glass on the coffee
table. She came over to me and sat on my stomach facing my feet.
"Call that a prick?", she said flicking it with her fingers.
"Give me a chance", I said, "I havent had a chance to get worked
up yet". "I've seen bigger matchsticks", she continued, waggling
it from side to side (Great sense of humour my wife, anyone who
didn't know me intimately would think I only had a small one).
Then Carole reached over and squeezed my balls so hard I cried
out. "If your prick isn't hard by the time I count to ten I'll
squeeze them even harder and wrap a ball spreader around them", she said in a harsh voice. As she
counted I closed my eyes and thought of Kim Wilde, she was naked
and just about to close her mouth around my cock. "5...6...7,
thats better", Carole said, "signs of life at last, but you'll
have to do better than that". Now Samantha Fox had joined Kim and
was just about squat over my face. "9...10", she continued,
"well, its not as hard as I would have liked, but it'll do".
Carole then reached under the sofa cushion and pulled out a roll
of thread, which she proceeded to wind round my cock 5 or 6
times, leaving about 14 inches hanging loose (the thread I mean,
not my cock). Turning to face me she said "Right, y

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"Punishment Deserved"

Tuesday, 3 June 2008 07:00 by Admin

It was a long time coming she has been a naughty whore just begging me
to teacher who who was in control. The day started like all others I
was running late for work after a long night of taking care of the
wife, so when i went down stairs to find the night before she had not
bothered to even set the coffee pot up then to find no lunch had been
packed other that just set the mood for the rest of the day.

Yes it was my fault for being so easy on her and she did enjoy to push
her limits but she was soon to find out enough was enough. I went
about my day knowing she would not be home tonight when i got there
that she was going to be out late working.

As soon as i got home i changed out of my work clothes and got to work
on her little surprise for tonight, not one she was going to enjoy
either. As i got out all my favorite toys i had to dig deep into the
storage truck for some reason she had stored those toys that she did
not like to the very bottom.

Taking out some very large anal plugs and two pairs of nipple bulbs,
blindfold and my never ending supply of leather handcuffs and some very
rough rope along with a few other items she hasn't had the pleasure of
yet ,i headed for the garage. I had be building a new toy but i wasn't
sure till that very moment i was going to show her it.

I got out the saw horses that i had covered with padding and black
leather, but had made a few changes and had it framed out so as to be
able to have her arms cuffed over head and a long board going out from
the bottom so to spread her legs either together or spread far apart.

After lining everything up i decide to wait in the living room and just
the light of the tv lite the room so when she came in i noticed she
also had stopped off for a few drinks which made my plan even better.
When she came into the room she said she was going to bed i told her to
come over and kiss me good night.

Heading towards me like it was an effort i decide to act, i grabbed her
and put her on the floor i had her arms handcuffed and the blindfold in
place before she even knew what was happening. when she began to wiggle
and protest i quickly shoved the ball gag into her mouth to silence
her, then bringing her to her knees i walked her to the garage.

I felt her hesitate not knowing what i was up to i informed her that the
day has come when she learns who is in charge. I quickly hooked her
arms to the rings above the horse and grabbed her leg and threw over
it. Her short skirt riding up her legs and it being a bonus she never
wore underpants, next i added the ankle cuffs but waited to attach
them, I started by ripping her shirt down and exposeing her 38D cup
breast her nipples already hard and waiting i walked away to get the
riding crop and whipper tickler.

The air was silent then she heard it, before she felt it land on her
right breast crying out threw the gag and wiggling all over trying to
escape i repeatedly flogged her exposed breast. I then went and got a
anal plug only about an inch thick and about 6 inches long i had lubed
it up and pulled on her arms so she had to stand on her toes, that is
when she felt the tip pressing against her ass, shaking her head
silently begging me not to i pushed her feet out slowly while letting
the slack out on her arms she slowly started to desend on to the plug.

Next i took the strap on vibrator and unisex harness 3000 that she hated to wear under her
clothes when ever i ask i buckled it around her waist and brought the
strap up between her ass cheeks which helped to keep the plug in place.
I then grabbed each leg and spread them far apart so she was snuggled
up to the leather covered horse. I went and sat down to admire my work
after about 15 minutes i could see her starting to relax a little i
grabbed the nipple bulbs i leaned over and licked her nipples till

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"Complete Control"

Tuesday, 3 June 2008 07:00 by Admin

It's late at night and we are in bed talking about our latest sexual
activities. It's early in our relationship and we are still discovering
each other's preferences.

We talk about how I like my nipples sucked. I tell him that I like
pretty severe sucking, to the point of using teeth to pull and nibble on
them, and use nipple suckers and that he is the first person who has ever been able to
understand how good it feels to have them stimulated so strongly. He
responds maybe that's because most men believe that would hurt instead
of please the woman, and I respond with, "Maybe that's true, but
sometimes pain can be a good thing." He mulls that over, and I can't
actually believe I just put it that bluntly, but we both kind of ignore
the significance of the statement and go on to other things.

We eventually get into another discussion where the "B" word finally
comes up, and we both admit to each other that we have fantasized about
bondage. We talk about experimenting, and the next couple of weeks are
filled with conversations and anticipation about our impending journey
into bondage. We decide that I am to be the submissive. I don't have
much in the way of dominant tendencies -- I have always been submissive
in my bondage fantasies. Even though he is interested in both the
dominant and submissive roles, I am clearly more the submissive.

We decide this will be the weekend for our bondage experiment. He goes
to work on Friday leaving me the whole day to wonder and worry about
what the evening will hold for me. I know he has acquired the toys and
torture tools he plans on using, and they must be around the house
somewhere by this time, but he has been adamant that he doesn't want me
knowing what his plans for me are, and I agree with his rationale. I've
been careful over the past few days not to look for the toys or even
come across them by mistake for fear of ruining his plans.

He has always been the gentlest and sweetest person to me, but while
talking about my submission to him and how he plans to dominate me, he
has actually begun to be quite the disciplinarian. He has already
promised me punishments for certain "transgressions" I've committed. His
promise to "mess with" my tits is particularly intriguing. I don't know
what he has in mind for the punishments, but while part of me is looking
forward to it, the other part of me is a bit fearful, and I want to
avoid adding reasons for punishment to his list.

Evening finally comes and we return from work, but he is in a bad mood
and has had a bad day. We have dinner, but he then tells me he's too
tired for our bondage games tonight and wants to go to bed. I cannot
believe he is saying that -- surely he must be joking. Is this more of
his mind domination, or is he really serious? Evidently he is serious
because he gets up and heads toward the bedroom, and I just want to cry.
I follow him into the bedroom, all the while trying to figure out what I
have done wrong to make him decide to forgo our bondage session.
Luckily, after about 10 minutes in bed, he tells me he's now ready to
test out tying me up. My heart begins to race again. I wonder if I will
be sorry for hoping he would change his mind.

He tells me to follow him to the living room, which I do. He then tells
me to strip. I stand in the corner of the room undressing and leave my
clothes on the floor beside me. Now I'm completely naked (in more ways
than one?). He has moved to the fireplace and is retrieving a toolbox
that was behind a chair there. He has opened up the toolbox and is
taking things out. I notice handcuffs, butt plugs, huge dildos and a ball gag. He tells me to come closer, which I do, and I attempt to smile at
him, but he is totally focused on this really long piece of rope that he
wants to use on me. He tells me to put my arms in the air and he starts
to wind the rope around my chest, underneath my tits.

As he winds the rope around and around, I can hear a "whish" as it moves
through the air, and he is tightly winding around my chest two or three

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"Be Careful What You Wish For"

Monday, 2 June 2008 07:00 by Admin

As they lay huddled together, their naked bodies glistening
with the sweat of the wild fuck they had just shared, he asked her.
She giggled at his request, not sure she could do what he asked,
what he desired, what he lusted for, without breaking up in
laughter. He pleaded quietly, insistently, and she could hear the
heat and lust in his voice. She bit her lip and looked at him, then
kissed him gently and said "Yes, I'll do it." And she felt her pussy
grow wet once more as she thought about controlling her husband,
making him her sexual slave, forcing his hungry mouth against her
swollen clit and between her firm asscheeks...making him serve
her like a sex machine. And she knew she would not laugh. She
knew she would love it.

* * * * * * *

Carl came to bed late just as he always did. Stefanie moved
slightly so she could see the clock: it was almost 4 am. He settled
quickly, and before long she heard his deep, even breaths. He was
asleep. And he was in for a big surprise when he awoke in the
morning!

Stefanie got out of bed and moved quietly, assembling the items
she had purchased in the last few days. She wasn't too worried
about making noise--when Carl slept, he slept like a dead man. He
would wake only if she literally shouted in his ear.

She quickly installed hooks on the head and base boards of the
queen size bed. Then she took the collection of magazines she had
bought and selected the hottest, steamiest images and taped them
to the walls all around where her husband lay sleeping. In the dim
light from the window she admired the lushly shaped bodies of the
naked women in the photographs...and she felt her pussy begin to
warm and grow wet as she admired the various leather
accoutrements they wore. Stefanie giggled at the thought of how
hard Carl's cock would grow when he saw these pictures!

She took a few other pictures and put them on the ceiling above
the bed. These were special. They were a collection of drawings
she had done of her husband...sketches based on the nasty
fantasies he had shared with her.

Her favorite was the drawing she had done of Carl naked and
on his hands and knees, a cock in his mouth and another in each
hand, and she herself wearing an Ultra Harness strap-on dildo and filling his ass.
Taking turns with the strap on and some X-10 anal beads She put it where she knew it would meet his eyes as soon as he
woke up in the morning.

She glanced at the clock. Almost five now. Well, she had to be
up in an hour, so she finished her preparations and went to the
kitchen for a cup of tea. Carl would stir about 7:30 when she was
ready to leave for work, seeking his morning goodbye kiss. Then
he'd roll over and go back to sleep, normally.

But not today. Today he'd grow hard and hot...and she would
leave him like that! All day, she knew, he would groan and think
of her; all day she would be wet and horny and lusting for him.
When she got home tonight there would be sexual fireworks for
sure!

* * * * *

"Honey, wake up," Stefanie whispered into his ear, gently
nibbling on it at the same time. "I have to go to work and I want
to show you something before I go."

Carl stretched and leaned up to kiss her. She met his lips and
kissed him deeply, even going so far as to open her lips and send
her tongue plunging steamily into his mouth.

His eyes shot open at that, and then he saw the pictures all over
the walls. Stefanie was delighted to see his naked body tense, and
his large cock immediately begin to swell! Then with a minimum
of fuss, she slipped a leather collar about his neck and attached it
with a leash to the hook she had installed in the headboard.

Carl started to protest, but Stefanie reached down and picked
up a pair of her dirty panties from the floor and stuffed them in
his mouth. "Sluts don't speak unless their mistresses tell them
they may," she said, and grinned lewdly.

A quick move to the foot of the bed and she pulled up the
straps she had attached to the hooks on the baseboard and
wrapped them around her husband's ankles, clicking the tiny
latches shut and immobilizing his legs.

Finally, she pulled the

White Girl

Monday, 2 June 2008 07:00 by Admin
They called her "breeder bitch", and "white whore", and made her
crawl at their feet.

What could be more exciting? Just out of high school, Darya, despite
beingstraight, gets involved in a kinky lesbian relationship with a
lovely Asian girl, then agrees to join her, her mother, and aunt on a
sailing trip to the Caribbean. Yet when she is discovered naked and
chained to the bed by the older women, they join her lover in
sexually using and abusing the lovely girl. Darya must remain naked,
and is subjected to degrading verbal abuse and painful punishments as
the three lesbians taunt and torment her.


“What if your mom comes!?” Darya panted, pulling at the straps,
raising her head as Selina slid backwards.

“The door is locked,” she said reassuringly.

She spread Darya’s legs to the corners of the bed and strapped them
tightly in place, as well, much more tightly than usual. Darya’s body
was tautly stretched out in four directions, her arms and legs
absolutely straight and unable to move even an inch.

She licked her way slowly up Darya’s inner thigh and began to tease
her bare, moist little sex. Before too long Darya forgot her
objections, gasping and moaning, writhing and pulling at the straps
holding her in place as Selina’s talented tongue made her clitoris
throb and burn with hunger and need.

She grinned and reached down, opening a drawer built into the bed,
and drew out a Adams 8" Pleasure Skin Cock and a Purple Jelly Anal Plug. Darya groaned in denial as she
first worked one deep into her rectum, then teased her clitoris with
the second before shoving it through her straining pussy lips and
jamming it down her sex to the hilt.

Then she resumed her careful licking, teasing the gasping, panting,
moaning girl, licking along her belly and inner thighs when she got
too aroused, intent on keeping her hot but not letting her climax.

“Lick meeee!” Darya groaned.

“Beg me, slut,” Selina teased.

“Please, please!” she moaned.

“Please mistress,’ Selina insisted.

“Please lick me, mistress!” Darya moaned.

Instead, Selina slid her soft, warm body up along Darya’s, licking at
her nipples and breasts, then sliding her own breasts over them as
she exchanged deep, passionate kisses with the panting blonde girl.

“You need to work on your begging,” she said with a smirk.

“Please, mistress!” Darya groaned.

Instead Selina straddled her shoulders, spreading her knees wide,
gripping Darya’s hair as she jammed her sex down against her mouth.
She rode her face harshly, ignoring the blonde girl’s gasps and
moans, twisting her fingers in her hair as she bounced and ground
herself against her.

She came, finally, crying out in pleasure, bouncing wildly atop the
blonde girl’s face as her hot juices slipped through her sex lips and
coated Darya’s face with a glistening layer of girl cream.

“Oh yeah!” she moaned, easing up at last, then falling backwards
along Darya’s body.

“You’re becoming a good little pussy licker,” she said, panting.

She threw her legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. “God it’s hot
in here. I need to get a drink and some air.”

She pulled on a short, satin robe and winked at Darya. “Don’t go
away.”

“Don’t you dare leave me like this!” Darya gasped.

Selina grinned and walked back, then pulled a gag from the drawer
beneath the bed and shoved it quickly into the blonde teenager’s
mouth.

It was a pump gag, and she smiled as she began to inflate it,
watching as Darya’s mouth was forced wider, her eyes going wide too
as the tough leather inside her oral cavity grew wider and forced her
jaws even further apart.

“Now don’t make any noise, dear,” she said. “We wouldn’t want to wake
up mother or Hiu-Ling.”

She left, and closed the door behind her. Darya lay still, moaning,
chest heaving, sweating in the warm air. Her body was still gripped
by pas

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The Single Mom: M/f, BDSM

Saturday, 31 May 2008 07:00 by Admin

A young single mother finds herself a prisoner to her cruel and
perverted date, and unable to make a fuss without waking her small
daughter.


He would leave now, Darcy thought weakly. He had pounded her like a
rag
doll, so that she ached all over, and she had come like a bitch in
heat. But he was finished. No one would find out, and she could try
again to think of how she was going to handle him.

Except he seemed in no great hurry to leave. He untied her ankles and
let them drop to the bed, much to the relief of her aching back, then
unstrapped her wrists as well. He had no need, after all, of keeping
her bound.

But then he produced a long, thin chain with a loop on one end, and
slipped the loop over her head. It was a choke chain, a dog’s choke
chain, and he pulled it tight as he backed away so that Darcy gasped
and choked and her fingers clawed at the thing around her throat even
as he forced her to jerk forward towards the edge of the bed.

"Come on, you dirty little fucking bitch dog," he said, dragging her
off the bed by the chain. "On your hands and knees like the dirty dog
slut you are."

She knew he was deliberately using such foul, abusive language to
degrade her. It succeeded, but something about it also turned her on.

She fought the chain with her hands, desperately trying to gulp in
air,
but he shoved her hands back, pinning them, tightening the chain even
more so that her eyes bulged, her head throbbed, and her chest
pounded.

"Obey me, whore," he said. "You can’t fight me. And you don’t want
to.
You’re a natural cunt whore, and you need to be told what to do. Now
get on your fucking hands and knees like I told you to and I’ll
loosen
the choke chain."

He released her wrists and jerked her forward by the hair, then back
again so that she cried out and her hands slapped against the floor
to
support her. The chain loosened and she gulped in deep, desperate,
ragged breaths of air as she knelt, quivering, on all fours.

That’s better," he said. "Learn to obey me, slut.

He backed up and tugged briefly on the chain.

Crawl, whore.

Dazedly she crawled, putting one hand forward, then the other,
lurching
forward as he took another step back, then another. She was getting
her
breath back now but was still dazed as he forced her to crawl across
the floor.

"Where’s the booze?" he demanded.

She looked up at him, blinking in confusion, and he held up what
looked
like a handful of leather laces, laces like the ones he’d used to tie
her wrists at work. He swept his hand down and they slashed across
her
buttocks with stinging pain so that she cried out and lurched
violently.

I asked you a question, cunt whore.

"I-in the living room!" she cried.

Let’s get me a drink.

He tugged on the choke chain and Darcy was forced to crawl after him,
across the carpet to the door and then, anxious in case Jasmine
wakened
and came out of her room, down the hall and into the living room.

She felt shamed and yet she felt little resentment or anger. It was
as
if he were some kind of force of nature, something to be accepted
without thought. And it felt bizarrely – exciting – to be crawling
along like a dog on a leash. He slashed the laces of the whipper tickler across her bottom
and
she gasped but kept her voice down, despite how they stung.

Faster, slut.

She crawled into the living room. She headed towards the cabinet
where
she kept the liquor but he stopped, and the choke chain closed tight
around her throat, making her gurgle and stop.

Again the laces whipped across her bottom and she let out a gasp of
pain.

Heel, slut.

He pulled on the chain, forcing her to scramble backwards next to
him.

That’s it. Remember your manners.

"Please, keep your voice down," she gasped.

That drew another slash from the laces, and again she gasped in pain.

How old is your daughter, slut?

"She’s four," she panted.

Another slash, this time across her back.

"Say sir, slut. Four, eh? So in another fourteen years I’ll be
fucking
her in the ass, too?"

He chuckled, then tugged on the leash. "Where’s the liquor, slut?"
She had to wait until he eased his pull on the choke chain to speak.

"I-it’s in that cabinet," she panted.

He walked to the cabinet and opened it, then examined the contents as
Darcy looked around anxiously. She had no idea how she would possibly
explain this if Darcy wakened and came out into the living room.
Worse,
she pictured the girl talking about it to Gary later, how she’d found
mommy naked, on hands and knees, being walked like a dog by a strange
naked man.

Strangely, she wasn’t afraid he would hurt Jasmine. She just didn’t
see

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"The Chaining"

Tuesday, 27 May 2008 07:00 by Admin


I was lead into a room with a small stage in the center of it, over
which hung a system of chains and pullies. My stomach muscles tightened
with trepidation at what those chains were used for. With every new
master there was always the fear that this one would be too sadistic
for me, that the pain would be too much for me to bear. That was the
excitement of changing masters so often. I never got close enough to
them to know what they were capable of. I had only had one master who
had made me cry stop, but he had enjoyed hearing my screams and had
continued until I was broken and bleeding. It had taken me several
months to recover physically, and several more before I was prepared
mentally to put my complete trust in a master again. Knowing what could
happen seemed to have added another layer to the excite- ment of being
a submissive.

The stage was surrounded by chairs, and my heart beat sped up at the
thought of many eyes watching me as I was humiliated and made to obey
my master's commands. Janette led me to the stage and my master entered
behind us. He turned me around and stood back to look at my outfit.

"Very well done, girls. I am pleased that she has been primed by you the
way I instructed." His voice made my still hard nipples tingle, and the
ever-present ache in them from the tight caps increased. I shifted
slightly and felt my ass muscles tighten around the Stud 100 dildo. I could feel
my juices begin to gather inside me.

Janette and Kelly both assured him that I was prepared properly, then
meekly left the room. My master walked around me, his eyes caressing my
taut, eager body which had begun to tremble with anticipation.

"Spread your legs, slave. I want you to use your fingers to expose your
clit to me. I want to see how well prepared you are."He stopped in
front of me and waited as I spread my feet apart and pulled my labia
away from my engorged clitoris. He squatted down in front of me until
his face was level with my pussy.

"Ah, I see my sluts did their job well. Did you enjoy your bath,
bitch?"He did not look up as he spoke, but kept his eyes on my cunt
which had begun to seep as I touched myself in front of him.

"Yes, sir. I enjoyed it very much." I offered breathlessly.

"Good, little 1. I will play the video for my friends later. I think
they will enjoy the show. Now, let me help you up to your stage. I
think it is time to get you ready for the entertainment I have planned
for us tonite." With that he put his hand under my ass and inserted his
fingers into my pussy. His other hand went to my breast and grabbed it,
careful not to touch the tight nipple cap. He squeezed my breast and
cunt tight as he lifted me up to the stage, but did not let go once I
was up there. He continued to move his hand in my pussy, letting the
juices cover him, then brought his other hand down to rest on the front
of me. One finger began to play with my erect little clit, and I moaned
as he made it swell even larger around the ring. I closed my eyes and
pictured him behind me, staring at the Stud 100 dildo sticking out of my ass,
and couldn't help moving myself on his hands.

Immediately his hands left my body and I groaned in disappointment.

"I never gave you permission to move, slut. You are not a very obedient
slave, are you little 1?" He drawled lazily.

"No sir, I'm sorry. I could not help myself. I promise I will do better
next time." I felt tears gather in my eyes at the thought of
disappointing him. He came around in front of me and stared at the
drops on my cheeks.

"Well, I guess you just need to be trained a little better, little 1.
But first you must be punished for your behavior." I watched him walk
across the room and pick something out of a box. He returned and I saw
that he had a long Whipper Tickler in his hand. I began to tremble as I
looked in his eyes and saw how cold and dispassionate they were. He
would not spare me, nor would he feel remorse when it was over.

"Look at your cunt, little 1, and remember that it belongs to me now." I
felt the whip slash across my ass, but did n

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"Making A Master"

Monday, 26 May 2008 07:00 by Admin


This is a true story, but though I was involved, I was not one of the primary participants. Most of the sex scenes I was not involved in directly, but given my relationship with both of them, maybe I "saw" clearer than either of them. Tina and Frank were neighbors of mine back when I had an apartment in Poughkeepsie, NewYork. Our relationship became from wary to friendly over the course of two years. Tina was glad to have someone to talk do during the days (she didn't work, but most of her friends did), and Frank was happy to have someone to go out and have a beer with at a local Moose Lodge. One night a week, on Thursday's, we always got together for cards, otherwise I usually met them separately during the week. Normally this is a formula for trouble. Its okay for a "couple" to have "single" friends, but when you become friends with each of the partners separately, you are begging to be pulled into their relationship. Its not the first time I made that mistake, and I'm sure it will not be the last time, but it is always easier to see these problems with hind-sight than "real time." The first signs of a problem came from Frank: "I'm not sure what she wants from me, I work hard all day and she is always after me for something. Last night was the worst. Here it was, time for the game, and Tina just couldn't keep here hands of me. I told her we would have sex later, but when I came to bed after the game, she was asleep." Now, Tina was hot, no question, short, blue eyes, red hair and who constantly wore tight fitting, clothes that got a mans mind in the gutter. Though I can't speak for anyone but me, all I knew was that one swing of those hips in my direction would mean I wouldn't of even wasted the time it took to hit the record button on the VCR. However, I may be a tad bit oversexed, so I decided to play sympathetic instead of wacking Frank up side the head. Tina's version was even worse. "I spent the day getting ready for a dinner and some, ummm, romance afterwards. When he gets home, he just plops down on the couch and watches the stupid game. The worst of it is, when finally comes to bed he expects me to have sex." Sigh. I'm was sure that all couples have this sort of problem from time to time, so I figured it would all blow over. Well, I was wrong. From Franks side, everything was okay, but from Tina's side, she was getting frustrated (pardon the pun). She started looking into things to spice their sex life up a bit, and that is where the whole sordid mess began. One time when Tina was over at apartment, she glimpsed in my bedroom (which is usually closed and locked), and saw some "play" items. Since she saw things similar to things in an "Adult" (and I use the term loosely) catalog, she decided to ask me questions. That afternoon and the next day I showed her some stuff, both in and out of her catalog, how it was used, etc. She learned about headgear, gags, restraints, cock rings, nipple clamps (she like the idea of these), pussy clamps, a variety of paddles and whips. I also showed her certain crèmes and spices that would give an interesting feeling Rush and Intensifying Gel(and would literally heat things up). I gave suggestions, advice tips and tricks. Now, there is only so far you get with both people clothed; so much of her experience was in "theory" only. I would have been more than happy to give her demonstrations of my entire collection, but though I could talk, I didn't touch. I respected (and hated) that restriction, but that is what friendship is all about. When it came apparent that she felt she wanted to be a Sub to Frank's Dom, however, I had an objection. Frank was a basic guy. Though not (usually) inconsiderate, his idea of a great night was a beer and a BJ. The concept that Tina may find sex more than a duty hadn't quite sunk into his head yet. I tried to stress communication and taking it slow, and Tina agreed to it all. Of course what she agreed to was that she heard me, not that she was going to pay any attention to what I said. Sigh. For about a week, I didn't hear from Tina except for asking specific questions. Now, maybe I was being dense, I was hoping that talking about these items was just making her hot, since it did me. From y conversations with Frank, he certainly didn't have any ideas of what was

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"Amy's B&D Adventures"

Tuesday, 20 May 2008 07:00 by Admin

Let me tell you a little bit about me. When my great adventure began, I was
young (age 25) and not very experienced. Oh, I had sex any number of times,
in
a number of different ways, but I never felt the wild excitement in actually
doing those things that I imagined in advance. I had a million different,
very
kinky fantasies, things that I really wanted to do but was afraid to try,
even
if I had the opportunity to try) which I really didn't have. Mostly, my
fantasies involved me as a sort of slave girl, captured by some strong
individual. Some days, I imagined my master to be a male and sometimes a
female, with special events for each one. What I thought I really wanted was
a
strong master or mistress, one who also had wild sexual fantasies, and who
would take charge of me and would then act out those fantasies, obviously
with
me playing out the part of slave girl, used by master (or maybe better yet,
mistress) in strange and delicious ways, hopefully with an audience watching
and most delicious of all, whether I liked it or not. I wanted strange and
sexy
things to happen and not have any say as to the agenda, to be used, perhaps
even to be a little bit abused.

My figure is good, that is, I think it is good, and maybe you will agree
(that
is, you will if you like full bodied girls with large, shapely titties). I
am
tall, about 5'7", with a nice, full shapely bust, good legs, and a delicious
round bottom. I love being nude, and enjoy other people seeing me nude. I
have
even posed nude for a guy, just for fun, very naughty, very sexy pictures,
like
me masturbating for him, with a large rubber dildo or for example, his
favorite
shot, me urinating for him, the stream shooting out like a waterfall. I did
find that very exciting (though, I would just die if those pictures ever got
out) and no, I won't show YOU the pictures, either. I also posed nude once
for
a very, very sexy amateur lady photographer, but that is a completely
different
story that I do not intend to tell you today. All I will say about that is
that
she was dressed when she took the first pictures of me, she was nude when
she
took the last pictures of me, and the very best pictures would have been
taken
a while later, but by then, frankly, she was too busy to think about taking
pictures. She had her mind on something else (and her tongue into something
else, too).

I love reading about kinky sex. Sometimes, I go to the porno shops, to look
at
the fascinating things they write about, and to look at the exciting array
of
rubber dildos and  butt plugs and cyberskin cocks accessories that they sell. I even bought a couple of
those
things) strictly as a scientific experiment, you understand. I know a nice
shop
in Miami that sells remarkable stuff and I have purchased four different
dildos
and a couple of rubber butt pluggers. I adore playing with these toys, and
had
a secret fantasy about somebody else putting them into me (instead of me
doing
it myself). If it was a super-sexy guy who did it, and if he started me out
with a nice, bare bottomed spanking, that would be just great. And if it was
a
marvelous, beautiful, dominant super sexy lady who did it to me, that would
be
the greatest!!!

In one of the shops, I found a magazine, a Swingers Journal that seemed
interesting. It had just fascinating pictures, especially in the B&D area
that
was my particular excitement at the time. The ads seemed like fun. One of
these
showed a guy whose area of interest was in spankings, enemas, and Greek
things
about which I had many secret thoughts but not much real experience. I
decided
that I would answer this particular ad, not intending ever to meet this guy,
but rather, just to hear what he had to say.

A week or so later, I got a letter from him, with a nude picture. His name
was
Tom. He was a divorcee. He was about 35, well built, well hung, too. And he
was
holding a leather paddle in his hand and hanging from the ceiling next to
him
was a large enema bag, a long rubber hose attached to it, and connected to
the
end of that, a black rubber looking device that got inserted into the
recipient
of this enema, and really did the work. It looked like a huge, erect, black
penis. Believe me, it was an impressive picture.

His lett

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