The Submissive
The understanding came, like a black dove over smoky waters. I'd known I was a submissive and that to pursue that would doubtless entail enduring some pain; but I had never dreamed I could enjoy it. To relish and desire it. Not until that day. Not until She had finished. I could do little more than hang by my fetters, savoring the strong, pulsing burn deep inside my violated body. I knew it was pain; that it should FEEL like pain, but it didn't. It felt good. Pain was what was happening to my cock and balls. Pain was the feeling that they would turn black and drop off. Pain was the feeling that it would be a relief if they did. The torment there in some way helped throw the voluptuous glee I now took from my stretched and battered rectum into sharp relief. They defined one another; almost needed each other to exist. Mistress Kathleen must have noticed the drugged-out look of rapture in my eyes, for She became extremely concerned and quickly tore the penis gag away. "kevin? Are you all right?" "Yes Mistress," I replied, my voice soft and dreamy. I don't think She was convinced, for She began to hastily extract me from my various bondage devices, but when She got to the "jockstrap" I cried out in protest. "Please Mistress, no!" She pulled away, astonished. So, I explained the way my body felt at that moment, and how I desperately wanted it to linger as long as possible. my words then weren't nearly as polished as they are now, but She eventually understood. And She was very pleased at this, too. Much to my great disappointment, however, She still refused to remove the shoes. As She led me across the room, She commented on my tottering gait. "We simply must teach you how to walk in those one of these days." She sighed. "But you're just so cute like this. Like a little newborn foal trying to stand for the first time." She smiled at me wickedly. "And maybe someday my sweet little foal will grow up and become a nice, strong pony for his Mistress. Wouldn't that be nice, foalboy? "Yes Mistress." Continue.. |
Shackled
God it was hot out! Danny was sweltering as he made his final delivery for Elmo’s Finer Foods, the bags of groceries getting heavier and heavier as the day had worn on, until finally he was down to the last stop. It was a large stately home at the far end of Main St. almost out of town. The name on the bags said “Deb Ryan”. They must be new in town because Danny was at least acquainted with just about everyone who lived in Eldon. As he rang the door he again thought about how warm and thirsty he was. The door opened and a very tall dark haired lady of about 45 asked his to come in. She was a striking woman with long hair, long slim legs, and a very big chest! Danny caught himself staring at her as he moved into the living room and headed to the kitchen. “Thirsty,” she asked? “And how,” he answered!!! With that she gave him a tall glass of cold lemonade and motioned for his to follow her into the den. As he settled into the easy chair at the far end of the room, Deb Ryan sat down on the ottoman in front of him giving him a good look down the front of her cleavage! Danny felt his dick begin to harden as Mrs. Ryan rubbed his leg asking him about his work, where he lived, etc. He was almost hypnotized as she looked into his eyes and she continued rubbing his leg. His head began to ring and his words seemed to slur as they continued to talk. Danny had no clue that his drink had been spiked with a drug designed to make his totally subservient and submissive. As his head was spinning, he felt someone pulling him to his feet and leading him down the stairs to a room lighted by candles. Along the walls he could barely make out chains, stocks, and other devices used in bondage games. He stumbled and fell to the floor but couldn’t find the coordination to stand up. He heard voices in the background but couldn’t make them out. Again he felt hands pulling him to his feet and struggled in vain to keep them from removing all of his clothing. Quickly his wrists were bound and pulled over his head and attached to the ceiling, while his legs were pulled apart and shackled to the floor with ankle restraints. Now completely immobilized, he was powerless to prevent his captors from doing anything they wanted with him Continue.. |
Orgasm Machine
Finally the end of a very long day, much longer than normal. I stare at the phone, wanting to call you, to hear the sound of your voice, I know that there is no way that you can answer that phone call even if you wanted to. By now, my grand experiment, the afternoon of teasing and sweet torment for you and our evening of play as Master and sub, would already have begun. As I look at the clock on my desk, a grin starts to grow on my face. By now, you are probably ready and waiting for me. I remember how it began. We had just finished one of our evening sessions of bondage, teasing, torment, and, yes, satisfaction. I had fallen asleep, when I awoke, you were still snuggled in my arms. As I slowly opened my eyes and looked down, I saw you, looking back up at me. Those eyes of yours, now wide open, were speaking to me when nothing else could. Your tender lips were still wrapped around that white ballgag, the rubber ball, deep inside your mouth, held in place by the white leather strap fastened at the nape of your neck. The only sound coming from behind that ball is the soft sound of moaning. I love that sound, it says so much more than a dictionary of words could ever say. Feeling your firm breasts pressing against me, I remember, with a chuckle, that there is nothing else that you can do. Your arms are still tied tightly, your wrists bound palm to palm and your elbows tied, touching. The effect of tying your elbows, making you thrust those tender breasts forward, has always excited me. And it always will. At least I had remembered, before our playtime, to untie your ankles. I had to, the way you were tied when I came into the room, your ankles tied to your thighs in a lotus position, and your body, your head, bent forward, I had two choices. One was to rest you on your back, with your legs lifted into the air, and to take you that way. The other choice, the one I preferred and the one I picked, was to untie the rope around your ankles, slowly and gently remove that pesky little vibrator that had been doing its work between your legs, and to take your body and your mind to new heights. Continue.. |
