Munsoned

Well, I haven't wrote anything in a while so here it goes.......

We cuddled closely in the dimly lit bedroom. I personally liked the way the sparse candles flickered off the red walls. The light of them painting moving shadows of our moment.

“I.....I....always wanted to..........b..but I'm afraid.....you have taught me so much, but.....I...just...don't know.”

I pulled my sub closer to me. We lay in this bed many times before, speaking of dark fantasy involving each other, and other, others!

I reached behind her head and took hold of her raven hair and pulled it slowly back while looking deeply into her eyes. “What is your problem? You either want this or you don't. Expand yourself or do not. Tell me your issues.”.

She lowered her eyes sheepishly...yet another girl tendency to get what they want and make it your idea. It tends to piss me off, if I am to be honest.

I became rather annoyed. Sure I have this hot subbie that wants to be with another girl and also not be with another girl......then she changes her mind and then........wellll.....

“Goodnight Slave.”. I whispered in her ear as I let her hair slide through my fingers.

Rolling over in the sex torn sheets, I hatched my plan.

We sat at the morning table sipping the shitty coffee she always made. I really don't worry much for imperfection in daily life as much as I like to punish for it in our sex life!

I lazily stirred the milk into my cup, wondering if the extra thick swirl in the mix was bad.

I sipped it lightly, making sure It wasn't sour.

If it was, I think I would have to punish this imperfection!

I sat my cup down and cleared my throat.

“Tonight we will do some training. Be available at 5 P.M.”.

She looked up an me with the devil in her eyes and gave me an enthusiastic “YES MASTER!!!”.

5 P.M. Sharp she was on her knees in front of my oral training stocks. Her head was locked into a ring at crotch level and that ring was attached to a post leading to the floor she was kneeling on.

I pulled her hands behind her and locked her wrists together with thick leather padded cuffs. The “click” of the lock sealed her delicious fate. The small leather belt around her elbows rewarded me with a “Grunt” from her sweet lips when I pulled them together.

There was my slut. Trussed up with her mouth at crotch level and ready to serve.

The leather blindfold buckled tightly behind her head.

The headphones slid on her ears.

My voice repeated again and again.......”You are my slave.......you will serve and service me.....your body is mine to do want I please......you will do what I want.....when I want......how I want.....Punishment is your pleasure.....service is your pleasure.....”.

The hardness pressed on her lips....

She obediently opened for it and it slid inside for her to pleasure.

I slid a stool close by and watched as my new Shemale friend slid her clit in and out of my subs pleasure hole.

My slave took her with greed, using all the motions she could in her restrained state.

My slave moaned with the pleasure song of a symphony....it was stunnig.

She gave a little choke when she figured out that someone was in her mouth and another was taking her blindfold off...

It was amazing. As soon as my subbie saw that beautiful girl stuffing her girlhood in her mouth, her eyes glazed over with lust and she worked harder to service the invader.

I actually felt left out when the fun happened.....the thrusting girl snagged my subbies hair and pumped her girl cream down my subbies throat....and my subbie kept up!!

She even licked her clean....

AHHH! I love it here. The beautiful people taking advantage of those whom seem lesser because of the outward image. If you only knew what we could do.....BEG? Well, maybe that is what you cuties do when things get hard. Let me tell you this, your beauty only makes ME stronger for an hour or so.

Can you do dishes WITH ME with your precious nails. I do like them, so you better!

The point is, you did the effort. I like the nails, we can adjust things to keep them. 

I have this BIG fantasy. THIS IS REAL! 

My sub is naked.

I use simple handcuffs to pull a subbies hands behind her.

I push a ballgag between her lovely lips.

I push play on the latest movie.

Under the comfy blanket she watches the movie with me.

Sure I push other buttons, but I really do not need to be interrupted while I

rub things.

As a sub. you get to watch a movie, get sweetly tormented throughout it, and eventually cum.

I think the beautiful people get to be exempt from the final stage.

Make me cum first, then I will think about it.

Maybe you will watch a lovely person on my level cum.

She did not know I had more than one profile. I do that to make sure a sub is true to her nature, or some crook out to get me.

I noticed something in her profile, something personal.

Hey, there are many creeps here, maybe I should warn her about it.

I politely sent the message...You may wish to remove the so and so......

What I got back was I was treating her like a moron! Moron???

So my intent of helping was rewarded by her whining about being treated like a mildly retarded person.

I would have thought that people make mistakes, and as you should treat a person (outside this community) how you would like to be treated, I mentioned it to her.

“Your treating me like a Moron!”

Boo frickity hoo.

So this lovely lady agreed to meeting me (per my other profile).

We chatted over lunch and I thought she was rather nice. Maybe a little dramatic, but nice.

The red hair does that sometimes. Maybe the color pisses them off. I personally like the

color and the freckles are a bonus. No matter.

She met me at my home and we chatted for a short time.

The whole “Alpha Sub” thing threw me off. To me that’s topping from the bottom.

I am the Alpha sub...and I do this and that....Blah blah....Your a sub. Quit trying to pee on my fire hydrant. I did that already. If you choose me and I choose you so be it. Now get on your knees.

But, soon her wrists were wrapped in lovely leather that was locked in steel chains attached to my ceiling. She stood helpless before me.

Now normally I like to tie or use a spreader bar on my subs legs to keep them apart. I personnaly like to toy with a girl.

But with this girl, I chose to put a rope through the eyelet in the ceiling and attach her precious red hair to her bent up right ankle.

I grabbed her chin and looked into her eyes. “Your foot goes down, you pull your hair. Understand?”

Her eyes filled with lust that told me the answer. She couldn’t speak anyway. The ball gag she hated was tightly strapped between her lovely teeth.

She watched me from her straining eyes as my hand reached for, and surrounded the leather handle of the whip.

“Now, I hopefully will not let this whip land anywhere it helps you get off. I am not trying to help you. I do not wish you to feel like a moron.”

I waited for the muffled safe word. None was given.

“I am the ONLY Alpha here!”

The next sound was the swish the whip made followed by the muffled uuumph of delight.

Yes, I should not have let her cum a couple hours later, but I AM rather nice even when someone is overly rude. She was cute anyway.

I guess good deeds really don't go unpunished.

"SMACK!" "Thank you sir!"

SMACK! SMACK! The paddle echoed in her bedroom! Smack!

"Uhhh wait....Please wait master!.....Please wait!" I was rather perplexed at her tone of begging. I have never heard it before, and she didn't use her safe word...so...?!"

"Kitty needs to go out.".

I looked behind us and her black cat "Sniffles." was walking in circles behind us.

"Slut, you can't be serious! You want me to put your cat out? Just who is the bitch here?".

"N-no sir, I can do it. Please give me a minute.".

My mind raced with confusion and irritation as I watched her red ass wiggle out of the room.

A smile crept across my lips and a wicked thought filled my head. "I'll give you more time

than just a minute!".

Moments later I had her wrists spread wide and shackled to the rings I installed in her ceiling a few weeks earlier.

Next the 24" spreader bar between her legs and the blindfold strapped tightly around her blue eyes.

I ran the gag between her legs to moisten it a little before sliding the cock shaped plug between her lips. She moaned in surprise at the size and shape as I buckled it tight.

"Shhh!" I said sternly in her ear. "You need practice.".

She listened as I fumbled around the house, the noise of the cordless drill, the dragging of a chair or stool in front of her.

Even though she was blindfolded, she looked instinctively above her as the beep of the stud finder and the sound of the drill whined near the ceiling in front of her. Then again further away.

I tied a loop in the heavy string, it was two or so inches long and zip tied it to the ring

I just installed in the ceiling. It was located around a foot or so in front of her. The loop would give 2 inches of slack in the string but no more than that, I'm not a monster!

One end of the string went through the other ring attached in line with the looped ring. It was around three feet away from her. I guided the string to the floor.

She heard the unmistakeable noise of the chain that was attached to the nipple clamps.

I caressed her breasts softly and listened to her moans of pleasure as I taunted her nipples to become more erect for me.

"Your going to feel a slight sting!" I giggled to myself as I placed the clamps on her sensitive nipples.

How many times have I heard a Nurse give me that same line before she sunk the needle inside me? "Humm, maybe they are all sadists? I might have to look into that!" I mumbled to myself.

I pulled the nipple chain taunt and tied the loop end string to it. She was not in too much pain, but she had to adjust her bound stance to ease the pressure on her poor nipples.

She then felt a gentle tug on the chain. Something was being added to the other end..

Her mind raced at the possibilities! What was it I was doing? Was I putting weights on the string to further pull on her nipples?

Her eyes had trouble adjusting to the light when I removed her blindfold.

They grew really wide when she saw what I tied on the other end of the rope near the floor.

She shook her head as if to shout "NOOOOOO!" but the strapped cock in her mouth let out a "MMMMMMMMMM!"

"MMMMM?" That sounds a lot like "YUMMMM!" to me. Good, she's happy!

I could hear her tug on her chains when I let her cat back in.

"Look Sniffles, your mommie has your cat toy dangling in front of her! She wants to play with you!".

Sniffles had a great time pouncing on the toy! I enjoyed the tugging on the rope.

Maybe cats are fun to have around after all.

I've been away for awhile. I would lie to all of you I was doing this wonderful stuff with leather straps and making some girl squirm with delight, but that, sadly was not reality. (Insert SHIT! here)

Nope, as with many people in this economy, I take work when I can, and I did.

On a brighter note, I have been feeling a little down lately because I'm into this stuff and it seems like I am a freak because of it.

I read an article in a psychology mag today that told me that "normal" was actually very abnormal.

I kinda like that.

So, nipple clamps anyone?

“I....think I've changed my mi...mind.” She told me as I pulled the last strap on her soft leather armbinder tight. “I know I told you I wanted this, but now I'm a little frightened.”

I gripped her pony tail firmly and pulled her head backward to me “Shhh!” I hissed, “Your body is mine for a while.” I reached forward and took her breast in my hand, softly caressing her. Letting my fingertips tweak her nipple. I thought how nice they would look with silver rings. Maybe I could do that later.

She was lovely in her tight leather corset, armbinder, and 5 inch ankle boots locked wide by a two foot spreader bar. All that was left was to finish her bondage and give her something to argue with.

The gag I selected has a perfect stiff replica of myself...the lower more personal self, if you understand my meaning. A couple months ago she bought the kit for me as a “gag gift.”

It's a make your own dildo thing. She kept me excited as a perfect clone of me was made. It happened to be glow in the dark!

I made another a little later without her help, I was flesh tone and somewhat shorter so she could take it in without choking.

A black leather strap, a silver buckle, some wider leather to attach my clone to, and she would soon understand the meaning of “gag gift!”.

“Open!” I ordered her, and her sweet lips parted to receive my match. Her eyes widened as she recognized the shape and size. “Take it slut.” I whispered in her ear. Her eyes instantly hazed over with lust as I fully slid the shaft to it's black leather hilt.

The metallic sound of the roller buckle behind her head sealed her fate. “Now slut, take care of your gag and I may let you thank the real thing later!” She softly mumbled her approval as her body gave her submission over to me.

I snapped the last lock shut that attached the ceiling chain to the end of her armbinder and started to winch her arms up. Just enough to make her a little uncomfortable to remind her who was the master and the slut.

“I think an hour of training will suffice for today.” I told her, then placed the earphones on her head and pushed repeat and play on the MP3 player.

She watched me close the door behind me as the sound of my voice filled her mind.

“You are my property. You will do what I want, when I want and how I want. You will be eager to please and service me without question. You will..........” The player looped her training inside her head over and over.......

“OHHHHH!!! Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ahhhhh.....ahhh.ahhh......oh yes....ahhhh. She licked her lips and smiled up at me. “Now will you do it honey?” she asked. And how could I refuse after service like that?

I knew she way playing me. Topping from the bottom, but what the heck. I had stuff to buy at the store anyway.

As I walked through the isles looking for all the party goods, I smiled to myself. “Small cups....where would I find those tiny cups..the ones the naughty nurses I think about put those pills in?” I mumbled to myself.

Later, at home I began to pull the items out as my girl put them away. Crackers, cheese, ham, olives..........and after many other items, the small white cups.

My girl spotted them and asked me what I needed them for, to which I replied  “They are for stuff.”

“Stuff?” she asked as I walked toward the bathroom, my cups in hand.

Ten or so minutes later she knocked on the bathroom door. “Honey, I'm not trying to rush you, but the guests will be here in an hour or so and I still need to get ready.”. I opened the door and told her ”I was just finishing up.”

Two hours later I had 15 or so guests to entertain and they were eager for cocktails.

I used to be a bartender in college.

I made all the the drinks to order and then paid attention to my girls White Russian.

In the freezer I removed the small white cup and emptied the special ice inside into her drink.

“Cocktails!” I announced as I entered the room, serving the treats to the guests.

I approached my girl who was speaking with Jennifer, her girlfriend, and gave her the drink she wanted. I watched with a grin as she sipped.

“Honey?” she asked, “This tastes a little different. It's good, but different. Did you add something?” she asked.

“Let me try!” Jennifer interrupted.

“No!” I snapped, then recovered. “I tasted it earlier and I might be coming down with a cold or some virus.” I lied, “Honey, can I see you in private for a moment?”

I led my girlfriend by the hand into the bedroom and sat her on the corner of the bed.

I stared into her eyes and strictly told her to finish her drink.

“I don't understand?” she said.

I softly pushed the glass to her red lips and told her:

“That's not entirely a White Russian, it's more like a Scottish Norwegian and if you share it with anyone, you are making me cheat on you!”

I just can't understand a submissive who needs to serve you, but expects you to

make all the effort to see them.

Then when you do nothing, like they have done, they choose to bash you in their

journals.

I'm sure many of you feel the same way.

“....And did you see those shoes she was wearing? Uggh! Ugly! And what about that blah...blah..”

She was talking again. As I finished locking the last restraint on her limbs she was still talking!

My girlfriend has a knack for style and she let everybody know it. I was hoisting her wrists towards the garage ceiling when she brought up her best friends looks again.

I stood back to admire the black leather caressing her delicate wrists so firmly as she struggled.

Style indeed.

Her expensive Italian heels made a funny scraping noise on the concrete as I parted her legs to anchor them to the chains on the floor.

“.....But those shoes! I mean sure, they would look great on me, but on her? She does not have the body for those! I have the body to pull that off! Blah.....blah...”

I used the soft leather blindfold to cover her eyes. I wouldn't want to smear that perfect eye makeup would I?

“......and her nails! Red is soooooo last...URk! Ump! OOF!”

Finally! Silence as the gag straps were pulled tight. Maybe a little tighter than normal?

I stood in front of her stretched body, caressing a nipple or two. She struggled more that she usually did.

She struggled a whole lot more when I took the blindfold away and she saw that I strapped that so called “awful” shoe of her girlfriend’s in her mouth.

I rather liked them myself.

Thank you, who ever designed the shoe gag!

I pulled her hair softly back and gazed into her eyes.

“I have to go to the auto parts store my pet. Don't be afraid though. Sybil has agreed to keep you company while I am gone. Isn't that right Sybil?”

The sound of heels clicking on the concrete were followed by her best friend Sybil.

I thought her leather and the whip she carried were rather stylish.

I stopped at the door and turned to see Sybil standing behind her, with one hand pulling my girlfriends hair and the whip hand taking aim.

"I must remember to purchase some red nail polish while I'm out."