Extreme

Author’s note: This story may be continued. If you would like to see more post a comment saying so, and don’t forget to rate! Capture He had with him only the essentials. There would be more time for fun once they reached Mexico. Duct tape, rope, four gags, a few odd toys, including four rabbit vibes that were 10 inches in length and 2 inches in diameter complete with 36 hour batteries. With that, he had all he needed for the drive down. The four girls, he knew, were on a road trip from California to Mexico. Little did they know they’d be getting across the border sooner than they’d thought. The foursome should all be knocked out by now, assuming they drank the spiked champagne he’d had delivered to the hotel under the name of Carmen’s boyfriend. ...

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at posting a story so any constructive suggestions are welcomed. It’s about a fantasy of mine. Names have been changed to protect the guilty! _Update (2013/05/19):* Sorry for the long delay between updates. Please let me know what you think of the story by either leaving a comment or sending me an e-mail. Gabriella* Chapter 1 My field of view was dominated by a cock. It was a quite magnificent one, of a size that would fill me to my limit. I’d been in a bit of dry spell in terms of lovers and hadn’t seen a real penis in ages. The skin on the head was stretched tightly at the end of an erection. Veins stood out along the pink skin of the shaft. The whole penis wavered slightly in front of my face as if probing for my mouth. I wanted to reach up, wrap my hand around the thick rod and stroke it gently while guiding it into my parted lips. But thick coils of tightly tied ropes pinioning my arms securely behind my back prevented this. The bindings had been put there by Ingrid, my room mate from university days. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story so feel free to comment on what can be improved Rose was a 18 year old girl with light brown hair living in New York With her mother and her sister. Rose was 5,1 feet tall and had a relatively slender build. The summer break had just started so she thought this would be a good day to lounge about in her night dress and watch TV while her mother and sister are out shopping for the day. ...

Author's Note: A slave who’s been corresponding with an online Master gives him his address finally in haste…and now he’s ready to begin his new life. Chapter 1 As Matt slowly came too, his senses were overloaded with a barrage of information. As he tried to move his arms and his legs, he was immediately aware that he was tightly bound, and could barely move a muscle. Even the tiny movements he was able to achieve sent waves of pain through his body. He had no memory or recollection as to why his body should be hurting so badly or how it came to be tied in its present position. He took inventory of his situation. His body was covered from head to toe in what he knew immediately to be thick rubber. He had felt the smooth constant pressure against his bare skin before. He usually loved that slick feeling of the rubber against his skin as he slowly began to perspire, but his time, the enormity of his situation caused his heart and lungs to stop momentarily in fear. He was laying prone on a hard surface. He could feel his legs spread out wide, and as he tried to move them, he could feel a series of straps holding him tightly down. The pressure of the straps was obvious on his ankles, below and above his knees, and across his thighs. Something even held his feet rigid, as he tried to twist his ankles to move his feet back and forth. He let out a soft moan in response to the realization that he had lost the use of his legs. The exploration cost him pain, as his muscles broadcast sharp jabs with each effort. He had no idea how long he had been bound in this position, or what happened to his body before he was tied. As his attention moved up his body, he felt an enormous pressure against his cock and balls. It was as if they were being stretched away from his body, and crushed at the same time…..he tried to make sense of the sensations, and could only guess that there was some sort of cock ring around his balls and dick, stretching them away from his body. He could also feel again the smoothness of the slick rubber that was encasing him completely, and crushing his balls and cock between it and the ring. To his horror, he felt his cock start to thicken, now that he was concentrating on it. How the fuck could he be getting aroused now….in this place…. And just as quickly he knew the answer, and his cock became fully erect, despite the pain. Another moan escaped his throat, his heart beat quickened, and he felt that old familiar burning in the pit of his stomach. He went on; feeling what must be a wide thick strap going across his waist. It felt thicker than the others, and tighter. Try as he did, he could not pick his ass up off the surface, or twist much more than a fraction of an inch from side to side. But with the effort, he felt a strange sensation inside of his ass… something was stretching his ass hole open and he could feel the long smooth shaft of it penetrating inside of him. He tightened his sphincter around the cylinder in pain. The action pulled the shaft further inside of him, and for the third time he let out an audible moan as he fucked himself with whatever was in his ass. He immediately relaxed his sphincter, but the burning sensation in his ass continued despite of it. He lay there in conflict, wanting…and needing to pull his asshole closed, but knowing it was impossible with whatever was in there, and that the mere effort would cause him to fuck himself again. He lay there, concentrating on his ass….forcing the muscles to relax, allowing his ass hole to remain stretched open. The effort was monumental, and soon he felt his skin getting slick with perspiration against the encasing rubber. Eventually, he was able to leave his ass hole relaxed enough for him to spare his concentration on the rest of his body. Again, he felt the smooth slick rubber encasing his stomach. Normally he loved that feeling, how he thought it flattered his physique by showing off his abs, but now all he felt inside of him was the cold fear. He felt the next strap across his chest, just below his Pecs. It was tight; each breath that he took made his body strain against the strap. He felt the minute friction of the strap against the top of the rubber suit. The rhythm of his breathing brought a new sensation to his attention. His tits, he could feel the bare skin of them rubbing against the rubber. There was a slight burning sensation with each breath, as if the skin on his nipples had been rubbed raw over time. ...

Author's Note: Just a little fantasy of my own… Part 1 - Running Free My morning chore today was to clean the bathroom, which I don’t think has ever been cleaned before today. It was taking me forever to finish scrubbing the stains off the floor. Yet, I managed to turn the toilet white again, scrubbed the soap residue from the tub walls, and removed the hair out of the sink. That’s when it happened. While standing at the sink, I saw my face in the mirror. I have not seen my reflection in so long, and I was in shock of how sickly I looked. My hair was so thin, probably from all the pulling and yanking. I must have lost over 40 pounds, and my skin was so pale and flushed. I was in shock because this is not the face that I remember. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story. Hopefully you’ll find it enjoyable. I’d welcome any constructive feedback. The First Day For the hundredth time in the last hours, Samantha wondered if she’d made a huge mistake. As she stared through the thick bars of the cage in which she sat, the enormity of her choice was dawning on her. Fifty days, that’s what she’d signed up for, but now that only a few hours had passed, that time seemed like an eternity. ...

Satine was the most desired, most well compensated professional dominatrix in all of New York City. This was for a very good reason, as she was close to six feet tall, with long, straight fire red hair, massive, firm and natural tits, and a serious sadistic streak that she loved using on wealthy perverts. Bob Eastwick was a wealthy pervert, except his tastes ran towards dominating women, not being dominated by them. He had noticed Satine over a year before, and had worked constantly over that time to find out everything about her. He knew that she genuinely hated men, that she worked in an upscale brothel located in a Soho, that she was fabulously wealthy with her lifestyle, and most importantly that she lived out on Long Island, in a large, ocean front house, with an assortment of women coming and going in her life. That discovery of her house, and also of her real name, (The not nearly as exotic Jennifer Monroe) allowed Eastwick to plot his obsession. To kidnap and take Satine and keep her as a bondage sex slave for as long as she remained beautiful. ...

Author's Note: Continuation of a switch relationship during scene play. Sorry this is longer than I normally like but could not leave anything else out. Thank you for reading and hope you all enjoy. I currently have no desire for further scene play but I think that will pass in time. I read all comments. Full story (added: ) Category: N/A Codes: F-m, Consensual, Non-Consensual, Bondage, Extreme, Suspension, Analplay, Violent, Tricked, Crossdressing. ...

Author's Note: This story is seen through the eyes of and explores the mind of a young woman who disolutioned goes looking for something different in her life. She quickly finds a lot more than she had bargained expected or for which she was prepared. Chapter 1 [How is Starts] She was only 23, she was reasonably attractive, some people said more than reasonably, she was a collage graduate and her life sucked. Yes, it officially sucked. It wasn’t that it was filled with disasters, she wasn’t’ about to spend the rest of her life in prison, she did not have a fatal disease that would kill her in the next six months, she wasn’t pregnant. That was just it, she just wasn’t! ...

Author's Note: big fan of white slavery theme,pantyhose and curvy voluptious mature black and latino women Chapter 1 Debra long was a white slaver. She made most of her sales by utilizing the door to door saleswomen tactic posing as a pantyhose and lingerie sales women and when things were slow she put an ad in the paper for pantyhose models. What follows are two examples of her chronicles in the world where women are treated as commodities. ...