Pegging

Author's Note: I hope I have improved as a writer, as this is my third bondage story. Of course I welcome all comments, both positive and negative, so that I can judge my writing as others may see it. The Intro Lori is Josh’s bondage toy/pain slut girl friend. He introduced her to gentle bondage shortly after they met, and she ended up taking to bondage like a fish to water. The tighter, the better. Also, she has found that discomfort, even pain to an extent, juice up her orgasms to an incredible degree. ...

Author's Note: Kinda pathetic, I know, the muse left… These last few days all I could think about was Miss De Sade, my devilishly sexy English teacher. She was so fine, for a twenty eight year old, and I spent more time staring at her in class than concentrating on the actual work. I couldn’t help it. She was so fit that all I could dream about was fucking her right on her own desk, and maybe having her jerk me off or give me a blowjob. Whenever I wanked myself off I imagine it was her hand, not mine, doing the jerking. ...

Author's Note: This is the first story I have submitted. I have been a rather harsh critic in the comments a few times, so it only seemed fair that I expose myself a little as well. As for the story itself, it’s a bit pedestrian - no human trafficking, no secret society, no sci-fi equipment - just a boy in his own head having an experience of sexual discovery. Since I was already indulging in fantasies, I gave him an implausibly cute little ending as well. Please enjoy! ...

Author's Note: This is a very long one. It is the continued adventures of an unnamed slave/bottom from the previous stories. Like the others, this story can stand alone. Comments, suggestions for future experiences and the like are welcomed and encouraged. DISCOVERED You would think that with the incredible BDSM relationship I have with Domina that I would not be interested in what is available on the Internet. The problem I have run into is ever since we started this great relationship I am constantly hungry for the next best thing. Everything we have done so far has certainly been mind blowing wonderful, but there continues to be a part of me that is yearning for something different. ...

Author's Note: Soldiers of an army defeated by the Empire are taken to the Capital City, stripped, paraded for public display and taken to the Royal dungeons and torture chambers to receive the torments of the Empire. The battle was over. The empire had won a decisive victory. The defeated army had surrendered. Several thousand prisoners had been taken. Most would be auctioned off as slaves in the empires markets. They were the lucky ones. Three hundred of the strongest, fittest, most handsome were transported to the capital. There awaited them a truly frightening fate. The captives, 300 men were gathered outside the city gates. They were met there by the queens imperial guards. A group of women known for their cruelty and sadism, especially for prisoners of the empire. The captives were to be paraded through the streets of the capital, to show the people another victory for their empire while the people cheered and mocked captive army. The queen would lead the procession at its head, behind her, in chains would walk the dejected terrified humiliated prisoners to their fate and beside them marched the imperial guards, enjoying and reveling in the spectacle and adding to the prisoners sufferings along the way. Each man in the group had been taken and was forcibly stripped bare and naked by female guards until not a captive wore a stitch of clothing. The men had their genitals fully exposed and then pawed, groped, slapped, spanked and humiliatingly played and toyed with by their female guards. Some were ordered to play with themselves off, others to jerk each other off. Some captives were forced to fuck one another’s asses, or suck another man’s cock, all for the sexual appetite of the imperial guards. It was terrifying. Men wept and sobbed. Others shook with fear and still others peed where they stood. It was only a taste of what would follow for these unfortunates. ...

Author's Note: Mistress Racheal spends a week as slave Part 1 It was a lovely summer day at the end of June and Racheal went to her office after enjoying her hot breakfast. She turned on her computer and checked her emails. She shook with fear as she saw an email from Mark. Mark was her Master and had also trained her as a Dominatrix. As she opened the email she saw the invite for her to spend the next week at his home. She knew this was really a command for her to spend a week as his slave, which she had agreed to spend each year, when he requested it. Racheal smiled as she remembered how much she enjoyed being his slave and making love with his lovely wife Cheryl. ...

Author's Note: A man re-pays a financial debt to a sadistic lesbian woman and her female slaves I live on a very large and secluded estate in Costa Rica, though I can’t say that my life is easy, or that I’m sitting in the sun sipping a tall cool drink. Quite the opposite actually. I had run afoul of the IRS and was $200,000 in tax debt. I was facing heavy fines and probable jail time which I was not prepared to serve. The only choice I felt I had was to call and ask a very wealthy acquaintance named Danielle, living in Costa Rica for help. I explained my situation to her and reluctantly asked her if she would be willing to help me and that I’d do anything I could to repay her over time. To my utter astonishment she agreed. Danielle told me that she would pay my entire IRS debt and fly me to Costa Rica the following week provided I agree to only one condition of repayment. Desperate, I told her over the phone that I’d live up to the repayment terms and thanked her profusely for her generosity. As agreed, the following Friday, there was a ticket in my name at the Costa Rican airline counter at LAX, and within 8 hours, I was standing at the gates of Danielle’s enormous estate on the Costa Rican coast. ...

Author's Note: Safe, sane, consensual. There is an illustrated version of this story as well…all pictures obtained via search engines. Part 1 “Arrrrrgh!!!” Meredith screamed in frustration, as she closed her front door. Gladly she kicked off her short heeled pumps into her front closet then, with a full head of steam, she stomped into the kitchen. Her husband, Todd, was there opening a cold beer when she thundered in. “A bad day?” he asked his still annoyed wife. “Hell yes, it was! That friggin’ boss of my section said that my numbers were ‘wrong’.” “He said that I ‘apparently’ wasted over 40 ‘man’ hours of the company’s time” she said. “That sunofabitch said that in front of my whole section…that I’m the supervisor of! How am I going to maintain any authority in the eyes of my employees?!?” she practically shouted, as the frustrations flowed out. She stomped over to where Todd held the opened beer, grabbed it from him unexpectedly, and up-ended the bottle, taking a healthy swallow. Todd liked that about his wife, that she could be every bit the lady, but, that she did away with the pretense of “lady-like” if she was pissed…like now. She had seemed very demure, almost bashful, in college when they met. But he had sensed something more about her, which had attracted him. ...

Author's Note: If only Romeo could go back in time to warn himself… This is a complete story. Call it arrogance. Call it feeling invincible. Call it just plain stupidity. Let me start from the beginning. I was a pretty lucky guy. I made an app that immediately went to #2 on all the app sales charts and I sold it to a large company for 3 million dollars when I was only 21. I was smart, I was a risk-taker and I was really lucky. I started a new company at 22 and sold it at 24 for 15 million dollars. Then, I started a new company that was thriving when it happened. ...

Author's Note: This is the fantasy I have been having recently. Hope you enjoy. I would welcome any feedback, and let me know if you are interested in hearing more about these characters. i arrived home a little after four on Friday evening. It had been a long week, and i was relieved that it was finally over. i headed to the bedroom to get out of my work clothes, and i was delighted to find that my Mistress had plans for me that evening. She had laid out Her favorite one of my outfits on the bed. It was all there: shiny black satin panties with a small bow in front, pantyhose with a garter belt, and a sexy black bra. She left the inserts next to the bra because she liked Her sissy maid to have a nice feminine figure. The rest of the outfit consisted of a latex maid uniform with a short skirt, elbow length latex gloves, a full latex hood with small openings for the eyes and mouth, a maid’s headband, and my thigh high lace up boots with five inch stiletto heels. She had also laid out locking wrist and ankle leather cuffs and a locking leather belt adorned with multiple attachment sites for properly restraining sissy maid. There was also a locking leather collar with a leash, a locking chastity cage, a medium sized butt plug and Mistress’ favorite vibrating strap-on. Well, at least i had some clue what was in store for sissy maid this evening. i picked up the note Mistress had left next to Her padlocks and crop on the silver serving tray. ‘I will be home at 7.’ was all that was written there. ...