Whispers

He grabbed my arm in a deceptively tight grip. “Let’s go….now!” he growled just loud enough for me to hear it…and feel the simmering anger. I kept a well practiced expression of nonchalance on my face, knowing that to alarm the other guests at the party would not do, and any hint of my pleasure at his reaction would ruin my careful planning. He had seen the artfully arranged encounter between myself and a striking brunette model a few minutes earlier. She was an acquaintance of mine, who had hinted at becoming more…friendly…in the past few weeks. I was definitely interested, but hesitant to jump into untested waters, especially with Jake recently taking full possession of me. But I had let her approach me tonight and I could see the longing in her dark brown eyes, I let her lean in and kiss me on the cheek, I even touched her arm suggestively. I felt bad that I was using her to get Jake jealous, but then again…who knew what would happen in the future?

Jake is under the impression that he is training me to be his submissive. He fails to realize that he is actually being trained to be my dom. I’m not sure how he would take it if he found the tables being reversed, since he has really taken to his “role”. Even though he insists that he has never done this with another woman, his early hesitation has quickly given way to full bore dominance. I have to work very hard at not letting myself show the least bit of pleasure at his severe treatment of me. It all has to look like he is the one with all the power…if he realized that HIS chain was the one being yanked, he might really make me sorry!

I made excuses and said goodbyes as we meandered to the front door to leave. Jake never let go of my arm, and I am sure he was wishing I would hurry it up. I saw my best friend, Jill, glance at Jake and then shoot me a “you’re in so much trouble” look as I flashed her an “yeah, and I love it” smile. She shook her head and laughed as we finally got our coats and left.

Outside, Jake tightened his grip and stepped up the pace to the car. I was having trouble keeping up in my ridiculously high heels, but managed to get to the car without spraining anything. He opened my door and shoved my inside…as he virtually sprinted around the other door, I allowed myself a tiny grin of satisfaction that was wiped off instantly when he opened the driver-side door.

He peeled out of the drive way and raced down the dark streets of the stately neighborhood. My heart raced as he found the almost hidden entrance to the heavily wooded park that had been there for over a hundred years. He put the car in park and leaned his seat back as he unzipped his pants. I didn’t say a word, but yelped in surprise when he grabbed a fist full of my hair and forced me down onto his throbbing cock. I thought about resisting, but decided to let him have some fun. “I saw you with that bitch”, he snarled as he pushed my head further down so his head lodged in my throat. I fought the urge to gag. He was large, but i could handle him…usually. “So you want to try women now, or what? You fucking slut!” he had started thrusting his hips up while he forced my head down so his entire length was being forced into my mouth and down my throat. “You are only allowed to do what I demand! Do you understand that?” I managed to make some type of affirmative sound between thrusts and gasps for air.

He was being a bit more forceful than he had been on previous occasions, and i could feel myself getting really moist. I could hear his labored breathing and his grip on my hair tightened painfully. His cock swelled in my mouth and i knew he was about to erupt. Even as I gasped for breath and gagged at the force of his thrusts, I felt myself throbbing with arousal as I braced myself for his climax.

“OH FUCK! YES! This is what you’re good for, you whore!” he held my head down on his lap as his cum spurted into my throat. I was seriously scared that he was going to forget to let me breathe, but I tried not to struggle. As his body relaxed a bit, he let me up.

“Thank you, sir,” I whispered hoarsely.

Jake laughed and said “You’re not of the hook yet.”

I sat up-right in my seat and pulled down the visor mirror. My face was beet-red, my hair was a wreck, my mascara had run with the tears that gagging had produced and my dark red lipstick had migrated from my lips to his dick. I fished a brush and a gloss from my bag and did what I could to make myself somewhat presentable as Jake started the car and drove us to my place.

I could barely contain my excitement, wondering what his plans were when we got home. We drove the short route in silence…he wouldn’t even hold my hand. I saw his grip on the steering wheel and shifter getting tighter and tighter. The throbbing in my clit had been joined by a pit of fear in my stomach, which just made me more insanely horny.

When we pulled into the drive way, Jake opened the glove box and pulled out the leather collar. “Put that on”. He reached back in the compartment and produce a set of leather cuffs and a chain. A small groan escaped me, and he snapped at me “What? You don’t want to follow orders tonight? Well too FUCKING bad!” I tried not to let my relief show that he didn’t recognize my groan as one of longing and arousal, and assumed it was an act of disobedience.

He fastened the cuffs on my wrists and chained them to the loop on my collar. I was mildly nervous that a nosy neighbor might see this and call the cops, but as he came around to help me out of the car, he wrapped me in my coat and led me to the side entrance of the garage. We had converted it to be a “playroom” of sorts and I felt the juices starting to really flow.

Jake closed the door and turned to me with venom in his eyes. You better never talk to that bitch again! Do you understand me?” I made the slight mistake of nodding. He grabbed my throat and said “I didn’t HEAR you!”

“Yes, Master! I understand perfectly.”

He grabbed the chain and pulled me into a small room at the back of the garage. I gasped in what he assumed was fear, as he turned the light on to reveal some new toys he had bought. I could have cum right that second! I had always wanted to be locked into a stockade and fucked like a filthy whore…and here my dream was coming true!

It was a mean looking device, heavy wooden frame with giant wrought iron hinges and at the base was a spreader bar and shackles. he pulled me further in the room, but since i was still admiring my fate, i had hesitated to follow, again he assumed it was fear. He laughed an evil laugh “This is where disobedient slaves get sent!”

I knew he was enjoying the illusion that I was scared, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to get myself punished even more…so I shook my head and tried to back up. I had never openly defied him or struggled against him. I had been saving it so he would really react strongly when I finally did. It took him a few seconds to recognize my defiance, and when he did it took him a few more short seconds to react. He yanked on my chain harder and I actually yanked back, almost making him lose his balance. I saw the embers of anger spring up in his eyes as he glared at this foreign behavior. I had really been a perfect slave for months now. He was not quite sure what to do, but I was sure it would be brutal.

Jake stepped around so he was behind me and pushed me toward the stockade. I was putting up a fight and he was struggling with me. He finally managed to get my neck into the restraint and he quickly took my cuffs off and easily overpowered me and got me all locked in. I gave him more of a fight as he tried to get my ankles into the shackles at either side of the spreader bar. He actually gave up for a few minutes in a rage and disappeared into the main room. I was trying to catch my breath from the struggle, and suddenly I felt the sharp sting of the riding crop across my barely covered ass. I let out a sharp scream and the tears jumped to my eyes, but it was so arousing I had to concentrate on not begging for more.

I flinched away from him when he grabbed at my left ankle and he smacked me again, this time on my bare upper thigh. He got it in the shackle and wrestled my right one in as well. He was sweaty and breathless and so MAD.
“What the fuck has gotten into you tonight? Shit!”

I don’t think he expected me to answer, and I certainly wasn’t about to. I felt him flip my skirt up to reveal the rest of my ass and he peeled my panties off. I panicked mildly when i heard the sound of the lubricant bottle being squeezed. We only used lube for one thing and I tried to relax so it would be too painful when he finally entered me. To my surprise he was being quite gentle with some type of toy that didn’t FEEL familiar. I did gasp sharply a few seconds later as the toy (which turned out to be a rather large buttplug) was fully inserted. I had never taken something that large in the rear, and though it was initially uncomfortable, it wasn’t painful. the real fun began as Jake stripped his pants off and started to fuck my pussy. I thought i was going to pass out from the sensation! The plug was so large that Jake had to really force himself into me…GOD it was so wonderful! He was grasping my hips for leverage and he was fucking me so hard that my shoulders were slamming into the wooden frame of the stockade. But I couldn’t have cared less! I was in heaven and loving every second. His cock was rubbing me in all the right places and he was pounding me at the perfect pace. I was letting out a strangled scream at every thrust, and finally I couldn’t take it any more…I came so hard that little stars floated in front of my eyes. I heard Jake grunt loudly and the waves of hot cum spurting into my cunt set me off into a second orgasm.

My master withdrew from me…dripping in cum and walked out of the room…leaving me in the dark for him to come release me.

My dirty married Christian house wife slut wanted me today while I worked from home. Fine, I ordered to my house. When she arrived I sent her up stairs and told her to disrobe to her undies.

I made her sit on her hands while she sucked my dick and licked my balls.

No eye contact was allowed. All she was allowed to see was my crotch.

I put her over my knee for a good spanking. Her cute little butt was glowing red.

That pussy was getting wet. Of course I wet for the ass. I shoved my thumb up her ass and wormed it around. Wetter pussy.

I then fucked her hard and rough.

I firmly believe that women crave to be dominated. I have seen women of “power” submit completely when I exert sexual control.

Of course the key is, it ends in the bedroom. You are equals when it’s over.

David had been my best friend for over five years. A hard working guy, he had turned to me for all kinds of life advice and I had freely given it. We were different that way. He was eight years older and ran the bar where I liked to hang out. I was a lawyer and usually in a suit, which wasn’t the safest outfit in his place. But David always protected me.

I didn’t think anything of it when he invited me to see a fight at his place. Just some guys he said. The tipoff should have been when I arrived and it was just the two of us. But I didn’t care. I got to feel many and have a beer and it all seemed fine.

It was after numerous beers that he came closer. It was hot and my shorts seemed a good idea at the start. Now, with his hands gently tapping it didn’t seem so good. I made an effort to squirm away and he just smiled, then made the comments. Skin like a girl. Sweet disposition. I pulled back of course and tried to sound angry. That led to his fingers snapping the first button of my shirt. Please, I said, and that didn’t help either.

He changed then, his mood darker. Now his voice was demanding and
my begging doing nothing more than excite him. Soon the shirt was gone and I was ordered to my feet. He dragged me by the hand to his bedroom and then I started to cry.

Please….please David. He tossed me face down on the bed and stripped me quickly enough. It was the start of what I would come to learn was my new life. His belt came off because he liked to strap my bare bottom till I sobbed. Soon instead of David I was calling him Daddy, and begging Daddy not to spank me.

He did then and does now, all the time. I’ve become a wife, keeping the place neat and tidy till his return.

At least that might have happened. What did happen is that I glanced up to find him looking at me quizzically. You look like you’re dreaming kid, wake up. You want another white wine? I heard a loud male guffaw near me. Sure. Hey David can I ask you a question? Yeah, of course. The fights, like boxing? Yeah? You ever watch them?

Sure, all the time. Oh, my wife won’t let me. Do you think maybe…

He laughed as he poured for another customer. Sure, Mikey, I’ll pick one and we’ll have a date. He slid the beer down and leaned over the bar grinning.

Or should I call you Michelle he whispered.

I throw her onto our bed while leaving him to figure out how to turn enough to watch us. I grab another piece of rope as she turns herself onto her back, hands pinned beneath her own body weight. I push her back onto her side and undo one of the cuffs. I lengthen it until it can reach the ankle I pull up behind her. With her back on her back, she presents her free wrist to me, knowing full well what I want. I tie this wrist to its corresponding ankle before stepping back. She is curled backwards with her back touching the bed and her legs flat on the bed, though they are bent up around to the sides to accommodate the tie.

I glance at her eyes again as I kneel on the edge of the bed. I can feel the man behind me watching us, having figured out how to get turned around. I lean down with my hands on either side of her hips and lips aiming for her throbbing pink and purple cunt. I stick my ass in the air, close enough to taunt my boy without his cock being able to reach farther than a mere brush against my skin. And I suck her clit into my mouth

Her back bows, finally getting the pleasure she has been longing for this whole time. She cries my name as my boy moans softly behind me and brushes his cock against my ass again.

I reach up and slip one finger inside her throbbing pussy. I can feel her pulse through the walls of flesh as I stroke the top of the canal. I know where her favorite spot is, but I’m not going to give her that pleasure just yet. I stroke slowly, in and out, getting ever closer to her spot, but never quite making it.

I raise my head from her wet pussy and look over my shoulder at my boy. I lean back just a little, and now he can feel my outer lips pulling at his head every time he moves. It’s the best kind of sex, for me, when I have both of my lovers right where I want them: horny to the point of pain and wanting more. But only one will be satisfied today, I decide.

I turn back to the woman with her legs spread wide for me. I pull my fingers out, and my hand and wrist are dripping with her wetness. It’s a beautiful sight, a wonderful feeling, and I know it tastes just as good. I make sure she’s cracked her eyes to look at me before I raise my hand to my lips and flick my tongue out to caress one side of my wrist. So much sweeter, she is, than the man behind me. I sit up and press my shoulders against him while I continue licking my hand. His dick is pressed between our bodies and I can feel him trying to thrust into me in any way he can. But I look into my partner’s eyes, and I see her understand that she has won the right to complete, unadulterated pleasure as I pull away from my man.

Wrist and ankles still tied, I take care to not kneel on her elbows or shoulders. Instead, I end up with my wet pussy hovering just above her face. She looks up at me from around my cunt and tits, pleading with her eyes since she can’’t speak. I reach back and flick her clit at the same time that I press mine into her lips. She starts sucking immediately, grazing teeth over the hood and moaning into my cunt. She knows just how I like it.

After a moment, I pull away, though she tries to follow me by sitting up. I turn quickly and put my clit back in her waiting lips. The new angle is wondrous, and I feel a tight warmth growing in my cunt. I look up at my man, pained and aching for a touch. I reach up with one hand to stroke him, but he is not my focus for the afternoon. With his cock still firmly in my grasp, I bend down and flick a tongue over my lover’’s clit. She moans anew into my pussy and that sets me to working her. I know the man in my hand is getting off on watching us while I stroke him, I can feel the eagerness in the pulse of his cock and the tiny whimpers he’s trying to hold in. But soon I abandon him in favor of the sweet tang of my partner’’s pussy. I spread both sets of her lips with my hands and plunge my tongue inside of her. It doesn’t go far, but I know how deep it can feel. I reach for her spot with it, though I know I won’’t make it, and feel her shudder beneath me.

She changes position and gets yet a new angle on my clit at the same time that I reach in and start pounding her hard and fast with my hand. I’’m nearly sitting on her face, now, with each thrust against her favorite place bringing a cry from her lips.

As I feel the peak of orgasm reaching down into my clit, I can feel the contractions of her pussy around my hand as she draws to the same ripping climax. In the same moment, we orgasm loud and long, her nearly screaming into my pussy while collapse over top of her, my hand still buried deep and twitching inside of her. Every tiny movement – her lips on my clit, my hand in her vagina – sends chills of pleasure running through our bodies as we quivering against one another.

I get up, untie her, and pick her up. She wraps herself around me.

I give a last glance to the man tied to my ceiling. Meeting his shocked look with a smirk, I take my partner out of our room for some quality clean-up time. And who knows? We might just fuck again in the shower.

I’ve got my male lover tied to a hook in the ceiling of my room. Stripped buck-ass naked and hands held high over head; he is a hairy beast glaring down at my demur figure. But he’s rock hard. I make sure he stays that way with a quick flick of a tongue over his cock every now and then; sometimes I give him a real treat a suck on the swollen, salty head. His knees buckle with every touch, and I know he wants more.

I run a hand over his quivering shaft as he shifts position, relieving the ball of one foot for a moment while other takes his weight; the hook is too high for him to have both feet on the ground. I want him to feel as vulnerable as I do when he wraps his arms around me.

I take a crop from the drawer behind him, but the bed behind his knees keeps from turning to see what I’m doing.

“How does a bit of leather sound to my lover?” I call quietly from the corner by the dresser.

He doesn’t know what’s happened when I lay the first resounding smack against his fleshy thigh. A spot, red and hot, presents itself proudly to me. It’s sexy, that one sitting all by itself. I hit it again, just to be sure he can feel it, and this time he cries out for me. A small sound, but I’ll make it double, triple, quadruple before the day is out.

A matching mark is made on his other thigh. Next comes his bum, where I create a checker board pattern across the tender flesh, made softer still by the sweat rolling from the small of his back. Each blow buckles his knees as he hops from foot to foot, his cock swinging in the movement. I’m sure that if his balls could turn blue, they would the purest known to mankind.

I come around to face him, all innocence and black lace. On my knees, I gaze up at him from around his cock. “Who were you saying was a bitch?” I coo with a small smile on my lips before landing the crop against the side of his thigh. I sit up enough to wrap my lips around his throbbing flesh, tasting the salty tang of precum and sweat. But before I can work him up any farther we’re interrupted.

I hear the front door open and close, followed by the melodious call of my lover and partner. She wasn’t supposed to be home from hours yet, but here she is, walking down the hall to the bedroom.

A look tells the man he will remain quiet, lest he raise my fury further still. On my way to stand behind the door I grab a length of rope, black pattern with green and purple threads. It is soft and smooth to the touch: perfect for cuff-and-leash I’m creating while we wait.

The doorknob turns and she opens it to see him nearly suspended from our ceiling. Her full, pink lips form a surprised little “Oh!” as she stops half way into the room. At that moment, I push her face-first onto the bed and slip one of the loops around her wrist, pulling tight. She struggles beneath my knee, but I have one arm pulled up perpendicular with the rope around its wrist and the other nearly in my grasp. As I latch on to her other wrist with my free hand, I wrestle it to the small of her back and secure it with the remaining cuff loop. A flick of my hand to tighten the cuff and she is mine to be led around by the leash.

She looks up at from against the bedspread me with a startled tear in her eye and a run of mucus from her nose. Leading her over to the dresser, I tie her hands to one of my toy drawers; it’s locked in place, so she can’t pull herself free. I know how crafty and mischievous she is, too, so I make sure to secure her thumbs in the knot. It wouldn’t do for her to escape during a crucial moment. Her dark make-up has smudged ever so slightly, so I make a quick detour to the bathroom for a tissue.

With her face clean and the tear gone, I lean in to kiss her but am met with cold, disinterested lips. A quick smack sees to it that she responds to my affection. I smile at her in approval and return to my attention back to the man in our room as a hand print rises against her pale cheek.

I lean in to suck his nipple — something he doesn’t know how to respond to. He doesn’t know whether to enjoy the sensations flowing from this tiny surface or squirm and protest. I turn his torso so that I can look at my female lover, tied in the far corner. She looks confused, almost hurt, but hot for it at the same time.

I smack his ass with a bare palm as a departing blow before pulling lips and teeth away from his nipple. I want my partner naked and wet for me. While he waits, he is expected to stay ready for my return.

I pick up a small paring knife on my way back to the dresser. With it held between my teeth, I kneel in front of her. The skirt is a quick fix: unzip, unhook and slow slide. I am pleasantly surprised to find she took the garters today, the ones with the tiny ribbon roses above the straps. I leave that, her rich red stockings, and matching satiny underwear on in favor of seeing what bra she chose for work.

The button-up silk shirt is a slow, agonizing process, both for her and me. Before I begin unbuttoning it, I place my knife on the dresser behind her and lean in to kiss her neck, willing presented to my eager lips. I leave light red prints whereever I go. I find that spot, right over her pulse, and tease her with it. By the time I finally reach up for the first button, she is panting lightly and leaning into my body. She tries to wrap a leg around my waist, but I gently push it away in favor of her keeping her own footing. With the second button undone, I can hear my man moaning in pleasure in the background, longing to be a part of whatever has brought such pleasure to my lovely lady. By the third button, she is trying desperately to keep herself from rubbing her hips against me; she knows it would displease me and send me back to the man. Four, five, six buttons and I have reach the collar where she wears and old-fashioned, rose-like tie from the ’80s. I abandon her neck and ears in favor of caressing and kissing her stomach; it is something she dislikes, herself, but finds infinite pleasure in my attraction to its soft, round flesh. I tease a tongue beneath the underwire of her red bra, a match to her underwear and stockings. I slip a hand around her waist and press into the small of her back, pinning her against the front of my body as I press a passionate kiss to her lips. This time I met with equal passion without prompting, but I reach down with my free hand and smack her tight anyway. She cries out into my mouth and shivers against me. It is all it takes to start getting me wet, as well, for I know she will please me to my heart’s content in due time.

I pull away completely from her, leaving her with eyes clouded over in lust and body aching of my touch, to return to my man. All that he has heard behind him has kept him hard for me, his cock still swaying each time he changes feet.

I pull a stool over and get up to his eye level, something I keep around for this very purpose. I glance at my lady over his shoulder, seeing her jealousy and lust, and lean in to kiss him with my eyes still locked with hers. She grimaces, repulsed, yet still wanting my lips on hers and covering her body.

I reach down a stroke his cock, catching it in a sway toward my open palm a wrapping cool fingers around the wide shaft. His eyes flutter in pleasure as he sighs quietly into our kiss. I turn my eyes to his as I pull away from our embrace and just play with the tip of his dick. It is warm and soft, pleasant to feel as it pulses gently in my grasp.

The stool is wide enough that I can spread my feet to either side of his current stance. This opens my legs up all the way to my cunt, as yet untouched by any flesh. I’m wet and pulsing with my own lust as I bend my knees. I kiss his neck, chest, pausing to suckle each nipple, as I make my way down his body. I stop when I feel the tip of his head against my outer lips. With his cock still in my grasp, I rock it slowly back and forth to bounce between touching one lip and the other. His head falls back with pleasure in the promise of entering the moist warmth I keep between my thighs. “Please,” he manages despite his strain position. “Please, please,” he continues. But I release him and he sags a little in his bonds.

I step down from the stool and walk back to my lady. I rip the old tie from her throat and throw it on the bed. I can fix whatever damages the movement has done to it later. Right now, though, I reach around her hip and grab my knife. I raise it to her throat and cute the thread of the last button. A flick of the round tip send one shoulder cascading down her arm to stop at her tied wrist while my free hand slowly pushes the other arm of the shirt, caressing her soft flesh all the while. I reach down with my knife and slip it between the satin barrier and her pussy, taking care not to catch sweet flesh or hair as the tip emerges from the other side of the satin as she spreads her legs for me. I find the seam with the edge of the knife, my eyes holding hers, and cut it. The lose flap falls silently against the dresser as I quickly open a drawer, dispose of my knife, and close it again. Now my hand is free to search between her legs, following the slick line of arousal already creeping down one leg. I pass her outer lips, so full and swollen with desire no amount of spread in her legs could separate them, to stop just below her clit. The hard touch of it tells me it would be white-tipped and ready for orgasm, should I desire. But I want her begging me for it.

I kiss her again, thrusting my tongue between her teeth to coax her tongue into a dance. She responds in kind, whimpering from the feel of my tongue plunge inside her body while my fingers trace tantalizing circles around the entrance to her most intimate of crevices. She catches me by surprise, however, and thrusts down with her hips. What had been a game of torment is now her pleasure as her body sheaths my fingers.

I pull away from her, step back, and slap her across the face with the hand I had put in her vagina. A new pink mark raises against her skin, covered by her wetness.

My boy has managed to contort himself enough to see us, I discover, as I turn to go back to him. He is quick to turn around though. I turn back to my partner and reach around to untie the knot holding her to the dresser. I unhook her front-clasping bra and send in dangling with her shirt around her hands as she steps out of her skirt and underwear.

Pulling her with me, she stumbles backwards until we reach the man tied to out ceiling. Since he wants to watch me fuck my lover so badly, I tell him, he can turn around watch us in the comfort of our bed.

I throw her onto our bed while leaving him to figure out how to turn enough to watch us.

For as long as I can remember I have had sexual fantasies.  They vary in degrees of deviance from mild to severe. But my most prevelant fantasy is one that I wish could become more.

It doesn’t matter where I start the fantasy, whether it is work, or home, or play, it all comes down to me, at least two or three men I do not know and occasionally a beautiful fem.  

I love to dress up. We all have that slutty dress that we could only get away with wearing out of town. Mine is black with a slit up the right thigh.  I’ve set out my 5″ mini platform heels, black of course.  Knowing I’ll be on the prowl tonight I pick my sluttiest, yet finest, bra and panties, all topped off with fishnet thigh-highs.

I love the idea of anonymous sex. I haven’t done it before which makes this fantasy even more cumtastic! Before getting dressed I have a few drinks. I’ll need all the liquid courage I can get.  I get a little wet just dreaming about a long night “out”.  Time for the shower.  I must look my best.  I want to make sure my pussy feels all of the pounding so I give her a quick shave to make sure she is baby soft. Even that makes me wet.

As I fix my make-up and hair, I put emphasis on my lips and eyes.  They are my finest assets, aside from my wet pussy and tight ass, that is.  I put my hair up so my long neck is visible, along with the obvious submission tat at my hairline.

There, perfection! and already I feel like I want to come just looking at my body in the mirror.

As I make my way to the limo I generously tip the doorman for his ability to direct me to an night club for professionals. Some of our most successful business men and women are the most deviant.  Maybe because it is so taboo in their world.  After a ten minute drive, the car pulls up to a warehouse.  

There are high-end cars and other limos parked outside but it otherwise appears vacant. The driver makes a quick call on her cell and two heavy metal doors open up and a gentlemen in a fine suit comes to the car and opens the door.  He looks me over and looks at the driver and gives her a nod. He reaches out his hand and guides me into the warehouse.  The music and lighting were off and the decor was lacking.  After walking through a maze of clear plastic dividers I reached a beautiful bar.  It was stocked with only the finest and behind the bar was a beautiful brunette.  She was dressed in a nearly sheer white button up top that was buttoned only halfway. She had a beautiful bra studded with what appeared to be real diamonds. Her boobs were nearly falling out of both the shirt and the bra.  The slim black skirt barely covered her ass and with every bend to reach something from below the bar I could see her ass.  She was stunning.  She poured me a shot of tequila without even asking me what I wanted to drink.  She poured one for herself and we took the shots together. I laughed nervously but she simply walked to the other side of the bar.

There were mostly men at the bar. They all seemed taken with the bartender. When she walked passed me again I asked for a gin and tonic to which she nodded and had it before me in seconds – as if she knew what I was drinking. The men were all so attractive almost as if they were models. Some more rugged than others. Little by little their attention was drawn my way.

Although this was a fantasy, I began to feel self-conscience. One of the men, his eyes blue and his appearance almost cross, came over.  He walked by and around me, as if inspecting. I saw him almost smile as he recognized my submission tatoo.  He sat next to me and waived the bartender to bring me another drink. Now on my fourth drink I felt my nervousness slipping away.

The cross man nodded to another man across the bar. He was tall with a large build, like a professional football player. The large man walked slowly across the bar and stood behind me, also as if inspecting.

I turned to both of them, smiled and said, “Hello.”  Quickly, the cross man leaned in and said, “Don’t fucking speak unless spoken too.”

The large man grabbed me by the hair and said, “Looks like you’ve come to the right place, Bitch.”

The cross man told me to turn to the bar, smile and drink my drinks. I was to sit down until directed to them.  They would send for me with they were ready.

What the hell does that mean? Send for me? Where were they going? I was nervous and wet with anticipation. What kind of place is this. I expected a bar to find a dom male or two.  While this fits that category it goes a bit further than I had fantisized.

I was really feeling the drinks now, almost like something else was in them. Everything seemed to arouse me, the lights, the sounds, everything.

The brunette bartender received a call at the bar and looked up at me.  She hung up the phone, came from behind the bar and took me by the hand. “They are ready for you now.”

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My wife Sharon and I were married for 20 years. For a forty year old woman, she is really hot. She is white, blond hair, green eyes, 5′5″ 140 lbs. 36D-28-38. A years and a half a ago, a black man hired in where she worked. He started hitting on her immediately. He was relentless. She finally caved in and had sex with him. She fell in love with that big cock he had hanging between his legs. During the process, I found out and started a divorce. Soon, however her lover lost interest in her and dumped her.

She wanted to come home and I let her, even though we are divorced.
She wanted to be with me, but confessed that she still wanted black cock. I arranged meetings with strange men in different cities and that seemed to satisfy her for a while. She was also still having sex with me, so everyone was happy. She eventually told me that when she was a teenager, she had often fantasized about being forcefully taken by a group of black men. I asked her if she really wanted that, because things could get out of control so easily. She said that part of what excited her was the danger. She wanted to be held down, roughed up and used and abused and ravaged repeatedly. I told her we would do it.

On a Friday night we went to a pretty scary section of town. Sharon and I were drinking a little to get some liquid courage so we could go through with this. I saw a bunch of black guys standing on a street corner passing around. They were with a few hookers. I stopped by them went through the pleasantries and ended up with a hooker riding with us. I gave her 100 dollars and told her what we wanted. She said only if she could participate. She said she didn’t like white women and would love to see one get what was coming to her. Sharon was drunk and only smiled at her.

I told the hooker to get five of her friends, preferably well hung, and no weapons or cell phones. She said she wanted 300 more dollars to arrange this. She would have to give the men some money she said. I agreed. We went back and next thing we new Sharon and I had five thugs and a hooker in our van. We went to an old deserted industrial complex out of town, and parked in an over grown parking lot. The only light was a lone street light and our van lights.

As we started to get out, one of the men said, “let’s get down to business” and the men grabbed Sharon and started to drag her out of the van. She was sort of shocked and started to fight. OOOhhhh, this is gonna be good”, said one of the men. They dragged her around the front of the van and threw her down in front of the headlights. Four of them and the hooker held her while the last one ripped her shear little black mini dress off of her. She was fighting like a wildcat and the hooker slapped her across the face and grabbed her by the hair. Finally nude except for her black stilettos, two grabbed her by the wrists and held her arms down, two others grabbed her ankles and held her slender legs wide apart.

One of them dropped his pants and he didn’t disappoint, he had a cock that was eight inches soft. He climbed on top of Sharon rubbed his cock against her pussy lips and started to grow hard. He part her pussy lips with it and started to push in, taking bigger and bigger strokes as he went. Soon he was pounding her for all she was worth, His balls were the size of russet potatoes and they were slapping against her ass. She was groaning with pleasure but still putting up a “semi” fight. She arched her back and came hard just as he groaned and emptied his big balls into her. Soon he rolled off of her and the next one took his turn. He was hung as well and fucked her for at least ten minutes. She came twice with this one.

The other three took their turns with the same results. Sharon was cumming hard so hard for them she about passed out every time. Soon they were all done. The whore wanted her crack at Sharon. She had the thugs hold her down and she reached between Sharon’s legs and started to finger her. Soon she was fisting Sharon. Sharon was getting all hot again, and the hooker turned around pulled up her skirt, straddled Sharon’s face and ground her pussy on Sharon’s face telling her to “lick it”. Sharon was ready to cum from the fisting she was getting and she complied licking the hookers pussy eagerly. She then told Sharon to lick her asshole, which Sharon did on command. Soon the whore came all over Sharon’s face just as Sharon started cumming again squirting out the sides of the hooker’s wrist. She spent most of the rest of the night getting fucked like that over and over again. The next day Sharon was bruises, scratch and bite marks all over her. When we got home and Sharon headed for a bath you could see where all cum from those gangbangers had been oozing down her thighs.

She’s healing up and wants to do it again soon. I ended up spending six hundred dollars, but the show that was put on was worth it.

When my wife and I were much younger, we liked to go outdoors as much as we could, walking, hiking, camping, gardening, horse-riding. And we were lucky enough to live in a great, unspoilt area.

Once we took a drive into the hills, and stopped in the car park in a wooded valley. Leaving the open space, we were quickly surounded by thick woodland, with dappled shade all around us. My wife pulled me close for a kiss, and i pulled her closer still. In those days dugarees were all the fashion, and I slipped my hand into the back of hers, and unclipped her bra. She wriggled out of it, and proudly showed it me, as she lifted her t-shirt to show me her fine firm breasts.

I don’t remember how we got there, but within seconds, it seemed, she was leaning against a tree trunk, as I took her from behind, her dungarees around her ankles, and my hands on her breasts and belly and hips.

Suddenly we heard another car arrive in the parking area, and although we were hidden, it seemed lke we’d be discovered then and there. I pushed hard into her, and she had to bite her hand as we bucked and squirmed to a sudden and powerful climax together. I came out of her mid-cum, and absolutely covered her backside and back with semen, as she gave in and shouted out. There was even some in her hair.

The other visitors passed by well away from us, but we laughed like kids as we ran to the car. It’s our fondest memory, and occasionally we take time to relive it.

I just found this site and i have been looking for one for years. After reading a few of the wonderful bondage stories i decided to post one of my own.

This is my dream:

I was at work when my Master sent me a text. It does not happen very often that He gives me warning of his upcoming games, so I was more than aroused at the text that said: tonight i am going to make you scream. I received this text at noon. At one i received a text that said: Walk to the bathroom take off your panties and throw them away. I did as my master ordered. At two i received a text that said: tonight i am going to make you beg for me. By now it was all i could think about, my Master had never done anything like this before. At three i received a text that said: go to your car and put your clit tickler directly on you clit and keep it there until you get home. I did as my Master ordered.

When I got home there was a note on the door that said: Take off you clothes and walk to the bedroom. Once again I did as my Master ordered. When i got to the bedroom there was another note it said: Are you ready? Take a deep breath my little slut. I walked into the room and was immediately assaulted. My Master grabbed my hair and forced me to the floor. He knelt down and look me straight in the eyes and asked me what i wanted. I replied, “i want you to do whatever you want to me.” He got this devilish look on his face and said, “you really should not have said that.” He picked me up and threw me against the wall and kissed me like we had never kissed before. I had never seen my master like this and it sent a shock through my body.

My Master threw me on the bed and tied my arms to the headboard. “If you squirm I will be forced to tie your legs as well.” My clit is extremely sensitive and it is impossible for me not to jump at even the slightest rub. When he put the vibrator to my clit my body twisted and turned, as he knew very well it would. “I warned you.”

He tied my legs down and put clothes pins on my nipples, “You may not cum little slut.” He applied the vibrator to my clit once again and laughed as i screamed and begged him to stop. he leaned down and whispered into my ear “i told you you would scream” He untied me and brought my lips to his throbbing cock “do you want this?”

“yes master i do please let me suck your cock”

“open up” as i opened my mouth he slowly put his large dick down my throat. He grabbed my hair and forced me to suck him fast and deep until he came deep down my throat. As i struggled to swallow his huge load he asked, ” now what do you want?”

“i want you to fuck me Master”

He smiled and pushed me back onto the bed and rubbed his still hard dick on my dripping wet burning hot pussy. “please Master please give me your dick” He slowly probed my pussy never allowing himself all the way into me “please master please do not make me wait any longer!” he leaned down and whispered to me “i told you i would make you beg for me” he flipped me over and pounded into my pussy hard until i had the best screaming orgasm of my life. I spent the rest of the night cuddling in his arms speechless.