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Widow Aunt, Dee and I try BDSM – 1

This is the true account of the time my Muslim widowed Aunt Sheen and I took a 2-day trip on the pretext of bringing her daughter Dee back from Pune. What we really wanted was a chance to experiment at a strange place where no one would know about our strict background and our taboo sexual relations.

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Discipline from Jen, Chapter #2

Chapter #2
I halfway expected Jennifer to join me at some point in the shower, but to my temporary disappointment, she had apparently decided this event would take place solely in bed. As I opened the shower door to reach for a towel, I realized that at some time while I was washing, probably while lustfully rubbing my cock and trying not to blow the whole evening right then and there, Jennifer had slipped into the walk-in closet at the end of the bathroom. I could see her silhouette behind the door, dressing for bed I thought, undressing I hoped.
Evidently she heard the water shut off and the creaking shower door open because the closet door quickly slid further closed, cutting off my view. I pulled a towel from the rack next to the sink and began drying off. As I lifted one leg up to the counter so I could dry my crotch I heard what sounded like a metal chain of some sort coming from the closet. Or maybe it was a belt buckle? Before I could decide what was possibly making the noise, Jennifer cracked the door back open a bit.
“Do that in the bedroom,” she barked. “Then stand at the end of the bed. DON’T get dressed.”
A flash of fear rushed through me at her tone before I settled on the fact that this was what I had wanted.
“Okay.” I replied, trying to mask my excitement.
“What?!?” The metallic noise ceased and Jennifer’s obvious displeasure with my reaction to her command signaled it was time to get it in gear.
“I mean, y-yes ma’am.”
“Uh huh.” She muttered back still clearly annoyed.
My stammer was only partially intentional as I grew increasingly aroused at the notion of my wife demanding my obedience. It’s not that she was a meek woman, far from it. Jen’s independence and strength had been something that drew me to her long before we ever started dating just after high school. In fact, I knew several other guys my age at the time who wouldn’t even consider asking her out because of her reputation as “intimidating”. But, up till now, that domineering nature had never manifested itself in the bedroom. I quietly hoped that was about to change as I closed the bathroom door behind me and headed for the foot of our bed.
I did as I was told and finished drying off in the bedroom. I wrapped the towel around my waist and waited. As I stood there I heard Jennifer moving from the closet into the bathroom. I couldn’t decide if she was now standing at the sink, readying herself in the mirror, or at the toilet “readying herself” there instead. As I said earlier, anal pleasure had become a favorite of hers recently and I hoped that at some point the evening may lead down that road, for both of us. I imagined her standing over the bowl, legs spread and flexing, ridding herself of any nasty remnants of the day which may obstruct or otherwise intrude on our intimacy. I didn’t really know if this was actually her routine before we engaged in anal, we didn’t do it every time, but she was always nice and fresh when I would venture “down there” and so far the same had been true for her rear entrance as well.
I used to keep an empty enema bottle ready in the shower for my own cleansing, either before toying my ass, or just to freshen up after a particularly bad movement. These days we have a custom shower head that works nicely. I hate feces, and having to go, well, number two, for lack of a better term. My disdain for bowel necessities made the fact that I loved anal play that much more intriguing to me. My mother once told me that my “hating to go” was why I was always constipated as a child. Later, a therapist I was forced to visit after my parents discovered my stash of pornography told me that my hatred of going was probably why I had such an anal fixation as puberty hit. Whatever the reason, I hate to take a dump, but love a long firm “cock” (or purple toy) in my ass. Go figure.
The sharp sound of several items scattering on the bathroom counter brought me back from my momentary daydream. There were several more rustling noises, from a drawer it seemed, then nothing. I stood there, motionless; hoping to catch an audible clue of what might be going on in there, but nothing came. Silence, for what seemed like minutes was finally broken by the click of the light switch, and the narrow strip of light surrounding the bathroom door vanished. My willing ass actually clenched beneath the towel, now hanging vicariously from my hips and my heart beat quickened. I fixed my eyes on the door knob as it began to turn, as if on its own. My breath was trapped in my chest as I stared at the widening seam between the door and its trim, first quickly as if it would fly open, then it stopped. I tried to pierce the darkness behind the narrow opening but my eyes were not prepared for the strain. Like an idiot I had left the lights on in the bedroom instead of abandoning the bright over head floods for the intimate glow of Jennifer’s bedside lamp, and she was going to be upset about it.
“Turn around. Don’t look at me yet.” She ordered.
I wheeled around, causing the towel to loosen even further. I tried to keep it from falling completely but my movement only made matters worse and it released itself, falling to the floor. I started to bend over, all too happy to expose my bare ass to my wife. After all, that’s what I ultimately wanted for this night, my bare ass, beaten and violated by the woman I loved.
From behind Jennifer cracked what to that point seemed like the first true demand of my total submission to her for the evening.
“Leave it! You won’t need it again for a while.”
Upon hearing my instructions I snapped back to attention and offered a pathetic apology.
“Sorry, ma’am.”
The cheesiness of my response made me cringe inside, as if I were some Mounty who had just disappointed his damsel in a Canadian soap opera. Apparently the moment was not lost on Jennifer either, as she fell deeper into her role.
“Shut up and close your eyes! Don’t say anything else unless I tell you to, got it?”
In a moment of crystal clarity, I only nodded.
“Finally.” She exclaimed as if tortured by some persistent annoyance that had at last subsided. “You do get it.”
My wife’s unbridled enthusiasm for what was transpiring now encouraged me. That is, until I came to the swift realization that I may in fact, be in for more than I bargained for, a thought which pulsated in my now half stiff erection. As it grew again I closed my eyes tight, so tight in fact that I almost didn’t notice when Jen turned out the lights. Was this it? Would I finally be taken from behind by my wife? I stood there in the dark, knowing even with my eyes clenched that the room was now black.
I could feel Jennifer moving about me, preparing things for the coming event. I heard the soft click of her lamp and it reminded me again of how I already should have taken care of that. The crisp snap of a lighter made me twitch as Jen lit candles; the scent filled the room and made me smile. She was getting into the moment, a fact that only meant better things to come for me! Drawers opened and closed, a zipper separated and items rustled in a bag. I knew exactly where she was, and what she was doing. She was in the “toy box”. I hoped she could see the grin on my face as she readied whatever items she needed to do her business.
Finally, there was eerie silence as she stopped moving about. In that moment I realized I had drifted just enough to lose track of her in the room. Again, my ass cheeks clenched, even though I was fairly certain she was still beside our bed, and in front of me, the idea of a sneaky slap on the ass, or even more titillating, my cock and balls, sent me into a near full body shiver. As a million erotic images of what my wife may be planning, wearing or not wearing danced in my head, I heard the now low, hard rasp of Jen’s suddenly seductive voice….
“You may open your eyes.”

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Denise 2

Several weeks had passed since my last meeting and this time, there was something completely different in store for me….

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A Day with the family

First let’s start with a little background. My name is Lana; I am 21 years old, 5’7”, 130lbs., and 34DD-24-35. I have naturally brown hair that I often die different colors depending on my mood. I grew up in a very sexually open family. By that I mean my parents raised us as nudists and they were swingers. They were always very open with my sister and me about sex, teaching us from an early age that sex is a natural thing and all creatures do it. They took a hands on approach to our sexual education, calling the crap they taught in schools a complete waste of time.
From an early age we were taught all the parts of the body, including the sexual ones, and what they were used for. We were shown various sexual acts as well. By the age of 10 I knew all about the sex, blowjobs, hand jobs, anal, and just about anything else you can think of. I read about them, saw them performed, and talked with my parents about it all. By the time I was 11 I was eager to try out some of what I had learned. With the help of mom and dad I gave my first blowjob, jerked my first cock, sucked my first pussy and had mine sucked in return by both a man and a woman. As I said; we are a VERY sexually open family. Nothing was ever forced, and it certainly didn’t screw me up in the head. If anything I am a better lover for it. I am adventurous and willing to try new things. How can that be a bad thing?
After I started performing sexual acts my parents thought me old enough to teach me about the “other side” of sex. They showed me all the sexual acts the general population considers nasty and taboo. Having sex with my parents was incest, I knew, but I saw nothing wrong with it. No one forced me into it and I initiated everything when I felt I was ready for it, not them. They showed me pictures and videos of various acts of depravity. Their one and only rule when it came to sex was we had to try something at least twice before determining if we hated it or not. I saw pictures of people in various forms of bondage, getting peed on, fisted, and tortured with hot wax and needles, and having sex with all kinds of animals. I saw gangbangs, creampies, interracial, incest, all manner of object inserted in pussy and ass alike. I saw man on man, woman on woman, and even some shemales and hermaphrodites. Most people would think my parents are nut cases for teaching us all of that at such an early age but I think they are the smartest people on the planet. They taught us everything we need to know and allowed us to experiment as we saw fit; that way we had no reason to sneak around behind their backs or get into something we weren’t fully prepared for.
My sister Erica was born when I was 7. I had several years of “training” under my belt when she was born and aided mom and dad in her sexual training when she turned 10. This particular story takes place when I am 20 and Erica is 13 so we both have a fair knowledge of sex and what we like and don’t like.
Before I go into the details of what took place with my family today let me say that, as I sit here writing this, I am still shaking from an overload of pain and pleasure. What took place today was nothing short of pure torturous pleasure. Despite all that I have done in the past nothing could have prepared me for what I went through at the hands of my own family. And I love them deeply for it.
Part One: A date with Sampson
When I got to my parents house everyone was of course naked. I wasted no time in stripping off my clothing. As I walked into the living room I saw Sampson, my parents black lab, laying there sleeping. I looked at him somewhat nervously as he was the reason I was there. I talked with my family for a while; catching up on things and then it started turning to sex as it always does with us.
During out talks they informed me they had two HUGE secrets for me today. All the while I was sitting there talking I noticed my sister looking rather anxious. She seemed about to burst at the seams in anticipation of telling me the huge news. Finally it came out; my mom and sister Erica are pregnant. They were positively ecstatic about it. I congratulated them but I was kind of jealous my younger sister got knocked up before me.
I tried getting the other huge secret from them but they said that it would have to wait until my date with Sampson was over. I kept looking at the big dog. Although I have had sex with a dog twice in the past I have never been with Sampson. I was assured by mom and my sister that he was a very well trained lover. Unlike them I still wasn’t sure I was doing the right thing. They encouraged me to go for it and enjoy the AMAZINGLY GREAT sex only a dog can provide.
All the while I was thinking of my past encounters with the old family dog. Although it was pleasurable I could never get over the guilty feeling that came with doing something so taboo. I was close to backing out several times but they kept encouraging me to do it. “Do it this one time honey”, my mom said. “And if you don’t love it we will never bring it up again.” She planted a kiss on my lips and lowered me to my knees. I got on all fours in anticipation. Within moments I could feel his fat, rough tongue licking at my pussy and ass. I had my eyes closed and when his tongue hit me I jumped in surprise. It has been a few years since I was last with a dog and I had forgotten how skilled they were at licking a pussy.
As he licked away I kept trying to imagine it was my girlfriend licking me but it was no use. Even as good as she is she has nothing on a dog. I started getting that guilt feeling and told them to make him stop. I wanted to stop. They of course wanted me to go to the end. With their encouragement I allowed the dog to continue licking both holes. Within minutes my pussy was dripping wet from the dog’s saliva and my own juices. His tongue was pushing into me further than any human tongue could reach. Despite my brain telling me this was utterly perverted and wrong my pussy was telling me to get more. Against my will I started pushing back on his snout trying to take his tongue deeper in me. Soon after, my mouth betrayed me as well and I started moaning.
Just as I was getting into the act it stopped. I actually sighed when his tongue left my pussy. As he was being dragged back I was pushing back in the hopes of one more lick. Then the BIG moment came. I felt his weight on my back. I looked back to see Erica guide his big red cock to my pussy. He slammed into me like a jackhammer. I had forgotten how fast and hard dogs can fuck but he quickly reminded me. He was fucking me so forcefully he was pushing me forwards, his paws wrapped around my waist scratched my sides and hips as he rammed in deeper and harder. My brain finally revolted on me as well and all I could think about was taking his cock in me. I wanted him to make me his bitch and, to my embarrassment, I voiced it. I was moaning and begging him to fuck me forever.
When I felt his knot swelling huge in me I knew in the back of my mind I was his. I knew that this was not going to be the last time he took me as his mate. Twenty minutes and 4 orgasms later he finally pulled out of me with a pop. My parents and sister sat there watching it all. They all said how proud they were of me for getting over my fears of doing it with a dog and just knew I would love what else was planned for me today.
Part Two: Gang Bang Initiations
After my “date” with Sampson I was licked clean by Erica and then fucked by dad as I ate mom’s pussy. We then all got cleaned up and piled in the car to grab a late lunch. All the while all I could think about was Sampson fucking me. Unlike in the past, I had no feelings of guilt. I was actually shaking from excitement as I thought of the next time I would take his cock in me. I even thought of it going in my ass and that sent shivers down my spine.
After lunch I figured we would head home and spend the rest of the day having sex of one sort or another. I was hoping to have another go at Sampson at least one more time. I was wrong. We headed out of the city and out into the middle of nowhere. I kept asking where the hell we were going but no one would tell me. “It’s a surprise” Erica said. I could tell she wanted to tell me but she kept her mouth shut.
We arrived about two hours later at some farm in the middle of nowhere. We drove up to the house where there were about 20 other cars parked in the driveway and yard. I could hear music playing in the house. I was actually getting worried when mom put her arm around me and pulled me close. “You did so great with Sampson that we all just knew you were ready” she said to me smiling. Ready for what, I asked? “Today you are going to join our little club” she said. And with that she walked on to the house alongside dad and Erica.
When I entered the house I knew at once I was in for some serious shit. Inside, fully naked, were nearly twenty guys and half a dozen women. Some were talking but most were engaged in sexual acts. When I walked in they cleared a circle in the middle of the room. I was placed on all fours without a word and within moments I had a cock pushing in my mouth and down my throat. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK I jumped forward taking the cock fully down my throat as someone behind me started smacking my ass with what felt like a belt. I moved to protest but the man fucking my face pulled me back to his cock and the spanking continued. The man came down my throat and moved off to other things. Another man took his place. I felt hands on my ass and I braced myself for another round of brutal spanking. It never came. The hands on my ass rubbed my ass gently and moved to my pussy. Soon I felt fingers spreading my lips open and a tongue start licking me. It felt good and took my mind off the pain in my ass.
With a cock in my mouth and tongue and fingers in my pussy I was soon squirting my juices all over the woman’s face as I exploded in orgasm. I lay there a moment still on all fours, head resting in my arms on the floor. I felt fingers on my pussy again and them something cold. OUCH! I yelped as the cold object snapped tightly shut on one pussy lip. FUCK! I screamed as another closed on the other side. I looked back under me to see two metallic objects hanging from my pussy lips. At first I thought they had pierced me but I soon realized they were clamps. The woman hung small weights on them and I could feel and see my pussy lips stretching down. The moved to my tits and did the same thing there. Then I was made to walk on all fours around the room offering myself to whoever wanted me. My tits swaying back and forth from the clamps, my nipples and pussy stretching with every movement I made.
I looked around the room to find my family. I saw Erica laying face up on one guy, his cock in her ass as another was over her with his cock buried in her now pregnant pussy. I could not find mom or dad anywhere and assumed they were in another room. I was wrong on that account as well.
For the better part of 3 hours I was fucked in every hole in every way imaginable. I was double and triple penetrated, took two cocks in pussy at same time, two cocks in ass at same time, fisted in both holes, pissed on and made to drink it, and took load after load in all my holes. After all of this I was finally allowed a short rest. I showered to get the dried cum off of me and out of my hair, grabbed a drink and talked with Erica about what the hell was going on. She told me very little and it was starting to piss me off. All she would say was to be strong. The hardest part is yet to come. I had no idea what she was talking about but she sure as hell wasn’t kidding.
Part Three: Gang Bang 2, Animal style
While talking with my sister about what was going on I heard several dogs barking in the next room. I visibly shivered and my pussy tingled at what I knew was about to happen. In front of a crowd I was going to be fucked by dogs. It sounded like several dogs and I figured the other women would be joining me in this humiliation. I am glad this wasn’t a test as I have been wrong all damn day.
We entered the party room and the furniture had been moved to the back walls. Being held at bay by the guys were six large dogs; two labs, a Dalmatian, a German Sheppard, a St Bernard, and a boxer. GREAT! I thought; six dogs for six girls. This wasn’t going to be so bad. At least we would all suffer the humiliation together. WRONG, WRONG, WRONG.
Some woman I didn’t know led me to the clearing and lowered me to all fours. She kissed me deeply and whispered in my ear, “Enjoy your doggy gang bang dear.” OH SHIT! It suddenly dawned on me that the humiliation was all mine. I hung my head and prepared for it to begin. One after the other the dogs took me. They fucked their new bitch like I was the last one on the planet. While one fucked into my pussy or ass I sucked on another. I was never big on sucking dog cock but I was lost. I had abandoned all shame and modesty and just said the hell with it. I did whatever they wanted of me. I took those big red cocks in my mouth and throat and swallowed all of the cum they shot at me. All around me I heard cheers.
Finally it was over. I collapsed to the floor completely exhausted. It was then I saw my parents had returned to the party. I have never seen them look so happy in all my life. I was stood up, blindfolded and, with the help of my mom, taken outside. We were well off the road so I didn’t really worry about cars seeing me naked. I was taken into another building. I heard a large door sliding closed behind me. I was placed in some sort of bench. I could feel the wood on my naked skin. My legs were raised, pulled apart, and strapped in place. My arms got the same treatment. I was still blindfolded and could see nothing around me. I knew I was in a barn since I could hear the horses neighing. I heard the clopping sound of a horse walking around. I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that I knew what was coming next but I hoped I was just being paranoid. Although I couldn’t feel the horse touching me I got the sudden feeling one was standing over me.
PLEASE, I begged. Don’t do this to me. He is too big. He will rip me open. I started crying at the thought of a horse fucking me. Dogs were one thing. I have never seen a horse cock but I imagined it had to be fucking huge and would split me open. I tried thrashing about but the straps holding me in place were secured tightly and I was going nowhere. Suddenly a bright light hit my eyes as the blindfold was removed. I was still crying and pleading with them not to do this. My mom appeared at my side. She wiped the tears from my face and kissed my cheek.
“You have taken many cocks tonight.” She said “you have been opened up more and more as the day went on to prepare you for this moment. Your holes are ready to take the ultimate cock.” “I am proud of you honey”, she said kissing me on the lips this time. She took a few steps back and started stroking the horses cock. I looked on in surprise as it grew and grew and grew. Two feet of horse cock hung there. It looked thicker than my arm. As mom stroked and licked the horse cock I looked around the room. I was on some kind of bench. My legs were strapped open wide to give the horse easy access to my holes. I noticed it was also adjustable and there were pieces on it I had no idea what their purpose.
The moment finally came. Mom led the horse further over my body. His cock was in line with my pussy. I heard several clanks and the bench jerked as I was raised a little to better meet the huge cock. Erica started rubbing the huge cock on my pussy. It gave a thrust and everything went black for a moment. Although I had taken a LOT of cocks and been stretched open I was not prepared for the horse ramming into me. When I came to I thought the horse rammed all two feet into me. I could feel him still thrusting deep in me. His cock had pushed past my cervix and he was fucking into my womb. It was then I realized what a few of the pieces were for. They prevented the horse from ramming all two feet of cock in me and possibly killing me with it.
Seeing how I wasn’t dead and in no apparently danger of being so, I tried to relax and enjoy my first horse cock. Again there was cheering all around me as the crowd watched my degradation. I felt a sudden pain in my guts and something shooting deep in me. The horse had just come in my womb. It felt like a fire hose going off in me. It withdrew and it’s cum gushed from my ruined hole.
The horse was taken away and another brought out. The process was repeated again only this time it was aimed at my ass. After the second horse fucked my ass and his cum leaked out of me I was left there to rest for a while. All around me I heard people saying things like “What a good slut” and “good show”. My mind was swimming. My body ached from all the sex but my mind wanted more. I heard myself tell someone, anyone, to put another horse in my cunt. They quickly obliged and I was filled yet again. I felt it shoot off in me and once again my holes gaped empty. I just knew my holes were forever ruined by all of this.
I was left lying there again and I looked about as several guys moved things around and brought in tables and trays and all kinds of equipment. I took this moment to talk to mom again. “This is the last part of your initiation” she told me. “After this you are one of the group.” I had no idea what she was talking about but I was glad to hear this was all going to be over soon.
Part Four: Exquisite Torture
I was finally untied from the bench and allowed to stretch and walk around some. My arms and legs were numb from being in the same position all that time and it took me a moment to get my footing. I sat back down on the bench watching everything going on. My dad came over to me and told me to stand. I did so without question. He placed leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles and led me to the center of the barn. It was then I saw hooks on the floor and rafters above. My legs were spread about two feet apart and secured to the hooks by padlocks. My wrists were secured to the hooks above by what looked like a metal cable used for bike locks. A small table to my right was uncovered revealing a ball gag, crops, floggers, paddles, and several other instruments.
My dad picked up the ball gag and placed it in my mouth, strapping to securely in place. He then picked up a flogger and started lightly hitting my body with it. Although hitting all over, he concentrated on my tits, pussy, and ass; hitting harder and harder with each stroke. I could see my tits turning red with each hit. He laid that one down and picked up a crop. He swatted my tits and pussy with it with some force and I screamed into the gag. Bored with the crop he picked up what looked like a thin bamboo stick and without warning brought it across my tits. I screamed bloody murder into the gag. My tits burned but he wasn’t done yet. WHACK! WHACK! Two more strikes to my tits. I could see the welts rising big and red. WHACK! My pussy erupted in pain and orgasm. As he landed a second hit to my pussy I could feel the juiced squirting from my. Once again my body betrayed me. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK he struck my sides. Large, nasty red welts appeared almost at once. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I tried moving away from the pain in my ass bit there was no use. Although I couldn’t see it I knew my ass was covered in welts as well.
He walked in front of me once again and removed the gag. I was sobbing hysterically. He picked up what looked like a long, thin leather paddle. “I am going to give you four swats to the tits, two on the pussy, and ten on that sweet ass of yours” he said. I started crying even harder. “After every swat you will count the swat and thank me do you understand?” he said. I nodded my head while begging him to please stop.
He walked around me several times; sliding the paddle along my shaking body the whole time. I tried to anticipate where he was going to strike but it was useless. He brought it down on my ass. I screamed out and sobbed even more. “You forgot to count and thank me slut” I heard him say. “That one doesn’t count.”
After what seemed an eternity he finally stopped. My body was in so much pain I felt like passing out but couldn’t.
One of the women that fisted me earlier took his place in front of me. She was beautiful and if she wasn’t about to torture me I would probably like her a lot. She took some thin black rope from a table and started tying it around me. She tightly bound my breasts with it and brought it down between my pussy lips and up my back. She made sure to pull it hard so it dug in my pussy deep. My tits were stuck out and turning purple from being tied so tight. She uncovered another tray and my heart skipped a beat. She lit a long, thin candle and once it started melting dripped the hot wax all over my throbbing tits and down my body. Several times she moved the flame close to the skin and I screamed out as I felt my skin getting really hot. It was never enough to actually cause a burn but it hurt like hell none the less. She slowly peeled the wax from my body and I felt a little relief. She unbound my tits and pussy next and pain shot though them as the blood returned. She sucked my nipples and slid her fist in my pussy. It slid in with ease and she smiled at that. I screamed out again as I felt a pain in my nipple. She just bit me; AND HARD.
She uncovered a small tray and I shook my head and begged them to just let me go. She placed the gag back in my mouth and kissed my nipples. From the tray she picked up one of about fifty needles. She scraped it across my tits and then tapped it in place in my left tit. Over and over she continued placing the needles in my tits. Two were placed through each nipple; one vertical and the other horizontal. It looked like thin metal crosses in each nipple. Next she knelt down in front of me. She pulled my pussy lips hard and the pain flooded my pussy as a needle was pushed thru. Again and again my pussy was stuck with the needles. In the end I had about a dozen needles in each tit and at least a dozen in my pussy.
Slowly she removed the needles and swabbed all the holes with rubbing alcohol. It burned like hell and I had yet another orgasm. “Only one last thing before you are done and can finally rest” she said. A man rolled a cart over it looked like a small BBQ and it had hot coals in it. He took an implement out of it and I knew what was going to happen. I couldn’t tell what it was going to be but I knew I was about to be branded. He placed the hot metal on my left hip and I blacked out for the third or fourth time today. When I awoke I was lying on a soft bed. My entire body ached. I went to look at the brand but it was covered up. My mom, who was sitting in the room with me, said not to bother it for a few days. She told me it was a small rose and she was jealous I got it. “Only the biggest pain sluts get branded” she said. “You were AMAZING today and we are all proud of you.” I started crying again and hugged her tight.
I knew she was right. I was a fucking pain slut. Although I cried and fought it I loved everything they did to me today and deep down I wanted more. On the way back to my parent’s house I decided to get a dog of my own.

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Marilyn’s Whore Training

Marilyn came to work at a phone sex office. She had a sultry voice and was well educated. The problem she had was the same at every job. She was five foot two inches tall, weighed just over a hundred pounds and had thirty four C tits. Her ass was perfect and with jet black hair and olive skin, she was a knock out. Not like the fat old bitches that usually work sex lines. It wasn’t long until the boss called her into his office and started to ask her very personal questions. Did she have a boyfriend, does she like sex for real and not just over the phone? She began to feel uneasy like so many times before. She tried to excuse herself to go back to work but he moved from behind his desk and blocked the door. He put both hands on her shoulders and held her firmly as he spoke. Was she going to do as her boss ordered or not? This was his basic question. She had never really given it a label but she knew that when a man made a strong move on her, she always seemed to submit.
He told her to come back wearing a black thong and shelf bra so that her nipples were exposed and black four inch heels. She asked how she was supposed to get to the office with only that on ? He informed her that was her problem and to do as he ordered or she was fired. She needed the money, the pay was good and she liked the work. The next day she knocked on the boss’s door and just before she went in she tossed the rain coat she was wearing to one of the other workers and hurried through the door. Her boss wasted no time in telling her what he expected from their new arrangement. He took a long black scarf from a desk drawer and bound her hands over her head to a hook that could serve no other purpose. This told her that he must have done this before. Next he brought out an eight foot bull whip. He told that he didn’t care if anyone heard her or not and that he would judge his blows by the marks on her skin not by the sounds she made. With that he landed the first of one hundred lashes that she would receive. The red mark glowed across her nipple and breast. The pain was extreme but strangely warm and exciting. He waited between each lash to allow the pain to set in and see the mark rise. For the next fifteen minutes she was whipped in front and on her back. There was a knock at the door and she was left tied as he answered it. One of the girls was having trouble with her head set and came in to see if her boss could do anything with it. As soon a she saw Marilyn, she quickly lowered her eyes and turned her attention back to the faulty equipment. She was told to get a new one from the store room and out she went.
Every day for the next week, Marilyn’s day started with the whip. Every night it ended the same way. She wondered if her boss would require her to have sex with him. The start of the second week gave her the answer. She was ordered to remain in the office after her whipping that morning. The boss had a contract that she was to sign. The document made it clear that she was to become a piece of property. She was to submit to the whip, all sex acts and would be sold from time to time. She was to be a slave whore. Some of the phone sex customers would pay a lot more to meet the girl on the other end of the line. Marilyn had been singled out because of her rare beauty. She was told to sign or get out. She signed. A cruel smile came over her boss’s face as he snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of his chair. She timed her breathing to allow for his cock to go completely down her throat. She pumped and moaned for next twenty minutes until his come flooded her mouth before she swallowed it all.
She was given some plane ticket the next morning following the whip and a cock sucking. As she left for the airport, one of the other phone sex girls called her aside and told her to wipe some of the cum she missed from her lip. The girl quickly gave Marilyn a French kiss and handed her the rain coat she used each day to get to work. The girl was a little chubby but nice enough looking. The look in her eye led Marilyn to believe she wanted to do more than kiss.
She was to meet James O. upon landing at the airport out west. Payment for her had already been arranged by credit card. This left nothing with which to concern herself other than pleasing her customer for the day. She slipped into the restroom after departing the aircraft and removed her slip and panties. This left her wearing a sheer skirt that came down to six inches above her knees, a shelf bra and a satin blouse which softly brushed against her nipples keeping them constantly erect. Several of the men on the plane noticed this and a couple tried to start up conversations with her. She knew better than to take a chance on making her customer mad by having someone else following her through the airport trying to get into her pants.
James O. was a man in his late fifties. He had told her what to wear and thus recognized her as she come towards him in the airport lobby. He greeted her and took her by the arm out to his car. As they drove out of the airport he mentioned that he needed a newspaper. This town was near the Mexican border and had newsboys on many corners. “Take off your blouse” he demanded. She complied immediately. He handed her a dollar and had her place it in her bra between her breasts. The newsboy’s eyes got big as he handed her the paper. James O. told him to take the money and he could touch anything his wished. In a flash the horny little bastard was squeezing her tits. Then his head came through the window and his lips and teeth were all over her nipples. Following instructions, Marilyn reached out the window and unzipped the young boy’s jeans and began to jack off his almost hairless cock. It did not take long before she felt hot cum running over her hand as the boy bit down hard on her left nipple. The last thing he saw as he straightened up and zipped his pants was Marilyn licking the cum from her hand as the car window closed.
They arrived at a nice hotel and were shown to the room that James O. had reserved. Marilyn was instructed to go down the hall and across the lobby to retrieve ice. She must bring it back inside her blouse. She knew the bellman saw her wet nipples as she paraded past him in a hurry to return to the room. Minutes seemed like hours as she waited outside the room for James O. to open up and allow her to deposit her freezing load into the bucket in the bathroom. He had run hot water in the sink. She was to put one breast in the hot water and the other in the ice bucket. She stood this way for almost five minutes until she had to shift the bucket and place the hot breast in the cold ice and vice versa. She realized that she would be tortured in one form or another as long as she was in his presence. Even with the pain, she began to feel excited.
Next it was into the shower. No relaxing bath for now. James O. simply needed to piss and did not want to mess the bathroom to badly. She could not help but open her mouth as the hot yellow liquid cascaded down her perfect body. She drank several mouthfuls without being told. She was not stupid. She was there to please. She knew it. After a quick rinse, she was tied to the bathroom door. Her hands above head with the edge of the door in the small of her back. Her master for the day, lit a candle of about two inches in diameter and a foot long. The sharp pain of the hot wax on her tender breasts made her pussy begin to moisten. How she wished her hands were free to spread her pussy lips and rub hard on her clit. He covered each nipple and then moved to her hairless cunt. She loved the wax as it hit her sensitive womanhood. Before she could cum, he blew out the candle and before it could cool he twisted her to expose her ass. He shoved the still hot candle up her ass and ordered her to hold it there until told otherwise. Out of his bag came a whip like the one her boss used. “We must remove the wax now” he said as the first blow dislodged a small amount from her body. This would take the better part of half an hour to accomplish. Marilyn came to realize that she would be whipped hard and often. This was her new life.
With the wax gone, her master turned to the candle in her ass. Marilyn’s body screamed to cum. Any kind of relief would be welcomed. “ Please fuck me in the ass with the candle. I will do anything you ask but please have mercy and let me cum!” she cried. “ I will help you with your problem but you will pay later. Do you understand?” he replied. “Anything!” was her one word answer. With a firm grip the thick, long candle turned dildo rammed up her ass. More pain. She did not care. A steady piston like motion drove the devise further and further up her ass. Like some of her high school boyfriends who fear getting her pregnant, she felt the candle ass fuck her as they had until she could no longer contain her wild orgasm. Her screams could be heard two rooms down. She clamped her legs together as her juices ran freely down her legs. A breathless “Thank you” is all she could muster. She hung limp from the ropes around her wrists.
“ I’ll leave the candle in there a bit longer, I think” said James O. He tied a slip knot around the candle with more rope from his bag and made a sort of belt around Marilyn’s belly to keep it from coming out. “ Now out the balcony sliding door with you bitch.” he snarled. It was not quite dark and she would be seen by all who cared to look. She stood there leaning against the railing, totally naked except for the rope belt that held the ass dildo in place. Her large tits sticking out from her tiny frame for the world to see. Soon she became aware of the office building across from the hotel. One of the windows of the building soon filled with some men in suits and ties. First one then another pointed her way. They may have been in town with a convention because several had cameras and were taking Marilyn’s picture as fast as the shutters would click. She figured that this is why James O. put her out there. She slowly turned first one way and then another lifting her hands to hold her hair above her head and away from her neck. Then one hand down to her nipple which she pinched hard. Her pussy was getting wet again. Now turning her back to the office window to show the object in her ass. She reached down to move it in and out of her ass as best she could. Her master noticed as her hands resting on the sliding glass door between them. To please everyone looking, Marilyn pressed her nipples against the glass and stuck her ass out as far as she could. As she looked over her shoulder, she could see other windows filling with other businessmen. No doubt a hundred or more people saw her turn once again to face them and spread her legs as first two than three and finally four of her fingers forced their way into her dripping pussy. As her second orgasm approached, she heard wolf whistles from construction workers below. She made sure they saw as much as they could. Hot juice filled her hand. Her breath grew wild. Her hand ground into her cunt as the other clawed at her tit. For two minutes she felt the contractions and spasms coming from her satisfied fuck hole.
James O. yelled at her to return inside. As she approached him, he unzipped his pants. She started to drop to her knees as he grabbed her and threw her on the bed. “ Your going to kiss me like you are in love with me,” he demanded. With that he forced his tongue deep into her mouth. “ Not good enough you slut!” he screamed as he slapped her face. Again he probed her mouth. Another slap. Now she opened wide and moaned loudly as if she was in total lust. She sucked his tongue. She acted hot as he bit her lip. She made sure he felt her tits grind into his chest. Her legs spread as she reached down to spread her pussy lips over his leg. She humped him with all her might. When he withdrew his tongue, Marilyn quickly moved her swollen lips to his ear and probed it with her tongue. She whispered “ I love you Master”. This was a lie, of course, she barely knew the man. She did it as part of her job. More kissing followed until she felt him fumble with his cock and ram it into her wetness. He pinned her legs to her shoulders and battered her for almost forty five minutes. He seemed to get off on spitting on her and calling her vile names. She smiled back and took the abuse. Cum filled her hole and ran down her leg. More than she expected from this older man. “ You’re wonderful Master! “ Another lie from Marilyn. She did however love most any cock that forced it’s way into her hot pussy.
A knock at the door caught them by surprise. The bellman appeared as James O. opened the door. Marilyn was under the sheets still hot and sweaty from her fresh fuck. “ I was told by another guest that someone was out on your balcony without clothes,” the bellman stuttered. “ Look” said James O. “ she may have gotten carried away. Let’s keep this quite.” He handed the bellman a hundred dollar bill. The bellman’s eyes wondered back to Marilyn. No poker face here. The bellman was clearly aroused. “Tell you what, just let me slip on some clothes and I’ll get a drink down at the lobby bar while the lady shows you how grateful she can be if all of this goes away.” said Master as he went to the bathroom to dress. Once the two are alone, Marilyn raises to her knees on the bed and lets the sheets drop away from her olive skin. “ Are you a whore?” asked the young man. “ If you want me to be” replied the black haired beauty with a smile. “ Will you suck my cock?” he quizzed. “ I would love to suck you off and swallow all the cum you can give me. “ she smiled again. Only ten minutes later her wonderful well trained mouth is filled completely with hot young man’s cum. “See that we are left alone and I’ll try to slip out later tonight and let you fuck the shit out of me,” she whispered. The bellman left in shock at his luck. He loved his job like never before.
She was ordered to dress in the things James O. had brought in his bag. “ We’re going out” he said as he returned from a couple of drinks at the bar down stairs.
The outfit had only two items, five inch spiked heels and a stretch to fit red dress. A tight dress. This little thing showed nipples, pussy lips, ass cheeks and leg, leg, leg. The open neck came to just even with her nipples. There was even a slit up one side that came almost to her waist. Just before they left, Master reached under her dress and untied the candle and pulled it out as he finger fucked her pussy while he had her describe the blowjob she had to given the bellman.
The lights from the strip joint glowed red as they pulled up. They were shown a table in the back corner. The hostess was tipped well. “ No one will say anything if your old man makes you give him a blowjob,” whispered the hostess to Marilyn before she left the table. One of the dancers soon approached James O. and asked if he wanted a lap dance or maybe something else. She was a beautiful Mexican. Lot’s of them came across the border to earn ten times what they could down south. “ Tell you what you do. Dance for me while my bitch sucks my cock then switch with her and I’ll make it worth your time.” He passed her a hundred bucks and told her that there was more where that came from. As the music blared, the Mexican lovely stripped to nothing but high heels and rubbed her tits in James O. ‘s face. Marilyn slipped down under the table and pulled the dress over her head at the same time. Her mouth found his cock about the time the dancer got her tit in his mouth. One song ended after another. His fingers worked their way into the dancer’s wet cunt. She used her tongue on his neck and chest. She turned and rubbed her ass over him. His fingers went up her ass. She ground against him. “Now suck me you slut!” he yelled over the music. “ Your turn to dance” said the beautiful Mexican to Marilyn. They quickly switched and had the Master ready to cum in no time. Marilyn felt the sting of his hand slapping her ass as she leaned into him. Again came a slap. Yet a third and the Mexican’s throat filled with his seed. When she come up from under the table, her cheeks still puffed out as if full of cum. Marilyn realized she had not swallowed. This would not please her customer so before she could leave the table, Marilyn French kissed the girl and sucked and drank all the seed in the dancer’s mouth. She hoped her master would think this was planned and be happy.
James O. was happy. “ I like the way you danced. Go to the DJ and ask him to let you get up on stage.” She thanked him and went to dance. The DJ said that she had to work there to dance. “ What can I do to change you mind?’’ she asked. The DJ put on a long song and said to come with him. She followed him to the men’s room. Right into a stall. He bent her over the dirty toilet seat and pulled her dress up to her waist. Then he slipped the thin straps down over her shoulders making the dress into more of a belt around her middle. “ The girls love my dick, baby” he said as he rammed it up her pussy in on stroke. It really was quite big and he kept up a steady rhythm for fifteen minutes, came and went. “ You got one hour whore and then your done.”
Up on the stage, Marilyn got a good look at the clientele. “Stay away from the bikers, they are nothing but trouble,” warned a dancer coming off stage as she went on. She looked for her customer and concentrated on him. She danced like she moved on the hotel balcony only to the music. Tips came from all sides of the stage. Before long she had a handful of ones, fives and tens. As she moved to another stage between songs a massive biker came up behind her and ran his hand between her legs. She jumped and turned around. The biker said “ Your old man up in the corner booth said you would give me a free lap dance. “ This sounded a bit odd to her but James O. was getting another of a dozen lap dances himself. She did just help suck him off. He was having fun with her she guessed. “ Sure, I’ll dance for you. Where to?” She followed him to the back by the pool tables. The next song found her totally naked and rubbing her perfect body all over this dirty bastard. Patrons are not supposed to fondle the dancers. Marilyn was being fingered in both her pussy and asshole. He pinched her nipples hard with his greasy hands. His tongue went into her ear and all over her neck. He bit her shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks. Then things got completely out of control. She felt his hard cock though his dirty jeans as he got up from the chair and pick her up as he did. Next he threw her down on the closest pool table. The messed up the game in progress. “ What the fuck?!” yelled a player. “ You two can have her when I finish so shut the fuck up!” yelled the biker.
Marilyn knew this was not part of the deal with her master but this guy wasn’t asking for anything just taking what he wanted. In one move he rammed his cock into her sweet pussy. He pounded her so hard that her back burned from the friction of the felt on the pool table. Thrust after thrust made her cunt raw and his cock harder and harder. He began to sweat. It dripped down onto her face and into her parted lips. The salty taste reminded her of the cum she had swallowed that night. No doubt she would taste more before she was allowed to leave the club. With a final grunt from the biker, her pussy filled with his seed and he rolled off of her. “ It’s about time.” stated one of the pool shooters whose game was interrupted. He was on her before she could wipe off the biker’s sweat. More pounding, more sweat, more cum and more burning from the friction on her back. Then the other shooter took his turn. This guy was not very big but his tool was big a hell. Men don’t use much kindness when they think they are just fucking a dirty little whore. Marilyn was just a whore as far as they were concerned. One they didn’t have to pay. Just fuck. Just as the candle had really stretched her ass, this cock was really stretching her pussy. She was relieved when his breath quickened and she took his load.
Her hopes for a quick exit waned as three more bikers appeared at the pool table. They had heard about this easy fuck and were going to get some for themselves. She showed no resistance as the next biker mounted her. She turned her head to the side to avoid his breath and saw a biker chick being groped by one of her gang. These chicks are the property of the whole gang and are made to do anything one of the members demands. Her oily t-shirt was ripped off as he turned her around and bent her over a video game table. The chick quickly unzipped her dirty jeans and let them fall to her ankles. The show her man had been watching on the pool table had made him horny and this young biker bitch would give him some relief. The chick flashed back to a night when she was getting an ass fucking while bent over a bike in a bar parking lot. She was left chained to the bike after it was over so she could guard the chopper. A waitress leaving work passed by and asked her why she put up with this shit just to ride with a gang. The biker chick gave the standard answer, “ If I have to explain, you wouldn’t understand.” Now Marilyn watched as the chick took another ass pounding. This nearly distracted her from the pounding she was now getting from the next biker.
The last biker flipped her over and ass fucked her for nearly thirty minutes. She ran to her master when he let her up before any of the others could get to her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the biker chick pulling her jeans up and moving topless back to the bar. She had the cum of at least three bikers up her ass. How young she looked. “ Where the hell have you been?’’ James O. snarled. “Here I brought you some tip money for another lap dance” she replied. Marilyn was hoping to leave soon and got her wish. On the way back to hotel, she could tell her customer was in a bad mood. “ I can’t believe you were gone so long!” he yelled. “Well, if you had not told that biker he could have a free lap dance….” He interrupted “ What fucking biker?!! You fucking slut! You will fuck anybody. When we get to the hotel I’m going to whip the skin off your back! Hay, turn around and let me see your back. What the hell are these rub marks? You fucking slut! You dirty whore!” “ Please” she begged “ I was forced into a gang bang on a pool table in the back! Six bikers fucked the shit out of me! They said it was OK with you!” pleaded Marilyn. “Well then I guess I’ll have to whip you for being stupid,” he replied calmly.
She was not tied during the whipping. She was told to place her hands against the wall and bite down on the wash cloth folded and placed in her mouth. The whip torn through the air and landed harder than any lash she had ever felt. Ten on her nipples, ten on her belly, ten on her pussy, ten on her thighs. Now turned around to expose her back then ass then thighs. For the first time she began to go in “sub space”. Submissives often use this term to describe a feeling beyond pain. A high that comes as their bodies can no longer stand what is happening to them and go numb. A strange smile come over her. The feeling was more warmth than pain. She was pleasing her master.
During the night as James O. slept, Marilyn slipped from the bed and put on a hotel robe. Quietly slipping down the hall to the bellman’s desk, she waived to him. He took her to a vacant room and fucked her with all the energy of a young stud. Her pussy burned. She fucked him back anyway. Better to uphold her promise to him than get into trouble for exposing herself on the balcony. “What are these marks on you? Is that bastard beating you?!” asked the stud. “ I beg him to do it, “ she lied. “ It looks worse than it feels” she continued. “ I could never do that!” he swore. “ Here, just bite down on my neck while you pound me baby” she coaxed. “ See, that’s how it starts. Now bite my nipple hard! You like that don’t you?” she asked. “Yes!” was his reply as he shot his hot cum deep into her raw pussy.
The next morning brought Marilyn an ass fuck from James O. He had room service bring breakfast. This was really the first food other than cum that she had to eat in almost twenty four hours. She groomed and was taken to meet her flight home. The next day she reported to work. After her morning whipping, her boss told her to get ready to move. She had been sold. For a lot of money too. “ James O. bought you. You have a week to be back out west. He said something about pimping you out to some friends of his to pay your upkeep. Anyway, it’s a done deal so pack,” said her boss with little feeling. “ First get on your knees and suck me off bitch,” he added. As she left the office and got the raincoat back from her chubby co-worker, she thought “what the hell”. As the chubby girl did her next thirty minute sex call, Marilyn used all her skills under her co-workers desk as her tongue brought climax after climax to her little friend. She would likely never see her again.

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lisa lus

Synopsis: Innocent 15 year old schoolgirl Lisa Lus is sent to live on her Aunt and Uncles farm for the summer. Once there she becomes the subject of her Aunts sadistic fantasies and finds herself at the mercy of several of the older woman’s acquaintances…when she experiences numerous episodes of the most intense humiliation and shame she could ever imagine.

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“Nothing but Love”

This story contains people from the forum who have given me permission to write out and publish this story. A majority of the events are true, with only certain events added or exaggerated to add context. Any and all criticism is appreciated, and lastly, enjoy 😀

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I Was Going To Do It.

I was going to do it.
I was going to try something I had never tried before, and I was sure it was going to work. It all seemed so simple at first, so easy and so freeing. The idea, given to me by one of my friends, was so intriguing at the time I could not stop myself from thinking about it.
It had been a solid three days since the idea lodged itself in my brain and as soon as I heard it, I knew it was something I wanted to try. The thought had sat in the back of my mind, festering and growing until I could not possibly wait another moment. I was going to do it.
I was going to tie myself up, upside-down, hanging from the ceiling in my garage with a vibrating egg inserted into my pussy.
It was going to be glorious. A girlfriend of mine and of similar build to me seemed so excited at her new found pleasure; I just had to try it.
So that is why I found myself standing in a musty smelling, dingy, grimy and overstocked porn store. How could a place be this dirty yet smell like someone spilled an entire bucket of sanitizer all over the place?
This building was a rundown gas station converted to serve pornography. It sat off exit 64 on I-92 and was a literal shit-hole. If this was not the only store within 50 miles that sold these kinds of things, I’d have gone somewhere else.
As soon as I walked in the powerful concoction of odors and aromas smacked me in the face. Eyebrows upturned, throat clenching and lunch churning in my stomach, I pressed forward; what I wanted outweighed all of what this store could throw at me.
As I browsed the isles and assembled my necessary tool-kit, I couldn’t help but breathe through my mouth and watch where my feet landed on the floor. Midway up isle (2) the floor was coated in some sticky substance I dare not tread on. It smelled like strawberry jam, so I assumed it was lube.
When I finally got back to the register, I had all I needed: 100ft length rope, (2) sets of fuzzy handcuffs, (1) ball gag, and the vibrating egg. The egg was by far the most expensive, but it was also the crucial ingredient to my plan. The box, hot pink with flowers on its sides (of course), claimed it had 10 different settings and an incredible long battery life. It also had a wireless controller so I could keep the remote in my hand, controlling its settings.
After paying my total in cash and receiving my change, I darted out the door and longed for fresh air and a shower. The unusually hot air clung to me in ways I really didn’t care for. Being mid-May in Pennsylvania, you’d think the weather would be cooler than it was, but the weathermen were predicting a scorcher of a weekend to follow.
Once safely tucked into my SUV, I smiled the coy smile of a person who is way too pleased with themselves. This was really happening.
Upon arriving home, my cat Baxter greeted me and started immediately whining that he was dying of starvation and couldn’t possibly wait another second. My bags I placed on the kitchen counter and I was lead into the kitchen by my furry companion.
I live in a 2 bedroom apartment with my boyfriend of 3 years. He travels a lot for his business and that is most of the time ok by me. Sometimes I miss him terribly, and I usually react like Baxter when he returns (except for the feed me I’m gonna starve attitude). Our apartment is a two story building in an apartment complex with a personal garage underneath our rooms. The garage was nothing to speak of, a simple one car space with little on the walls.
Once my cat was taken care of I set to work. It was Friday afternoon and Greg, my boyfriend, wasn’t expected back till Monday afternoon at the earliest. I had told exactly no one I was attempting this, so I had the apartment at my disposal all weekend.
We had kept the garage very clean, ever since we moved in two and a half years ago. We had painted and sealed the floor last year and it still looked very good despite having our cars drive all over it. There wasn’t much on the walls, because most of Greg’s tools were in a storage cabinet in the corner. We did have a three step ladder hanging from a hook next to the door and that is what I would need first.
Greg had installed a chin up bar in the middle of the garage away from where the garage door lifted up and away from the small set of stairs leading into the house. It was about 10 feet away from everything in the garage and centered in the middle of the ceiling.
Greg could simply jump up and grab onto the bar, it wasn’t that high off the ground, especially for him being 6’-2”. But for me being 5’-6”, I was never able to just jump and grab it. It was at least 4-6 inches away every time I tried.
The only other thing I needed to perform my high-wire act (as I started calling it to myself) was a sandbag to act as counterweight. Being athletic and a cheerleader in high school, I pretty much stayed at around 130 lbs. The sandbag we sometimes used as a doorstop for the back door weighted about 100 lbs. I was betting it, along with the tension on the rope, would keep me off the ground.
I took the end of the rope and triple tied it to the top of the sand bag (only after dragging that large S.O.B. into the garage). Baxter was curious, so he followed me and inspected my progress. The knot was tied very tight, and I was very sure it was not coming loose anytime soon.
The next step was to position the step ladder under the chin-up bar and get the 100 lb bag onto that top step. After a lot of grunting and lifting, I was finally able to lift it from one step to the next all the way up to the third and final step. I had also managed to work up a tremendous sweat in the process.
I slung the rope over the chin up bar and let the remainder come down on the other side. The counter weight was in place. I then lifted off my shirt and started disrobing.
After kicking the remainder of my clothes into one of the corners of the garage, I stepped onto the first step of the ladder, completely naked and still sweating.
I secured the first set of fuzzy handcuffs around my ankles and looped the rope in between my legs. I had practiced some self bondage before in my teenage years, so where I needed the rope to go came naturally to me.
Before I tied up my hands, I made sure the ball gag was in place. I secured it behind my head and felt a little drool slide down my lower lip. A grin then filled my face as I started on my hands.
My goal was to hang feet up, head down, so I needed to sit on the sandbag on the top step and lift my feet into the air. I tied the last bit of the rope onto the other pair of handcuffs and secured both my wrists behind my back. I had the vibrating egg in hand by this point and I proceeded to try it out.
I was soaked so the egg slipped in rather easily. It was made of a hard plastic material but as it sat just inside me I could have sworn it disappeared. Once I hit the on button on the remote, BOOM, yep, it was in there, pressing against every sensitive spot it could find.
I followed my work to make sure I had it all set up correctly. The sandbag, still on the top step of my ladder, had the rope tied onto it on the one end. The rope looped up and over the chin-up bar overhead and came back down in front of me, also on the step ladder. My feet were handcuffed and my hands were handcuffed and both were secured by the rope. The vibrating egg was inserted into my pussy and humming away soundly. If I chose to sit here, on the sandbag, for a couple of moments longer, I would most certainly feel myself orgasm.
Just as I was thinking this, the unthinkable occurred. Baxter, who was scratching at something (probably a bug), leapt 3 feet into the air and bolted for the entry door to the house. The sound and the movement startled me and as a result caused me to shift my weight on the ladder. The sandbag moved with me and as we shifted, the ladder toppled and slid sideways.
I felt the rope jerk and my ankles were thrust into the air and my body started to swing on the rope. The sandbag slammed onto the garage floor and then sat motionless. The remote to the vibrating egg slipped out of my hands and fell toward the floor. The vibrating egg itself hummed away inside me and I clenched my eyes and felt myself convulse with an orgasm.
‘Oh. My. God.’ It was incredible. Despite the biting pain in my ankles and the blood rushing to my head, I was naked, vulnerable, sweating and cumming all at the same time.
Then the thought struck me…I had not planned for the sandbag to fall. I was stuck in this position with no way down. The handcuff keys were in my pants pocket in the corner, the ladder had slid almost to the far wall and…
‘Oh. My. Fucking. God.’ I was cumming again. My ass flexed and my heart pounded as another powerful orgasm erupted inside me. This time I was unable to bite back my sighs and let out a low moan as I shook on the rope.
As I snapped back to reality I realized my ankles were really starting to hurt, but not in an unbearable way. Whatever fuzzy material that was around the cuffs sure worked well to stop it digging into me, or breaking my ankles when I fell off the ladder.
My body swayed still from the tumble off the ladder and I remembered the vibrating egg controller. As I craned my neck around looking at the floor, trying to see where it had …
‘Holy. Fuck. Damnit.’ Another orgasm. This one more powerful than the first two. I don’t know if it was the desperation of the moment or the movement of my body as I tried to find that fucking remote, but it caused my legs to shake and my juices to flow out of me.
I started wildly struggling against my handcuffs in an attempt to get free, but as I struggled I felt my muscles tighten again, preparing for another immense rupture.
I felt my neck slack and I looked down toward the ground. I saw the drool dripping down from the ball gag in my mouth and onto the floor. I also felt my pussy juices running down my stomach, my ass and my back. If I didn’t find that fucking remote soon…
‘Shit. Fuck. Whore.’ Another body shaking orgasm. I couldn’t take much more of this. The most I had ever come at one time (before this) was 3 times, and that was when Greg and I had come home from the bar late one night and ravaged each other.
I searched the ground a second time. My head was about 8 inches off the floor, but I was right at eye level with the top of the sandbag. That’s when I saw it. The remote! On the sandbag! What great fortune, what tremendous…
‘Ahhh! Holy. Fuck.’ A mixture of tears, saliva, sweat and cum ran down various parts of me. My muscles shook and my heart raced. I was crying from the pain of having cum so many times and a little dizzy from the rush of blood to my head.
As I sobbed, I could only think “I have to get to that remote. I have to turn it off somehow”.
I started to swing myself toward the sandbag. Just as I felt my hair brush the sandbag I felt another swell of …
‘MMMMMMMMMM….’ Was the only word/sentence/thought/sound I could come up with. My eyes rolled, my body vibrated and my juices continued to flow. I was still swinging so I continued to try for the remote.
I saw that my head would swing right over the one and only button on the remote. The only choice I had was to press my face into the bag and hope some part of it pressed the button and turned it off.
I clenched my hands, gritted my teeth against the ball gag and at the right time closed my eyes and pressed my head down onto the sandbag.
“RRRRRRMMMMMMMMM.”
“GodDamnHolyFuckingFuckSuckWhoreBitchAssSluuuuuu…..”
I had not turned it off. I had not turned it down or to a different pace.
I had turned it up. It had been on a lower setting this whole time.
Worse still…I had also knocked it on the floor. There would be no way of reaching for it now.
My teeth chattered on the gag. My legs shook. Sweat covered my body. My cum exploded out of me. I trembled, whimpered, gasped for breathe, cried and came some more. This was it.
I was going to die.
As I hung upside down, cumming uncontrollably, and realizing what my fate would be, I heard something. It sounded like a grinding sound, but it was tough to tell over the sound of the vibrating egg and the tears that filled my eyes.
The grinding sound lasted about 15 seconds and I heard a loud bang. I could hear a voice and shuffling of feet. I also noticed cooler air hit my skin and a different hue to the room than had been before.
As the voice came closer, I could pick out it was my mother. She had opened the garage door, seen me hanging naked and rushed to my side. I couldn’t form words, all I could do is cry. I cried from pain, shame, and embarrassment. I couldn’t hear anything she was telling me, but she did somehow undo the rope from the sandbag and release me to the floor.
My last conscious thought in that moment was me pulling out the vibrating egg and flicking it away from me.
As I came to, I was lying on my couch with hot wraps on my ankles and hands. I had been put into a bath-robe and my restraints had all been removed. My mother sat in the adjacent room watching TV, apparently waiting up for me to come back to consciousness.
I then spent a good 30 to 45 minutes talking to my mother. I have never been able to look at my mother in the same way again, and I doubt she will ever look at me the same either. I have never told Greg about it and I hope to god he never finds out.
And I’ll admit this….Though this was my first time using that vibrating egg, it would not be the last time I had used that vibrating egg.

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