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Bonding

bdsm WriterMinx 2018-12-03

The trembling body beneath him, shivering slightly from the cold of the Canadian winter that permeated even with the heat blazing, pleased him more than he could have imagined; she was precisely as submissive now as she had been in their countless fantasies together, and he knew that she would be his good little slave, that he could do to her anything he chose and she would not, could not protest. His pale, frightened slave had her full and quivering buttocks to John now as she was bent forward at the waist, her hands holding the floor. Sarah smiled up at him, her eyes twinkling; and he knew that she was, indeed, a very good slave for her Master.

Diaries of Ceres and Taliya: Part Four

bdsm submissive83 2018-12-01

 I jumped back, hurrying to my room.  Master was unrelenting in Taliya’s punishment.  From behind her closed door I could hear Master’s voice, Taliya’s cries, the sickening sound of his thick black belt cracking against her firm cocoa colored buns.  I knew what she was going through, the fine line between pleasure and pain, his blows aimed around her pussy, with an occasional blow striking it.  Then she would be made to take his cock in her mouth, sucking him off until him nut sack was swollen with his man juice.  To further humiliate her he would tie her spread-eagled across the bed, fucking both her hot cum filled pussy, then her tiny puckered asshole.  As much as I hated what I had heard I was so aroused that I frantically worked two fingers in my sopping pussy, another in my asshole, until I came hard, screaming into my pillow.  I drifted off to sleep after that, tears in my eyes, a smile on my face.

Chloe the Chameleon

bdsm SynovexH 2018-11-29

Chloe was getting into the mood when she heard the sound of a throat clearing, then a mouthful of hot saliva splattered across her face. The cock she was sucking fit easily into her mouth, and she enthusiastically pumped it with her tongue, squeezing with her lips, shaking her head side to side as she fondle the balls of men on either side. She opened up her mouth to gasp, and the man gripping her hair immediately plunged his cock into her wet hole. Her eyes rolled and she moaned loudly, while someone grabbed her hips and lifted them up level to her head, so that she was suspended face-up, spit-roasted between her mouth and asshole.

Diaries of Ceres and Taliya: Part Six

bdsm submissive83 2018-11-28

  After getting a severe spanking for thinking contrary to Master John and Mistress Julia’s wishes [as if this girl knew what went on in the mind of a Dom/Domme!]   Mistress Denise spent a long time talking with my Master John.   My rightful place was in the house of Master John, Mistress Julia and my sub sister Taliya.   I was told by Mistress Denise that if I cleaned my room to her strict standards I would be allowed to see my master.   “All you need to know is we will be seeing your Master John and Mistress Julia tonight,” she stated mysteriously.   Would I get to spend time with Master, Mistress and maybe Taliya?

Diaries of Ceres and Taliya: Part Five

bdsm submissive83 2018-11-28

“ Yes, Denise, they don’t always want to obey, so you have to get in their minds, find their weaknesses, their fears, then exploit those!  For instance, when we first got Taliya she came from an abusive male relationship, where she came to associate male sexual intercourse with pain.  If I want to really punish her I will let John have his way with her, letting him force her to suck his big red cock.  She’d better make sure she made him cum twice, or he would paddle her, put her on all fours, dry fucking her asshole until it was raw.  All the time while he was doing that he would be fucking her with the knob end of his braided black whip.  Sex with John is the worse kind of punishment I can make her endure.”  I felt nothing but pity for my poor sister.  Zombie–like she just stood there, letting me continue my ministrations on her body.  I checked her over carefully.  Sure enough, both her pussy and asshole were an angry red color.  What a beast he was!  Both of them!  Turning off the water I took her by the hand, leading her out.  She did not resist me at all.  I found the softest, fluffiest towel in the bathroom, white cotton one with Master’s initials.

Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 03

bdsm keptsissy 2018-11-24

He is in the same state of display, naked, hook suspending his rear up high, bent forward with his hands secured behind his back. We both know better than to say a word, even make a sound other than the slight gag reflex which is impossible to control with the large tightly secured clasp pins that hold our tongues. As soon as he finished saying the words...'Don't know if she'll be pleased, you shouldn't talk, just work.'...a hand came down hard across the back of his head and across his face. You sit and watch as we convulse, dance from toe to toe held in place by the cold metal hooks up our rear ends. You clip the clasp from Robert's mouth onto my tongue.

Diaries of Ceres and Taliya: Part One

bdsm submissive83 2018-11-24

  Master left for work; Mistress Julia wasn't too far behind him. “Yes mistress," I said, and with that she turned to check on Taliya. Mistress walked up to Taliya's door.   When Mistress asked Taliya why she wasn’t done with her room and why I didn’t take the bags down for her, Taliya told her everything.   Mistress now knew everything, from me refusing to do my chores down to chatting with Taliya while she did hers. Taliya was already in the kitchen cleaning while Master sat at the table.   I walked into the living room to find Mistress sitting on the sofa, Master looking at me, standing.   Taliya was already in bed next to Mistress Julia.

Diaries of Ceres and Taliya -Part two: Taliya- P1

bdsm submissive83 2018-11-23

“Yes, ma’am,” I said.  I quietly walked into my room.  I just knew that Master John would storm-trooper his way in, busting down my door in the process.  I paced around the bed nervously.  He and Mistress Julia had been arguing for an hour, ever since I was returned to my room.  They didn’t seem to be letting up and I really wanted to talk to Ceres, but I couldn’t risk leaving my room to sneak over to hers.  Besides, she was probably sawing logs in her sleep, enough to build a large cabin.  Based on the last time I tried to wake her up I wasn’t going to risk that again.

Diaries of Ceres and Taliya: Part Two

bdsm submissive83 2018-11-17

I saw on my nightstand things I both hated and loved: the golden brown bamboo cane, specially made for him by a Japanese craftsman, whose family had been in that business for generations: a small pink anal plug, about three inches long, an inch and a half in diameter; and a thick eight inch black dildo. I woke up to Mistress undoing my hands and legs; Master John was standing at my door, smiling gently at me. I still had the black eight inch long dildo in my wet, sore, aching cunt, plus the huge anal plug distending my butt, barely able to move with them there. I was half asleep, totally exhausted from that day when I heard moaning and screams of pleasure from Master John and Mistress Julia’s room.

Diaries of Ceres and Taliya -Part two: Taliya-P4

bdsm submissive83 2018-11-10

“Liya, don’t you move unless you want to share in her punishment!  Do I make myself clear?”  Master John demanded.  I wanted to run for the front door, get in my car, head somewhere, anywhere, away from the beatings.  But I would be back.  I would miss the better parts of being in a home.  So I just assumed the submissive girl position learned in BDSM 101.  Kneeling down, head lowered.  When the cane cracked across Mistress Julia’s tight white backside I felt her pain.  She even more so since she screamed, jumped up, as if running was going to help her.  I could have told her that answer.  Ceres and I had learned that lesson many times, the end results being the same.   Master John snatched her arm with a vice like grip, halting her progress.

Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 22

bdsm keptsissy 2018-11-10

My little penis is locked in a tight and confining cock harness and it is clearly visible in front of me for all the ladies to see. I feel the lady nearest to you take my cock cage in her hand. I feel you take my arm, pull me to you away for the lady holding my cock penis restraint. "Don't you look away, princess, show the ladies your pretty face. You laugh as you hand me the CB-6000 cock harness you took off of me while the ladies watched. But enough of the amusing little show, girls, let's talk about serious matters. I know you've never seen anything like the breeding party I put on with my little bitches."

The Deflowering of the Petal

bdsm MistressPoe 2018-11-10

She pulled her finger from her red lips and folded her hands infront of her trying to regain her composure to answer. With his other hand he grabbed the back of her leg and pulled it out so that her stance was spread out for easier access. He pinched her clit and rolled it between his fingers slowly watching her reactions as she tried her hardest not to squirm from his touch. Her Daddy then slipped a single finger inside her soaking cunt in one swift motion causing her to moan loudly. Her Daddy unbuckled his belt and removed it only to slip it around her neck like a tight leash pulling her mouth back against his as his other hand proceeded to work on getting his zipper undone.

Diaries of Ceres and Taliya: Part Three

bdsm submissive83 2018-11-07

  Unfortunately, morning came too soon: when Mistress Julia went to wake up Taliya then me for breakfast.   Getting up to rapidly dress I finally managed to wake Taliya; unfortunately, by that time Master John had opened my door.   "Is that all, Ceres?" he said threateningly as Taliya turned away from her Mistress to answer my Master. "Ceres, what made you think you could run away?" Mistress Julia asked me as Master finally let go of me.   I had a 103 degree fever but I wanted to be down stairs with Master John, but Mistress Julia wouldn't allow it.   Mistress stayed with me while Master dragged Taliya back to her room.

Diaries of Ceres and Taliya -Part two: Taliya-P3

bdsm submissive83 2018-11-06

“Mistress, please, I think one is fine!  I learned my lesson.  Please, that was too hard.”  I cowered in the corner, making myself as small as possible, as if I could form a protective shield against her assault.  Master must have been waiting in the hallway, or have run upstairs at the commotion being caused.  It wouldn't do to have the neighbors calling the cops on us.  Coming into my room he took the cane from Mistress.   Begging him to not punish me she would do the job herself.  If she let him punish me her tiny white ass would be next to feel his wrath.  But her begging didn’t work.  He came over to me; I didn’t dare move.  Bending me over while I was still in the corner  I received my punishment.  I gladly counted out twenty medium lashes instead of five hard ones, crying more than normal because of the throbbing pain from the first one.  To my surprise he was actually holding me, being loving and caring.  A man.  Me. And I was liking it.  I might have to rethink this no- man- for- me rule I had thought was true.

Diaries of Ceres and Taliya -Part two: Taliya-P2

bdsm submissive83 2018-11-04

Turn around and bend over… NOW!”  Turned around slowly, bending over my bed, my brown firm cheeks felt flushed even though no blow had touched them.  The penalty for the stated offences would range from a paddling to a caning.  Fifty lashes minimum, but drawn out over a half an hour to maximize the punishment.  I heard Master John remove his belt when Mistress Julia walked into my room.  All this, and she probably came to gloat.  ‘It was not FAIR!’ I screamed in my brain.  My mouth said nothing.  It would soon be shrieking in pain.

Mind games turn to bed games

bdsm KittyHelendre 2018-11-03

He took a handful of my hair and pulled it so he could kiss my neck, like a lion holding the female with teeth to keep her from lashing when he fucked her from behind. "I like weird." He yanked my hair sideways and bit into my neck. "I'd advise you not to beg," he said, just making conversation, "if you want less pain that is. "When I've got a girl naked like this, it looks nice." I heard something swishing. He said, "That's not the way this works." He traced his sticky fingers on my asshole. "I won't tie your legs because I like the feeling of restraining them with my own." He went into his closet again and got a ping pong paddle.

Diaries of Ceres and Taliya: Part Seven

bdsm submissive83 2018-11-03

  You will find my accommodations very comfortable, and I am a great hostess, if I say so myself.”   Mistress Denise started to lead them from the room but before he left Master John came over to me, softly stroking my damp hair.   Master John had gotten my birthday gift when Mistress Denise broke me.   Taking a final look at my image I carefully walked out of the bedroom, collar in hand, to present myself to my Master and Mistress.   Coming around the corner I found in the living room Master John, Mistresses Julia and Denise, and sweet Taliya.

Mistress Marisa's Estate Pt. 12

bdsm keptsissy 2018-11-01

I take little breaths when I can, dare not move my face from where it is, held between your cheeks, kneeling behind you, told to present my tongue as soon as you walked into the house. My little thing struggling in its cage, the feel of your hand when you attached the leash, made my little-boy penis strain instantly. I want you be a good boy and pick out something that not only my lover will like but any other man he shows me off to will drool over. Longing for your hand, your touch...hurry up to your bathroom, tear in my eye, I feel my little penis strain in its cage. I say nothing, feel the panic start to rise in me as I hear you bathing, preparing for your lover and his friends.

The Sorority Sisters: Leslie No. 01

bdsm Sassy Susan 2018-10-05

To help her think through her needs and wants, I asked her to write a sexual fantasy story about herself. I want to open my eyes and look at Him, but I can't and then I scream as my clit is smacked hard with the crop. The chain connected to the clamps is too short, and when I try to sit up it causes the clamps to pull on my clit and nipples at the same time. I just keep getting hit with wave after wave of orgasms, and every time one hits, the clamps yank on my tenders, the pins jerk around inside my breasts, and I come again -- a vicious cycle of pain and pleasure.

Christa's Dilemma Ch. 02

bdsm bleedingmember 2018-10-04

She said, "Thank you for coming, but please let's forget what happened yesterday. "Christa may use me as a toy in every way she likes. "Thank you for being my toy," she said and she gave me a kiss on my nose. Christa asked me to get the key. Christa smiled, "I know you find it difficult to wear the belt. Smiling Christa said, "Congratulations, you are going to break both records by far." This time Christa added a spreader bar to keep my legs apart and an open-mouth gag. Christa touched the lock of the chastity belt. Don't you like this?" Christa asked. "This time it will be different." She caressed the whip.

A Slave's Training

bdsm JenniferGreen 2018-10-03

You let me suffer in front of you for a good long time further, my moans, tears and discomfort pleasing and arousing you. Tears are permitted, but I must stay in the room and watch how a more experienced slave pleases her Master. I have to watch as my beloved Master's beautiful cock is swallowed by this younger slave, and the pain is unbelievable, but I don't dare protest or leave. Sometimes you and she are together and I just watch or am forced to go sleep in my room, where I can painfully hear your noises of pleasure and ecstasy, or I'm ordered to clean the house or work on your projects while you fuck her.

157th Street Platform

bdsm MissMonkey 2018-09-19

A big thing for me has always been eyes, so when he thrust me against the pillar on an almost abandoned subway platform at 157th and wrapped his right hand around my throat, I could read his right away. I only ever meet his eyes when his hand is around my throat. He held my arms against the wall above my head and leaned forward, softly kissing me. His face flickered with feeling for a moment, and his head tilted back. I pulled my feet up on the seat and leaned into him, my arms wrapped around on of his, my eyes closed. I froze, my head turned away from his, looking, again, at the ground.

The Beginning and the End

bdsm shannywanny 2018-09-18

I struggled so hard not to move, but I'm sure, in retrospect, that the pain had my ass dancing quite a bit that night. As he slipped his belt around my neck like a leash to choke me and hold me while he brutally fucked my ass and scratched my back raw, I cried out, and tears ran unbidden, unchecked down my face. On the other hand, I was thinking about how much I knew it was going to hurt, and didn't really mind letting it wait a bit longer. Coherent thought was fleeting, that lovely November afternoon, but the thoughts that raced through my head brought tears to my eyes, and combined with the intensity of the moment, I broke, and I cried.

Double Single Tails

bdsm Crystal_L_Veey 2018-09-14

Through countless hours in text and voice conversations she had asked him all the questions she could think of, and he expertly, calmly, gently answered them all – and more – with fully apparent sincerity plus raw exposure of his life experiences and knowledge. At times as the intensity of his whip-slaps grew, she felt like her body was being attacked by white hot, v-shaped needles, just long enough in duration to sear her skin, but not longer. The hurt of the whips seemed to her then like the hurt of removing a splinter, of getting a deep muscle massage, of setting a broken bone; all of which enable the body to heal effectively, a short term increase in pain to avoid long term anguish.