Domination/submission

Danny becomes Danni. Part 4

Enter Madison…star pupil of Madelyn….and her son…a transvestite who will train Danni in the art of walking in heels. Madison brought a riding crop….so any mistakes will pay. Danni is up to the test…which ends quickly…

The Contract

A woman uses her recent lottery winnings to take a out a revenge contract on “The Target.”

Reset part 2

THIS HAS HEAVY SHIT IN IT. don’t read if you don’t like the tags
I don’t condone rape or violence. Guilty fantasies are good… enjoy and please comment why if you give a thumbs down

Out of the ordinary – Part 1

July 15th – Judy’s diary
White room, white light. No exit. Or at least, I can’t see it. Neither can I understand how he does it. How he makes me feel like this. I’m not even sure he’s a man. I can’t remember a thing; I don’t even know what time it is. All I can do is to assume it’s July 15th, I mean, it has to be something like that. Yeah, right, it was on July 4th, and then, blackout… Well, blackout is not a well-chosen word. I’m in this white room, with a white light, and I can never see anything but white. Except for my naked body. I used to find myself beautiful, but now it seems to me that my long-shaped legs are becoming white too, melting in the background. I couldn’t sleep for the first three days. And then, all of a sudden, down on the floor, as if I had taken some pill. When I woke up, there were these blank sheets – white paper, of course – with a pencil. He surely wants me to write something. Not to get mad? With all this light, I can’t even see where the food is coming from. How did I get here?
July 15th – X’s diary
My sweet little girl is in her room. She finally went through her hysteria. I’m very impressed. People usually get crazy in a room like this one, or at least, they’re on the verge of madness. But she seems very calm. Didn’t even notice the video camera. I painted it white, of course. And it’s part of the pleasure… Watching her sit on the floor, adrift. I should stop the air conditioning, or she will catch a cold, but it feels so good watching her nipples becoming hard as I lower the temperature. And it keeps her in touch with the outside world; it makes her feel that there can be movement in this world. Oh, yes, there will be movement soon. When she is ready.
July 16th – Judy’s diary
Well, I don’t know if it’s really July 16th. Who gives a damn now? I’ve tried to remember things, from July 4th, I mean, but all I can see is me, coming back home, light-hearted, yes, coming back home from Julian’s apartment… This I can remember clearly: feeling so good and so ashamed, because I felt I was the exact opposite of what my parents wanted me to be. They think I’m a good girl, poor them… It was so shaming to imagine their dull flat faces, smiling indulgently at me, and then imagine me again, in Julian’s apartment, asprawl on the floor with my legs wide open, wishing I would come soon… And in fact he came first, couldn’t resist it, but that’s very Julianish, if I may say so, promising things and then doing the opposite. His breath was becoming faster, and then I felt it inside me, this sweet, juicy spatter of sperm, dropping from me as he cooled down. I believe that’s what I was thinking about on the street. Seeing his face again, trying to imagine his sex in mine, and mentally apologizing to my parents for not being this candysweet little girl they thought I was. I was Alice in Wonderland, no doubt for that. But the potions I used to drink didn’t make me smaller. It was the bottle I drank them from that usually got limper… Okay, I admit it’s rather a coarse joke. But I’ve got to grasp reality – my former reality – , otherwise I will get mad in this room. What did he (she? they?) kidnap me for? I must have been here for more than ten days. Why doesn’t he threaten me? What does he want me to do?
… Can he read this?
July 16th – X’s diary
Oh yeah, Judy, I can read all of that. But you don’t know it, because even with the light, you can’t help falling asleep from time to time… You can’t help shaking your body when I get near you, breathing two inches away from you skin. You can feel it, don’t you? In your nightmares… Last night – or was it during the day? You’ll never know it, little girl – I got closer. I caressed you, starting from you neck – your skin is so sensitive, you know – and then going down, down, down, hardening your nipples, finally reaching this beautiful place of yours, your sweet and young rosebud… I heard you moan, sweetie. I came closer; it’s your sex I could smell, my darling. And you know what? The smell of sex was pervading the air, so to say. I guess you were having a beautiful dream. You were just flooded, all your body wet with sweat and other fluids I shall not name, but you’re old enough to understand, aren’t you? I cannot help writing it, but I was eager to eat you, to lick you off, and then to bury my cock in all of your holes, treating you like an animal, forcing you to become my slave. You would have cried for me to stop, to stop penetrating you, but I would have gone on, getting deeper and deeper… Oh, I’m sure that you would have shouted with pleasure in the end. You just can’t help it, that’s the way things are, you think you’re suffering because you tight ass is being attacked by a giant pole, like oh-my-god-I-will-faint-before-it-ends, but then it’s all over you, this mere feeling of ectasy, and your legs are shaking, your tits are trembling, and at that very moment, you could do everything for me. Every little horrible thing I could ask. But I’m still behind you, honey. Behind and inside. You’ve just forgotten, all you are able to think of is this endless climax – the most solitary moment of sex, maybe – , but I’m still there, and I’m not done. And you have to take the pain till I come. Till I give the final shot… Till your face gets white, just as the room, isn’t funny honey?
It’s late. I was just dreaming. All I’ve done by now is to smell the perfume of your cunt. Stimulates imagination! Just wait for you turn, baby.
July 17th – Judy’s diary
I thought of Julian again. That should have been a sweet thought, but all I could think of was sex, that is us having sex on the sofa, in the bathroom, on his office desk, fucking like beasts. Copulating, should I say. My dear diary – I mean, my dear collection of blank sheets – , you imagine what follows. I couldn’t resist. Fantasy will always be the ultimate master one can dream of. These pictures penetrated my head, they just settled down there, and finally made my hand gently slide from my breast to my pussy, trying to imagine the pressure of Julian’s body, his tongue maybe, his tongue moving nimbly on my most sensitive parts and slightly entering my vagina… No, enough of that! How can I masturbate in such an awful moment? Maybe because it’s beyond fantasy. It’s as if I really bent down, reaching for his cock, my lips closing around it, moving upside down, slowly first, and then faster, faster, FASTER (is it me talking? Or him?).
Why? Why do I have to write that?
Is it you (whoever you are, you motherf…) who makes me feel this way?
WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DON’T YOU SHOW UP?
Anyway, if you can read me, I’m thirsty. Had to waste half of the bottle I found in the room so as to wash me. I don’t like staying all wet after an orgasm.
July 18th – Judy’s diary
Oh my God there’s noise. I think he’s going to enter the room. I’ve heard something humming, and then something else creaking, and then something else squeaking, and then something else… Am I going to die? I’m afraid, I’m afraid. Why do I have to be naked? I feel humiliated. Am I being watched? Did somebody watch me masturbating? Rubbing my clit like mad? I’m getting paranoiac, but every time I feel a door is opening, the light becomes even more blinding.
Oh please there it is. The blinding light. But there’s a shadow. Is he coming? Is he going to…?
July 18th – X’s diary
I’m coming all right, sweetie. And you’re going to feel it. Here things begin.

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An invitation is not what it always seems to be

This start of a story,is about role reversal, ..its fiction. with Domination and the like, I intend to carry on if I get any positive thoughts, if not I will confine it into the annals of the bin.
Hello J, I,ve just spotted a new group of teens ,which will be ideal for our clients, fax them and let them know ,that the new ones will ÂŁ80,000 each,and will be ready for collection,end of June, and tell them we have all colours this time.
I called the others ,and the reception committee would be waiting, how many Kath asked 9 at the moment,ages seem to range 19 – 30, may have to get rid of one or two, lets hope they all come up to scratch, see you shortly.
Hi boys I said, doing anything tonight , No was there reply,fancy helping me and my freinds with a little light work,and we will happily entertain you later. They eagerly, climbed into the back of our Minibus, sat down,and off we went.With our automatic Chloraform sprayer switched on , in the back of the air vents, they were all asleep very quickly.
The big gate entrance opened for us,and we drove through,and parked along side the celler entrance, each of us hauled our future sales goods off the bus, and after attaching them to an overhead rail, they were guided downstairs, for processing.As it took at least 2 hours for the chloraform to wear off,it gave us enough time to strip ,wash & tattoo each body with our mark, always making sure the goods did not get damaged.
Each one of our captives would be known by a name ,ie J1, ( That meant they had to be ready for the 1st week of June), if not the price dropped ÂŁ10,000 per week, for time lost. We needed to check their bodily fuctions were ok, but first they had to be whipped into some form of order,all our clients relied on disipline, and if they faulty ,then more often than not,they were disposed of , but we did,nt like that method of disposal so some of us kept them for own use, it was a great pleasure having your own personnal cock slave ,after a hard days work.
Girls, I suggest we tie each one to the wall straps , leaving thier cocks and balls free, , we will do the hot wax treatment immediately, don,t want any hairs to get in the way.And with that , wax was poored onto each male,make sure you ball-gag them ,keeping the noise down, don,t forget the pubes and arse.So each one was subjected to a good lathering ,and any bits missed with the hot wax,a cut throat razor was used to remove the balance.Then they were individually dipped into very warm water, thoroughly soaped and washed,dryed through an hot air dryer, and left for half an hour to settle.
Now it was time for their induction, Kath and I went into the first cell, lowered a lovely looking black boy of about 22 years ,down onto the floor, Kath took hold of his big cock, and said she is going to suck him off, she put his cock into her mouth and proceeded to suck , his eyes started to brighten up, but still with his ball gag in place,he was unable to say a thing. She wanked his cock with fury, he lasted a very short time,and his load flew all over us. Another blouse for the wash, I said. I think he would be ideal for our S. This Client, she loves virile black men,and I believe they are looked after very well,and when she has finished with them , pays them well,and sends them where ever they want to go to.
Next J2 was dragged into the whipping room, he was,nt so compliant, we had to be very careful how we treated our merchandise,as a literal whipping was bad for the skin, so I grabbed hold of his very big cock,and pulled it very hard,he winced with pain, I told him ,behave or I will put his cock inside a bottle,and wank him till he was erect,and leave him for an hour ,and then smash the bottle with a hammer, you will not enjoy that, and you won,t be able to piss for a week.This lovely white boy,was handsome,and I did not want to hurt him, but his complaining never stopped, and the bottle was fitted, we led to a cell,closed the door behind us , and watched him on the overhead camera,and was,nt he suffering.
J2 through to J6 were all good looking boys, they kept themselves in good condition, we had lots of clients ,especially Gays ,who enjoyed breaking a new cock or two in, these five were destined for the Arab market, mainly for use in hareems, but sadly for them, they had to be steralised, in the past our clients insisted on castration, we thought that a little harsh, so Key hole surgery was the next best, so as some of us were either Doctors and Nurses, a little operation was a simple task, anyway the money we earnt doing this ,supplemented our meager NHS salaries. We enjoyed our proper jobs,always taking care of the finer details of our patients.
I won,t bore you with the ins and outs of steralisation, a couple of snips in the right places,and all would be well. Key hole was much quicker ,and we still had time in theday to complete processing our merchandise.J7 – J9 were becomming a little awkward, they needed firmer discipline we realised as soon as skin was broken, the price dropped drastically, but problems we were having,and they had to be sorted.
We took J8 ,and in front of all the others, bound his cock very tightly, then bent him over a vaulting horse,and with a cat of nine tails,unleashed fury on his bottom, he was securly tied to metal bars at both front and back, so movement was almost impossible. This white male was destined for the heavy use Gay scene, they enjoyed a good wide arse,as many liked to double penetrate, and he had to be trained in the art of double cock sucking, and the clients like them lively,we hurt J8 for his own sake and thier ultimate pleasure.
Rather than use batons to practice the art of DP, we encourage our clients to send a couple of thier own slaves to fuck um & suck um, so after the beating had finished,J8 was lowered to the floor and was brutially abused by the boys, we all stood and watched whilst ,they firstly took off the cock twine, removed his ties to front and back, and as they were both strong boys this guy would be a walk over.With ball gag out,and an 10″ x 3.1/2″ cock in , some head and face slapping ensued, Bs cock never remained still for five seconds,he fucked J8s mouth so much so,he was gagging all the way, and just in case he thought of biting him,its very hard trying to bite a 3.1/2″ girth cock, your unable to get any pressure on the bite, I should know because as a young girl I was raped by a big boy,and with a cock of that size in my mouth I could scream for help either, but thats another story.
It was interesting standing their watching two cocks doing thier finishing work,when they ejaculated,sperm was flying around everywhere, J8s arse was full of it,and his mouth was full, the boys forced him to swallow the lot, and we made one of the others J7 to come and lick his arse clean.I think thier reading for export girls, have we got all there traveling documents ready,they had to go cargo, could,nt afford them being found by customs.
Kate contacted the various clients,and told them we wished collection and or shipping arrangements to be texted to us, and once the money had changed hands ,we would be able to release our goods.Everyone duly paid,and after a thorough final check-up they would be ready for the off.To avoid any contact with the outside world ,all were once again Chloraformed, and loaded,collected and out of our hands.
Kath ,shouted to me,we had another urgent order, to fufill, but this time it was to be girls over the age of 25, apparently ,at that age it was thought they would be nice and mature, before becoming old maids, we turned the order down, even though it was worth an extra bonus of 200k.
I made the decision that we would holiday ,and then in 6 weeks,start again, this was accepted, so I hope you enjoy me sharing with you my first venture into cruel business, i will return soon to share our next venture

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Adventures of Pinkie: TRUCK PULLING COMPETITION

It has been a few months of heavy torment for pregnant Pinkie and her udders. She kept spending most of the time on that truck, fucked in the ass and being fed strictly with nutritious sperm and water. The vixen was often cuffed behind that truck, constantly in a state of bliss from the pain and pleasure. Her belly started to expand 3 weeks ago and was now hanging down bellow the Outlaw’s slave ribcage. Still not nearly as low as the large pendulous jugs dangling off the truck.

Mistress in the Making Phase 2

Layla wanted to tell her aunt how much she felt about following her footsteps. Instead, she learned something more valuable through the insight of her aunt’s slave…her sister Laura.