Multi-Tasking

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Learning To Mac

As I prepare to travel, I am bringing a new computer system with me. I am finally learning the Apple way. This was the first picture my Dom ever sent me, and it was his vision of how I might be bound while chatting with our mutual friends. I was often made to perform in various ways in front of a computer screen for him, so it was very appropriate at the time (and educational)...but shocking. It made me gasp to think of my flesh so tightly bound.

I am also bringing several textbooks on XHTML, Dreamweaver, Photoshop, CSS, Fireworks and other software programs. I travel with two computers, one printer, a lot of software and a lot of cable. My Dom will be waiting for me with the rope. A lot of rope.

Lesson One: No Screaming Under Your Ball Gag...Unless So Ordered

College girls need to learn. It's not all about beer, bongs and hooking up. I set up my own training center so these lovelies could learn some discipline. One minute they were at a party at my beach house. Their next moment of cognizance, they were in a small room, strung up and blinking their eyes. Around them, each wall contained erotic images of sadomasochistic bondage. Today's class: self-mastery and correction.Paintings contained impossibly beautiful women stretched dramatically across wheels, or hung from their wrists, or being whipped, or kneeling, bound, sucking on rigid cocks. In one scene a lovely blonde was being ravished by a machine. Another redheaded whore was the center of a dozen naked men all grabbing at her, pulling her, spreading her legs, mounting her.




The bound girls looked dully around, not understanding, but I saw them studying the images, like good little pupils, and I knew they realized these things could be done to them. When that awareness set in, they started shaking. Group panic began as each screamed under her ball gag, but even then, drool was escaping from their mouths under the excitement and strain. I knew I had chosen the sluts wisely. The girls were naked and restrained by the rope that pulled their arms above their heads. I quietly entered the room, pulled up a chair and sat down in front of them, studying each slut; watching to see how they responded to the rope.



The first whore's eyes were closed. She seemed to be internalizing her pain. I witnessed a stream of cum drip down from her cunt, trickling down her inner thigh. I knew her legs felt cramped. She had been standing like that for some time, yet she could do nothing to relieve the strain. Not until I released her.



The second slut's tits were really thrust out at me, and I fought my own impulses to go over and start biting her nipples. I would have to clamp them later for tempting me so. I could read her mind "Where was she? Why was she there? What was I going to do to her?" She stared down past her nipples and gasped as she noted she had been denuded of pubic hair. She looked so – so naked now! She stared in astonishment, spending quite some time feeling the bareness of her cunt, wincing at the pain of the hair removal and wondering if there would be more wounding of her body. I sat and thought about how soft those exposed lips would feel encasing my cock.



My third slut had energy. A screamer. I could tell she wanted to pull free and run, but her roped wrists hung above her. I watched her eyes examining the room, roving freely: the contents of the bookcase (mostly masturbation manuals focused on bondage and masochism,) but there were also a number of vibrators, dildos, collars and leashes of varying sizes all organized by size and color. I had a flat screen television on one wall and it was a constant stream of DVD's, all sexual, and all intent on eroticizing bondage. She started screaming under her gag again, needing to do something--to get the energy out of her system. I would have fun flogging her later to calm her down. I knew she would respond to the whip. I watched her twist and squirm under her bindings.



The last whore in the row had her knee slightly bent. Provocative. Gasping in pain, but exploding in sensations. I swear I could see her cunt throb, needing release. She moaned weakly, her legs splayed wide, her hips rolling from side to side. Knowing she was experiencing being bound for the first time and loving it. Watching her arching her back, her hips jerking up violently. The slut was cumming and her orgasm was sending a rush through her body. When it ended she went limp, gasping, feeling at peace at last. She blushed and hung her head down.



I chuckled, thinking how it would be when I rammed dildos up their cunts, vibrating away and how they would have to stand there, watching each other cum over and over again. They had no way of covering themselves from my gaze. I could tell the DVD's both fascinated and frightening them. The girls in the movies were beautiful and the positions their bodies were in showed fine, accentuated breasts and lovely asses. My sluts were frightened though, because it only reinforced and demonstrated what I had planned for them. I could read their young minds: Would they be left hung there from their wrists and whipped? Like the girl in the movie? Of course, she was only acting....wasn't she?



The sluts had no illusions. They knew the pain a real whipping would bring them. Hours passed. They had time to feel anxious and agitated. There was nothing to do but worry and fear, catching each others writhing forms out of the corners of their eyes. Boredom, however, is a powerful motivator. I knew the longer they remained bound and waiting, the more they would want something to distract themselves with later.



I walked over and started rubbing their bare pussies and pinching their nipples. Stroking soft and vunerable cunt lips, feeling how nice they were to touch without any hair. My cock could stay rigid a long time in a soft cunt. I went up to one slut and slid the hood of her clit down and rubbed it, then moved next to her companion and ran a vibrator over her nipples: the tingling and buzzing head got the nipples erect and swollen, and I watched her drool under her gag. The little whore thrust her nipples out at me so I could give her some more, and I heard her gasping under her gag, loving her resonating nipples, listening to the other girls breathing as it became faster, knowing they wanted their nipples attacked, too.



She started grinding her cunt at me. I stood staring at her as I moved over and sank a long dildo into the next in line: slowly pushing it in deeper, then even deeper as her cum juice slickened the surface. With all but the last inch sunk in her soaked pussy, she started grunting at me and jerking her hips back and forth, spreading her legs wide for me. I let her not think about why she was doing what she was doing. Let her simply get used to doing it.




I dimmed the lights and sat down again. There on the screen new images appeared. It was my college sluts strung up, writhing in pain from the ongoing binding, strapped up, drooling. They flushed with embarrassment watching each other on the screen. One scene faded into another quite softly. Sometimes the film was cut to show all four in separately filmed boxes in a row, just as they stood before me. They were mortified, but fascinated as they saw each other with new eyes: arched backs, thrusting tits, bare dripping cunts--they could not help but appreciate how erotic they looked.



They never thought they would be the kind of girls who would be hung from their wrists, strung up so dramatically, stretched out, seeing thick vibrating dildos inside each other, their sex lips stretched out, the pressure on their clits at the slightest movement. They squirmed more, and felt the sensual excitement of having something big and hard inside themselves, even as the images on the screen changed again, and again. "You are filthy sluts, aren’t you?" I finally spoke to them. In one voice, they moaned, "Yes, master, we are filthy sluts." I stood before them. "You need to be well raped," I growled. "Rape us, Master!" they groaned. Their dildoed cunts had been well prepared for my cock.



"You are far from home, very far, and no one really misses you. No one is really looking for you. You are alone in this place," I said, walking by each slut and sliding my finger into their grasping mouths. "Suck on my finger, my pretty little sluts. Lick at it. Show me what you can do." They obeyed, sucking and licking at my finger, then the second finger was added. "You belong to me, now." "Oh yes, little sluts. Like many who have gone before you, you are now my little playthings, my slave girls. You know what a slave girl is, don’t you? Nod your head." They nodded their dazed heads, still sucking on my fingers. "You will have no more worries, no more fears. No need to go to that boring school. You are a slut now, a cum slut, and you will serve me with your body, and your friend's bodies."



"Don’t speak. Don’t protest. You surely are smart enough to know I am not going to let you go now. Not after all the time spent teaching you. I love having naked girls at my mercy, to torment and ravish again and again." "And don’t ask where you are, for it won’t be answered. Nowhere is as good an answer as any, for you are gone from the world you knew. In this world you are a sexual animal, a pet, not a human being. You have no rights, no will, no privileges. Even eating and drinking is done at my mercy. And you will be beaten for the slightest impertinence, for any disobedience, for showing a lack of effort."



Do you want to be beaten, to be whipped?" my temperate voice almost whispered. "You will be beaten and whipped, if only for my pleasure. But how often and how badly depends on your obedience. Will you obey?" They jerked their heads up and down in unison. "Good girls. Good little sluts," my voice said, soft and pleased. I looked up at the screen. "Do you see what lovely whores you are? How soft your flesh, how hard your nipples, how wet your cunts?" "You are in a new world now, little sluts. That is why I call you slut. Because in this world a slut is what you are, a whore who will bend and spread her legs instantly for anyone who wants her. Because that is the way this new world works. And if you hesitate – you will regret it. For you are slave girls now."



Class was over. Time for a test to see how well they had listened and learned.

Lessons To Be Learned: Duct Tape Usage

Are her eyes twinkling with anticipation, or filled with nervousness and fear?

Is she smiling with glee, or is her mouth held wide open under the duct tape, waiting for the heavily gummed tape to be ripped off and cum shot down her throat?

Is she on vacation (Igloo cooler?), or has she been bound in her Dom's garage, waiting for him to return?

A Dom's Art

“If you expect to serve me and be my slave, you will wait all night if necessary. You cum sluts are all the same, craving the cock. Maybe I should just leave, or maybe I should give you the pain you deserve. Hang there and think about your choices, but you will do as I command you."

The slut is easily swept into her Dom's world where she snatches her from her quiet, modest life, strips her like a whore, exhibits her in public and gives her the constant taste of punishment that she writes about in graphic detail. Though shocked by her terrifying descent into her savage fantasies, she finds herself unable to say no to his outrageous schemes. To even think "no" earns her the flog.

One minute L____ was laughing and drinking wine in the beach house with her friends, L__ and E____. Her best friends has now become her lovers, and each time they visit at the beach, the Dominant L__ takes her friends to their naturally submissive desires: bound, flogged and brutally used to transform their pain into sexual ecstasy, while they wait for their Dom.

Tell Me. What Do You See?

A defiant slut stares you down, yet she has waxed her pussy so that your cock will stay harder and give you extended pleasure. You have put her in a corset with her tits waiting to be clamped to remind her who's in charge. You know the type. Best to leash her before she even gets a chance to rebel. She is daring you to fuck her.

Looking down on your clamped slut, you love listening to her moan in ecstasy as the rope cuts into her clit, making her clamped nipples even that much harder. You only need to ease the rope aside to shove your cock in and have her screaming. Being bound has put her halfway there. Shoot your cum into that waiting face.

The whore has waited hours to be fucked. Every single twitch pulls the ropes tighter and makes the slut drool under her gag. She watches you, waiting for you to approach and bite her nipples before you clamp them. The rope cutting into her cunt lips is soaking wet. If you take your fingers and gently tug at the rope, she will cum all over it.

Haiku - September 6, 2007

The command to form

Pleased by my obedience

The writing begins