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Door Knob.
She pulled it out and said into the hole, "Is anybody home?"
She wasn't sure if it would be considered an illegal entry.
"Surely not, if she just went in a little to poke around." she thought to herself.
She went in. Just a little. Then stirred it around to see what would happen.
"Ah yes. There it is" just as she had expected. Someone knew she was
going to come. It was definitely on her schedule. Why not? She was
already here and there's no time like the present.
She'll just reach in a bit further to leave a message that she stopped by.
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The dog shit on the floor.
"Didn't you walk her?" she asked, knowing the only answer could be no.
He couldn't help it. He hesitated. Now she had him by the balls, literally.
"She needs to go out. She can't go when ever she wants. How would you like it?"
Then the idea was hatched.
"The punishment should fit the crime, I always say." as she marched him into the bathroom.
"Bend over the tub, slut!" directing with a pointing finger, ready with a backhand.
It was all set up. The bottle was filled and hung on the shower
nozzle. The tip was slid in before he knew what was going on. The cold
water rushed in, gurgling and filling his bowls. The sensation surged
through his body.
"Stand up and put these on" she handed him a diaper, then told him to get dressed.
It was time to walk the dog. Outside, in front, where she could see him from her window.
"No less than fifteen minutes, and I'm being generous. I might just
sent you to the store for something if your not careful." she told him
as she pushed him out the door.
Looking back to her as he
descended the stairs, with the dog and a full bag enema, he saw her
framed in the door above, staring down at him.
"Be good and I'll have a surprise for you when you get back" she told him.
What did that mean? Was he to shit his pants in public? Would that
make him a good boy again? Or would it just piss her off more.
He watched the clock as the dog dragged him around out front. She
wished she had a yard she could watch him mow, holding an enema in his
ass.
This was really putting her in a mood. Her creative juices were flowing.
" What else for him when he gets back" she pondered.
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Sadistic Charm
Clover
clamps on the head of the penis. One on each side of the urethra. They
were attached to a long leash that she held in her hand. She led him to
the couch were she laid back to grant his mouth full access. She
pulled her robe back to let him see it. She let him watch as she ran
her fingers through it, thinking of how much she was going to enjoy
his submission. On his hands and knees, he was memorized.
She pulled him in.
"Where the head goes, the body will follow" she told him with a sly grin.
She pulled hard to make him scurry in pain. 'What a pleasing sight' she thought.
When he came in, she pushed his head down with the command "Lick!"
A miserable attempt to begin, but she set him straight. Lifting his
chin, she gave him a smile as it to say "What the fuck are you doing?"
Then a swift smack across his face before shoving it back down to get
it right.
Now his mouth is too dry.
"What a bad foot we're starting off on SLUT" she told him as she brought his head up to look him in the eye.
There was no smile this time. Only a cold stair that meant her blood
was boiling. Her hands were full of hair, gripping each side of his
head. Her mouth was inches from his face. Her words were slow.
"Do you need SPIT?" followed by a sharp smack,
to encourage him to answer.
This jarred him, but got his full attention.
"YES. Yes Ma'am. Yes Ma'am please!"
So she spit in his mouth and hoped out loud that she didn't have to explain to him what to do with it.
When she pushed his head back down, he knew what to do with it. He
massaged it in with his tongue. Working it around. Watching and feeling
for signs of arousal.
More spit with a solid 'smack.'
"Mmm... That was much better" she thought, as she pressed against him. Snatch at the leash and tugging on the clover clamps.
The pain from the head of his penis was almost bearable. Concentrating
on her pleasure, he was able to stop thinking about it.
Now...he
screamed. Muffled between her legs. Feeling his expression of agony
made her wet. "Mmm..." She wanted more. She wanted to strip down his
layers and find to tender middle...So she could poke it with a
stick."Mmm..." she sighed.
"Your suffering pleases me, slut and oh, your licking is so much sweeter."
She waited for the build up, then just before her second climax, she
jerked it again. Sending him into fits pain. His screams, moans and
murmers vibrating through her loins. Speaking directly to her creature
of the id. Baying like a wounded sheep.
The fangs were coming out. She wanted more. A lot more.
Each time she climaxed, it was stronger than the last, as was the pain inflicted, to bring it out.
She wanted to hurt him so bad. She wanted to shove hot pokers up his
ass, and hear what he had to say. She really wanted to snatch those
clover clamps, right off the head of his dick. But, that might ruin him
for fucking, and he had such a nice cock.
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It was part of the deal. He knew what he was getting into. It seemed as if he had been on auto pilot, working his way from porn surfing on the net, to the profiles of real people looking to relieve their darkest desires. Now, he was face to face with the reality of the situation. There was no turning back.
"It works like this" she explained, "you are an object to be used in whatever manner I choose. I'm a very kinky person and need a slut that can handle the most extreme of creative expression."
To help him in his quest to please her, she would train him and mold him into a perfect instrument to use in 'scratching' her sadistic itch.
But first, absence makes the heart grow fonder. So he was locked in chastity. Cut off from himself. This was the first step to realizing he was owned. She held the key and would only remove it when she felt like it. He was to deal with it without another word.
"There was also an added bonus" she informed him, "Whenever you have dirty thoughts, it will stretch your balls to the tip of the cock. Just think of it as my hand punishing you for your thoughts."
Full R.E.M sleep was impossible with the rig on. Each midnight erection pulled him awake with a pain deep in his gut.
This went on for about a week. All the while she monitored his progress. Having him orally service her so she could enjoy his dilemma.
At the end of the week, it did not stop. She just added dildo training to the mix. Showing him what size she expected him to take before the end of the next week.
She made sure the ass play was to his liking because this would bring him pain, but only if it felt good. She was blending the two sensations into one.
"You will never experience pleasure without pain again"
The next stage involved electrical probes inserted deep inside his anus and urethra. She was at the controls and he could not deny her power over him. A deep, rhythmic thumping, to bring out a latent orgasm only to change into a hard hitting jolt when he reached climax.
After the pleasure to pain stage had been realized, the next step was the pain to pleasure phase.
This involve bringing him to climax through only the application of pain.
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A cold February morning, he slithers out of bed, quietly to brew the mornings coffee. A work day like any other, he rises and prepares the day for Her. A face like porcelain, content in its dream. He watches her sleep, regretting his inevitable task. Warm hands caress her leg as fingers dance on her curves. Massaging the weariness from her body to gently pull her from sleep. Whispering to her as if a butterfly on her ear.
She wakes to find him kneeling at her side, steaming coffee on the nightstand. He brings her fresh strawberries and cream with dark chocolate for breakfast in bed. Then massages her feet as she reads the morning paper.
They go over the tasks for the day before he leaves for work. Pay the bills on the way into work and pick up the wine on the way home. One last thing before he goes, as she snaps the lock to a cage around his privates.
"Drive safe today. We don't want those EMS guys to have to cut this thing off of you".
All day at work he could feel its weight between his legs. Wondering if anyone could tell. Not that she would care, it was his problem to work out if they did. In fact, if anyone was inclined to ask her about it, he knew she would tell them exactly what it was, mabe even have him pull it out to show them how it worked.
It was a constant reminder that he was owned by her, to be used in anyway she saw fit. It was a constant reminder of her. Of her beauty and demeanour. That every breath he took and everything he did was in someway giving her pleasure and satisfaction. Living his life now was far more potent than any Viagra pill.
Being in the chastity made things a little uncomfortable when the mere act of breathing can give one a hard-on.
Every time he grew aroused, the cage he wore would tighten around his balls. She had told him to think of it as her hand squeezing them as punishment for dirty thoughts. Of course this only made things worse.
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Sweet Submission
A friend told him that all his girlfriends seem to be bitches. He never saw it like that. The way he saw it was that he was attracted to strong Women that didn't take any crap from anyone. If one didn't like the way things played out, they would just be pushed aside for the next. But if one were to please them, the rewards would be great.
His function was increasing the more he learned from her. She taught him everything he needed to know in how she should be pleased.
How to fold laundry, cook the dishes she enjoyed most. Take care of her scheduling and take care of chores.
Once these were complete, he would wait by the door for her to return from work. On his knees, head down on the floor with his wrist crossed behind him. As per household rules, he was naked and completely vulnerable to her as he waited for her to come through the door.
One day, as a suprise for her (knowing he would be punished severly if she did not like the suprise), he retrived the first dildo she had started him on. It was relativally the same length and thickness as his own. He had been working all week for her suprise. After chorse were done, he would work it deeper and deeper into his throat. Fighting off the gag relex and learning to enjoy the convultions for her. Soon, through dedicated work at it, he was able to slide it to the hilt. The latex phalic's balls resting on his chin.
Now he just needed something to top it off.
A stap with a buckle on it. A gag that held multiple attachments worked perfectly.
There he knelt, with his head on the floor and a buckle secured tightly around his head. Waiting from the time she got off work, until she walked through the door, with the seven and a half inch phallic stuffed in his throat.
He thinks of her to get him through this. He thinks of her beauty and grace. The wonderful way she looks at him when he pleases her.
She's home now and he can hear her coming up the stairs. It sounds like she's struggling a bit with shopping bags as she fumbles for her keys. The key slides in and the tumblers fall. "Click" , the door opens. Calling for him to relieve her load, there is no answer.
"What could this be all about"' she wondered. Then she saw him at the floor. "Hello" Why the hell doesn't he answer, she thought. 'What was going on?'
She jumped on his back to whisper in his ear.
"What are you doing my little slut. Don't you have to answer when spoken too?"
He couldn't. He could only wait until she freed his voice.
"Whats this?" she exclaimed at finding the strap. Following it around with her finger tips to the base of the inverted cock secured into his face.
She pulled his chin back to get a better look. Feeling the thickness of his neck. The bulging and stiffness.
"Oh baby, did you do this for me?" she asked almost with a sweet greeting card tone. He would do so much more for her, if he only could.
She undid the buckle but held it in with the tip of a finger. Letting it push it's own way out before pushing it back in.
His throat contracted in order to release, but the phallic was pushed back against it by her whim. Back and forth, she managed a pumping motion until he gagged.
"Tisk, tisk, tisk my little slut. Don't ruin it for me. Take it like a real man."
He relaxed and she pushed it deep. Pulling back to kiss the lip wrap around his gift. It was so romantic to her.
She sat on his lap as he sat cross legged on the floor. Hands behind his back, she bit his neck to feel the pumping action into his throat. Each hot breath that was whispered in his ear, told him nothing of what to expect, only that it was comming.
Finely, she brought it to the tip. Slowly working the bulbs head up through the back of his mouth. She could almost see it. Until the seal was broke and air escaped his lungs.
"Mmm" she sighed as she breathed it in. "The smell of sweet submission."
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| Age: 33 |
| Des Moines,
Iowa |
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