SF Slut

I have flown out West to attend a conference, and I was again in the city where a former friend resided. A few years ago, when I was here , we had met for dinner, and she flirted outrageously; drinking way too much wine and giving tart answers to anything I said to her. The kind of woman who eggs you on in a prolonged tease. She’s always been a bold, assertive one who likes for men to give her what she wants, and it always needs to be on her terms.


I’ve seen that so much in women, I knew I could have her hogtied and gagged in minutes if I wanted, but that night, I let it pass—secure in the knowledge of the slut that resides in every woman, just waiting for the right man to release it in her. I could have her when I wanted her. Word of my travels must have gotten out on that slut circuit of my women, because last night I heard a knock on my hotel door and there she was, wearing a black satin trench coat, black stockings, spiked up high heels. She was leaning on the doorframe and swinging two bottles of wine. “Gonna invite me in?” she said in a girly voice. “Or do I have to go back home and drink these alone?” I stared at her, gave a curt nod, then stood aside as she made her way in. She had two wine glasses jutting out of each pocket of her coat, and she put those on the bureau with the bottles of drink. While her back was to me, I came up behind her, brushed her hair aside and bit her neck, while pulling her ass back into my rigid cock.



I could feel her lift up like she wanted me to fuck her through our clothes. I wrapped my hand around the front of her neck and spoke with my mouth pressed to her hair, “We do this by my rules tonight, slut. After all of these years, are you finally ready to obey me, you teasing cunt?” She started to speak and get into one of her lengthy explanations and I said, “Silence. You are only going to speak when I tell you to. You are going to obey every command I give you. Do you think you can do that? Do you have enough control over your own impulses to do this? Because if you fail…if you cannot obey me, you will not receive my cock. I am very serious about this. You. Will. Not. Receive. The. Cock.” Think before you open your mouth again. Understood?” She opened her mouth, impulsive as ever, stopped, then nodded. “Excellent,” I said.



I opened the wine and poured two glasses. I sipped. She downed hers very quickly, still the greedy little whore. As soon as she was done, I had her remove her trench coat. She had on a low cut black jersey dress with her tits shown off. “What are you wearing under that,” I asked. She started to speak, then paused again. “A bustier, lace topped hose and a thong.” "In the future, you should never wear a thong. Dom’s like to be able to fuck their sluts at a moment’s notice and your cunt must always be exposed and ready for me. There is another part of your body that I must always be able to access."



"Open your mouth." She did, but stuck her tongue out at me. "Slut? You are going to pay for that disobedience. I walked over and opened the top bureau drawer and went back over to her. "Open your mouth again, whore." She did and this time I inserted a black leather penis into her mouth, then got behind her to adjust the buckle and strap, binding it securely. She was screaming under the gag, but every time she screamed, it shoved the leather cock further into the back of her throat, so she would scream, stop, scream and stop. Very effective training.



"I haven't decided if you will receive my cock or not, whore, but in the meantime, that shape in your mouth will be a constant, nagging reminder of what you may receive...or may not. We shall see." I took her into the hotel bathroom and strung her up on the shower rod with my belt. I propped up on the bed, sipping my wine and glancing periodically into the bathroom. I could tell the strain of being strung up was taking it's toll, but it was good discipline for her.



My other sluts had been through far worse in their initial training, but then, they were natural born sluts and it came so easy to them. Their stillness under the rope was amazing. I went back to the bureau and laid out a few things, then went to retrieve the slut. She gasped as I lowered her down. I put a collar around her neck, and a leash, and led her back into the bedroom. Her heels were so high she could barely walk in them and was taking tiny steps which only made her throw her hips out more side to side.



I came up in front of her and looked down. I picked up a strand of her hair and ran it between my fingers and she tried to push into me. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and said, "This will tease my cock nicely." She yanked back, but I pulled her back to me with a "Stand still, cunt." She stayed very, very still with her eyes growing large. "Lower your eyes." She did. I went behind her and pulled her arms around her back, palms and fingers facing outward. I pressed my rigid cock into her cupped hands and ran them up and down me.



She was moaning and trying to lean into me. Her hands squeezed at my cock, and I wanted to explode, but I checked myself. I learned some time ago the discipline of the orgasm and how much more powerful a contained orgasm could be. My own sluts went for years without orgasm. If it occurred during their dreaming time, that was beyond their control, but during waking hours, they knew to be in readiness of my cock. There were many times they still didn't have an orgasm, even when with me. They knew my orgasm was of paramount importance, and their role was to service me. Their orgasm came from me alone.



"I want you to go over to the bed and lie on it." She obeyed. I looked down at her. "Now spread out your legs and your arms." She moved quickly. "Very good, whore." I walked over to the bureau and got rope and scissors. "Have you ever been bound, you teasing slut?" She shook her head "no," and she was shaking. I bound her wrists to the bed, then her ankles, until I had a bound cum slut waiting to be fucked. "I am going to rape you tonight, you teasing slut. You know you've wanted this for a long time." She reared up and pulled at the ropes.



"Be still, whore. You know you have wanted my cock for years." She turned her head to the side. "And no false modesty from you, slut. Look at me. She looked deep into my eyes. I leaned down over her and ran the scissors along the side of her neck and she screamed again. "Oh yes. This will be pleasurable, indeed. Cutting off your clothes, bit by bit, exposing those big tits of yours, tits I will fuck with my cock. Clamping your nipples and torturing them. Perhaps I may set a vibrating dildo into that dripping cunt of yours and watch you cum while I pleasure myself. So many choices, and we have all night."

I placed myself next to her on the bed, and I lowered her gag, easing the leather penis out of her mouth. I put my finger into her mouth. "Suck, bitch." She began sucking vigorously with a lot of pull. My cock tingled in response. "You want that cock, don't you whore?" She nodded, and I could hear her breathing becoming more rapid. I took the scissors and began cutting into her dress. "NO!" she screamed out. I pressed my face into hers and said nothing. I gave her a heavy gaze and she compressed her lips. I resumed cutting.



Soon her breasts were exposed under the ragged circles of missing cloth, and I ran the scissor tips across her nipples "OH!" she cried out. I shook my head "no," and she bit her lips. I reached over and got two clothes pins on the nightstand and I put them on her erect nipples. She was screaming under compressed lips. "Don't tell me Miss Sophisticate has never been clamped." She had tears in her eyes and shook her head no. I continued cutting and exposed her abodomen, running the scissors down her torso. Then I leaned in and bit each nipple. She cried out again, but I knew she loved it.



"Are you ready to be raped, slut? Raped in your mouth? Raped between your tits? Raped in your cunt?" "What would your little chat girlfriends think of you now? You know they are my sluts, don't you? No? Surely you've heard the talk and put it together. They are totally obedient to me. For years we have speculated when you would join them. She looked puzzled. One she knew of, but two, or three...or more? "I may just have to fly you back with me and put all of you in bed together and see what develops." Have you watch me fuck them. Have them watch me fuck you. What do you think of that?" She turned her head away again.



I lifted her head up and put a blindfold on her. "Learn to use your senses, whore." I got up and undressed, then lowered my naked body down on top of hers. She writhed up trying to shove her dripping cunt over my cock. I yanked back, teasing her with my rigid purple cock. I held it and ran it over her cunt lips. I took the cock and placed it near her mouth. She was constantly trying to get at it, but each time I would pull away, and I could sense her increased frustration.



"I think, for the moment, you are going to pleasure my cock and watch me cum. Have you ever seen a man cum?" She shook her head "no," and I believed her. She was used to controlling fucking, not the other way around. I removed her blindfold. I took some oil into the palm of my hand and massaged my cock, making noises of pleasure as I watched her twist within her ropes, trying to get at me. Precum formed on the tip of my cock, and I took my finger and gathered it to run across each nipple. I began stroking my cock and her eyes were glued to it. She could look at nothing else.



The boundaries of the room and it's confines had disappeared. It was a man and a bound cum slut on a bed. A Dominant and his submissive whore. A head of lush black hair, ready to be wrapped around my cock. Eyes boring into my cock, starved for it. Huge tits with hard nipples that I knew had to be agony under the wooden clamps of the pins, and her starved cunt wanting the cock inside her. She had wanted my cock for years. She would have it tonight, and then she would join the ranks of her cum slut sisters.

Campus Cunts

The nature of my work, (and its mobility and freedom,) allow me to move across geography known for it’s universities, colleges and campus life. Recently I had to be back in the area of my own education, and I knew it well. Signs may change over the shops, but the businesses attending to youth remain the same: photocopying shops, bars, books, clothing. I walked across my old campus and entered the library to do some research. Its height gave me a full view of the quad and the scantily clad beauties walking about taking advantage of the warming weather.




One of my newer sluts was housed here. I made a note to text her later, perhaps meet for drinks and then a night of tormenting her cunt before releasing my cock. Looking down, I could see the blossoming young sluts, jeans barely covering their pussies, cutting into thinly veiled clits and tits, or that hot little mini skirt number, probably not even wearing panties, the little cunt. The day progressed, work was finalized, and I texted my campus sub, “Meet me at The Pub over on Pleasant Street in one hour.” She immediately texted back, “Sir. I forget to tell you. I have a roommate now. May I bring her along?” I texted back, with a smile playing across my face, “Bring this slut to me.” “Yes, Sir,” her message popped back.




When I walked into the pub, I saw the two brunette roomies at a corner table, already having their glasses of red wine and watching the door for me. I nodded at my slut and took a seat. “Introduce me to your friend.” I had to half wonder if my sub had told this girl what it was that I did to her. Women were always communicating these things, and this one had curious eyes...and huge tits. I still considered my slut in training. She knew some things, but she had a long way to go.



I wondered what experiences her roommate had been through with other men. You never knew what went on in a campus dorm room. I thought about my own past, late one drunken night, getting a blow job from my then girlfriend, while her roommate sat opposite us, staring into my eyes, watching us and playing with herself. Now there was a missed opportunity. I should have forced that slut’s mouth onto my cock that night. I was hard just remembering it.




“Finish your drinks." "Yes, Sir," my slut replied, and I saw the look on her roommate's face at hearing "Sir." As we walked back through the quiet town, my slut kept slipping into my side, the effects of too much wine too quickly. The girls were giggling. That would end soon enough. We got back into the apartment, I was shown the additions to the décor, and the new slut’s bedroom. “Very tasteful,” I said. “I see you have a headboard with slats. Those can come in handy.” “What do you mean?,” she asked, genuinely puzzled. “I can teach you many ways to utilize them. Further your education.” She hung her head and blushed. Very good. The movement of a true, natural born submissive.



We went back into the living room, and my slut adjusted the lights. I thought, “These sluts could be sisters. Both girls have long, dark hair. Both more or less the same height, only one had blue eyes, and one green.” Both had huge tits, and I couldn't wait to clamp them onto each other. Small petite sluts and big tits. An irresistible combination.

I walked over to my slut and kissed her, shoving my tongue down her throat. As I did this, I grabbed her nipple and twisted it, and she screamed out into my mouth which still covered hers. I heard her roommate gasp. I looked up. “You’ve never seen a submissive handled by her Dominant? Do you even know what that means?” She shook her head no. "Then stand and watch." I ripped open my sub’s blouse and tossed it aside. I pulled her bra down and exposed her tits, already showing signs of sun. The slut was probably laying out on the grass of the quad with the other sluts, showing her tits to the world. Let her roommate learn.



"Stand there whore and show your tits.” I casually walked into the bedroom and gathered up my sub’s items from her bureau drawer. I also grabbed a bottle of oil. Coming back into the living room, I ran a leather strap across the sub and squirted oil onto her chest. “Come over here and rub this oil into your roommates tits,” I ordered. “WHAT?,” she said. “You heard me, whore.” She came over and looked with a question at her friend. The sub’s eyes said it all. “Do it.” “Wait,” I said. I walked over and strapped a ball gag into her mouth. I want to see you drool as you have your tits played with. I sat down to watch my sub’s nipples standing out as they got rubbed, her head tilted back exposing her throat and mouth, right now full of gag, but soon full of my cock.





“Do you want to join your friend? Aren’t you curious?,” I asked the roommate. She couldn’t make eye contact and she was breathing heavily. "Get over here." I grabbed her by the hair and forced her face into the sub’s tits. “Bite her nipples. Bite them hard.” She squealed, but I pulled at her hair. She bit all right.




Four hours later, I examined my handiwork: both girls stood facing each other, their small frames rested solely on the tips of their toes. The small of their calves were taut, tracing their legs up to their small rounded asses and wispy waists. Their brunette hair tumbled onto ample tits where beads of sweat showed from the strain. Their nipples stood erect, clamped, red, and sore. The main cause of this was my ingenious handiwork with clamps covered by clothespins, then duct tape. I could tell they wanted to twist their bodies to slacken the pressure and soothe their sore muscles. Even in their fatigued state, I watched their heads turn and follow me as I moved around the room.



I walked over and grabbed a tit in each hand and twisted. They cried out through their gags and tried to twist away. My sub was trying to speak under her gag. I lowered it. “Please, Sir, don’t do this to her.” A tear trickled down her cheek. I leaned over and licked it. I turned to the other girl and flashed a contented, defiant grin as if saying, “See, I can do as I please.” “Open your legs, sub.” I took my knee and forced the roommates legs apart. I reached for a vibrator and shoved it up her cunt, covering it with duct tape to secure it. I removed her gag and said, “Now lie there on the floor next to your friend.” She obeyed. A fast learner.

I took a chair and forced my sub to bend over it. “We are going to try something new, slut.” I reached into my briefcase and found the item I was looking for. A spider gag. Metal prongs, like a spiders legs, that cut into the mouth’s tender flesh and a metal ring that forced the mouth open. Open to drool when it saw my rigid cock. Open to receive my cock as I face fucked her. I put this new gag on the sub and stood back to observe how it cut into her cheeks. It needed something else. I went back to the bag and removed a clothespin from an index card. “Stick out your tongue, whore.” She obeyed.




I clamped her tongue and the drool was streaming down, landing onto her friend’s tits. These girls were perfect. I went to the table and reached for a flogger and starting ripping into the slut’s ass. I looked down at her friend beneath her. “Learn the pleasure pain produces in your friend. Feel her drool land on your tits. Soon it will be my cum falling on them.” As I started punishing the whore’s ass, I said, “You are a slut. A natural born cum slut. Not just a cum slut, but a slut whore.” Even bound as she was, the bitch looked up at me, trying to seduce me with her eyes. I lashed at her cunt lips. Both girls screamed.




I removed the pin and jammed my cock into the sub’s mouth. “Receive my cock, whore, and do not suck it.” The roommate was twisting beneath her, trying to escape the vibrator. I saw wetness running down her thighs. “You are both filthy, dripping sluts.” With that I proceeded to face fuck my sub, shoving my rigid cock deeper into her mouth and throat as she made gagging noises, drool still dropping onto her friend.




I reached down and roughly squeezed her clamped tits, pinching them harder. The sub screamed out in pain. It sounded like “No,” but her mouth was full of cock. I pushed her tits together and took my cock out of her mouth and started tit fucking her, the head of the cock protruding out of the tops of her tits with every thrust. “Is your mouth hurting you, cunt?” She nodded yes. "Tomorrow I will be gone, but your mouth will remember my cock, and the pain. You will carry the pain for days afterwards, remembering me. It keeps my sub loyal and obedient, doesn’t it slut?” She silently nodded yes.




I would be back. I would have both of these sluts as my subs. I would train them both, and I smiled at the thought. “Slut?” They both looked at me. “You are both sluts. You are both whores. You both want my cock. You both will obey my cock and my commands. You are sluts. You can never change. You were born cum sluts. I will teach you further, and you will learn. “Yes, yes yes,” they shook their heads vigorously. I let out a laugh. “Now lie there while I fuck your friend in the mouth. She will lick up the cum that lands on your tits and cunt. You will learn what I have to teach. You will learn to behave. You will learn to behave as an obedient cum slut. You think you are getting an education at this school? I will teach you your true education."




I proceed to fuck my sub, and her freed mouth sucked hard at the cock, pulling hard to get all of the cum up and shooting out. I exploded with these two girls bent to my will. “Now lick up the cum, whore.” My sub crawled down and began lapping up my hot cum off her friends face, tits and cunt. “Get every drop.” When she was done, and I had both girls kneeling before me, eyes downcast, arms behind them to thrust out their tits, I said, “Are you going to study and learn….learn how to be the very best submissives you can be for me?”

“Yes. Teach us, Dom. We want to learn.”


“You will obey me?”


“We will obey you.”



"Go into the bedrooms, sluts." They stiffly rose, limbs sore and weak, red marks on their flesh, massaging tightened joints. “Let’s go sluts. This is continuing ed. You won’t have scheduled classes. You will learn when I tell you to learn, and you will remember your lessons. Failure to do so means you do not get the cock. Do you understand me?"




They walked unsteadily toward the bedroom. I took the cane and whipped them both across the ass. They jumped with the shock and turned around. “Stand there, sluts and put your hands on your head. Let us try this again. I will keep doing it until you can keep still.” After three more attempts, they were finally able to take the beating. Walking into the bedroom they locked her fingers tightly around one another and held her hands close to her head, even wrapping her hair around them to prevent their instinctive movement. My conjoined sluts. Now to see that the new roomie understood about her bed slats, and rope, and being tied tit to tit. Many more lessons to come.

Gifts

The best gifts for my Dom?

1) Sluts to do your total bidding at all times

2) Wearing a ring gag and drooling onto your cock

3) Sluts detailing your car with hot soapy water wearing nothing but gags, nipple clamps and collars

4) Taking sluts to the woods and whipping their tits with pine branches

5) Nutella in a hot tub being licked off your cock and nipples

6) Two sluts bound in the same bed, tit to tit with their gags and collars joined, lying there silently and waiting for you

7) Placing you on warmed towels and rubbing your body with warmed oils with cum sluts that are gagged and blindfolded

8) Binding a slut to her bedroom window with suction cup cuffs, spread eagled, then returning to your beach house and viewing her through a high powered telescope

9) Having a naked obedient slut kneeling under your work desk, arms held behind her, eyes downcast. Waiting.

10) Five tongues fighting around gags to lick at your cock, each tongue pushing and fighting for the privilege of licking the edge of the tip.

11) Having your slut stand in her room, arms bounds tightly with matched elbows, head bowed as you cut off her clothing

12) Stuffing cut panties into a new slut’s mouth to silence her

13) Having sluts in a row, presenting their tits to you

14) Feeling your cum slut’s tongue split the slit in your cock and probe her tongue inside

15) Whores wearing a rainbow of tightly bound corsets, which you proceed to rip down, exposing lifted tits while they gasp for breath under the tight lacings

16) Shooting cum into your whore’s mouth while she sucks you underwater in your hot tub

17) Playing with your cum slut’s swollen clit under a restaurant table in a crowded room and forbidding her to move or moan

18) Fucking a bound and gagged slut in the beach dunes at high noon during the peak of summer

19) Taking sluts to a sex shop and trying collars on them in the main shopping room. Taking them outside to see how they look in daylight.

20) Raping your favorite slut in a parking lot, off on a hummock of grass and tree, ripping open her blouse and clamping your hand over her mouth as you fuck her

21) Taking three sluts to lunch after inserting wireless vibrating eggs in their cunts, and you have the remote.

22) Going with the sluts to see them get their pussies waxed and how they pull their pussy lips open to the waxer so that she may get all of their little hairs. Flicking your finger along their clits when she is done.

23) A ring of kneeling collared sluts, and you walk around the circle where each slut sucks you at your command

24) Watching your two bound whores tied up tongue to cunt as you order them to lick each others pussies

25) Having two sluts hung up with rope in your outdoor shower, gagged with duct tape

26) Seeing the red welts on your whore’s ass and tits and remembering her screams

27) Biting cum slut’s nipples so hard with your teeth, her nipples go numb for a week

28) Taking your whore to a city park and having her sit on a bench with her legs spread showing her open bare pussy

29) Binding the sluts tits so tight with rope that they turn purple with blood

30) Watching two sluts kneeling ass to ass fucking with a double headed dildo as you command them to speed it up or slow it down

31) Tying two sluts from beams in the ceiling and have their clits clamped together and their legs spread, feet on tiptoe so that if they move in the slightest, they pull each others clits

32) Leaving a slut bound to an outdoor deck beam, demanding she prove to you through her begging that she is worthy to receive your cock

33) Having your bound sluts left in a room with a camera recording their every move while you sit elsewhere watching them, occasionally texting them ordering them what to do next

34) Tormenting your slut’s pussy lips and nipples with clothes pins Make her go outside and hang laundry, wearing them

35) Sitting in a room with your slut. Her wrists cuffed. Ordered her to create a story especially for you, based on what you tell her, and using the art work you have chosen.

36) Have your sluts create a cottage industry of hand crafted floggers and whips. Watch them test them on each other.

37) Torment your sluts by making them watch you cum, screaming under their gags for the cock, then make them crawl around the room, fighting to lick the last drop of spilled cum off of every surface, including your flesh

38) Haul your bound sluts out of the house by their hair and throw them in the back floor of the SUV, then drive around listening to them thrash and moan as you drive through the city. Glance in your rearview mirror to see the city lights reflected on their bare flesh.

39) Make your sluts douche with a drying agent like alum, then rape them until the tightness of their fuck channels is flooded with your monster load of cum.

40) Fuck one cunt behind locked doors while listening to her sister whores pounding on the door demanding that it be opened so that you fuck them instead

41) Admire the steady stream of dripping cum sliding out of your whore’s mouth in the late afternoon sun.

42) Lie your slut across your coffee table, arms and legs bound to each leg, pussy exposed, while you sit on the sofa, legs and feet on her naked body, watching television

43) Oil your sluts tits and fuck them with your cock, shooting cum all over her tits and waiting mouth

44) Melt wax onto your slut’s bare body then prop candles in each pool. Light them, lean down, make a wish and blow the candles out. Listen to her screams under her gag as the hot wax hits her flesh.

Bondage 101

The alarm sounded loudly, and I reached over to slam the snooze button on the clock. I lifted my head from my pillow and looked at the glowing red numbers. 6:45 a.m. I had transferred here from another college, and I had to pick up classes as I could get them, mostly the early ones that no one else wanted to attend. I needed to make an eight o’clock class and then I would be free until noon. That should give me time to get acclimated to a new campus and finding my way around. No lounging this morning. I immediately popped out of bed and put on a pot of coffee before jumping into the shower. I was still waiting for my belongings to arrive so there wasn't much to study in my closet while looking for something to wear. I wanted to blend in, but all I could find was a button down blouse that seemed a tad tight, and a skirt that was too short for this conservative school. It was going to have to do.

I took a last sip of coffee, brushed my hair and teeth, grabbed my books and headed out the door. The sun was low but rising between the buildings on campus, and there weren’t many people around at that hour. I know it wasn’t my choice to be out at dawn, but it was time to get down to business and prove myself in this new setting. I had a map of the campus, and I studied it as my books shifted about in my arms. I found the building and went down a darkened corridor, not seeing any obvious room numbers. I knew many classes weren’t held at such an early time, so I was just going to have to find a room with people in it, and I should be in my class. At least I knew I was in the correct building. I hoped I would make some new friends and that I would like my professor. I heard voices at the end of the hall and I entered the room.

The professor smiled as I came into the class and he said, “You must be Rebecca. Please take a seat at the front of the class, as we are starting today with a demonstration, and I’d like for you to be my assistant in this lesson." “Of course, Professor Adams,” I said, putting my books under my chair and sitting down. "Class? This is Rebecca, and she has transferred from another school. This is a good time to demonstrate what you do when you have a new untrained sub." With that he shoved a rubber ball with leather straps dangling from it's sides into my mouth. I leapt up from my chair, but he shoved me down again and said, “Obey, slut and learn!” Standing behind me, he adjusted the straps with a buckle, pulling tightly, and lifting my hair to the side to make sure things were secured. Then he fluffed my hair back out over the strap.


“Sit upright, whore.” I looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to speak under the gag but it was a mumble. I tried shoving the ball out with my tongue, but it wouldn't budge. The Professor gathered lengths of rope and started binding my arms to the chair arms and my legs were forced open. I felt the rope cut into my flesh. It strained and it hurt. I knew my classmates could see my exposed panties, and I was ashamed, because I knew they were moist with the shock of these alien things on my flesh. I felt helpless and embarrassed, but my classmates just sat and scribbled into their notebooks while the professor walked over to a board and started drawing knot diagrams as a means of explanation to binding a cum slut. I had never heard such language from a professor. No one seemed shocked.


“Please note, class, that with a true cum slut, just the feel of rope on her flesh, or the gag in her mouth, will create wetness.” He tilted my head back and to the side so that a string of drool showed trickling down my mouth. I blushed deeply. “The rope will also produce the same effect on other body parts,” and with that the professor took a pointer and touched my pussy with its tip to show the wetness. The students took more notes. Next came a padded blindfold with an elastic strap to it. This went over my eyes. I turned my head to hear Professor Adams say, “Darkness is erotic. The padding of the blindfold prevents any light from coming in, and no amount of struggle or shifting will make this come off, not without serious effort." I felt the pointer near my face. "Please make a note how still a whore becomes once bound. This is the mark of a true cum slut."

“Also. Remember that when you use rope, it is best to burn the ends as they tend to fray, and you wish your work to be as neat and precise as possible." He drew more diagrams on the board, and he then held up a rope end and fired it with a lighter, to show the proper technique.

"As for gags, there are many models, and you will need to study Chapters Two and Ten to learn the various types. There is also an Appendix IV in the back of your textbook. I expect you to be proficient in the use of all of them before this class is over. You will discover penis shaped gags, leather gags, rubber gags as Rebecca is wearing, gel gags, dildo gags. Then there are ring gags that leave the mouth open and promote the maximum drool. The slut will not be able to stop drool from forming, or from keeping the drool from threading onto her tits. This is ideal. I do recommend, however, that you begin your subs with a standard rubber ball gag to train the mouth for more advanced techniques and items. We won’t get to ring gags until later in the semester, and there will be lab work."


"I want each pupil to study the syllabus I have put together, so you are prepared for class when you arrive, and I want you to do some outside reading, as we will have a lot of material to cover—more than can be discussed in the allowed class time. For example, you will note that Rebecca is wearing lingerie. While lingerie can incite the imagination, your ultimate goal is to have your whore naked so that she is always in a ready state for you. Nudity emphasizes her helplessness and submissiveness, but more importantly, it leaves her in a prepared state to be fucked. Life is exposure, raw and lusty."

"Many find the ways of bondage to be dark and twisted. Notice how Rebecca here is blindfolded. Her mind must compensate for her lack of vision. She if forced to focus on my voice. Do you see how she turns her head to follow me?" I could hear the Professor walking around behind me. "She is fully concentrated, and this is the ideal state for a cum slut to remain. Even if a slut considers herself to be a strong person, both mentally and physically, bondage allows her to lower her defenses and indulge in her submissive side, learning hidden…secret….unknown strengths." I could hear the scritching sounds of pencils taking notes.

I struggled against the rope. I tried to speak under the gag. Professor Adams came over and lowered the gag out of my sore, raw mouth. “You have a question, slut?” “Sir? Is this Sociology 101?” “Why no,” he replied. "Let me check my enrollment list. Your name is on it. They must have made an error at registration. You will need to go over to the Administration Building to get this corrected. I do wish you would stay, however, as I think you would learn all you need to know about humanity in this class.” I stared into his eyes. They bore right into me. The Professor untied me, and I went and took a seat with my classmates. I opened my notebook as he continued to lecture, bringing another eager student to the front of the class.

Conversation Between A Dom And His Slut

Slut: When I saw this picture, I thought of you.


The Dom: Too simple. And where the slut's ball gag? Collar? Exposed and clamped nipples? Panties? How dare the slut...


Slut: He did not have a bag gag handy, and she has never used one before. He took off his necktie to teach the slut the sensation of being blindfolded. Obviously, his next move will be to bind her arms with his necktie, then cut her panties off and shove them into her mouth to silence her.


Slut: If that were you, Sir, you would bite her neck. She would writhe with passion and grind her ass back into you, feel your rigid cock, scream out, and this would demand she be taught how to be a cum slut. You would draw your cock away from her twisting cunt and ass, grab her shoulders, and teach her obedience. No hands allowed to grab at the cock, shoulders bound, her pussy exposed and dripping, and her mouth full of panties. Blindfolded, she would become very still and listen to every word of command you had for her.

Slut: I speak from experience.

Bondage 101: The First Day Of Rope Class

The slut should have fear in her eyes. She showed up to the wrong class and became the unwilling model (hence the gag). The class didn't realize her protests were real; they though it was part of the scene...
in British Columbia, Canada, is hosting a special seminar entitled "Bondage 101" to teach participants how to use ropes safely in a sexual context.

UVIC Pride is the sponsoring organization, a group dedicated to "representing queer, trans and intersex people and allies on campus," according to its website.

A recent e-mail sent from UVIC Pride provides the details of the "hands-on" class, complete with instruction on what type of rope to bring to the session. The three-hour seminar is scheduled for the evening of Oct. 22 and costs each participating couple $15.

The informational e-mail said, in part:


With the Bondage 101 workshop just around the corner here's what you need to know:

You will be working with a partner for the duration of this workshop, and it will be hands-on and interactive. The cost of this workshop will be $15 dollars a couple/pair (cost will not be a barrier to participation). Maximum of 15 pairs. If you are late you may miss out on some of the fundamentals, so please try to be on time.

You will need to bring the following items:
100' of 3/8" braided rope, cut into 1x50 and 2x25 pieces, ends finished with whipping or burned or tape (temporarily). Rope can be nylon. Other options: 1/4 to 1/2 inch also works; 1/2 inch is bulky, 1/4 cuts a bit much when tight. Cotton rope (sash cord) or other synthetics (not polypropylene) are OK. Hemp (6-8mm) would be wonderful. Twisted rather than braided is also OK.

* Please have these lengths pre-cut and remember to tape your ends before cutting them.

** Canadian Tire or marine store is the easiest place to purchase your rope. Braided nylon rope will run you around $.18/foot.


Please bring a blanket and/or padding for the floor. Sleeping bags work nicely as do foamies. A kneeling pillow or cushion is also a good thing to have for any of you that are not as young as you used to be!

Please dress in suitable attire for rope work. Loose, baggy garments can get in the way of ropes and tight, constricting clothing is totally unsuitable. Body suits, leotards, bathing suits are all excellent choices ... nudity is fun too but won't be an option until after the workshop when you go home. ... *wink*

The workshop is being facilitated by Fisherman and Ralph, local bondage aficionado's/experts from the Sagacity Group of Victoria. Thanks guys!

You will be learning the way of the rope and rope safety skills. Come prepared to participate!!
Michael Joyce, chairman of UVIC Pride, told WorldNetDaily this is the first time Bondage 101 has been offered at the university.

Joyce explained that the local group Sagacity runs the class and that "they also offer a Bondage 102 for only those who have taken 101, as the skills build with each workshop. [Bondage 101] focuses on rope work only."

He says the event, which is open to participants of all sexual orientations, is not meant to be part of the university's curriculum.

"This is an informal, fun event," he said. "It is not an official University of Victoria class. It is a one-day workshop."

Joyce pointed out the university does not subsidize the event and that the class fees go to the Sagacity instructors. Sagacity describes itself on its website as "a place where folks that enjoy BDSM, alternative lifestyles, kink and fetish gather to talk, laugh, socialize, share, and learn. At Sagacity, we welcome each and every individual and rejoice in sharing our experiences and friendships."

According to Joyce, no one at the University of Victoria has expressed opposition to the class, but there "was concern about safety and liability."

Sorority Sluts

For you to understand this story, you must know that we are a secret sorority, and we continue to engage in the forbidden practice of hazing our Pledges. We call ourselves Beta Sigma Mu, but most don't realize those are the Greek initials that we use to cover our true interest in Bondage: Sado-Masochism.



In order to join our sorority, our Pledges must agree to be exposed publicly on campus late at night while their sorority sisters stand in a circle, egging them on to perform various acts to show they can be trusted with the secrets of the sorority. More importantly, they will meet and gain knowledge for the first time of the one the girls call “The Trainer.”

Unknown to the Pledges, he is the man who will become their Dom. All of the girls in the sorority have to go through this process of public humiliation: to prove they can obey the rules not only for their future success in the sorority group, but also in college studies and then in life.

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The evening would begin with standard fare: the Pledges proving they knew the words to the sorority songs, showing their tits to their sisters, having their cunts shaved by their future sisters at the sorority house. Once the girls entered the central quad of the campus at 3 a.m. they would be wearing black academic gowns, easily unzipped, and they would be naked underneath except for garter belts, nylons and high heels.



The Pledges would have their bras on, and they have been ordered to wear their most expensive, prettiest things: lingerie that reflected their good taste and worthiness for "The Trainer," for they would someday be his property—if they succeeded.


Cassandra, the young red-haired girl, was excited on Pledge Night. She had always wanted to have a sister, and now she might have many, if only she could prove worthy of what was asked of her. She knew she was going to try very hard. She walked down the hall to her dorm shower and threw off her bathrobe, running into the shower, her scarlet hair and cunt glowing in the late afternoon sun that came through the windows.



She not only wanted to look her best, she wanted to smell her best. She pulled her scarlet hair high on the back of her head and used a clasp to keep it out of the water's spray. As the hot stream of water hit her quivering body, Cassandra nervously washed every subtle curve and crevice of her pink body, using her favorite scented soap. After patting herself dry, she dusted herself with a fine layer of talc, loving that it made her skin feel like silk. She glowed radiantly.

Returning to her room, she opened the bureau drawer and sat on the edge of her bed, gently pulling on the sheer, lace-topped stockings, attaching them to the garter belt nubs. She chose to wear ivory tonight, because she viewed this ritual as a purification and the beginning of a new life for herself. She loved wearing lavender, as it set off her coloring so beautifully, but ivory it was. She wanted so much to learn new things and be part of something greater.



She had a beautiful brassiere that was a wisp of tulle and lace. As she hooked the brassiere in the back, Cassy noted that her breasts were thrust out. She looked at herself in the mirror and wondered if it was too revealing, as you could see her pink nipples peeking through the sheer fabric. Her nipples were very hard, but she knew she was just nervous in wanting to succeed tonight. She found a lovely pair of pale stilettos with straps, and she adjusted these and then twisted her image in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect. She could not fail. She would not fail. She was determined.


Walking to the sorority house in only lingerie, covered by her academic gown, she felt wetness seeping down along the inner part of her thigh, and she stopped in a public restroom to wipe it off. It wouldn't do to arrive with stains or wet marks showing on her gown. When she entered the house, she had to use a secret knock, and the door opened into a darkened room, only lit by candles. The energy was high as girls ran up and down the stairs, calling out to each other, tossing panties and bras down the stair well to each other, running from room to room and parading their bodies to each other.



How she wished to be part of this happy union. She was shocked to see some girls, standing in front of a full length mirror in the parlor, facing each other, and rouging each other's nipples. One girl flicked her manicured nails over the edge of the nibs, to make then jut out and stay out. Another took an ice cube from a drink and twirled it around her Sister's nipple, as her Sister shuddered in delight. "That will keep them up all night," she heard the girl say. "Don't worry," her friend said. "They never drop."


She saw some girls taking backpacks and loading them with things she had only heard about in the dorm: dildoes, vibrators...some with dual heads, but other things she didn't know at all: straps with balls on them, what appeared to be blindfolds, and lengths of leather with hooks and buckles. Also chains with odd shaped metal bits on the end.



She realized her cunt was becoming even more wet, and she excused herself to the bathroom to again wipe herself down. This was seriously embarrassing. What if the girls saw and felt she had failed the tests? In her Pledge Rules Book, Cassandra remembered reading that this night was just the beginning of "The Process." Somehow she equated the words "The Process" with her becoming a mature woman. Her future sorority sisters had both warned about her about "The Process," but also told her she should look forward to it. . Even as she was filled with anxiety and apprehension, especially after being matter-of-factly how little she would be wearing publicly, she was filled with resolve, and the mantra kept repeating in her mind, "I have to get into this sorority."




A brunette appeared before Cassandra and led her to a side room. She was ordered to remove her robe and lie on towels. Delicate hands with french nails applied perfumed liquid gel onto her pussy, and she watched as the girl shaved away her public hair, revealing her cherry red pussy lips. She felt so exposed. She was ordered to pry open her lips so the girl could get inside. Other sisters approached to help out.



The Junior and Senior sisters took turns playing with Cassandra’s exposed pussy. There was only a narrow opening, but it was large enough to tug and pull the inner lips out of hiding. Two of the sisters handled tweezers and plucked pubic hairs one by one. All of Cassy’s emotions and senses seemed heightened, and she wanted to cry out in a dizzying mixture of shock and sexual arousal. Such a small tool and such a delicate target, but so much intense little pain streaked along her pussy lips.


Cassy’s breathing labored, and she told herself to slow her breathing down. It was difficult when one of the sisters was handed a soft cat o' nine tails and instructed to aim for her most vulnerable spot. Without hesitation, the cat's braids came crashing down on her pussy. Cassandra prayed she would not explode in orgasm.



The brunette took her finger and flicked at Cassy's clit. It responded by swelling and glistening outside the lips like a pearl. The girl looked deep into Cassy's eyes and said, "I wish I could suck on your clit and flick my tongue into your cunt. I'll bet you would like that, wouldn't you?" Cassandra turned deep red and turned her head away. "Pity, but there is much to be done before the night is over. Besides which, The Trainer will decide if your cunt is worthy or not.



There it was again. "The Trainer." Who was he? She asked. "Oh. You'll learn," the brunette replied and walked away. She called across her shoulder, "Put your robe back on and prepare to leave."



As Cassandra and the other women made their way to the quad, not a sound was heard, yet she felt as if a thousand eyes were watching. She knew these hazing nights were not only about obedience, but also about conquering your fear and showing you had the character and strength to make it into this exclusive club. This wasn’t freshmen giggling during a ceremony. This was a serious tradition.



Amazingly, Cassandra did hear a giggle erupt further ahead of her in line. She saw a tall figure step out of the shadows, followed by the sound of clothes being ripped, then a snapping sound like a furious whipping. There were no subsequent giggles. The row of silent women sheathed in black entered the center of the quad.



Cassandra reminded herself, even if she didn't know exactly what to expect before hand, that this is why she chosen this school: the scholarship opportunities and internships that the leadership promised were the prizes awaiting her. The promise of opportunity she told herself--remembering the strikes of the whip---this was why she had endured all of the mental tests and bizarre panel questioning of the sorority's president leading up to this moment.




The circle closed, and the first Pledge was taken into it’s center and ordered to drop her gown. She tried to cover herself, but the figure from the shadows came forth again and whispered, “Cease covering yourself.” She dropped her hands. Two sorority sisters came forth bearing a corset and began lacing the girl into it. “Make the laces tight,” she heard the male voice say. “I want her to know that she cannot move herself anymore. All of her future decisions and movements will be made for her.”


The girl gasped, then bit her lips as the laces were pulled in tighter, then tighter. Her arms were lifted up, and a velvet cuff was put around each wrist. A matching velvet collar was added, then a linked chain clasped to the ring in front. The sisters handed the chain to the man. Was this “The Trainer?” It had to be. His head was covered by the robe’s hood, and Cassy couldn’t see clearly in the darkened shadows.



He ordered the corseted girl to lift her arms. Cassandra heard the man say, “Higher, slut,” and her arms were raised up to the sky. The girls approached and put a spreader bar between her wrists, secured to each cuff, then cuffs were added to her ankles, and a spreader was put between her legs. She could see the Pledge’s flesh quivering in the effort to stay upright.





The girl was ordered to make her way, as best she could, back to her position within the circle. Cassandra was remembering her friends who cautioned her against trying to get into this group of people that she knew nothing about; that some of these sorority sisters had a bad reputation on campus, yet when asked specifics, no one would say a word, for fear of reprisal from The Trainer.



Cassandra, too, had heard strange, whispered tales about a few girls after getting into the club. After the first few weeks of sorority life, those girls never acted the same again at parties or football games. In her own mind, Cassy could see the faces of those who counseled her, but she tried to ignore them now, as she ignored them then. She had to maintain her focus. These were just urban legends--stories propagated by jealous girls, she told herself. Every house has its hazing practices.



The girls who do make it from this small sorority, would be privy to the best contacts, the best careers. Everyone knew that to be true. After Cassandra had received the invitation from Beta Sigma Mu to join, she had to at least try. When she was interviewed, the sisters had warned her that the tests were definitely unique and might be just a little frightening to most university freshmen. If she did pass the trials, however, she was told she could begin to meet with the "right" people about off-campus and career opportunities. Again, The Trainer’s name was evoked.




Cassandra stared across at the bound up girl. The black corset smashing into her waist and abdomen. All of that tugging and pulling to hook it and lace it. The wrists and ankles bearing the weight of those bars, forcing her flesh apart. The next Pledge entered the circle and she too was bound up, but she had a circular gag put into her mouth, and rope put around her breasts and ankles. The Trainer approached her, and with a shining instrument….a knife?



He cut out the nipple area of her bra, then put pinching things on the girl’s nipples, linked by a chain. At that point, a dozen sorority sisters approached with a variety of whips, some thin and innocent looking, some heavy and wide. Simultaneously, they began whipping the Pledge’s nipples. She saw the Pledge bite down into her gag, and a tear slide from the corner of her eye. She did not scream, however. This whipping lasted for a quarter of an hour.



Many other girls faced similar challenges. Hot wax was dripped on their naked flesh. Sorority girls bit their nipples. They had dildoes shoved into their pussies then secured in with duct tape. Now The Trainer nodded her way, and it was Cassandra’s turn to enter the ring.


She looked up into The Trainer’s eyes. She couldn’t really see them, but she heard his voice, “Eyes Down!” She lowered her eyes. He approached, and she became very frightened, and yet, very excited. He took Cassandra’s hand and pressed it into his robe. She felt his hardness. With his hand covering hers, he massaged his rigid cock. Cassandra wanted to drop to her knees. She wanted to task his cock. She was stunned. She didn’t even know this man.



The Trainer fingered her bra strap, then gently lowered it off her shoulder. He pushed the fabric of her brassiere down below her breasts, and her large milky white breast sprung forth, nipple erect, and Cassandra felt her face grow hot with shame. The Trainer’s finger came forth and grazed her nipple, then he lowered his head and bit it. She started to cry out, but he shoved a rubber ball into her mouth, attached to a leather strap, then ordered her to turn around. As she did so, he leaned in and bite her neck, at first just the slightly brushing of teeth, then a hard bite. He tightened the strap around on her neck, sweeping her red hair to the side.


“Turn around,” he ordered. She obeyed. “Look at that.” I think I have found a very worthy cum slut indeed. There is a cum slut in every woman, did you know that?” he asked. She nodded her head “no.” “Oh yes,” he replied, “and I can always find their need, even when they don’t know it exists.”


“You have aroused me, whore, and I will be looking for you again. You have done very well tonight. Cassandra fought the impulse to slide to her knees and press her lips into his covered cock. As if he could read her mind, The Trainer, opened his robe, revealing his oiled, rigid cock. He lowered the gag beneath her mouth and ordered her to open her mouth wide. “Do not dare to suck this cock, or you have failed. Do you understand? Nod if you do.” She nodded.



“Very good, slut.” He shoved Cassandra to her knees, then put his hard cock into Cassandra’s mouth and at first let it sit there. She fought the impulse to suck; an impulse that felt so natural. Soon he began pumping his cock deeper, then deeper into her receiving wetness. “Suck me,” he ordered. She sucked vigorously, staring at the cock as it grew increasingly purple with blood. Suddenly, The Trainer jerked his cock from her mouth, and with a few swift strokes, shot his cum all over her face. “You will wear this cum for the next three days. You are the newest member of Beta Sigma Mu. Now return to the circle and rejoin your sisters.

The Frenzy and Torment of a Cum Slut

My two “L” sluts were at the beach house. L__ and L__. Both brunette. One pale. One tawny.


One I had broken in to bondage, but I knew she was a natural and born to obey; just the way she took her finger and dipped it in my spilled cum the first time we were together, licking her finger and sucking it with this wicked gleam in her eye. The other “L”: a trained and practicing Domme. I had learned over time with my little Domme that you could always turn them once a cock factored into the equation. As much as I allowed her to play with her slaves on the side, she was always there for me to do my bidding.


Before I headed back to the city, I had taken a walk on the beach with Domme L, telling her what I wished for her to do so that L__ would be whipped into a frenzy for my cock upon my return. I texted Domme L before I left the city to return to them, so that when I arrived home, I found my sluts waiting for me as I had ordered. Thinking of what had transpired (and I knew Domme L and Slut L had obeyed), I could hear L___'s whimpers in my head. I had an erection the entire time I was driving toward my whores.


Domme L was in her thigh high leather boots and corset. L__ was naked except for high-heeled sandals that were a bit too small on her already small feet . Domme L had made her submit and placed red velvet cuffs on her wrists and ankles as directed. As I had demanded, she had diligently secured her nipples in the tight nooses that graced the ends of a foot long piece of nylon rope that I often use for this purpose.


Wisely, she had complied with my directions to tie the opposite end of a short length of coarse rope to the middle of the cord connecting her nipples. At the other end of the coarse rope was an 8-inch dowel. As directed, she had pulled the coarse rope between her legs and maintained a firm grasp of the dowel with both hands behind her back.


She even demonstrated some impressive Domme discipline in setting the knot rather high on the rope so that it stretched her nipples nicely and the rope pulled snuggly into her cunt. I loved seeing those big tits and nipples pulled taut. Domme L had fufilled her orders beautifully. I knew she had stuffed a black leather dildo up L__'s cunt.


She also set up a camera to document her preparations and to record her compliance with my orders, so that I could be propped up in bed with the remote and replay L__’s continued rhythmically tugging her large oiled nipples and rubbing her cunt with the rope she was holding behind her back. It was also there to let me know if she failed to resist the need to cum as she teased her clit with the coarse rope.


All of my sluts knew they were not allowed to cum unless I permitted them to do so. I had looked forward to studying this video to confirm both whores compliance and to see if L__begged for release as she often does when forced to perform for the camera. L__ hung her head as she heard the noises she had been making played back at her over the video. I knew how uncomfortable this made her, but it only made my cock more rigid to hear her cries and grunts.


I made L__kneel before me, silently watching me as I walked up to her.. “No doubt you wish to see me cum now. I know how you starve for my cock. Do you know the level of pleasure and perfection it is to have a begging slut ready to do anything to have your cock?" She nodded her head vigorously. "Anything?” "Anything is a dangerous word, slut."


She wiggled on her knees and started moving her face towards my waist, searching for a way to get my cock in her mouth.Her fear and personal desire made her clumsy, which I took advantage of to remind her that I wanted to cum immediately! I watched her bound arms struggle against the rope as she used her teeth and tongue to unzip my jeans and push the clothing aside, digging for my cock underneath the fabric.


Several times she had to carefully adjust herself so that she didn't topple over. L__strained as she fought to get my cock free and into her mouth. As she worked to please me, I commented on how good it felt and asked her if she too would like to cum. She mumbled a full mouthed and desperate "yes" around my cock. I told her if she continued to beg, and do a good job, I might make her cum later, but first she must show her obedience and please me.


With this encouragement, she began to beg with her mouth full of my rock hard cock, and I grabbed the back of her head and buried my cock even deeper down her throat.With the combination of the fantastic scene unfolding around me: Domme L watching with deeply desirous eyes, knowing she too wanted my cock.... and the talented actions of my slave's tongue and the vibration of her desperate begging, I soon lost control and shot my loaded cock deep into L__'s throat.


I allowed myself to enjoy her continued sucking and begging until I was soft before withdrawing from her and stepping back to see the effect of her erotic actions on her own desires. I watched her juices dripping from her cunt down her thigh, knowing how she desired my cock and that she would do anything to get it, but I wanted them both to be in a frenzy and fighting for my cock. I decided to put both whores to the test.

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L__was clearly approaching a state of orgasm as she had been sucking my cock. It had not escaped me that she continued to pull the rope back and forth through her dripping cunt. I ordered Domme L to move behind L__ and tie her hands to the stick that she had previously been holding. Then I commanded Domme L to return to her front and proceed to place a leather harness around her chest and secure the straps around the base of L___’s breasts. This of course pulled her nipples a bit more, but the whore didn't mind as she loved having her nipples pulled.

When Domme L was done, I told her I would take over, and grasped the rope connecting L__'s nipples to her wrists. I began kissing her neck and caressing her while tugging gently but fairly rapidly on the rope rubbing her clit. I could tell she was getting close, so I cautioned her that I had not given her permission to cum. She started breathing deeply attempting to control her body and will herself not to cum. However, I was not making it easy for her. Soon, she began whimpering and begging earnestly to be allowed to cum. With an firm tone in my voice, I said "Don't you dare cum before I tell you to," and began to tug rapidly on the rope.

I watched as L__ began to tense up in a pre-orgasmic flush. Just as she was about to cum, she let out a low moan and began a long low-toned grunt. I knew she was near, and I yanked the nooses hard enough to pull them off her nipples and slapped her hard in the face. The immediate and violent reaction had the desired effect of startling her off the edge of an otherwise uncontrollable orgasm. "You were about to cum without permission weren't you?" "You undisciplined slut!" "I can't believe you wouldn't wait for me to give you permission. For this you will pay!"

Grabbing her hair, I pulled her to her feet and dragged her to the bedroom to continue her torment. Domme L silently followed. Once in the bedroom, I threw L__ to the bed and ordered her to raise her knees to her chest. Violently, I grabbed the stick to which her hands were tied and pulled them over her ass and behind her knees thus effectively exposing her ass and cunt. I picked up a crop from the hook on the bedpost and gave her ten quick hard smacks before stopping. I took the opportunity to examine the effects of the crotch rope and was pleased to see that she was suitably raw and yet very wet. I wanted to keep her on edge, so I rubbed the crop across her clit until she started to squirm again.


When I thought she might again be climbing the peak towards orgasm, I abruptly stopped and gave her pussy five sharp smacks with the crop. I repeated the pussy whipping and rubbing a few times before tossing the crop aside and pulling her hands all the way over her legs. I dragged her to the corner of the bed and pushed her legs on either side of the corner while lifting her hands over her head and hooking the stick to a conveniently placed eye bolt at the top of our four poster up-right. I have a handy horizontal brace that fits with the post of the bed. It uses a lever action and a rubber base and back that is easily adjustable, similar to the way a tree stands work. I fitted it to the post and positioned tightly into her crotch so that she was forced to lift herself up on her toes to avoid putting her weight directly on her cunt. Domme L watched in awe. Her knowledge of the ways did not extend this far.


I then proceeded to fit the rest of a special harness over her breasts. This consisted of four straps that linked to a spiked metal ring. The metal ring fitted around her areolas and the other ends of the four straps were fed through the D-rings on the leather harness I had previously cinched around the base of her breasts. I turned to Domme L, noting how large her eyes had become, taking all of this in, and I said, “You are the one who loves and collects leather corsets, aren’t you?” She silently nodded at me, too afraid to speak.

I pulled L____’s nipples through the spiked ring so that the points kept her areolas from slipping back through. I then adjusted the straps tight enough to reasonably compress her breasts. I fitted tight clamps to her nipples and connected them to lengths of rope that I fed through the eyebolt and tied to the stick clipped to her wrists, shortening the rope so it stretched her nipples and lifted her breasts, but did not cause the spikes to press into her nipples too much. I do not believe in harming my sluts. Disciplining them and instructing them, yes, but those nipples need to hold up over time to my needs.


I then released the clip connecting the stick to the eyebolt so that she had to hold her arms stretched above her head or her areolas would be pulled into the spikes on the ring encircling them. I picked up the crop and gave her a sharp strike across her belly and as she responded by pulling her nipples into the spikes in an attempt to bring her hands down to protect herself. I repeated the action until she began to resist the urge to pull her hands down. Turning to Domme L, I said, “THIS is disciplining a whore. Not that nonsense that you indulge in with boy slaves licking your boots."

Even though I had cum less than 15 minutes earlier, seeing my bound slut with her huge tits was started to get to me again. I hopped up onto the bed and kneeled in front of her, ordering her to suck me off. Dutifully, she leaned forward as far as she could, without pulling her nipples into the spikes, or putting too much weight on her clit. I wanted to see her desperate to please me, so I backed away from her. She began to beg and twist in pain, begging me to let her suck, but I only smiled and told her she had better work harder, because I might cum soon and without her.


Resigned to her fate, she leaned forward and put all of her weight onto her clit while doing her best to ignore the pain in her nipples. In very little time, she was indeed desperate to make me cum so she could return to her relatively more comfortable position. However, I had just recently cum, and it was a good 20 minutes of extreme pain she had to endure while pleasuring me before I erupted with a groan and shot another hot stream of cum down her throat, and pulling out of her mouth as I came, the remainder landed all over her face.

I ordered Domme L over to the bed to start licking the cum off L__’s face. Deciding L__deserved a bit of a reward for her efforts, I picked up a large spiky vibrating dildo and shoved it into her cunt, which I then held in with a wrap of duct tape, securing the dildo to the horizontal beam. This of course added another inch or so on height to the beam and even straining her toes towards the floor as she was, I doubt she was able to take much of the pressure off her cunt. As I turned the vibrator on high, she began to scream so I decided to do something to keep her quiet.


Walking to the bedroom shelves, I retrieved a 2-pound rubber coated dumb bell. Taking a bit more rope, I tied a three foot length to the dumb bell and used another short piece that I knotted very tightly to her nipples (just behind the clamps connecting her nipples to her wrists). I then joined the two pieces and ordered L__to open her mouth. I explained that she was to hold the dumb bell in her mouth and the consequences that letting it fall would have on her nipples.

I then informed her I was off to review the full tape that Domme L had made, to make sure she had done as she was told before my arrival. I promised her considerably more torment if she had failed to tease herself mercilessly while awaiting my homecoming. I could not tell if L____’s startled resulting expression was because she had not cum, or if it was because she knew how long the tape was running before I had gotten home.


"Enjoy yourself slut," I said, "you may cum if you can." With an expression of both relief and fear, she nodded her head and mumbled an appropriate "Yes, Sir" around the dumb bell in her mouth. As I left the room, she was already climbing to what looked to be a rather powerful orgasm. Domme L never said a word. She never left her position. I wondered if she realized that L__would no doubt sap what strength she maintained in her toes and that the powerful vibrator buzzing at her crotch would likely continue to work it's magic long after she wished to catch her breath. However, that was their problem. I knew Domme L would not dare to go to her slut friend's aid, and I had a video to review and needed an hour or so to get myself back in the mood for pleasure.


I departed the room and went to the kitchen where the sluts had left my meal in the warming oven and then I retired to the living room to enjoy the tape Domme L had made for me. She really had done a pretty good job of the bondage and working L__up with the crotch rope. L____was very pretty and enticing with her begging for relief from the teasing Domme L was putting herself through. It was also quite enjoyable watching the video knowing (and sometimes hearing) the efforts my slut was making for my pleasure in the bedroom.


With rejuvenated lust, I went to check on them. Domme L had never moved from her standing in the corner, watching over the bound L__. On first glance, it was clear that the vibrator had done its job well. There was a string of the slut’s juices dripping from the bottom of the horizontal support to a small glistening pool on the floor. She looked completely exhausted. Her legs only occasionally twitched in an effort to lift herself away from the knobbed and buzzing device on which her cunt rested. Judging from the bend of her arms and shoulders and the ropes pulling her nipples nearly to her chin, I assume she long since realized that her nipples were doomed since no amount of work could help her lift her tired arms. Surprisingly though, even as I examined her, her jaw clenched more tightly on the weight as she struggled not to drop it as another orgasm shuddered through her body.


Examining her nipples, I thought it best to give them a bit of a break, so I lifted her arms again and secured the bar to the eyebolt in the bedpost. After loosening each of the clamps slightly, I gave them a hard yank and freed her nipples. This unexpected action caused her to let out a cry, dropping the weight, which distended her breasts in the opposite direction from which they had so recently been pointing.


With her mouth free, she began frantically to beg for release, promising me all sorts of pleasures for a moment's respite. I reminded her I could gain such pleasures from her any time I wished. As a quick counter, she offered to find others to please me. She looked over at Domme L. This intrigued me greatly, but I pointed out, as before, they would do so anyway-- if I so desired. However, since it pleased me, and since I needed to make sure she got some blood back to her nipples, I ordered her to take the weight back into her mouth.


As soon as it was back in place, and the tension was off her nipples, I proceeded to flick them with varying degrees of intensity while alternating slapping color back into her breasts. I suspect the spikes digging into her nipples were fairly painful, as she seemed to have difficulty keeping the weight in her mouth. As I was still in need of some attention of my own, I pinched her nipples and pulled them straight away from her very hard. She tried to maintain composure, but I ordered her to release the weight. Knowing the futility (and foolishness) of disobedience, she dropped the weight again. It was interesting to see the way it tensioned the nipples as it was suspended between my fingers and her breasts. I let go of her nipples and the weight dropped pulling her breasts downward.


Ignoring her pleas I refitted her nipples with the nooses still dangling from her wrists and got into the bed to stand in front of her. Although she could not see me, I am sure she understood what was required because she immediately began searching for me with her mouth. I again released the bar from the eyebolt so she could stretch far enough to capture my cock in her mouth. As before, this pulled her breasts up (although farther this time since her arms were still tired). It was an interesting battle taking place between the upward pull of her from her arms and the downward pull from the weight.


I told the whore I would release her once I had cum, so she set to, and what little strength she had left, she expended it on my pleasure. As I came, I pulled her head forward and forced my cock entirely down her throat, holding it there until I was completely spent. As I pulled out, I realized she had passed out. I checked her breathing (which was labored and shallow) and quickly released her and laid her on the bed. “Now, sluts,” I am binding you together, face to face, tit to tit, nipple to nipple, cunt to cunt, clit to clit while I go into the other room to decide who I will fuck.


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Day turned to night, and I took a twilight walk on the beach. When I returned, I decided to prepare both women for their night: I ordered Domme L to sit L__ up and to remove the dildo from her cunt. L__seemed pleased to be given this relief and both sluts thanked me for allowing them to move. Once Domme L completed that task, I ordered her to force L__ to stand and place her hands behind her. I walked over and rebound her hands behind her back, yanking the rope tightly at each wrap, to make sure the rope stayed in alignment and that she could not break free.


Ordering L__ to bring her legs together (which she seemed reluctant to do, the little whore,) I bound her legs together at the ankles, knees, and thighs. I then placed a belt around her waist and positioned her standing and facing the side of the bed. After forcing a narrow length of satin fabric between her thighs I placed my right foot behind her heels and my left knee on the bed. I grabbed her hair and pulled her forward. With my foot behind her heels and the bed keeping her knees from bending, she had little choice but to bend at the waist. "Stay" I ordered. Sensing danger, she whimpered, "Oh, please Sir." "Yes," I said in a low voice. "This does please me." I proceeded to shove a large knobby vibrator deep into her cunt and a pump-up butt plug into her ass (both of which were well coated with scented oils.)



I turned the vibrator on low and pumped the butt plug until she started to grunt. Grabbing her by the hair, I then stood her up straight. I secured one end of the satin strip to the belt at her back and pulled the front up hard to press the vibrator against her clit before securing the other end to the front of her belt. I pulled back the sheets, removed my clothes, and slipped into bed leaving L__ standing at attention next to the bed.


“Get over here, whore,” I ordered Domme L. She coolly eyed me. After all, she was used to being Domme with her boy slaves. She knew better than to eye me that way. She would pay. I was ready to shower cum over these cunts and this room. They would never catch it all. L__ needed to learn total obedience to her Dom. She was so used to being the favored. What would be a suitable punishment for her selfish behavior before I left again?


From the bed, I ordered Domme L to enter it with me. L__’s eyes grew wide. She had obeyed, hadn’t she? Why was she not chosen? I lay on my side and pulled Domme L to me, curled behind her. L__ watched. I started pulling at her nipples and listening to her moan, as she twisted to get away from the pain. The slut had fight in her. Once I began rubbing her clit, the twisting stopped as she let out a low moan. She leaned her head back into my chest, and I kissed her neck, while listening to her small voice asking if she might please cum. I continued rubbing her clit, but asked her if she had cum during the night, after watching L__’s repeated orgasms earlier. She said she knew enough not to even think of cumming without permission. "Good girl," I said, "then you may be cumming…or maybe not. "



I picked up the pace a bit until I could tell she was just about there and then switched to massaging her nipples with scented oil on my fingers.. I went back and forth like this for a few minutes and then brought her right to the edge before stopping. I turned her around and told her to suck me and with a whimper of frustration, she lowered herself down the bed to reach and slide my cock into her mouth. L__ gasped. I knew the standing slut wanting the cock. I knew she thought she deserved the cock. But this was about keeping L__ in a constant frenzy of desire for my cock. I always wanted her in this state, no matter what.


I reached over to the nightstand and opened a drawer, taking out a three-pronged chain including nipple and clit clamps. I slid the clamps over each nipple, and dropped the chain to Domme L’s clit, tightening each, then I prepared her for her continued torment. She looked slightly confused, probably wondering how this could be punishment, until I told her she was not allowed to cum. I explained that once her teasing time was over, she would be fitted with a custom made chastity belt, locked up, put before a camera on a tripod, while I hung up the keys and left the room. L__bound to a bed. Domme L next to her. Both sluts bound wrist to wrist, ankle to ankle.



Domme L told me, shamefacedly, that she needed to use the bathroom. I told her she must rub her her clit vigorously for five minutes before being allowed to relieve herself and that she was to continue doing so until 5 minutes after she was done. I knew her swollen clit would inhibit the release of her water and give her pain, and the look of consternation on her face at the prospect of trying to heed nature's call while masturbating was quite sweet indeed. She just hung her head and said, "Yes, Master." Equally sweet words, coming from a self-proclaimed Domme.



When Domme L returned, I had her again get into the bed, and I ordered her to begin playing with her clit again, all under the eye of the envious L__. I got out of bed and wandered over to the computer to see if the camera was recording this activity for my future viewing. All was in order. I loved watching the expression in little L__’s eyes as they darted to me, to Domme L, to the camera, to the computer, back to me. She didn’t know what to do. I knew she wanted to be free, having full access to my cock.



Sensing L__’s mounting frustrations, I went to the bureau and retrieved Domme L’s. crop. I ordered her to begin smacking her own clit with her own crop, something that gave me pleasure and immediately hardened my cock. How many times had she turned that crop on others? I gave her a vibrator and ordered her to open her legs as widely as possible. I then explained that she was to turn the vibrator on to it's highest setting and insert it in her cunt as deep as it would go. She was then to spend the next 15 minutes smacking her own clit with the crop.



This was an interesting development. I returned to the bed and turning to L__, I ordered her to begin talking to Domme L, telling her how to use her mouth and tongue and cunt to give me the supreme pleasure, based on her own experiences and what she thought would give me the greatest heightened pleasures. L__ stared at me in disbelief. “TALK SLUT!” I ordered her. I could see her torment written across her face. Watching another receive my cock when she was always first? I knew she was miserable.



I had Domme L back in the bed, and I took time to secure a penis gag into her mouth, giving her something to suck on while she studied the live cock in front of her…the cock she truly desired. For every word out of L__’s mouth, Domme L was grunting with impatience at wanting me to remove the gag from her so her mouth might be filled with my own rigid, pulsing cock. She wanted my cum. L__’s words were urging her to fight for the cock. To flick her tongue around my cock’s head repeatedly with fluttering licks to make me groan with the deepest pleasure, to take the full length of my cock down into her throat, to the point she thought she would choke. I could see Domme L’s throat making swallowing motions, despite the penis gag in her mouth.



I watched L__’s face redden as her words became action through Domme L’s body. I saw the wet slick run down between her thighs, as the drool escaped out of the corners of Domme L’s gag. I yanked the clit clamp off and heard her cry out under her gag. I took my own leg and wedged her legs apart, grinding my cock along the lips of her cunt as she thrust her body up to mine. L__ suppressed a scream behind compressed lips.



I looked down into Domme L’s eyes and saw the fiery desire as she lay there looking up at me. Very enticing. Very enticing, indeed. As I grazed Domme L’s cunt, I could feel it’s dripping wetness, and I shoved my cock up to the hilt into her cunt. L__ did scream. “SILENCE WITH YOUR SCREAMS, SLUT.” “You will continue to guide Domme L’s fucking. I saw a tear roll down L__’s cheek.



I pushed Domme L’s tits together and yanking my wet cock out, I shoved them between her tits and began tit fucking her. L__ urged her to hold her tits in presentation to me, and to keep them compressed and high so that cock would achieve it’s tightest fit. Domme L did as L__ instructed. I watched my cock head come out of the top of her tits, close to her wet mouth, and the urge to shoot my cum was great. I removed the penis gag.



This was all so enticing. Knowing Domme L usually just enjoyed torturing my slave with me for fun: how brilliant to fuck the Domme in front of L__, disciplining both whores at the same time, achieving pleasure from both. While this was going on, I heard a key open in the lower door and I knew slut E___ was home. “Where is everyone,” she asked? I climbed out of bed, fully erect, and went to order her up to the bedroom. She stared: L__ bound by the bed, Domme L in the bed, the camera and tripod. “Take all of this in, slut, and follow me.” I ordered E____downstairs to a room that housed the bulk of our equipment. Our head room. “Strip, slut…and sit.” She did as she was ordered.



I bound E____’s arms at the wrist and lowered her arms over the computer keyboard. A live stream of the action upstairs played before her on the monitor. “Watch, slut, and use your skills to record in word. I wish documentation of today to take out and review at my future pleasure. Capture it all through your words.” I went over to another computer and surfed the ‘net for a while, occasionally checking up on my whores upstairs via the camera. E____sat upright and silent, never daring to raise her eyes to me. She had her orders.


The camera was well positioned. I could see L__’s trembling bound legs and knew the strain as she fought to keep them from buckling under her. I was mesmerized watching her leg muscles spasm, release, then spasm again. I am sure L__ was thinking, “If I continue to obey, this will end, and I will receive his cock.” When I walked back into the bedroom, she smiled slightly at me with her hope. I returned to the bed and began to caress Domme L again. I was starting to wonder if the sheer torture I had put her through earlier might have left L__ too sore to consider more sex. Clearly this was not the case.



I began fucking Domme L again, once more ordering L__ to tell Domme L exactly what to do to bring me to orgasm. “Twist your cunt and thrust your hips up at the Master.” “Oil your hands, wrap them around his cock and stroke him with firmness.” “Take his cock deeply into your cunt.” I knew each phrase was living hell for L__. Domme L came nearer and nearer to orgasm, as did I. When L__ became aware of this, through our combined grunts and cries, she began wailing, “No, Sir. NO! Please. I beg you. I am begging you. I want you to fuck me, not her!” I do believe she would have dropped to her knees to beg, if she could, but the ropes held her in place.



I turned my flushed face to L__. “Do you want my cock, whore?” She nodded, “yes.” Are you jealous of Domme L getting the cock and not you? She hedged, but knew she couldn’t lie and nodded her head, “yes.” I continued to pump into Domme L. I looked at Domme L beneath me and told her how I had needed a good fuck. I knew this would drive L__ to despair. Domme L turned to L__ and asked her if she wished she was under me, receiving my cock. Tears formed in L__’s eyes and rolled down.



“You can only watch, L__.” Then I had a better idea. “Lean over, slut and lick Domme L’s clit.” She bent her bound body with difficulty, tilted her head down and began licking the slickness of Domme L’s cunt lips and raised clit. I started fucking Domme L with L__’s head next to my cock. At times I could feel my cock and balls rubbing her cheek, against her nose and open mouth. Yet I did not mouth fuck her, as I knew she wished me to do.



I could feel Domme L spasming from the sensations of having L__ so near by, yet solely receiving my rigid cock going rapidly inside and out of her. I took long, deep strokes so that the cock came out, glistening with cunt juices and deep inside again, leaving Domme L thrusting, L__fighting for balance as her flesh and hair brushed me. It was heaven.



I knew it was my time, and I thrust with greater more frenzied strokes until I heard myself crying out in release. I pulled my cock out while the cum was still shooting and I made sure much of it landed on L__’s face and hair. I felt like the cum wouldn’t stop leaving me. I felt like my cock was being milked dry by Domme L’s cunt and L__’s envious eyes. I ordered Domme L to start speaking to L__ about my skills, about how many times I had brought her to orgasm, and to make the moment the sweetest of all…I ordered L__ to lick Domme L clean: her cunt juices, my cum…every drop, and I lay back, propped up amongst the pillows, watching my sluts, knowing the moment had been captured for posterity.

Questions

Did she dream about stags?
Did she dream in despair?
Did she dream about wind and the rain in her hair?
Did she speak about angels?
Did she hear what they say?
When did the music of her love start to play?
Who was it held her?
And gave her her part?
Kissed her to fill up the hole in her heart?
Why is a fountain?
When is a tree?
Who walks on the mountain?
Who breathes the deep sea?
Are forests forever?
Can honesty bend?
How far is never and why is the end?
When did she whisper?
Where she leaves the control?
Wasn’t it time to give voice to her soul?
Why did she care?
Where did she cry?
Will the feeling of kneeling before love ever die?

Refinements

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