Cbt

“I am here to punish you and break your spirit, Making you feel just like the animal I know you are..” I press my boot into your back, shoving you into the dirt “I’m here to make you pant, Can you do that for me boy? Can you pant for me?” You don’t answer and I lean over to pull your head up by your hair.. “Did you hear me?” You nod and look down, I twist your hair between my fingers “Pant for me, Doggie.” I twist your hair until you pant loudly, just like a thirsty dog would do - I pet your head lightly “Good boy, Want a treat?” I giggle and stand up, I push you back down into the cold ground “Lick the dirt” I command, you protest “Lick. the. dirt” I press my boot harder into the small of your back until it starts hurting. You run your tongue over the dirty ground… I crouch down to watch you do it.. My hand resting on your head “Don’t rush it, I want to see you take your time.” You lick more slowly and I laugh evilly “I should have made that mud” I smile and pull you up by your hair, “Come on, Slave. I’m going to teach you how to behave when you’re with me.” ...

To say that Lara was a tease would be an understatement. She had given Eric every sign of availability right from the beginning and he had responded with his usual speed and vigor, but she had danced away. It had all been repeated several times over the past two years as he became more and more deeply attracted to her. He had been away for more than a month, with no explanation, and now he had come to work in a very unusual outfit. It started with a heavy, highly-polished steel collar, closely contoured to his neck and extending nearly its full length, closed with a padlock and inscribed in large letters, “Slaveric,” and, “Property of Mistress Demona.” And on his sleeveless, form-fitting black shirt large silver letters invited, “Ask me about slavery.” He could not have removed the shirt, if he had been tempted, because its turtleneck ran up under the locked collar. His outfit was completed by black leather shorts whose belt was padlocked and heavy black boots whose buckles were secured by small padlocks. It was something he would never, ever have worn if he had a choice, but of course that was the point. ...

Chapter 1: Foot Cleaner Fred set up his laptop on his bed with his hand over his dick, preparing for a long night of masturbation. The 22-year old college senior had pretty much given up on ever scoring any girls for himself due to a total lack of confidence, and was at this point just happy to have a house alone off campus where he could enjoy his prolonged masturbation sessions in peace. ...

Author's Note: my first story i hope you like it i remember nothing as i wake up, dizzy, and naked, tied to a bed extremely tight. i can barely move, and my jaw hurts terribly as i realize theres a massive ball-gag on my and i feel cold on my cock as i realize, even though i cant see it, there’s a chastity device on my cock. “enjoying yourself slave?” ...

Author's Note: May be continued at some point. Part 1 Kendra was a member of the Alpha Delta Pi sorority. She had traveled from her own University of Georgia in Athens to Clemson University in South Carolina (a distance of only about 80 miles) this weekend for a very specific reason. Melissa, a sorority sister from Clemson’s ADPi chapter, had recently found out that her boyfriend, Kyle, was rampantly cheating on her and she had contacted Kendra to get revenge; revenge that would not be traced back to Melissa herself. Kendra had done this kind of thing before. In fact, she was secretly known within the sorority’s community as the one who knew how to get things like this done. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story. While it is just my imagination working overtime, I would gladly welcome it happening to me for real! Please comment and let me know if you like it. Thank you. Chapter 1 I gotta hurry up. I gotta hurry up. I gotta hurry up. I don’t want to be late! There’s no way in this world that I want to be late! I CAN’T be late! I just CAN’T. BE. LATE! ...

Chapter 1 John awoke to the sound of his alarm clock, it was a sound he was all to familiar with. The new year had just started and John was less than enthusiastic as he got up to get dressed. Despite being in his second year of college John’s social life left a lot to be desired. John came from a poor background was poor and to afford college he had joined the Army for the education benefits which, the age and maturity difference made it hard to connect to his classmates and left him as a bit of a loner. Despite this he had a felling this year would be different, however as he set out on his mundane walk to class that optimistic feeling began to fade. ...

Author's Note: Summary: A young man leaves home in search of an exciting new life in full bdsm style. Of course he gets more then he expected, all along the lines of ‘be careful what you wish for’. The story is in solid fantasy realm; do not try this at home! Things in here go well beyond what would be humanly possible. See my personal information for more on this Fantasy’ thing v.s. reality… ...

Author's Note: More to come :) Part 1 The previous night one of my friends storm had come round, we watched a few movies and eventually fell asleep, nothing happenened but we had a good time. In the morning a parcel of mine came and storm was still here. I wasnt sure what it was so i bought it upstairs to where storm was still asleep. When she woke a few minutes later, i had completely forgot about the package as i had started watching tv, she noticed it and asked what was in it, i told her i didnt know and chucked it to her to open. As i continued to watch tv she started opening the box. ...

Author's Note: My first story your feed back is encouraged!! If positive feed back, I will continue the story. Update (06/17/11): Second installment in the story, I will continue with positive feedback Part 1 The sub woke up one morning tied to an exam table. The sub wondered how it had come to be in this predicament, but knew it ultimately was not his to question. After all, it had been in the service of the madam for some time and the sub did not possess any free will to question her judgment as to what the sub was due. ...