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NataliaI stepped into Master's VIP room, or dungeon, as he called it, for the second time since I'd agreed to be his slave. I looked around and noticed things I hadn't before. First off, everything was black. The walls, the cabinets, the bed, the sheets, even the chair in the corner. There was a black curtain hanging on one wall. I realized that it must be covering a window. I shivered as I thought about Master's question. Did I want people watching while I was at my Dom's mercy? It was one thing to be strapped to a wall, but the sex act itself? The Dom in that room had been fully dressed as if he had no intention of even fucking her. What did he get out of it then? There were so many nuisances to BDSM and I felt that I hadn't even learned half of them."Nadu position." Master said, voice commanding. I remembered this from that first day. So much has happened since then. I got on my knees, ass on my feet and legs spread, hands down on my thighs, head down and I waited. I was in the re
DanielI am in Dom space now. I had to be to do what was necessary, to play this next part. I had my possession right where I needed her and I was going to use her. I wasted no time unzipping my pants and pulling out my hard, pierced cock. I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her hair as I moved my slave, (mine!) forward until the tip of my dick hovered near her mouth."Beg me for it." Oh, fuck, yes, I was so ready for her to please me."Master, please put your cock in my mouth. Gag me, use me. Come down my throat, " She begged so prettily.I tapped my piercing against her full lips. She opened wide for me, then I shoved myself all the way in with no resistance. The heavy ring banged against the back of her throat."Take it all. I want to feel the back of your throat with every stroke," My other hand reached between us and I rubbed her pussy lips, but it would receive no pleasure from me, not now, not yet."Fuck, Slave. So wet and dripping." I reached further back and pressed agains
NataliaI woke up with my alarm clock the next morning in Daniels' bed like I have for the last few days. He had dressed me in my robe and brought me back to the apartment late last night. I groaned as I rolled over to turn off the alarm. I was so, so, sore pretty much...everywhere. My shoulders and thighs ached. I blushed, even though I was alone, when I thought about the soreness in another intimate place. I hopped up quickly when I thought of that and had to go sit on the toilet for a little while. The discomfort had been well worth it though, for both of us it seemed, a small smile graced my lips. I only had one virginity left.As I showered, I replayed the evening. Master cuffing me, securing me to that device and the caning. That shit hurt but also turned me on like nothing else ever had. His bites. I rubbed my shoulders. I could feel the bruised skin there. I pressed on the spot and my nipples hardened. Yep, I liked all of that. I felt the welts left from the cane. Remembered th
DanielNow what to do with her? She stood before me, naked. I could see welts and bites on her beautiful skin. I had marred her flesh and I wasn't ready to do it again. Her ass needed some recovery time too, but she needed a punishment."Spread your legs, hands behind your head." I adjusted her slightly after she did as I asked."This is the inspection pose, Slave. You need to remember it.""Yes, Master.""How are you feeling after last night? Are you sore?" I said conversationally."I am sore, but in a good way, Master. Except my butt feels raw and aching." As she said this I went to a drawer and got some cream, then I walked around her eyeing every mark. I kneeled down behind her and put some cream on my index finger."Bend over and stay still," I told her. She hesitated slightly, it was a compromising position to be in, so I waited a moment before I demanded, "Now."She slammed her hands onto the floor quickly but had to spread her legs to brace herself. Perfect. Her asshole was red
NataliaI'd been on my hands and knees for hours now. Master had given me a few breaks throughout the day, but fuck I never wanted this punishment again. His bare feet were in the center of my back. I don't think this was comfortable for him, mostly because I suspected he was trying not to put all his weight on me.My head was pointing toward the door so anyone that passed by could see my face. And it was a lot since it was time for people to start clocking in and the time clock was past Master's office down at the end of the hall. They all looked in as they went by, waving and greeting my master. Then they gawked at me again on the way back down the hallway. Ugh.No one asked what was going on. I mean we were in a sex club and I was a collared slave. I guess it is obvious that I was being punished, so yeah, humiliation, checked off the list. At this rate, we wouldn't need three months to have finished the check list. We'll be done by the end of the month, maybe. Would he still want me
DanielLater that night, we made dinner together. After dinner we watched movies on the couch. I had Natalia snuggled in my arms. It felt good, right, just the two of us chilling out like a couple. That thought gave me some pause. What if I asked her to be my full-time girlfriend and part-time slave? I would always want to dominate her in the bedroom but this? Tonight? I didn't want to think about her being my slave or checking off any item on that BDSM list. I just wanted her right where she was. No expectations of sex, although I would definitely be fucking her if we weren't waiting for the birth control to kick in. I was just happy being with her. Happy. Now there is a loaded word. When was the last time I was happy in this way? Not since I was a kid, maybe?I looked down at her collar. I was never letting her out of my sight without it on her neck. She was mine. Some aspects of our lives, well, I owned her and everyone needed to know it. She was my possession. I thought about leash
DanielThis could not have happened at a worse time. Here I am catching feelings for Natalia, even thinking about next steps, and Lenore shows up. I didn't even know she still knew the code for the door downstairs. Had we not changed it in so long? We had gotten complacent, apparently, which I would soon correct, but not soon enough, obviously.I can't send Lenore away now either. What I told Natalia was the truth. Once she was in her 'little' state, she was so child-like it was impossible to speak to her about anything of importance. She was literally like a five or six-year-old, tantrums and all. I had to wait her out and I never knew how long that would take. Sometimes she would be like this for hours, at other times it could take days before she came back to herself. She had missed work in the past from being in her "little" headspace so long.I suspected Lenore retreated because of some trauma in her past. Though, she had never confided in me. She'd even gotten combative with me
NataliaI couldn't sleep. Daniel and I had gone to bed together for the first time and he was still here. Swoon. He had an arm slung over me. And I would be ecstatic if it weren't for the girl in the next room. She was here for nefarious purposes, I was sure of it. I didn't trust Lenore, hence being wide awake. I was afraid to sleep. What if she tried something...I don't know. Maybe I was overthinking, but I know I heard her say something before I left her room last night. I'm pretty sure Daniel believed me, but what could he do? If she was in her little state and I was wrong, well, we couldn't take that chance. I wasn't some monster to send a child-like woman out into the world. If I'm right, then I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. And I'm sure I'm right. What to do about it?What is her plan? Is she here to break us up? Daniel says he wants me and not her, (yay!) so I don't see how she can. He seemed to be totally over her. My respect for him ramped up when he allowed me to tak
AnalieseWhen I woke, I was sore everywhere, it seemed. I flipped on my stomach and pushed myself off the bed. When I went to the bathroom, I stood over the toilet, not even trying to sit down. That was only ten licks. He had promised twenty, and I had a feeling he would deliver the rest. I had requested the riding crop next, and I wasn't looking forward to it at the moment.Then I thought about all the things he did as a whole, and I was ready to go find him. He'd denied me orgasms so far. I was hoping for a final result with fireworks at the end. My throat was sore, my as8s was sore. If he fu8cked me that hard again, my pus8sy would be sore - I did feel a slight twinge - but it was nothing compared to the other pain. It wasn't even noon yet.I wasn't complaining, however. I had gotten so wet, so hot and bothered while he spanked me that my pu8sy was quivering by the time he slid inside me. I would have orgas8med in just a few more strokes. I didn't want Oscar to know that I was enjo
OscarI wasn't really mad anymore, but she didn't need to know that. I would never touch her in anger. That was a big no-no for a Dom. She'd chosen the wooden paddle and I would need her on her feet, bent over the edge of the bed. The wood was thick and long, kinda like me (hehe), so I wanted to make sure that I got her butt cheeks. The fattiest areas were best for this device. I didn't want to mistakenly hit her back, which I wouldn't, but I wanted to be safe. This was her first punishment and her first real spanking. Twenty licks was a lot too, but I couldn't go easy on her. She put herself in danger by leaving and going to his house, even if he wasn't there.Nope. Stop thinking about it. I didn't want to risk getting angry again. I was interested in what she and Mindy had to say to one another, but that could wait. I would scold her while she received her punishment. She needed a good dressing down. I worried about her the whole time she was gone. I got enough shi8t going on not to
MindyThere was a knock at the door. It was only eight in the morning. I didn't usually have visitors knock so early, so it was curious. I was an early riser, a thing that drove Dylan crazy. He hated getting up early and usually worked a second or third shift so he could sleep in. He never came home last night, which was also curious. I wondered if this had something to do with that.An ominous feeling fell over me. It sucked because I was on a serious high after my night with the guys. It had been wonderful, and it made me examine why I had put up with Dylan for all these years. Kent and J.J. were seriously good lovers without the bent of cruelty that Dylan had. It was a revelation really. I didn't feel used or abused or taken for granted this morning. I'd felt delighted.I looked out the peephole with a bit of shock. Analiese. She was a bit older, but exactly how I remember her from high school. I was going to get some bad news, I just knew it. I opened the door to face my fate."He
OscarAna made some valid points. She wanted to be informed about things going on in her own life. I get that. Not many people like to be left in the dark, especially when it pertains to their own lives. I had my reasons for not giving her the plan, mostly because I didn't want her inside freaking out about what was going on outside. I didn't have time to get her out of here, not when I thought Dylan might be out there watching.I didn't want to wait until dinner. I lied a bit when I said I was calling Moe. I needed to ask Bill to look around the house and see if he finds any indication that someone had been looking in the windows at her old house. I don't think this is the first time Dylan has done something like this. I need information to move forward.It was one of the days that Bill decided to work from home. He went outside immediately when I explained the situation. He remembered Dylan from the high school days and knew that something had happened to break them up. I had explai
AnalieseThere is a war going on inside me. First, I want to be strong. I am strong. I've gotten through to the other side of what could have been a tragedy in my life. The second part, I needed help to get there. Oscar was there for me every step of the way. I no longer sit around moping, thinking why me? I moved forward towards the goal of being myself again. So then, I'm strong again. A continuous and seemingly endless circle.Where would I be if he hadn't called me that first night in the car after our rescue? I shudder to think that I would be lying around my house, depressed and alone. With no hope. What is worse than living without hope? Nothing. Those without hope struggle to live, to move on and recover. They often use violence against themselves. They become addicts to escape. They may even contemplate death. I cringe. I'd never been down that road in my mind before and shied away from its implications.Oscar didn't talk about it with me last night, but I know Dylan was afte
MindyDylan left after he showered. I didn't expect him home anytime soon. When he says he'll be late, it's always true. I'm surprised that he actually left me alone. He's never had me entertain the guys without him supervising and directing the action. He's definitely the dominant personality of their trio. I was wondering how Kent and J.J. would act without Dylan here while I made dinner for one. I knew Dylan would get something to eat while he was out. It was his M.O.Because I knew him so well, I also knew he stepped out on me occasionally. I used to let it bother me, but once I realized he was never going to marry me, I let my heart grow cold for him. Now we are basically nothing more than friends with benefits. Roommates who fu8cked. He would call me his submissive. And while I was submissive to him, I didn't really like that title. I liked to say we were fuc8k buddies. Anyway, I'd taken up messing around with other men too. So I guess you could say we are even.I don't flaunt my
Dylan (POV by request)Warning: Degradation and Humiliation Kink That May Be Disturbing for Some Readers.As soon as Mindy came home from work, I pulled her inside and threw her over the back of the couch. I shoved her dress up and pulled her thong aside. My di8ck had been hard all day from seeing Analiese. She was so pretty and innocent looking. I'd been so close to fu8cking her back in high school. I put in all the work, then she found out about me and Mindy. To top it off, Oscar got involved, and it was game over for me with Ana. I've been pretty resentful ever since.Mindy had only been a toy to pass time with back then. I needed to fu8ck and Mindy liked to spread her legs. Next thing I knew, we had moved in together. She was no innocent. Not like Ana. I know I would have been her first, if I had just been more discreet. Fuc8ing Mindy behind the bleachers was a colossal mistake. It had been Mindy's idea. She loves public se8x even to this day. But Mindy was a who8re. She had fuc8ke
OscarI watched her fine ass walk away from me and I sighed. Now was not the time to get hard. I used my imagination anyway. Ana would go to the bedroom and get naked. Her beautiful body would be bare in a few moments, and I was stuck out here with this douche8bag. I looked down at him when he moaned. He'd be awake soon. My neighbors didn't seem to notice the fight, but they will notice the cops milling around soon. I hear the sirens stop wailing as they pull along the street outside the gate.I told Ana the story I would tell the cops. She was smart enough to follow my lead. The story was mostly true, I just happened to be outside waiting for the sick fu8ck instead of inside with Ana. Dylan's fingerprints were on the window and screen if the cops bothered to check. I knew they would haul him away tonight. I just hope it was enough to keep him in jail a little while. Trespassing by itself probably wasn't going to do it. I hope they got him for breaking and entering, even though he nev
AnalieseCoco hears something. I look up from my phone when I see her ears co8ck to the side. I'm sitting on the couch playing a game on my phone, trying to distract myself from the fact that Oscar isn't home yet. I'm not scared or anything. I've talked with my mom and Kylie. I figured it was a good time to do those things while Oscar was out.Kylie seems to be doing well. She told me that Brody was out as well, so I told her that they guys were most likely together, planning something against Dylan. We discussed what we thought they might do. Knowing they had killed before and recently, probably crossed both of our minds, but we didn't discuss that. It wouldn't be wise, obviously, and it was too fresh. And I hated that all those good men, including my own father, were in on something like that. I had not even talked to Oscar about it. I would one day, but sometime in the future. I didn't want the details just yet. It was enough to know that those thugs would never hurt anyone else ag