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Happy Fricking Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just Brad here sitting at the main office before staff arrives and looking out the window at the softly falling rain and wishing that it was Friday evening all ready,chuckles.I hope Y/your week has gone well and all the goals Y/you set out have been achieved and more important...Y/your mind is just brimming with the thoughts of coming delights the weekend has to offer.Its been a preety good week here,won the bid on the electrical work on two new stores and lost one.......all in all came out on top,chuckles.I had treated Myself with some pots of flowers last Sunday to make up some hanging baskets for the decks this weekend and cant wait to get under way with that labor of love,smiles.I think I mentioned the eldery couple I am helping remodel their bathroom before the grandkids come to visit.Well She finally picked out the tile pattern she wanted and I am going to set them around the mirror tomorrow for her.I dont realy like doing tiling cause its such fussy work but the end result is worth it.The youngest Domling is getting better with His driving,thgis Kiddo is having fewer and fewer white knuckle,dash grabbing moments!!!! I promised Him that when school ends and He starts working in the business for the summer break,He can do all the driving when we go from jobsite to jobsite[Think I should issue a warning in the local paper at that time,lol].The butcher called last night and told Me he just got in some fantastic blade roasts.Even though its supposed to rain most of the weekend,it was like raising a red flag to a bull..I just have to knock off early here today and head over to shoot the shit with him and score some delicious beef.A few ice teas and I am sure the light rain wont bother Me BBQing those blade steaks at all,chuckles.Was taking a wee break at the home office last night and got into a most interesting discussion with a mated couple I have had the honor of knowing for awhile now.You know the type...they finish each others sentneces[though she shows proper and loving derferal to her Master].Got to talking about how O/others W/we know look at the role of Master/slave.Interesting discussion but kinda put Me behind in the paperwork goals I had set out for Myself------worth it though!!!!! Anyways cant get it out of My mind this morning....the delightful inter reaction---who is trully slave and who is trully Master???????

Denise really was the perfect slave. The level of submission and compliance was far beyond that of any I had experienced before and I have been training slaves for a long time.The golden rule is establishing a safe word at the very beginning. It can be anything that wouldn’t be used in the context of sex so a word like “apricot” is good. Denise had never used her word even though I had taken her to extremes of torment.

Never once had she complained when my whip slashed at her skin, raising deep red welts across her tits and buttocks. Using a speculum on her hadn’t fazed her at all. She seemed to relish the harsh slap of the paddle and had never once resisted the pinch of her manacles. Taking her to the precipice of orgasm, only to be denied the pleasure, never once brought forth a word of complaint. Even when she had been passed over to the ministrations of other Dom’s in the club, had she mentioned her safe word and they all knew it before being given free access to her body. Even the extreme of electro-stimulation produced nothing more than the twitch of her muscles where the clamps bit into her pussy lips and the current passed through them.
Denise would be waiting for me when I returned home from work, kneeling just inside the front door, with her knees apart as she had been trained to do, wrists locked together, in manacles, behind her back and her rhinestone or steel choker on. Her head would be held high, her back straight. She would be naked and ready to do my bidding and eager to please me.

No hole was out of bounds with Denise. She would have me in her ass just as easily as her cunt or mouth. She didn’t seem to mind if my seed filled any of those orifices, or spilled out over her chest, back or face or between her toes, just grateful for the attention. She would sit all day, chained to the bed or the banister, waiting for my return. As long as she had a chamber pot and some bottled water, Denise would be in the same place that I had left her, even though she could activate the release of her manacles. If I set her to do the cleaning, then I could be certain she would have polished every surface, naked as I insisted and, if by some miracle, she had missed a spot, for I would check thoroughly, she would run to fetch a paddle or whip, accept her punishment silently and then do the thing she had missed, with the redness of her punishment fading on her skin.

She didn’t even use the safe word when I strapped her to the railings of our balcony at the hotel we stayed in, on holiday, in Cyprus, even though everyone who passed by, could see her nakedness, see clearly, her sex held open, spread as she was by the ties. Not a sound escaped her as I whipped her ass in full view of those total strangers, not a tear, nothing, only a renewed eagerness to make me happy when I released her.I had not reached her boundaries in the eighteen months she had been with me. I am sure she had them, but I had not found them as yet and I wasn’t sure I wanted to go very much further in searching for them. Perhaps my boundaries were narrower than hers. I left her with a leash on, tied to an eyebolt in the wall in the kitchen. Her instruction for the day was to defrost the fridge and prepare dinner for that evening. The leash, attached to her iron neck ring, was long enough to give her complete movement around the kitchen, but nowhere else. She would be naked, her natural condition, with the exception of an apron so that she didn’t burn herself. I left for work, shutting the front door after slapping her ass and leaving a red mark that would gradually fade. Thank you Master was all she said as the door clicked shut.

Later that day, I was having my customary latte in Starbucks while I read the paper. As usual, it was busy and seats were hard to come by. Suddenly, a nudge on my elbow from behind, knocked the whole steaming cup full of coffee into my lap, more importantly, over my crotch. The hot liquid reached my cock almost straight away. I had to jump up to pull the wet fabric away so I wasn’t scalded. “I am most dreadfully sorry” She was stunningly beautiful, even more so that she was blushing in embarrassment. “Please, let me get you another.” And then she looked at my hand, frantically holding the steaming hot fabric away from my groin. She laughed and it was pure music to hear.“It’s okay.” I heard myself say.

“Well can I help in any way?” She managed to ask as she stifled her giggles. I couldn’t help it, I laughed to, knowing how silly it looked, with me hopping from foot to foot, clutching my flies like they were on fire.“Alice.” She held her hand out.
“Um… Robert… pleased to meet you.” I couldn’t shake hands right at that moment. I still had the cup in one and my trousers in the other. “Please let me buy you another coffee.” I declined, but took the opportunity to look her over. Her beauty was more than just her face. Her body was in great shape. Neither too large, in the areas that matter to a man, nor too small either. Proportionally, she was perfect, with auburn hair and freckles on her shoulders. My cock hardened in its wet haven. I have long been a sucker for freckles.

“Well let me make it up to you in some way. Why don’t I buy you dinner? In fact, why don’t I make dinner for you later? What are you doing tonight?” I found myself accepting her invitation, already anticipating the date. She gave me her card with her address scribbled on the back and left me with a smile as she turned towards the door. “Make it nine she said over her shoulder.” She paused and then asked, “Is there anything you don’t like?” “No, I’m easy. Bye” I waved and then she was gone.

Denise had cleaned up, the fridge gleamed and something smelled really good on the cooker. Suddenly, in her presence, I felt guilty, which was completely irrational. Surely, as the Master, it was my prerogative to do as I pleased and, if that meant pleasuring another woman, then so be it. Somehow, I wasn’t convincing myself. Later, once dinner had been eaten and she had cleaned up, I took her to the bedroom and manacled her wrists to the bedstead. Although I felt guilt, I was determined to meet Alice tonight, knowing that a meal was not really the offer. I told Denise that I had to go out on business and would likely be some time.She said, “Yes Master” and looked up at me… trusting, a stab of guilt, almost had me change my plans.

I found Alice’s apartment block easily, being in the fashionable part, in centre of town. The concierge opened the door for me as if I were expected, and directed me to the lift. She was waiting for me as I stepped out of the lift. Her plain, figure hugging red dress was framed in the entrance door of her apartment. She had let her hair down, the light from behind gave her a halo effect and also a shadowy outline between her legs as it weakly leached through the fabric.

My assumption was correct, dinner wasn’t really the offer. As soon as the door clicked shut, we tore at each others clothing like children with Christmas presents. Before more than a few minutes had passed, we were completely naked, on top of her bed, mouths stuck together, while hands searched and tried to gain as much information as possible, as quickly as possible. Nowhere was left unexplored, tits, back stomach and pussy were all subjected to my questing fingers. Her nipples pressed against the palm of my hand, suffused and aroused. Her clit, protruded from its hooded enclave to meet pinching fingers, producing excited shivers from Alice. She in turn, had my raging cock in her fist, pumping and smearing my pre-cum over the purple headed gland. Then her cunt was creaming, filling my mouth once we had changed positions. She came copiously, coating my tongue and chin with her essence as she in turn, was swallowing my cock, cramming it in until her nose was hard up against my anus.

It was a desperately heady session. Our breathing was snatched between filling our mouth with each other, hearts raced and banged. She was astride me, pinioning her self on my rod, driving me deeply into her body. Then, she was below me, her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me into her with a urgency. And, then I was filling her cunt from behind, ramming myself against her buttocks that rippled slightly from the shock force of my thrusts.She dripped and dribbled and covered me with her sweet smelling cream until that moment of climax, when it all comes crashing down to the last few thrusts as my semen pumped, unseen, into her body.

We fell, exhausted, clasping each other, onto the bed. Alice was asleep in seconds, but couldn’t drift off. Instead, after perhaps an hour, I gently extricated myself from her clutches and quietly searched for my clothes, aware of the smell of her sex and my spunk as it dried on my skin. I left Alice snoring at around two in the morning and returned home, hoping that Denise would be asleep. She wasn’t. I suppose she heard the key in the lock. She was kneeling on the bed as she had been taught, knees apart, head up, back straight and her hands clasped behind her. Her steady gaze tore right through me, leaving me bereft of words and a hard lump in my throat.

Making an excuse, I showered, removing the stink of Alice’ and my combined juices from me. Then I came back to Denise who was still kneeling, waiting patiently, trusting and completely ready for my pleasure. I wanted to hit her suddenly. Really beat her until she bled or was unconscious. It was a completely irrational rage that raced around and so help me, I even had my hand raised to smack her face with as much force as I could muster. As suddenly as the rage came, it went. One look into her unflinching eyes killed it, snuffed it out light a candle flame.

I took her manacles off, freeing her. She looked quizzically at me, but didn’t question my actions. Then I laid her down on her back. Denise’s eyes followed my every movement, uncertainty obvious by the slight frown of her eye brows. I laid down along side her and cupped a breast, rubbing a nipple with a thumb pad, feeling it harden and respond. I made love to Denise that night. Made love in a way we had never before, gently, as equals, sensuously and satisfyingly. We slept in each others arms, sated and replete, but just before sleep over came me, I heard her say softly, I knew you would come back to me. It is you who really are the slave. She is right. I am a slave to her love and always will be.


Well guess its time to clear some of the stuff off this desk and geet that much closer to Brad time!!!! I hope Y/your weekend picks Y/you u off your feet and sends a delightful wee tingling in those dangling toes!!! Blessed be,Brad

Grins.....Are Y/ytou moaning and groaning a wee bit at the start of another week? Join the crowd! This weekend was a super one for Me,as I hope it was for Y/you.Needed to use most of Saturday to do some catching up on paperwork which sucked,but being a rainy morning,it wasnt so bad. I ended up treating Muyself for pissing away most of saturday working by running over to the Bay and talking with My buddies on the baots.Got sonme great seafood pulled right fro the waters that day and returned to call some neighboras and we had a great seafood evening on the decks.Something about great P/people being around that makes the world seem alright isnt there? Sunday came up bright and crystal clear and guess qwhat this kiddo did[well after feeding the squoireels and ravens]....I went to have My first game of gold in ywo years!!!!!!!! The score sucked big time but it was so fantastic just being out there on the course.I had taken out a memebership again after two years.Just didnt have the time the last two years to devote to it but figured why not try again this year and see what happens.The only draw back was that since I wasnt using it much,I gave away My cart to a member who was a dircetor of a summer bible camp for the camp to use[someone might as well be getting some use of it]. So I walkedthe course yesterday,which My docotr would have been so pleased,but I think a new cart is in the future if I can just squeeze those extra hours out to golf again.Anyways,after the refreshing golf,guess what this kiddo did???? Being such a warm day and watchinbg the squirrels palying I decided to kick off summer by making My very first pitcher of Long Island Ice Tea of the season!!!!! Couple that with some super home made hambutger patties on the BBQ and the afternoon rocked.Got an earlky start today and am sitting here with a thread running through My head.Lately have met some wonderfull puppygirls and since I havent put anything on here in awhile,the mind wanders......

As she lay sleeping, in one powerful moment he wraps his hand across her mouth like duct tape and plunges his cock deep into her. As his weight presses into her, she is startled awake. He can tell she is confused, surprised, and wet. He wraps his hand with her hair as if he was riding a bull and he leans in and whispers:

"Good morning my love."

He had awakened her in this manner many times before, however, today it would be different. He will challenge her submission and devotion.

"There will be no need for clothes or words for you today. You will serve me to whatever end I desire. I can read your body and your eyes. Your submission will be your gag and your devotion will be your clothes. You will do nothing without my permission."

He feels her tighten around his cock as he delivers his plan for the day.

"You have only this one chance to refuse my request. After that you will be my property until the morning comes. You have one of two words to choose. 'Yes,' which will be your last for 24 hours, or 'No,' to start your day."

As he's fucked her, he has repositioned her on her hands and knees. . He knows her responses and body as well as she does and can tell that she is close to coming. With his cock hard and deep into her, he asks,

"What is your answer?"

He pulls her upright by the hair and releases his hand from her mouth as she begins to come.

"Yyeesssss" explodes from her with spit and snot and tears as if cum from his cock.

He replaces his hand over her mouth and slows his thrusting. He can feel her contracting as the orgasm fades within her.

"Very good. My girl."

He pushes her flat to the bed with his body and turns her head to the right. She has that sub smile. The one you can't slap off. That smirk of being owned and used and safe and protected.

"It is cold and rainy. What better way to spend a Saturday than naked in silence, serving your dominant?"

"Rule 1. The following rules stand for twenty four hours unless otherwise instructed."

"Rule 2. No words. If I need to ask you a question, you will be able to answer it with a nod of your head."

"Rule 3. You will do nothing without me telling you to do it."

"Rule 4. You will stay near me at all times."

"Rule 5. Where I walk, you will crawl."

"Rule 6. If I shut a door between us, you will lay at the threshold and wait for my return."

"Rule 7. When I am seated, you will kneel at my feet."

"Rule 8. I will control your use of the bathroom."

"Rule 9. No outside contact. If anyone calls for you, I will take a message. You can return their calls tomorrow."

"Rule 10. I can hand you out to anyone I choose."

He feels her tense up with this last statement. Nevertheless, her smile broadens with his words. Now his thrusting quickens as he comes in her. He rarely gives his cum in this manner. She usually wears it or tastes it.

"I want you to keep my cum in you. I will check later to see that you held it. Now go to the bathroom. You have ten minutes to be alone. I suggest you brush your teeth and use the toilet."

She gets out of the bed and begins to walk to the bathroom.

"All fours please. You may stand while in the bathroom. I want your ass in the air, and remember, keep my cum."

She quickly drops to her hands and knees and crawls like the animal he loves. There is nothing more hypnotic than a woman's ass when she is on all fours. As she crosses the threshold of the bathroom she stands, switches on the light, and reaches to close the door.

"Leave the door open. You have ten minutes."

She steps out of view, and he hears the toilet seat go down.

"I am listening," he yells to her, and he hears her stomp her feet. "Does stomping your feet help you pee or keep my cum?"

He hears the tinkling sound of her peeing and soon the flush of the toilet. She appears in the mirror on the bathroom. She brushes out her hair and puts it in a ponytail. If she only knew, how much he loves her. Can she ever know?

"You have five minutes left."

She washes her face and begins to brush her teeth. He gets up from his bed and walks to the bathroom as she finishes up. He stands behind her and looks at her in the mirror as he presses his body into hers. Embracing her, he pulls her in tight against his skin and pulls her head back, kisses her, and slides his tongue against hers. As he pulls back from their kiss, he slides a finger into her pussy and one into her mouth.

"I love your holes. Looking at them, fucking them, probing them, slapping them, and coming in them. Step back please."

She steps back and be grabs her by the hair, in close and tight to the scalp and lowers her face to the sink. As he grasps her hair, he holds her down with his forearm across her back and parts her legs with his feet and begins spanking her ass.

"Remember, hold my cum. I will be checking shortly"

He starts slowly and softly, switching cheeks, and then building harder and harder. Right in the sweet spot neither thigh nor ass. Her ass begins to turn red.

"Now lets check to see if my cum is still in you."

With his free hand, he slides two fingers into her. She is wet.

"Ah, yes."

He removes his fingers from her and pulls her into a standing position.

"Legs together and turn to me."

She complies and faces him. He pulls her head back by the hair, which opens her neck to him. Leaning in he begins kissing, biting, and sucking on her neck. He takes his cum soaked fingers, probes her mouth deeply, and tells her to suck them clean. She sucks his fingers as if they were his cock and it feels almost as good. With this simple sucking, he feels his cock harden.

"Please, kneel with your back against the wall, adjacent to the toilet."

She complies and he stands just inches from her face and pisses into the toilet. He can see she is watching his cock. Knowing she will take his cock anytime and anywhere, he feels empowered. He reaches down and strokes her hair and face.

"Look up. Fuck, you're beautiful. I love you. You are my favorite toy, my greatest pleasure, and my most cherished friend. I can't imagine my life without you."

She smiles and presses her cheek into his palm. He takes her hand, helps her to her feet, pulls her in tight to him, reaches down, and squeezes her ass.

"It is time for my shower. Please turn the water on."

She readies his shower as he brushes his teeth.

"We can make this quick. While I wash my upper body, you can wash my lower half and pay attention to my cock and balls. There is a good chance you will be spending some time with them today."

She smiles.

He steps into the shower. "Come on in." She steps in. "Get on your knees and open your mouth." She complies. He puts his cock in her mouth. "I don't want to come. I just want it in your mouth as I shower."

He leans his head back into the water stream and soaps up his hair. He fells her struggle to keep his cock in her mouth. He hands her the bottle of soap and washrag.

"Here. Wash my balls and ass with my cock in your mouth."

She takes the soap and washcloth from him and leans forward on her knees. She squeezes soap on the washcloth, reaches around, and washes his ass. Then she washes his balls.

"Gentle"

He catches her slowly stroking his cock with her mouth and tells her not to even try. She obediently stops.

"Now wash my legs and feet and don't tickle me."

She puts more soap on the washrag and lathers up his legs. She has always told him how much she loves his legs.

He removes his cock from her mouth. "Now wash my cock." He puts the soap in the palm of her hand and she glides it across his hard cock.

"Sweetheart. Clean it. Don't jack it."

With the shower nozzle, he rinses all the soap from his hair and body, and places his cock back into her mouth.

He steps back, and she follows with his cock in her mouth and with the shower stream landing on her shoulders, he reaches down, removes the scruchy from her hair, and squirts shampoo onto her head and he begins to wash her hair. He piles her hair on top of her head, making sure it is well soaped.

"Keep my cock in your mouth, close your eyes and lean your head back a bit."

He begins rinsing her hair, slowly pushing the pile off her head and down her back, straightening it out with the shower stream.

"Put out your hand."

He squirts soap into her hand.

"Wash your pussy very well. I may want to go down on you later, and you never know, maybe someone will stop by. And don't masturbate! Just wash."

She takes her soapy hand and washes her pussy. As she does this he squirts soap all over her shoulders, tits, and down her back and he tells her to wash the rest of her body and to keep his cock in her mouth

He pulls his cock from her and tells her to stand. She complies, and he proceeds with rinsing her body. "Turn to your right please." When he is done, and she is facing him, he steps in, kissing her as he adjusts the shower nozzle to slow, pulsing massage, and directs it at her pussy.

"I hate the taste of soap."

She jumps as the water hits her.

He tells her to turn, get on all fours, and face away from him. As she complies, he positions himself to the other end of the shower and sits cross-legged on the shower floor, where he can scrutinize her ass and pussy peeking between her legs. He adjusts the shower spray to a fine mist, sprays her back, and slowly directs it to her ass and pussy. The spray is light, gentle, and warm. He moves the spray up and down, along her ass and pussy.

"I know you have masturbated with this thing before. I want your ass higher."

With her ass high in the air, he adjusts the spray to a slow pulse and covers two of the three streams, giving him more control over his aim. He directs the stream at her asshole. The stream strikes cause her asshole to contract with the rhythm of the pulses. He slowly lowers the stream to her pussy lips. Then slowly, very slowly to her clit.

As the pulses of water strike her clit, her lips contract inward. He moves the stream up and down her lips, stopping for a moment at her clit. He asks if she would like to cum and reminds her not to use words. She quickly nods yes.

"Only when I give you permission."

He slowly increases the pulse of the stream while keeping the movement along her lips steady. With the pulse at its max, he knows she can easily come if he desires it.

"Are you ready to come?"

She nods yes.

"Do you want to come?"

She nods yes.

"I want you to come for me. Now!"

As he grants her permission, he quickly turns off the hot water off and the stream is instantly cold. He can tell by her reaction that the cold water has washed away her orgasm.

Suddenly from her mouth "Fuck"

"What!" he exclaims, and turns the shower back to spray and starts spraying her with the cold water. "What did you say?"

He can tell by her body language that she realizes she has made a mistake. He turns off the water, gets out of the shower, and begins drying himself. He orders her to stand against the wall.

"And put your nose and tits against it."

She complies. Nevertheless, he pushes her against the wall, positions his body against hers, and grabs her by the hair. She is pinned between him and the cold tile.

"You agreed. All I asked was your silence and submission. What should I do with you?"

He steps back and takes a towel, twists it into a whip, and cracks it just inches from her ass. She jumps with the sound of the crack.

"You get a choice. One hard crack or ten medium cracks? Nod yes for one, no for ten."

She nods yes.

He again twists the towel and wets the tip on the shower floor. He measures his stroke once and then unleashes the crack on her ass. Striking her on the left cheek, she jumps and he can hear her muffled cry. The strike instantly starts to welt up.

He picks up a towel.

He sees her take a deep breath and her shoulders shutter as she struggles not to cry. He puts his hands on her shoulders, turns her to face him, and tells her that it is all right to cry. With that, she begins to cry, he wraps her in a towel and holding her tight. He can feel her body convulse within his embrace. She buries her face into his chest.

"Sweetheart. Why are you crying so hard?"

With tears streaming down her face, she looks up at him, and he wipes away her tears and kisses her forehead.

"Was it the strike?"

She shakes her head no, as she looks down.

"Is it that you failed by talking?"

She looks up, nods yes, and sucks a breath as she continues to cry. With his hand, he soothes the welt on her ass and tells her that the welt will serve as a reminder for the rest of the day. He wraps a towel around her hair and tells her to dry him off. She quickly gets on her knees to dry him. She starts with his feet, moving up to his ankles and legs, and then proceeds to his cock, balls, and ass. He sits on the toilet so that she can dry his upper body and his hair.

"Thank you. Now dry yourself, brush out your hair, and dry it."

As she dries off, he returns to the bed, lies down, and tells her when she is done to return to the bed and to remember to crawl. She finishes her hair and puts it in a ponytail. As she exits the bathroom, she drops to all fours and crawls to him. He tells her to climb into bed and lie next to him. He pulls her close and places her head on his shoulder. She is still sniffling a bit.

"Are you ok?"

She nods yes.

He rolls her onto her side facing away from him, puts his arms around her, and pulls her in close as he spoons her. She coyly pushes her ass back into his cock, but he lets this infraction slide as they lay there quietly.

As she lies there dutifully, he slips into a bit of a sleep. Twenty minutes pass, and he wakes and kisses her cheek. She grinds back into his cock. He slides his hand onto the welt on her ass.

"Sweetheart. I let it slide the first time. Don't push your luck."

With that she stops.

"While you will be naked all day, I need to get dress."

He gets up from the bed.

"Now get your ass up and fetch my clothes. You can walk while fetching them. I want Levis, black cop belt, a black t-shirt, my Wesco loggers, and my watch. Oh and a pair of white socks."

She jumps up out of bed, walks to the closet, and retrieves the belt, boots, jeans, t-shirt, and socks. She returns and lays them out neatly on the bed. Then she retrieves the watch from the side table and hands it to him and he puts it on. She stands there handing him is clothes as needed. He catches her looking at him as pulls his clothes on when their eyes meet and she blushes. He tucks the shirt into the Levis, and he buttons them. She hands the black leather cop belt. He folds it over on itself and snaps it. She jumps to attention.

He tells her to kneel at his feet. She complies and looks up at him. He hands her his boots.

"Lace them up and tie them tight."

As she laces the boots, he reaches down and strokes her hair. He realizes how wonderful it is to have this smart beautiful woman naked at his feet. She is very exact in her lacing of the boots. They are both boot sluts.

He looks down at his boots.

"I think they need a shining."

She moves as if to stand.

"No, use your pussy."

He takes his right boot, spreads her knees apart, and works the toe of the boot between her thighs. She begins to grind her pussy against his boot, pulling the boot in tight and places her face against his knee. He pulls the boot from her grasp and pushes his left boot between her thighs and she begins to grind again. When she is done, he pulls the boot from her and tells her stand. He wraps he his boots around her thighs and pulls her close.

"Give me a hug."

She puts her arms around his neck and gives him a kiss. He reaches down and pats her ass. She jumps. He found the welt.

He reaches into the nightstand drawer and pulls out her collar. As he places it around her neck, he says:

"You're my princess and my slut."

She smiles, and he gives her a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I am hungry."

He gets up, and she falls to her hands and knees, following him. As he begins to ascend the spiral staircase to the main floor, she begins her climb up the stairs on all fours.

"You can walk up the stairs. That diamond plate will kill your knees."

She gets up and walks behind him. They reach the top of the stairs, and she drops again to all fours and follows him into the living room.

A phone rings.

"It must be your cell."

He picks up her cell and looks at the display.

"It is Laura, should I answer it?"

She shakes her head no; he opens the phone and answers it.

"Hi Laura . . . no she's not . . . I am not sure. She said she had some errands to run this morning . . . I will be here all day . . . No she has no idea . . . I will tell her you called . . .Take care."

He shuts the phone.

"It was Laura. She says she had to pick up some shoes she needs for this evening. I told her I would be here all day. Said she would stop by later."

She looks up at him with a concerned face.

"When she gets here you will sit quietly on the couch. Naked. I will explain things to her."

Her look goes from concerned to alarmed.

"I think she is much more hip then you give her credit."

I am still hungry. Let's feed me."




Well time to buckle down at what i am told i am good at,chuckles.A new week...courage,Y/uyou are going to do just fine with it.Blessed be,Brad

Happy Fricking Friday!!!!! W/we made it through another week and doesnt it feel good to taste the reward of another weekend just within grasp? I dontt know if it is the long weekend in Y/your part of the world,but it sure as hell is here in Canada!!!Even though much of the delight coming is already planned out,this Kiddo is finding it hard to buckle down here at the main office and clear some of My desk[oh,a clear desk and a wee lil subbie to grace its top...what a way that would be to start a long weekend!].Started early with good intnetions...wanted to get a few things done here at the office then take a road road trip to the differant sites to just shoot the shit with the men as a kin of lets get this weekend underway.Well good intentions sometimes go by the wayside,espically when I decide to take a wee peek at My messages on the comp and one thing leads to another and suddenly I find Myself sidetracked into more devilish delights on the comp.Got to thinking about a conversation recently about what part disapline plays in a mated couples life.......

few months after the control session in which I wrote about. I was forced to discipline my wife Jana. These sessions came far and few between lately. She had received more discipline early on in our marriage which is normal in any subs life I figured. Jana had found out what my limits and expectations were and tried really hard to stay within those boundaries. Discipline was hard on her, she told me that to be disciplined made her feel bad and like a little girl again. Not only did she feel the pain but she also felt the emotional degrading from her own behavior in which her discipline was for.

I don't discipline my wife for just anything. Nothing much upsets me and I rarely yell or scream at her. We don't fight or have heated debates about much of anything. I realize that Jana has ideas and opinions and I listen to them and respect them, but when it comes to her dishonesty or willful disobedience I am forced to discipline her in the best way I see fit and she has then no say in what she will endure. She found to try and argue about her discipline was to have to endure more of it and thus she accepts it as it comes.

I was in a good mood Friday afternoon when I came home. Jana was in the kitchen making dinner and we planned on having a bar-b-que. I came up behind her as I usually do and sunk my head into her neck and smooched on her. This always made shivers go through her and she would giggle. But this time when my face was close to her I smelled the sweet smell of musk. I knew I had smelled it before but wasn't sure where.

Jana didn't where musk oil or soft musk of any kind and this unusual smell had me baffled. We talked and whispered a bit before I let her go. My mind thinking where I had smelled that smell before.

"So, how was your day?" I asked.

"Fine...got the bulbs in the front planter." She said.

I looked at the paper headline on the table and then went in to get out of my work clothes. I was at odds as what to say about the smell. When I went into the bathroom I looked over the collection of perfume that Jana had and saw no musk oil or musk perfume.

"How was your bridge club today? was it held here?" I asked fishing for an explanation.

"No it was at Tammy's house... My partner and I slammed three times." She said.

"Good, that's good." I said as I made myself a drink.

"Anyone stop by today?"

"Ahhh...No....I don't think so... Why, expecting a package or something?"

"Nope just wondered if you had company."

She shrugged her shoulders as she cut vegetables. I walked out on the patio deep in thought thinking that something was different. I got lost in my mind and caught myself just standing there staring off into space. I didn't question Jana anymore and we had dinner and she told me of her great bridge game.

After dinner I sat on the couch and was watching a basketball game with my feet on the table. I was snuggled into the corner of the couch just relaxing when Jana came in and sat down beside me. I got a wif of that smell again and my mind instantly knew where it was from. I cleared my throat hard before talking.

"Was Tara here today?" Jana's body instantly tightened and I could feel the muscles in her arm shake as I caressed her upper arm with my thumb.

"Aahhh...oh ya Tara did stop by." She said nervously.

Tara was Jana's childhood friend they had known each other since they were little girls and had graduated together and Tara was Jana's Maid of honor at our wedding. I had very mixed feelings about Tara, I knew she was gay but that's not why my feelings ran bad. Tara took the roll of dominate in her relationships and that's what I disagreed with. I liked a woman to be soft, tender and feminine. Tara was none of these things really. She dressed in jeans and t-shirts all the time, but one thing she did do is use musk. Musk oil is what I smelled on Jana, the sure signs that Tara had been around.

There was silence between us and I know Jana took it in as a bad sign. I took a sip of my drink and continued to caress her upper arm with my thumb of the hand I had around her. Jana's body didn't really relax but did fall slightly back into the couch and the crook of my arm.

"So, when did she get back into town?"

"A few days ago I guess." She said putting her head down to look into her drinking glass.

She knew....she knew she had done wrong by lying to me and this would make it much easier to explain to her that she would need to be disciplined for her dishonesty.

"So Is she still with....ummm...what was her name?"

"Linda....no they broke up and Linda made Tara get out." Jana said feeling relieved for the conversation, I know.

"So she's back in town ehhh ?" Then there was silence for a long time.

Tara wasn't a bad person and her and I came to a understanding long ago for Jana's sake to try and get along. We were like to jealous men inside when around each other, striving for the same person, Jana. As far as I knew Tara had never been sexual with Jana and Jana always proclaimed her heterosexuality. But they were close, as close as two people could get without a marriage bond between them.

I sat silent as I pondered Jana's fate. She would need to be disciplined, I knew that and she knew that as well. I saw it in her posture as she looked down at her glass rubbing the condensation from it's sides. I reached around her and took the glass from her. She didn't need to concentrate on anything but what I had to say.

"I don't think you need any more of that for the night." I said as I leaned forward and placed the glass on the table and moved so that I could face Jana toward me. Her hands fidgeted in her lap and her head bowed way down. This was her sure sign that she knew she had done wrong.

I lifted her chin so that she had to face me and I stared into her eyes that were trying hard not to focus on mine. She was sitting with her legs close together with her hands wringing in her lap.

"So why did you lie to me?"

She tried to move her head to the side so she didn't have to face me but I caught her chin and pulled it back. She looked down as she spoke.

"I don't know. I know you don't like Tara and I …." A single tear dropped down her cheek and I wiped it away with my thumb, my hand still cupping her face. There was a minute or two of silence as Jana started to stiffen.

"You know how I feel about dishonesty, don't you?"

She sniffled and took in a hiccup breath. Her body shook as it strained to get air around the lump in her throat that I knew she had. She nodded her head as more tears now dripped down her cheeks.

"Come on." I said as I moved so she could sit on my lap. She scooted herself onto me and sat there with her head down. This was the start of her discipline and she knew it.

"You know that you can trust to tell me anything don't you?" I said moving her hair away from her face so I could see it. She nodded and I went on.

"Don't you think you could of told me about Tara....it would have made it so much better than lying to me.... You know that, don't you?"

Small sobs came from her as she nodded to me again. I wiped the tears from her face looking at my sweet girls sunken demeanor. I sat silent for a bit just watching her fidget.

"Well, I think you know you have done wrong...I don't have to tell you that... I can see that you feel it .... don't you?" A small wine came from her with a short sigh.

"So now you need to do the right thing don't you?"

Her head came up and her eyes widened and then she slumped back down. It was almost like she was getting up the courage to ask me for her discipline. Her body shook when she sobbed as her emotions turned and twisted within her. I sat there just watching her go through the mental turmoil of having to ask for her discipline.

I started to rub her back lightly to disperse some of her anxiety and get her to talk. I was a patient man and I knew that if Jana would just ask she wouldn't put herself through all this emotional distress. But she always fought having to ask for her discipline.

"Dear ....I...*hiccup* ....I...I need an enema ...ses...session." She said in a vague whisper. I continued to rub her back and try to soothe her before I told her that that wouldn't be enough.

"Is that all you think you need for deceiving me?" I heard a loud grunt come from deep inside her as she knew what I expected her to ask for. A few more minutes passed and her body showed the signs of resignation as she emotionally fought with herself.

Jana was very strong willed and it was hard for me to watch her struggling with herself to let that will down and do the right thing. I knew that she was aware that she had done wrong. She knew it, as she was doing it, but she was a very bad lire and she always got caught. What made it worse is that she would have not had to go through this if she had just told me of Tara's visit. I couldn't understand why she would put herself through all this unless there was something else. It made no sense to me and I would have to try and understand later.

"Come now....just do the right thing and then it will be out." I said looking away not wanting to see her distress anymore. I rubbed her back harder trying to let her know that I was there to help her with this.

Being a Dominate is not easy at least for me at times. It's hard to see the one you love go through emotional or physical distress. But to be a domina you have to lay down the rules and make sure you are consistent with them. Part of being a sub is that your Dom can make your emotions go any way they wish. This was part of it, having someone else able to control your emotions and feelings as well as your body.

Jana struggled for a few more minutes and I was looking up with my eyes welling up with tears. I hated to see her like this. It had been so long since we had to do this that she was bringing herself almost to a frenzy. I didn't waver and stood my ground to make sure she knew what had to be done.

"Will...will you...d...ohhh...discipline....m..me for...lying." She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly as she knew that it was now out and in the open. She slumped back down with her shoulders and head in a nod.

"There now....see how you feel when you do the right thing?" I was able to take charge of my own feelings and choked back the tears that were almost ready to fall. I sat there rubbing her back for a bit until she settled down.

"Ok my sweet...I want you to shower first before we get on with your discipline." I could feel her body stiffen again as I said the word discipline and she got off my lap on shaky legs and made her way to the master bath.

I never asked her to shower before her discipline and she probably wondered why I made such a request. I didn't want to smell the aroma of the musk that was the object of her discipline. She didn't know how I knew, I don't think and I wasn't about to tell her.

As she showered I prepared for the session. I had bought a anal plug nozzle some time ago and I knew it was time for Jana to graduate to it. It was much bigger than the black nozzle she now received and I knew that it would take a few sessions for her bottom to get used to the wide size. I now thought it appropriate to give it to her now, due to the fact that it would cause some pain as it was inserted along with the menthol that it would be lubed with. This would also help her to hold her enema and hopefully not leak as she usually did when I used the burning lube.

I got out the thermometer and the hairbrush and then went into the bathroom and placed the new nozzle on the end of the tubing. I set the bag on the counter coiling up the tube and laying the nozzle on top so that she would see it's full size. I then grabbed a towel just in case and went back to the bedroom. I sat and watched as Jana took a long shower not getting out until the water turned cold. This gave her somewhat of a reprieve and she savored it. It was hard to see her reaction in the mirror as it was fogged up, but I knew that she had seen the new nozzle.

"Jana...I want you to put four cap fulls in and fill to over half." I heard her groan as she heard my instructions on how to prepare her enema. I knew that she should make the enema a little on the hot side for her discipline. In the past she had made it warm and it had cooled so that she endured almost a cold enema. She came to me holding the bag that now was over half full and the pleats were now not as visible. I nodded to her that was good and she reached up and hung her bag on the hook.

The nozzle hung like a large rod and I saw her gaze down at it before she turned to me. I patted my lap and she laid herself over it with tears streaming down her face. I positioned her and then placed my foot on a small stool that I had set in front of me.

Jana had a way of tightening her bottom up when she got her discipline so I had institute the thermometer insertion with menthol so that she wouldn't tighten and make my hand hurt during the spanking. I wouldn't say anything to her from her on out. She would have to expect the surprise of my handling and dwell upon her fate.

When she was positioned I reached over and plunged the large nozzle deep into the large jar of menthol. It would have to be lubed well for her to take it. I then gloved and took the thermometer from the tub and parted her butt cheeks. I didn't let anytime pass before I brought the rod to her hole and twirled it in. She made a little squeak and I held her exposed to see the results of the menthol on her body. It was about three minutes before the menthol really started to work on her and her anus started to pucker out. This was my sign that she would no longer be able to tighten herself in preservation to her spanking. I let the thermometer sit for another few minutes watching it rise and fall as her anus struggled with its burning pain.

I plucked it from her and placed it back into the jar. I took hold of the small of her back and held her tight as my other hand came back and fell hard across her bottom. I didn't believe in letting her know when the spanking was coming to prepare for it. She lunged forward a bit and let out a long squeal as my hand descended again onto her protruding mounds. She squealed and sniffled and cried out a few "Ooweees" as her bottom tuned pale pink from my hand.

Jana hadn't received a spanking for at least four or five months and before that a few months, so her bottom was not used to such physical pain and this made it harder on her. I could feel her body shake as she sobbed and cried as she took her discipline. When her globes were bright pink and looking rather warm I stopped the spanking. I didn't rub her bottom to make it feel better as some do, I just reached back over and grabbed the thermometer again that now came out with a big globe of menthol on it and I spread her cheeks. Her anus now glistened a bit from the first insertion and I found her entrance and plunged the thermometer back into her.

She started to make blowing, Winnie sounds as her hole started to sting and burn more with the insertion of more menthol. I watched her hole again struggle with the lubricant that was now glistening all around the outside of her. The glass rod danced as she tried to rid her body of it and I waited for a few minutes to make sure she was feeling the full effects. When I was satisfied that she wouldn't be able to tighten to the next part of her discipline I took the rod out of her and let go of her cheeks. I picked up the wooden hair brush and brought it up and back. I took tight hold of her pulling her even closer and raising my foot to my toe on the foot stool to raise her even more. This widened her area some as her cheeks feel apart. I landed the first swat right in the middle of her bottom. She cried out as a red mark appeared where the brush had landed.

Jana didn't take the brush well and was sobbing and crying and screaming out as her bottom took it's discipline. She never asked for it to stop as she knew that it wouldn't help and she didn't kick her legs but made sure that they hung where they should. She had learned long ago that if she kicked her legs the back of her thighs would receive discipline as well. Only when her bottom turned crimson did I stop the spanking. She whimpered and cried and her body slumped as she relaxed her muscles.

Not making any to do, I plunged my gloved finger into the menthol and pulled out a small glob. I parted her red hot cheeks and her anus was now puckered to accept her lubing. I placed my finger at her entrance and smeared the menthol around the exterior of her hole. She squealed as the lube stung her and she opened up more for my finger to slip into her and lube her anal ring. I never forced my finger into Jana, her body would know when it was ready to accept more. Even when I used just regular lube her anus would open with some massage.

I lubed her anal ring well, not going any further than I had to, I only used one finger even though I knew that she would be taking an even bigger nozzle I didn't want to stretch her so that she wouldn't feel the full width of her discipline. She continued to squeal and blow as she thought that the cool air would somehow make it's way onto her burning bottom.

When I felt she was prepared I brought the nozzle to her opening that was now open to receive it. Even to me the nozzle felt big and I almost wanted to not insert it's mass into my Jana's bottom, but the thought soon passed and I started the gentle slow processes of introducing something new into my lovers scorching anus. My body tightened as she screamed out when her anus stretched around the widest part of the nozzle that I carefully and slowly inserted into her. I didn't stop the progression but made sure that her anus stretched slowly around the large object.

"OwwwEEEEE..." She screamed just before her anus closed around the base of the plug to only show a small quarter size round black base that now had a glob of lube seeping around it. I let her cheeks go as she was now in full blown sobs and cries and I opened her clamp half way to let her discipline invade her. I placed one arm over the small of her back and the other just under her now red globes and I watched as the tube ran from her bottom to the bag and my Jana took her discipline. I made no attempt to caress or soothe her at this time. She would have to take her enema and think about her burning pain and why she was getting this treatment.

I always believed that discipline was a time to reflect. Reflect on what was the cause of the discomfort and how not to let the discomfort happen again. This was a time for Jana to think about how she displeased me and how she could become a better person from her fate at hand. So I refused to comfort or speak to her as she received discipline. This would only mask what she was to think about deep down inside.

Jana shifted her weight as she cried and took her enema. I knew that she was feeling the cramps more from the soap than the volume. She had just taken little over half the bag and I knew that her capacity was greater than that. I continued to hold her tight and watch as she struggled against the burning and the cramping that was telling her she had been a disappointment to me. It was quiet except for her own cries and I knew this would make her know that she had to take her punishment by herself just as she had decided to lie to me on her own.

I vary rarely gave Jana a fast enema. My thought was for her to feel every ounce flow into her body. This also reduced the cramps that would accompany a fast flow and made her sessions long enough for her to think about. The tubing entering between her crimson cheeks didn't move and I knew that that was due to her tight anal muscles around the large nozzle. She had no control on the large object to move it in or out of her body to get relief.

As she took more and more of the enema her comfort level was under my control and she moaned and cried as she was starting to take in more than the usual three quarts. She tried to move around more to allow her belly to take in more. I loosened my hold long enough for her to do this as she shifted herself so that her belly could expand.

Her moans and cries got louder as the rest of the bag dribbled into her and I reached up and clamped the tubing. The nozzle was holding the mass amount of enema in her for now, as she had not had an accident as yet. Unlike her control sessions I didn't allow her to spend her holding time over my lap so I took hold of her hips so that she would know it was time for her to get up. She moved slowly to raise off of me and when she was standing holding her protruding belly I got up and handed her the now deflated bag. Her face was still dripping of tears as I took the towel and laid it in the corner for her to stand on.

Holding the bag in front of her she made her way to the corner and faced it. Her legs were wobbly from the amount of water she carried but I knew that she could endure it. Her body jerked as she sobbed in the corner. Her red hot cheeks closed around the tube that hung out of her bottom and around her right cheek to the front of her where she held her bag.

This was the humiliation of her discipline, she was to stand in the corner and hold her enema under my control of when she was to be let go. The empty bag would be a constant reminder to her as to how much discipline she had taken and the tube protruding from her would make her feel embarrassed that she had something sticking out from her bottom. Being in the corner would show her that she had brought this on herself and that she was to endure her discipline alone facing nothing but blank walls that joined together. I was sure that it would be a long time before I would see her like this again. Well at least I hoped that it would be. I disliked disciplining my Jana, it made me feel like a older, but I had to remember that she was the one that had incited the discipline with her own behavior.

I went around the room and cleaned up, there would be no rinse for her tonight. If she felt some of the left over residue from the soap that was to be a small reminder of what she had done. Even though I would figure the matter taken care of she may feel the discipline through the night. Her sobs turned to small groans with each breath as she held her enema and I made sure that she had more holding time in the corner than what was required for just a session.

Once again it was time for her to reflect on how much she disappointed me and she had nothing else to think about other than the large enema that she held because of that disappointment. When just about twenty minutes went by and I could tell that she was starting to go into distress I went to her and made her bend over for me to pull out her nozzle. I could hear her groan as she would have to struggle to hold her water as the large nozzle left her. This would cause pain in her anus as the nozzle was pulled out from her clinched hole.

Jana didn't succeed in holding her enema when the nozzle was slowly pulled from her. The mass coming out of her hurt just as much as when it went in, if not more and she screamed out and then cried as she dribbled her enema down her legs. She rushed to the bathroom with her head bowed to hide her embarrassment of her accident. I picked up the towel and took her bag into the bathroom and left it there for her to clean. I then went out on the patio and sat in the evening light with a refreshed drink.

It was quite a while before Jana joined me and I was getting the idea that she may have went right to bed, but she came out wearing just a long t- shirt that barley covered her red bottom. She failed to put on panties due to the pain I was sure. She sat on the chase lounge and squirmed with her legs tightly together. Her hands were tucked in her lap and she looked at me.

"I'm sorry I lied to you... I know that I deserved what I got... Please don't be disappointed in me anymore." Her head bowed and she started to sniffle.

I got up and got down on my knees in front of her. I raised her head and have her a kiss. I stared into her sad eyes that asked me for her acceptance.

"You have taken your discipline for you behavior and it's over now...I love you sweetheart." I said as I caressed the tears from her face. She leaned over and our foreheads touched together and we were silent.


Well ,got that out of My system,time to shuffle a few papers then fluy the coop here.Hope Y/your Friday and the impending weekend is A/all Y/uyou need it to be.Blessed be,Brad

Happy fricking Friday!!!!!!!!! Just thought I would pop in to see how E/everyones first week of May went.Went by fast here and though wet and a wee bit cold,gotta LOVE the fact that spring is finally here.The gardens are finally coming to life and I swear that O/one can sit and actually wacth those lilys grow.Took the Youngest Domling for His first drving lesson yesterday.Didnt think nothing of it till the first stop came up.I swear to god that I almsot put My foot through the floor looking for the brake petal,chuckles. Kinda got My wee anxiety under control cause it isnt good to freak out a new driver by trying to stop the truck from the passengers side.I amn sure that with time we both will get it right.Being Mothers day this Sunday,I would like to wish any mothers reading this a very happy day-----We all wouldnt be here if it wasnt for you,take a huge bow!!!! Have a good Freind who is a Domme and happens to like the same sex[Hey I like Her tastes,wee submissive subbies,chuckles].I have been promising Her a story for awhile now and being a special weekend for the fairer sex,figured i should flesh out an idea for her.....

Lexi knelt totally naked in the middle of the room, her knees apart her shapely ass held off her heels, her back straight, her head bowed, her large tits hanging slightly down onto her heaving rib cage, her hands on the knees palms upwards. A total picture of sub servitude in sweet Mistress Debbie's eyes. Her nipples already standing out hard and puckered tingling slightly, the heat in her belly rising with each passing second as she knelt there feeling Her Mistresses eyes moving across her hot naked flesh. That single thought making the fire between her spread thighs grow in its intensity.

She knelt there slave and slut belonging to her new Mistress, awaiting the feel on her slender neck of her Mistresses collar. Her heart pounding in her chest the blood rushing in her ears, her head spinning slightly, looking out from under her dark lashes watching her new Mistresses stiletto clad, hose encased feet as she slowly circled her looking at her firm but ripe body. Lexi's mind whirling hoping that her Mistress found her worthy enough to accept the gift she was willing offered her. The gift of Lexi's body, mind and soul, oh how she had longed and dreamed for this moment to feel the carpet beneath her knees. Her whole body tingling. The feel of the leather on her neck would signal that acceptance.

Mistress Debbie walked slowly round looking at her new slave, pleased with what she saw she enjoyed the feel of being fully clothed, dressed immaculately as her new slut was made to kneel naked before her exhibiting her worthless body for her inspection. She watched with amusement as she spied a slender trail of moisture hang from her sluts already heated pussy hanging for a second then drop softly onto the carpet. She moved behind her, Mistress Debbie's fingers lightly touching her sluts hair, felt her tense slightly under her soft touch, then heard her groan as she entwined her fingers into her sweet sluts hair pulling her head back. 'So what do you offer Me slut' she whispered softly into her ear. 'I offer you my worthless body my mind, and my soul My Mistress' Lexi replied her voice trembling with her excitement. Her nipples throbbing aching to be touched, the fire between her spread thighs intensifying with each passing second.

Her eyes closing in pure ecstasy, as her Mistress uttered just two words, 'I accept'. Releasing Lexi's hair she placed her collar round Lexi's neck. Lexi her head spinning her heart near leaping out of the confines of her chest moved her hands upwards towards her symbol of acceptance as Mistress Debbie fastened it tight round her neck. 'who told you could move slut !' Mistress Debbie hissed in her ear. Lexi's hands falling quickly back to her knees, but it was too late she had displeased Mistress Debbie and she would be made to pay for her digressions no matter how minor. She knelt there feeling proud to be owned at long last, her eyes blurred by her tears of joy her chest heaving as she tried not to sob out loud, biting down on her freshly painted upper lip fighting with her soaring emotions.

She hadn't seen or heard Mistress Debbie move, but jumped as she heard her say 'give me your hands you disobedient bitch'. Lexi lifted her hands up to her new Mistress, her chest heaving as she did so, Mistress Debbie attaching both wrists into leather cuffs, then pulling Lexi's hands behind her back secured them together. 'I'll teach you to move without my expressed permission you whore of mine'. She attached a chain to the wrist cuffs, kicking the other end between Lexi's spread thighs, then walking round in front of her, she pulled the chain tight between Lexi's peach like ass cheeks, then hard between her already spread pussy lips, the cold metal of the chain on her molten hot pussy making Lexi gasp, the feel of the chain dragging against her already throbbing clit almost sending her over the edge. Pulling the chain taught Mistress Debbie then attached it to the D ring at the front of Lexi's new collar. Lexi fighting the small explosions going off in her mind finding it hard to concentrate, knowing she mustn't come without Mistress Debbie's permission the cold hard chain sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She'd never felt so alive before in her entire life. This she knew was what she wanted, no needed she corrected herself as she fought her urge to cum until told to by her Mistress.

She watched, her head bowed now not from choice, but because of the taught chain dragging on her wrists and neck. She watched the soft sway of Mistress Debbie's womanly hips as she glided across the room towards the bathroom door, Lexi's eyes drinking in her Mistresses every last detail, the elegant calves, the pinched waist, her back, and her flowing golden blonde hair. The chain warming between her soaking wet lips as her arousal increased to fever pitch. As Mistress Debbie got to the door she stopped momentarily looking over her shoulder her beautiful face illuminated by the light from behind making her look angelic in the eyes of Lexi just for a second making her heart skip a beat. She smiled her pearly white teeth framed by her bright ruby red full lips, the called out 'heel slut' then her heels echoing on the tiled floor she moved from Lexi's sight.

Lexi knowing her place as Mistress Debbie's worthless piece of cunt started to shuffle forward on her knees as best she could. Her thighs slick with her juices sliding together only increasing the erotic feel of the chain sawing across her over sensitive clit. Sending wave after wave of pleasure to her almost already overloaded brain, the sparks flying round her brain. Biting down hard on her lip fighting with every fibre of her hot sweet body not to cum until allowed by her Mistress she moved slowly closer to the bathroom door. Each inch making beads of perspiration break out over her body as she fought her bodies desire to circum to her own wanton lustful desires. As she reached the threshold to the brightly lit bathroom, her eyes darting about her heart fluttering her mouth dry hoping to catch a glimpse of her Darling Mistress Debbie. The cold hard tiles under her knees not helping her problems as the sweet delicious pain in her knees just added to her rapidly increasing oncoming orgasm. She shuffled painfully across the tiles making her way towards the shower stall towards the rear of the bathroom. As she neared the shower stall she spied her Sweet Mistresses clothes hung neatly on a hanger through her rapidly glazing eyes. Her shoulder brushing against the cool tiled wall which she knew was all that separated her from the Mistress of her dreams the holder of her soul, body and being, she was waiting there naked for her worthless piece of cunt. That final thought was all it took without warning it hit her square between her slick cream covered thighs, washing over her like a huge unstoppable tidal wave, radiating through her body, her whole being trembling as she reached the end of the wall, falling side wards the cry of her orgasm breaking from her distraught lips bouncing of the tiles, echoing in her mind she fell at her Mistresses feet a quivering heap of orgasming worthlessness.

Mistress Debbie looked down at her disdainfully, waited impatiently for her to stop jerking involuntarily against her bonds each movement adding to the continuing orgasm flooding her whole being. As it slowly ebbed away she lay there panting for breath like a stranded fish gulping in air, her heart racing in her chest, the cool tiles under her, she had ended up on her back, her head between her sweet Mistresses feet. Mistress Debbie placed her foot on her face, 'you useless slut did I tell you that you could cum?' She hissed at Lexi lying her face covered by her Mistresses foot, unable to gather her mind to speak Lexi opened her mouth her tongue snaking out, and at last she tasted the soft sweet flesh of her Mistress she had longed to touch for so long. As she slowly savoured every little taste she licked Mistress Debbie's foot, her tongue working between her toes, her lips trying to capture them so she could suck them into her mouth. She cried out as Mistress Debbie pulled her foot away, sneering at her 'your not fit to lick my feet you useless bitch, but I know some thing you are fit for!' Her fingers moving to her smoothly shaved pussy, the lips like smooth pink petals from some rare exotic flower delicately she pulled them apart. Lexi lying beneath her eyes glued to her Mistresses sweet delicate pussy, licking her lips in sweet anticipation, then gasping slightly as she saw then felt the first few warm drops of her beautiful Mistresses pee rain down on her from that hole she so longed to lick and suck to please her Mistress. Closing her eyes and opening her mouth extending her tongue as far as she could Lexi lay there her Mistresses warm pee splattering on her upturned face eager to taste any part or thing her Mistress wished her to, her throat moving as she swallowed as her mouth repeated filled with the warm acrid pee given to her by her sweet beautiful generous Mistress. The feeling between her thighs, the chain still taught between her molten hot pussy lips and the warm pee splashing on her face, hair and tits sending her once more perilously close to another onrushing orgasm. She was saved as the final few drips landed on her outstretched tongue, she opened her eyes, looking up into her Darling Mistresses beautiful face she pulled her tongue into her mouth smiled softly into the eyes of her Mistress swallowed opened her mouth wide to show her total obedience then softly said, 'this worthless slut thanks her kind sweet Mistress for her sweet tasty gift'.

Mistress Debbie bent forward undoing the chain at Lexi's throat, and yanking on it hard causing Lexi to cry out in sweet exquisite pain as the chain bit hard into her sweet tortured pulsating pussy. Smiling sweetly at her Mistress Debbie said, 'you haven't finished yet you worthless bitch on you knees and lick my pee soaked pussy clean' Lexi eagerly got to her knees and buried her wet face between her Mistresses soft warm welcoming thighs her tongue raking her from back to front as she eager to please her beautiful Mistress lapped and sucked at her sweet tasting pussy. Licking gently and softly, not forgetting to clean the wetness left on her Mistresses soft skin caused by her own wet face she licked and licked till she was satisfied she had due a perfect job of cleaning her Mistress of any trace of pee. Begrudgingly satisfied with Lexi's cleaning job Mistress Debbie walked from the shower. 'Think you need a wash you pee stained pussy cleaning slut' she said as she turned the cold jets on full. Lexi shivered under the hard jets of the shower moving this way and that her chain rattling across the tiles as she reluctantly removed her Mistresses pee, her sweet odour from her face body and hair. The cold water having another effect on her body, causing her bladder to contract, a sudden overwhelming need to pee taking over . She looked at her Mistress utterly helpless to stop the warm golden flow that sudden gushed from her aching hungry pussy. Mistress Debbie sneered at her calling her 'a filthy bitch' as she knelt there once more trembling over having displeased her Mistress. Kneeling there shivering as Mistress Debbie switched off the jets her teeth chattering her lips slowly beginning to regain their colour.

The wet cold slippery tiles under her knees. Her nipples standing out like hard little puckered bullets. Mistress Debbie left her kneeling naked and cold, slipping on a silken black robe that just covered her sweet peach like ass from her slaves wanton gazes. She bent forward her robe opening slightly, Lexi's eyes from beneath her tangled dripping wet hair drinking in the smooth milky skin of her Mistresses perfect breasts, how she yearned to pay homage to her Mistresses sweet soft body. That thought once more stoking the fire deep inside her belly. Mistress Debbie picked up the free end of the chain, walking off holding the chain like a leash she spoke softly, 'cum pet of mine I have ways to warm you'. A delicious shudder ran through Lexi's body at that thought, as she shuffled painfully across the hard shiny hard tiled floor. He body covered in goose bumps, from the cold or excitement she couldn't tell she slowly followed the Mistress of her dreams through the main room, to the door of another room.

Mistress Debbie released her grip on the chain letting it rattle softly onto the carpeted floor. Walking behind her new toy, she produced from the pocket of her robe a black silk scarf. Placing it over her slaves eyes and tying it tightly and securely in place. Grabbing hold of the cuffed wrists she yanked Lexi to her feet, then allowed her to walk into the new room. Lexi's heart beating wildly in her chest, not knowing what plans her Mistress had to 'warm her'. Her pussy churning wildly her body slowly drying with the exception of her inner thighs once more slick with her own juices from her hot wet dripping pussy. She felt the soft warm carpet under her feet as she was led by her Mistress into the new room.

She felt her wrists being released the aching in her shoulders as her arms dropped to her sides making her gasp softly. Her Mistress positioning her against something smooth and cool against her slowly warming skin just above her smooth freshly shave pubic mound, kicking her feet wide apart then securing them in place. Lexi's mind travelling at a million miles an hour, feeding her already growing passions, she allowed her body to be moved into whatever position her beautiful Mistress placed it.

Mistress Debbie went about her work getting her new slut into the position she wanted her, mindful not to touch her much, 'make the bitch wait for my touches' she thought. Pushing her legs into position, securing them, then attaching her wrist cuffs to ropes and pulling her forward across the leather padded horse. She stepped back admiring her handy work briefly, a slight shudder running though her body, causing the tingling she had been feeling growing deep inside her belly starting to slowly build. She looked at her slave blindfolded, Legs spread wide her hot soaking wet pussy already open, the lips puffy and swollen, slim silver strands of her lust dangling attached to her inner thighs. Her magnificent tits hanging freely for the moment as she was bent over the leather padded horse, her hair a tangled mess. Her knees already red and sore from her crawling across the hard tiles of the bathroom. Mistress Debbie moved under her slave her well practiced hands making swift work of binding her hanging breasts. Lexi biting down on her lower lip at the soft erotic touches she was receiving from her Mistresses practiced fingers as she bound her hanging tits tight. Lexi could feel them rapidly becoming hard and engorged, her nipples standing out hard erect and now highly sensitive. The shock and surprise coupled with the exquisite pain as her darling Mistress attached the nipple clamps making her cry out suddenly. Her hot molten pussy churning faster as the initial searing pain subsided to be replaced by a throbbing pain. She shuddered as she felt the leather covered paddle being gently rubbed across her totally unprotected soft smooth ass cheeks, unable to stifle her soft meowing from deep in her throat, her hips swaying gently as much as she could move them.

The paddle being removed briefly, then suddenly without warning crashing down onto her soft pale creamy skin of her ass. Her head snapping up, involuntarily shouting 'ouch' quickly followed by 'one, thank you Mistress' the another blow, and another each blow followed by Lexi counting out the number then thanking her Mistress. Her ass cheeks on fire her nipples throbbing under their sweet torture, each blow making Lexi move slightly increasing the throbbing in her bound tits. The beating continued till Lexi had counted twenty. Her ass stinging from the onslaught of her Mistresses ministrations, she moaned as she felt her Mistresses hands on the fiery red burning round globes of her ass, gently stroking soothing away the stinging pain leaving the hot burning feeling, all adding to the increasing heat deep inside her molten hot aching pussy. Her arousal dripping from her obscenely open aching pussy. The hairs on the back of her stood up suddenly as she felt the smooth thin riding crop being dragged gently down her back. Her mind bracing itself for the forthcoming pain, but a steel determination to show her Mistress that she would withstand all she cared to give her, to please her darling Mistresses demands. Her thighs quivering involuntarily as her Mistress ran the thin crop slowly up them, then dipping the thin slender end inside her gaping pussy. Then sliding it along her molten gash covering it liberally with her own sweet moisture.

A swish, the sudden impact, Lexi's head snapping back her mouth open wide the scream of pain bursting from her lungs in response to the sudden searing pain across her already hot burning ass. The tears suddenly bursting from her eyes soaking the silky material of her blindfold, fighting back the tears, struggling against the sobs, she softly, counts 'one, this unworthy slut thanks her Mistress' another blow and another each one followed by Lexi's thanks, stopping after five, Lexi her head hanging down her ass marked by burning stinging hot red welts left by her Mistress. Her chest heaving as despite her hardest efforts sobbing softly now, her tear soaked blindfold wet against her eyes. Yelping as she feels the numbing cold of the ice on her hot tender stinging burning ass. Her sobbing slowly subsiding cursing herself for her weakness in the eyes of her cruel beautiful Mistress, tormentor of her soul.

Mistress Debbie gently eased the pain in her slaves tortured welt covered ass, please in the way her slut had handled her punishment. Stopping after a short time allowing the sweet burning to resume, but killing the deep pain. Running her fingers gently along the raised welts, hearing her slave sucking in air through her teeth as the feelings returned. Then Mistress Debbie's fingers moving slowly between the spread cheeks of her slaves spread ass cheeks her nail teasing her tight virginal puckered ass hole, 'mmmm maybe another day perhaps' she mused silently to herself, her fingers tailing down, her slaves hips moving as much as they could in her confined position trying to get her Mistress to touch her hot molten aching pussy. Mistress Debbie chuckling silently to herself, stopping just short of her wanton slaves burning hot molten pussy, gives her ass a gentle swat with her hand and turns and moves away from her. Lexi gasping at the sudden pat on her sweetly tortured ass, her mind screaming 'please touch me more!!'

Lexi lay there her ears straining listening for her sweet tormenting Mistresses location, her mind a whir wondering what's next, her tits throbbing more and more the pain in her nipples forgotten under the assault on her now burning ass, making it pale into insignificance, now becoming more and more her major source of sweet delicious torment. Her pussy throbbing aching crying out for attention, she could feel her next orgasm bubbling just below the surface.

Her head lifting suddenly as she feels the smooth hard object rubbing along her gaping pussy lips, her mouth opening in a silent scream as with one deep thrust Mistress Debbie jams the huge strap on dildo deep inside her hungry hot dripping wet molten pussy. Hunched over her back sawing the strap on in and out of her sluts sweet pussy her hips sending deep jolts of pain as they crashed against her hot tortured ass. Lexi's head spinning, her insides churning fighting a vain battle to quash her rapidly advancing orgasm. Mistress Debbie feeling her sweet sluts advancing orgasm, reached round and pulled the nipple clamps from her tortured nipples, her expert practiced fingers releasing the ties on her slaves tits easily. The sweet pain as the blood rushed back into her nipples pushed Lexi over the edge her head trashing about her whole body quivering she let out a cry of much of desperation as of pleasure as her orgasm hit her hard. Mistress Debbie gabbing handfuls of her sluts still damp hair pulling her head back as she battered her poor slaves pussy with all her might with the huge dildo, driving her to deep depths of pleasure as her orgasm crashed over her wave after crashing wave. Mistress Debbie unstrapped the dildo from around her waist leaving it buried deep inside the twitching pussy of her slave.

Moving round to the front she released Lexi's arms, which just flopped down together with her body exhausted and sated from her sweet Mistresses administrations. Mistress Debbie grabbed her by the hair lifter her face up, and barked at her, 'you useless bitch I didn't tell you to cum did I?' and spat into her slaves distraught face. Mistress Debbie just let her slaves head drop, and walked out the room smiling gently to herself at the sobs coming from her slut as she hung over the leather covered horse the dildo still buried deep inside her traitorous pussy.




Well,time to make it look like i am doing something,chuckles.Have a Fantastic Friday,Blessed be,Brad

Merry meet this fine Saturday!!! Just finished getting some work done
here at the home office that I played hookey with yesterday at the main
office.Ya gotta pay the piper sooner or later they say.took a quick stroll
through a few of the sites that allow Me to be a memeber[what the hell where they thinking,chuckles!] and not much was happening so Thought why not play
with a blog and do a request from a freind in one of those sites.Shes a
subbie[hey,subbies make some of the best kinda freinds,lol] and for some
reason she is interested in the humilation path of this lifestyle.So i told her
that when I had some time and the juices where flowing so to speak[just watched a
very delicious vid sent to Me by a Freind of a wee subbie staked out on
the ground and all kinds of delightfull toys used on her offered up body]
so the juices are kinda flowing now,smiles softly.So long over due but here
goes.......

I have booked a hotel room. You arrive in advance to prepare yourself
in accordance with my instructions. I will join you later when you are
ready.

When you arrive at check in you are given a suitcase and a sealed letter
with your key. You take these things to the room, sit on the bed and open
the letter. The letter contains my instructions:

Dearest Slave

You are to remove all clothing and makeup and jewellery. You will
shower and then open the case. Inside the case will be several items to be
used as follows.

You will find a greaseproof pen. You will write my initials on your
tits, not so you can read it but so I can; N on one & E on the other in
letters at least 3 inches high. You will also write the word CUNT on your
forehead in letters as big as you can manage. And make sure I can read it.
I don't want to see a mirror image.

Whilst still wet you will apply a very generous quantity of the pure
coconut oil from the bottle that you will find in the case. I want you
covered everywhere; completely slick with it including your hair.

You will lube your arsehole and stretch it until it can accommodate the
large glass but plug you will find in the case which you will then insert
fully and ensure that it does not fall out.

Next you will apply the wrist straps that you will find in the case.
These have magnets to join them together but you will keep then separated
for now.

You will not touch your clit or your cunt until I arrive. By that time
the floor will be soaked.

You will find in the case a deep thick collar about 3 inches wide with 3
D rings, a dog leash attached to the front D ring. You will fasten the
collar at the back of your neck which will force your head into a very
upright position. The cold chain will dangle between your breasts.

Then you will apply the clothes-pegs you will find in the case, one to
each nipple. You will twist and pull them yourself until you scream with
the pain. I want your nipples like sore red bullets of agony when I
arrive.

Finally you will put on the satin blindfold that is in the case. You
will kneel facing the door placing your forehead on the floor very
carefully so as not to smudge the word CUNT. There you will wait awaiting
my arrival. You are to remain absolutely silent until I give you
permission to speak.

Your Master Nacht Engel

You comply with the instructions as your levels of arousal and
submissive lust build to almost unbearable levels. Your legs are slightly
parted and you filled anus is exposed and vulnerable in the cool air of the
room. You nipples are hot burning embers of pain, but you love it, fuck
juice running out of your filthy cunt. You will feel shivers of
anticipation.

I am only going to be another 20 minutes but you lose track of time. It
seems like an eternity kneeling there in the dark with your bum stuffed
full and you tits aflame.

Eventually you hear the click of the key card in the door and sense it
opening. You feel the vibration of my footsteps as I cross the room. You
become aware that I am circling you very slowly examining my property in
great detail, watching you tremble slightly from fear, cold, lust and the
strain of holding the position. You are leaking cream steadily down the
backs of your thighs. You normally puckered arsehole is stretched wide.
Your nipples are satisfyingly bruised.

At last I touch the back of your neck in acknowledgement of your
presence and lift your blindfolded face no more than 4 inches from the
ground. You detect a strong leather scent as I push the toe of my boot
between your forehead and nose and the carpet until it is directly under
your mouth. You extend your tongue and very delicately coat the entire toe
of my boot in saliva. I then withdraw my boot and tell you to pick up the
lead in your teeth and raise your still blind head.

I take the proffered lead and before you are quite aware of what is
happening I drag you roughly by your neck across the floor to the bed. I
sit on the bed. I flip you over on to your back. While I undress you join
your wrists together with the magnetic catches and are locked in a
prayerful worship of your Master. I part your legs with a foot. You are
still unable to see but you can feel. You feel the toes of my left foot
penetrate your soggy twat and you also feel the toes of my right foot probe
your pathetic mouth. You gently lick and kiss my right foot while I
roughly foot fuck you with my left.

You experience a momentary aching loss of attention as I withdraw both
feet withdraw from your dirty wet holes. But very soon I walk around you.
My left foot drenched in your cunt juice finds its way to your mouth and
the right one takes over fucking you filthy drippy pussy. You
conscientious lick all of your own twat juice off my foot paying particular
attention to ensure you get it all especially between the toes.

I repeat the process for what seems like hours to you but is in fact
only a few minutes, a seemingly interminably transfer of your cunt honey
into your mouth.

I then command you to kneel with your mouth wide open. I smile as you
comply reading the bright red word CUNT on your forehead and observing the
purple twin agonies that your nipples have now become. But of course you
can't see my smile or shudder of dominant power that runs through me as I
gaze upon my totally owned fuck-slut. Neither can you see my blood
engorged cock as the purple bulging head invades your mouth and slides over
your tongue. I have not told you to close your mouth so you keep it wide
open jaw starting to ache.

I pull out and you feel coolness and tingling on your tongue and at the
back of your throat which then starts to go numb as the mild anaesthetic
takes hold. This is to suppress your gag reaction and a resume the slow
passage of my cock back over your tongue, further and further sliding past
your tonsils and into your throat.

You feel my pubic hair graze your nose and lips and my balls hit your
chin as I become fully embedded in your oral cavity. I stay there
luxuriating in my utter dominance but reluctantly withdraw to allow you a
momentary gasp of breath before plunging back in. I face-fuck you in this
way for perhaps 15 minutes. Normally with this level of stimulation I
would have come far more quickly but the anaesthetic has desensitised my
cock as well as your throat delaying my ejaculation and prolonging your
degrading humiliation. You are burning with shame but massively aroused.
Eventually I pull almost all the way back any have you flutter your tongue
over the head of my cock. I reach down and rip the pegs from your nipples
as I cum into your wide open screaming mouth plastering your gob with wads
of thick spunk. I am on a total power trip as I feel the hot outrush of
breath over my prick. Your belly spasms and you climax explosively but I
instruct you not to swallow my seed or close your mouth.

I wipe my cock all over your face and use it like a fat fleshy spoon to
return the gobbets of spunk dripping of your chin back into your mouth
where they belong. I sit back and relax for a few minutes admiring my
obedient fuck-toy hold a mouthful of my magnificent spunk watching her
struggle against the greedy slut urge to swallow it.

Eventually I bring a saucer to your lips and order you to spit out the
full load I have left there. When you mouth is completely empty only then
do I allow you to lick your lips and watch as you experience another
mini-cum. I remove the saucer and save its contents for further
humiliation later.

In my infinite mercy I remove the blindfold and but plug enjoying the
site of your gaping arsehole slowly contracting. I do not remove the
collar or cuffs. You kneel at my feet while I sit in the chair and open a
bottle of wine. I pour a generous glass for myself, stroke your hair and
dip my fingers in the cool wine playing them soothingly over your mutilated
nipples. I feed you drops of wine from my fingertips and watch you
lovingly lap and suck them. Having relieved my initial tension I relax as
you make oral love to my hand starting to feel stirrings in my groin once
more as I gather my strength for your next round of humilation.



There,time to get out in the warm sun for awhile.Hope Y/your Saturday absolutely shines.Please while out there,put a big old smile on Y/your face and watch it catch to others Y/you meet on Y/your journey today.Blessed be,Brad

Happy fricking Friday!!!! Was kinda in a down mood this week,snowed under[not the real real thing thank God!] with paperwork and closing out a few jobs that where on going.Yesrteday I promisded Myself that I wouldnt bring any paperwork to the home office.Funny isnt it how habits are formed out of nessecity,it almost becomes a way of life.Anyways,there was a light mist when I got home and I noticed that in the rock garden at the entrance to the driveway that the lillys had just sprouted their tips up!!!!!! Talk about changing a whole sorta weary soul!I mean the crocuses and daffiodils are uop and blooming,but with the lillys,its just another sign that things are great in the world.Hurrried up and got some homemade hamburgers that i had put in the freezer,fired up the BBQ and sat under the table umbrella to watch them cook and just revel in the spring mist[no birds yet,but hopefully soon].Though it wasnt what the claender said was a special day,it felt like one and I brought out a bottle of red wine that I had in the basement that i made last year just waiting so such an occasion.Popped thart cork and the mellow luiquid went down well with the burgers.The only problem is that one lead to two glasses and this Kiddo found Himself in bed by 9:30 if Y/you can beleive it!!!! Slept right through and though today is a cold rain so far,life is good!!!!!!! Got here at the main office extra early and for some reason,these fingers found themselves going right to the keyboard here instead of the paper on my desk.Havent had the time I would like online lately cause of the workload,but during the sweet times I have stolen,have met some interesting P/people.One path I havent really explored yet but seems many have is medicalsex[for want of a better word,chuckles].So in case they travel into this blog,I thought why notpiss this morning away and let mind wander........

Michelle was sitting on the bed. She was wearing only white cotton panties and a hospital gown. But Michelle was not in a hospital, or clinic or even a Doctor's office. She was in a room in the Courtyard by Marriott where she had gone to meet with Doctor Wellhung. At the moment Michelle was feeling many things, especially an extreme state of embarassment. There were several reasons for her discomposure. A man whom she had first met in person a mere two hours ago had given her an enema. It was not one of those little disposable ones from the drugstore either. He had used a regular bag-type enema, and he made poor Michelle take the whole thing. 1500ml he had told her; over a quart and a half, and he had even inserted two glycerine suppositories beforehand. Michelle was embarassed by the way that she had whined as she endured the procedure. She started to feel some cramping before the bag was half empty. The whining was not so much due to the cramps, it was due to her fear of them getting worse or of having an "accident".

Doctor Wellhung was skilled and he had administered the lukewarm liquid slowly. Her cramps had not become worse. Nontheless Michelle had whined, and she had told him that she did not think she could take the whole bag. She was embarrassed by her fear and doubt. She had not been so tough after all.

Michelle was also embarassed by her vagina. Her own vagina had betrayed her. The Doctor had noticed that Michelle's vagina became wet during the procedure. "Wet", she thought, that was the understatement of the year! How did the Doctor put it? He had said something about how her "vaginal secretions were so copious that they were seeping down her thigh". Michelle had become highly aroused by the enema, Doctor Wellhung noticed that, and made a point of saying so. She was mortified.

The worst embarassment of all was at the end of the procedure. After Doctor Wellhung finished administering the 1500ml (felt like more) of lukewarm water, he had made Michelle retain the solution for five (felt like fifty) whole minutes. He had used the time wisely to update her Medical History. As her stomach churned he asked about her most recent sexual experiences, in explicit detail of course. That was bad but not the worst. The worst came after the five minute retention period was over. Doctor Wellhung had told Michelle that she could have privacy as she expelled. He had helped her to her feet and to the toilet. Just as he was leaving the bathroom and pulling the door closed behind him, Michelle had lost control. It was not a just a little dribble either, Michelle totally let loose. There was a cacophony of gushing and splashing and farting noises and her own gasps and moans of humiliation and relief, and it seemed to go on and on, albiet in fits and starts.

Even though the room at the Mariott was nice it was not all that big, and there was only the bathroom door to diminish the sounds fo her expulsion. Michelle KNEW that the Doctor heard a lot.

When Michelle's bowels finally emptied she cleaned herself and dressed in her panties and hospital gown as instructed. She took her time with those tasks, but that only postponed the inevitable. Finally she got up the courage to leave the sanctuary of the bathroom and face the Doctor again. She went and sat on the bed, red-faced and with her eyes cast down.

"My dear", Dr. Wellhung started, ignoring her obvious embarassment, "Now that you have expelled the enema I will perform another procedure to verify that your bowels are free of any obstructions. I will be using a special rectal probe for this purpose."

With that said he opened his case of instruments and withdrew a large sealed plastic bag containing a coil of black rubber tubing and various small parts.

"This rectal probe is of my own design", he explained removing the contents of the bag "and it is unique in that it has provisions that will allow me to verify its position during the insertion. You will note that the tip of the probe has this small vibrator attached. It may be small but it is completely self-contained and powerful enough that its vibrations can be felt externally. It is powered by two lithium batteries with sufficient life for the expected duration of the procedure. This is not going to be painful but you will most certainly be aware of the location of the tip as it makes its way through your bowels. I will turn it on once we are ready to begin the procedure".

"Doctor, that looks really long", Michelle commented upon seeing that he had fully uncoiled the probe, "Will you be putting all that inside me?"

"For the record", Dr. Wellhung spoke, "the entire length of the probe is 36 inches but it will not be necessary you take it quite that deeply. There is sufficient length that I will be able to manipulate the probe during insertion and once it is fully in place. Now Michelle, I can perform this procedure with you either kneeling or lying on your side. Most women find lying on their side in the fetal, or more technically the Sims position to be the most comfortable, and that is what I would recommend."

"All right Doctor", Michelle agreed, "I will trust your judgment."

"Good my dear, now I am ready to begin the procedure. I would like you to lay on her left side, with your knees pulled up, facing away from me. Find a comfortable position and you may rest her head on a pillow if you like."

Michelle assumed the position, lying on her side. In that position her gown was lifted slightly and the smooth cotton fabric of her panties accentuated the soft roundness of her buttocks. Between her thighs the bulge of her vulva was also apparent.

"I will be removing your panties now Michelle", Dr. Wellhung told her and without hesitation he carefully slipped them down her hips. Michelle raised herself slightly and down they came, first revealing her full womanly behind and then after briefly resisting (held by the feminine moisture of her labia sticking to the fabric) the crotch pulled away from her vulva and that too was revealed. Michelle had a well developed growth of dark brown pubic hair. Dr. Wellhung slipped the panties further down her smooth legs and finally over her feet. Michelle had been a good patient thus far, lifting herself slightly to help the good Doctor slip her panties off, but keeping in the fetal position.

Michelle felt his fingers briefly touch her lower back and slip between her soft and warm cheeks. Her heart started to really race, but then Dr. Wellhung's hand moved past that most sensitive area to the inside of her thigh and he coaxed her to raise her leg a bit. He wanted her to be as comfortable as possible and so he slipped a pillow in between her knees.

She lay there doing her best to relax, feeling both excitement and nervousness at the same time. Again she felt his hand separating the soft globes of her behind. This time when he slipped his finger there between them it was slick with lubricant. His finger found her little rosebud anus and he lightly massaged the lubricant there. The Doctor noted that Michelle had some fine dark hair growth extending from her pubic area back to her perineum and around her anus. Her skin there darkened somewhat as well. It was a pinkish-brown color and was generally smooth with a slight amount of pucker toward her anal entrance. It looked tight. As the Doctor rubbed the area he could tell Michelle would need a bit of time before she would be ready for the procedure.

Indeed Michelle's anus was tightly clenched at first but, despite her trepidation, the feeling of the Doctor's finger rubbing her there was both arousing and compelling. She relaxed a bit. As he felt her clenching less he ever so gently pushed his fingertip slightly inside that tight little opening, further lubricating her tender tissues. The slight penetration resulted in her involuntarily clenching again. The Doctor spoke softly and closely into her ear "Relax Michelle, I am going to insert my finger now to lubricate you internally". She did relax slightly. It was enough that his finger slipped further inside, gently pushing through her anal sphincter until it was fully inside.

For a moment he let Michelle get accustomed to the feel of his finger inside her anus and then he began to stroke it in and out slightly, just enough that the tip withdrew past the inner ring of muscle, and then back through it again so the tip entered the cavity of her rectum, assuring the tissues there and inside the tight tube of her anal sphincter were slick with the gel. As he was finishing lubricating her anus he noted that she had begun to push back toward him.

That was the indication that he had waited for. Although physically Michelle had not yet fully relaxed her anus she was mentally ready for more. He again withdrew his finger but this time he slipped it completely from the tight grip of her behind.

"I am going to be beginning the procedure in a moment Michelle", Dr. Wellhung told her, "But before I do that I am going to inject additional lubricant into your rectum to help assure the procedure is as comfortable as possible for you."

The Doctor parted her buttocks again and placed the tip of an applicator at the opening of her anus. The applicator was a white plastic tube about the size of a douche nozzle with a plunger that was, at the time, fully retracted. The doctor had filled it with more of the lubricating gel he had used earlier. He gently inserted the rounded tip inside her anus, and then continued pushing it in until it was fully in place with a good four inches buried in her rectum. The darker slightly puckered skin of her anal area contrasted with the slick white plastic. He slowly pushed in the plunger, injecting the cool, slick contents into the heat of Michelle's rectal canal. He heard her moan slightly as she felt it flow inside her. Dr. Wellhung could not help but wonder if Michelle had ever experienced the feeling of a man ejaculating inside there.

When the plunger had injected all the contents of the applicator into Michelle's rectal canal the Doctor withdrew it. Her anus closed tightly, keeping the lubricant to melt inside her.
"Now my dear, that wasn't so bad now was it?" he asked her.
"No Doctor"
"Good, now this time I will be inserting the end of the probe. Are you ready?" Her answer "I hope so" was inconclusive but the slight lifting of her leg was affirmative.

Michelle could sense him back there behind her working on the final preparations. When she heard a soft buzzing sound she realized that he had finished.

Once again she felt him spread her buttocks. Her anus felt cool from the air and lubricant. She felt the tip of the probe touch that most private spot. It was rounded and smooth, slick with more lubricant and buzzing with the vibrations of it's enclosed motor. Michelle's anus was alive with sensitivity and the feeling was electric, very similar in effect to when she first would begin to use her own vibrator on her clitoris.

With one hand holding her buttocks apart Dr. Wellhung began applying a firm pressure with the probe. At first Michelle's anus resisted the intrusion but after a few moments she made an effort to relax and he felt that tight little muscle beginning to yield. The tip of the probe slowly opened her tender hole and entered. Michelle could feel the hardness of the Doctor's penis in his pants there against the back of her thigh. She understood that this was as exciting for him as it was for herself. However, that moment of reflection was soon eclipsed by the sensation she felt as the tip of the probe push through her inner anal muscle. At that point her anus was dilated as much as it would be over the course of the procedure.

The thickness of the vibrating probe tip was greater than that of the Doctor's finger, but not uncomfortably large. Michelle had taken much larger things back there in the past. Sometimes when she masturbated she would insert a vibrating dildo anally. She had accommodated buttplugs including one surprisingly large one. Michelle had been sodomized on numerous occasions. She could imagine how it might feel if it were the Doctor's penis entering her instead of the vibrating probe.

Ever so slowly Dr. Wellhung slipped the probe through the tight ring of her anus. Michelle was not fully relaxed but the lubricant was very effective and the Doctor's stroking her soft buttock was calming. The tip completely passed through into the less tight cavity of her rectum. She could feel it vibrating inside her now, not in the ring of her anus but actually inside her body. The smooth tubing was smaller around than the tip and it kept her anus from closing completely despite her involuntary clenching.

"The tip is inside you now Michelle" Dr. Wellhung told her appreciably "You are doing very well"

Despite the fact that she was not saying anything, he can tell the procedure is already beginning to affect her. Michelle's breathing was more rapid and he noted an ever so slight undulation of her hips. He looked down and could see the length of the probe projecting from her anus, and below that her darkly furred labia were showing, swollen with her arousal. The Doctor slipped a finger between them. She felt soft, warm, and very wet. Further forward with his finger he could feel her clitoris had hardened.

Once Michelle had a few moments to become accustomed to the vibrating tip end fully inside her, the Doctor applied a little pressure. The tip of the probe met no resistance and slipped in, only an inch more, but from her soft moan it was apparent that she could feel the movement.

"Michelle, I am going to begin inserting the probe deeper now. I will go slowly and it will not hurt. Try to relax", and with that he reached around and cupped her breast. Her nipple is hard against his palm. On his other hand, the one gripping the tube of the probe, he could feel the heat emanating from her crotch.

Keeping one hand cupped over her breast to help calm her, he applied some more lubricant to the smooth black rubber tubing then gently but steadily began pushing it further into her anus. The tubing was slightly thicker than an enema hose and it was quite flexible, although not as much so as a rubber enema hose. Instead it had just the right degree of flexibility to follow the contours inside a woman's body, yet stiff enough to resist kinking as it was inserted. Inch by inch it disappeared into Michelle's behind, pushing the vibrating probe tip well inside her rectum. At approximately six inches inserted, Michelle and the Doctor could both feel resistance.

"Michelle", he told her, "the probe is fully inserted inside your rectum. Now I am going to manipulate the tube a little until I feel the opening to your bowels" She moaned again at the feeling of it moving inside her. It felt almost alive.

Even uncoiled the tubing of the probe remained slightly naturally curved. By gently twisting the tubing the Doctor could somewhat change the direction the tip was pointed. After a few moments the resistance he noticed earlier lessened, meaning the end of the probe was passing through the inner sphincter that marked the transition between Michelle's rectum and colon.

"Michelle, could you feel that?" he asked her, despite the fact that he knew she did indeed feel it by the way she shuddered just then. "My dear, the probe is entering your bowels now. You have taken it a little more than seven inches deep. When engage in anal intercourse with a well endowed man, you will feel something similar at the point of full penetration, as the mouth of your bowels opens and settled over the glans of his penis. Have you ever felt that?"

"No Doctor", she paused "but it sounds heavenly."

Michelle's breathing was much faster and she actually began moving her hips back and forth toward the Doctor, toward the probe where it disappeared into her body. The Doctor released her breast and found her hand and taking it in his, he placed it low on her tummy. Michelle could feel the gentle vibration from the probe tip inside her body. He moved her hand lower to encourage her to rub her clitoris while he returned his own hand to her breast, and again pushed a little more of the shiny black tube deeper into her clenching anal opening.

Once the tip of the probe had passed into her bowels it slid in easily again. Dr. Wellhung applied lubricant to the tube as necessary as he introduced it further inside Michelle. The vibrating tip also tended to vibrate the tube somewhat and she could feel every inch that was in her body. Her fingers were rhythmically rubbing her clitoris and the Doctor could see that her feminine secretions were flowing freely from entrance of her vagina. He extended one finger there between her labia and found that opening there. It was warm and very wet and it almost seemed as if her vagina was actually trying to suck his finger inside. He teased the opening a moment but did not take advantage of the opportunity to penetrate her... yet.

Dr. Wellhung had 18 inches of the tubing inserted into Michelle when he noted a slight resistance again. This signified a turning in her internal form. Again it was necessary that he manipulate to tube to allow the tip to find the proper direction to follow the turn of her bowels. The Doctor slightly withdrew the probe, turned it, pushed, and repeated that again until he felt the tip had turned in the correct direction. Doctor Wellhung pushed gently and it slipped another several inches deeper into her tummy. That feeling of the vibrating probe tip moving about inside then beginning to go even deeper again was more than Michelle could take. She had been becoming more and more aroused and that pushed her right over the edge. She gasped and tensed and shuddered as an orgasm surged from there deep in her bowels through every cell of her clitoris.

The Doctor smiled to himself. His patient was responding very well to this procedure. He gently massaged her breast and stroked her buttocks as she climaxed. Once her spasms subsided, he asked "Michelle, Are you ready for me to finish inserting the probe?"

"Ohhhhh doctor, I don't know if I can take any more", she gasped, still shaking with the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm, "How much deeper?"

"Here my dear, you can see for yourself", he told her and taking her hand he moved it behind her where her fingers found the tube as it protruded from between her cheeks. She felt the length. It still felt rather long. "Now I want you to get up.", he spoke.

Michelle carefully rolled forward and rose to a kneeling position. Every movement made her even more aware of the foreign feeling in her bowels. It was not painful, but she most certainly could feel every inch. Dr Wellhung took her hand and helped her off the bed to a standing position. Even the act of standing accentuated her awareness that the probe was already very deeply inserted. He led her to the mirror and positioned her so that she was standing sideways. She looked and saw that less than half the length of the tube remained visible. It was sticking out from between her buttocks and hanging down like a shiny black tail. She thought to herself that it, that she, looked very sexy in a fetishy sort of way. It reminded her of a pony girl. She liked it and that thought shocked her. Michelle reached back and touched the shiny black tube/tail again. It was buzzing softly.

"Now Michelle", Dr. Wellhung told her, taking her hand away from the tube, "I want you to stand here and open your legs a bit and just watch". With that he turned her forward to face the full length mirror on the wall. The Doctor gently used his hand to coax her legs open until she was standing with her feet well apart. Michelle could see the tube hanging down between her thighs.

Then standing behind Michelle, Dr. Wellhung reached around placing one hand on her tummy to help steady her. He grasped the tubing and carefully pushed it upward a bit. He could see where Michelle's eyes were looking in the mirror. Her gaze was fixed between her legs where she could see what she was feeling, the tube slipping further up inside her bowels. She looked almost dreamy and mesmerized by the sights and feelings as very slowly the Doctor pushed the probe further up inside her. There was a little more than a foot remaining, then less - ten inches - eight inches - seven inches - then only six! "Oh my god," Michelle thought "there is so much of it inside me now!". Less than five inches of tube remained visible. The Doctor stopped. Michelle had taken the probe as fully as he had intended.

By the time Dr. Wellhung finally got done with the insertion of the probe Michelle was beside herself. Her legs were shaky and weak. She could feel the entire length of over two and a half feet of the probe embedded inside her. The tip was still vibrating and had grown slightly warm deep inside her bowels. As the Doctor caressed her tummy she stared at her crotch and her short black rubber tubing pony girl tail. The rest of that long black tube was snaked way up inside her body. The rectal probe stayed in place with no tendency to slip out like a vibrator or butt plug might. The Doctor reached down with his hands and spread her labia while Michelle watched in the mirror. When those hairy outer lips parted she could see that her inner lips were glistening wet and very pink and swollen. Her clitoral hood bulged from the erection of her clitoris and the tip of it was visible, like a little pink pearl straining to emerge further.

Michelle couldn't put words to what she was feeling. It was a strange mixture of lust and stimulation spiced with feelings of perversion and embarrassment. Michelle felt that she had submitted to the Doctor's care at a level of intimacy that she had never reached before. Every bit of her was alive with need and arousal. Her eyes and his met in the mirror. They both looked and watched as the Doctor's hands left her vulva and slid up to cup her breasts. Her vaginal lips remained somewhat open and the wetness was evident inside her thighs. The Doctor kissed Michelle's neck. Her skin was slightly damp with perspiration.

"My dear", the Doctor said, speaking with his eyes into hers as well as his voice, "do you find it pleasurable knowing that you have taken that entire length inside you?"

"I can't believe it is all inside me Doctor", Michelle said, speaking as if in a daze. She was clearly in a space of her own.

"I asked you, is it pleasurable?"

"Yes Doctor, it is pleasurable, especially in my mind to think of what I have let you do to me. Have I pleased you Doctor?"

"Yes Michelle, you have pleased me, and now you will please me further", the Doctor spoke. Taking her hand, he led Michelle to the bed. She was almost robotic in her motions, cautious in her movements due to the strangeness of feeling so very deeply penetrated. She felt almost afraid to move the wrong way lest something would happen inside her, yet she was fully acquiescent to his will. The Doctor helped her to lay face down on the bed. She did not resist even slightly as he spread her legs, as she felt the cuff being secured about her ankle, and again, about the other ankle. When the Doctor put his hands around her waist and coaxed her to rise slightly she did. He slid a pillow under her pelvis, elevating her buttocks to a position that suited him.

Michelle laid there, eyes closed, anticipating what would come next. She did not know what it would be, but that did not matter. The Doctor had told her that she would please him further and that was all she needed to know. She felt him tying the cord to the loop on the cuff at her left ankle, heard the sound of the cord being pulled under the bed, and felt him working again with the cuff on her right ankle. The Doctor pulled the cord tight, spreading her legs yet more, not uncomfortably so but certainly widely separated. She felt the most exposed and vulnerable she had ever felt in her life. She imagined that her most intimate opening, her anus, was obscenely visible to his gaze. No, not just visible but slightly stretched around and gripping short length of tube projecting up from there. It made her think about how long, how very long, that probe had looked the first time she saw it as the Doctor uncoiled it. Now she could feel all that length. It was inside her, in to the very core of her being, vibrating and warm in her belly.

The Doctor moved behind Michelle. She felt the soft hardness of the head of his penis between her labia. At that moment she wanted it inside her more than anything else in the world. He finally spoke, "Michelle, I will be withdrawing the probe now. I have restrained you because I want you to remain absolutely still during the withdrawal. It will not be at all painful, but the sensation will be unlike anything you have felt before. I want you to just do your best to relax and feel what is happening inside you. Do not move at all. Just feel. I will insert the head of my penis into your vagina Michelle. That will allow me to feel any spasms you may have during the withdrawal of the probe. Are you ready Michelle?"

Michelle sighed and said very softly that she was ready. The Doctor felt her wetness, her feminine juices making the entry of his cockhead effortless. He felt her warm, soft vagina open for him, and close again, gripping his penis just beyond his bulging mushroom head. He used his hands and spread her plush asscheeks. The sight of her dark pink anus likewise encircling the tube was erotic beyond belief.

The Doctor leaned forward and moved his patient's hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. Then he took hold of the tube and began to withdraw it. There was very little resistance and it began to come out easily. Michelle was very well lubricated internally. Gradually a little more of the tube began to emerge. Deep inside her bowels Michelle felt the vibrating tip moving. Again the sensation that it was alive within her body. She slipped the rest of the way into her private headspace. She felt the familiar sensation again, starting in her clitoris, then deep in her bowels, then everywhere from the top of her head down to her toes. She tried not to move but her toes curled as she came. Her fingers clenched the sheets as she came. The probe kept moving inside her, vibrating and hot, so deep inside her as she came. The Doctor felt her vagina clenching his cockhead, squeezing out precum. In time with her vaginal clenching her anus clenched as well gripping the emerging tube, causing the puckered little ring to protrude slightly. Her spasms came in waves, clench, unclench, clench, and unclench. The Doctor continued slowly withdrawing the probe out from Michelle's body. He felt how her body heat had warmed the glistening black tubing. She was completely gone now, awash in orgasm, pounded by wave after wave washing through her entire being. She was not even aware of the presence of the Doctor's penis pushing deeper and deeper her vagina. She did not feel the cuffs keeping her legs apart. She entire focus was on the sensation of a living thing traveling through her churning bowels and the resultant endless spasms of her climax. Further the Doctor withdrew the probe. At the thick vibrating tip passed back out though that opening deep inside her that marked the transition between her bowels and rectum Michelle clenched and did not unclench at all. Her cunthole squeezed the Doctors penis tightly. Her anus gripped the tube. The Doctor felt the vibrations getting stronger as the tip passed through her rectum. It reached her anal sphincter. He looked and watched as her anus began to pull outward and then open, reluctantly releasing the thick tip that had traveled so very far inside her. It popped out. Michelle's body went limp. Her vagina released its grip on the Doctor's penis. Her anus relaxed and opened like a small dark mouth leading to the heat inside her. Michelle was ready. The Doctor was ready. He withdrew his long slick cock from her limp cunthole and moved it upward, to her waiting and dilated anus....

There! Enough playing on the keyboard.Time to answer a few phone meassages that piled up and then take a raod trip to visit some of the crews.Have a great Friday!!!!!! Blessed be,Brad

Well,merry meet this Fine Saturday!!!!! Hope Y/your week
went well and Y/you are just getting underway

with all the delights the weekend has in store.
I got My shift over early at the fund raising breakfast
[didnt burn either the bacon or the french toast,chuckles]
and decided to put away the paperwork I tasked Myself here
at the home office for a wee bit.Being My week to do laundry,
I got a load done and out on the line[there is NOTHING
like air dryed clothes,dont Y/you agree?] and now find Myself
contemplating how to fill out this gorgeuos sunny afternoon.
I feel bad that i have been neglecting this blog lately but seems
lately I have been busier then a one legged dog in flea season.
Doesnt mean that this perverted mind has forgotten about the more delicious delights in life,just finding it hard to pencil out some time to share them here.Mmmm,speaking of such......

Hollie was horny. She had been sitting on the sofa
watching TV, but turned it off, stood up and stretched
her arms above her head. She was very curvy, although
having E cup breasts on her 9 stone frame made her look
rather top heavy. Her tight ass was perhaps her
favorite feature, as there was not a man alive who
could resist it. She looked at her watch, her master
James had been at work all day, and she was feeling the
need to cum.

She knew he would be at least another ten minutes, so
she reached for her vibrator. She let out a gasp as the
vibrations touched her clit, massaging it round and
round, feeling her cunt lubricate, she placed the tip
of the vibrator at the entrance to her cunt and slowly
pushed it in, delighting in the feeling of the
vibrations on her clit and the feeling of the large 7"
vibe in her tight, young, shaved pussy.

She was so engrossed in the pleasure she was feeling
that she didn’t hear her master come in the front door,
nor did she notice as he stood in the doorway watching
her pleasure herself. "You little bitch," he said
calmly, making Hollie jump a mile.

"Shit!" she thought "I’m in trouble now."

He walked over and snatched the vibrator away, turned
it off and placed it on the coffee table. "I come home
from work, horny as hell and the last thing I want to
see is my little fuck-toy enjoying herself instead of
greeting me at the door on her knees waiting for my
cock."

Hollie was on her knees now, looking at the floor, "Yes
sir, I am so sorry sir," she simpered.

"You will be," he muttered under his breath as he
walked into their bedroom. Hollie didn’t move,
"Bollocks. I am going to be in for so much punishment
tonight. He is really angry at me."

James meanwhile was in their bedroom, he had taken his
work clothes off and changed into a pair of jeans and a
t-shirt, he was furious. "That little fucking whore,"
he thought. "How dare she pleasure herself, I am the
one who decides when she can take pleasure, the little
slut. I will teach her a lesson or two about pleasure
tonight, my pleasure that is." And he reached into his
bedside cabinet and pulled out a collar, a leash, and a
whip. "This is going to be fun" he chuckled to himself
as he walked back into the living room.

He walked in and sat on the sofa, "Come here bitch," he
commanded.

Hollie immediately obeyed, shuffling over to him on her
knees never looking up, he bent over her and placed the
collar round her neck, snapping it in place, then he
attached the lead. "Stand up slut," she stood up. "Sit
down bitch," she knelt down again, "Stand up."

She was used to this kind of thing, she remembered it
from her training days, whatever he said she had to
obey otherwise there would be consequences. She stood
there staring at the wall in front of her. "Now I don’t
expect to come home to find my little toy pleasing
herself do I bitch?"

"No sir."

"As you know there are always consequences, and tonight
is all because of you taking pleasure from something
which isn’t my cock, without my permission.
Understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Now strip slut."

She immediately removed her boots, her short white
skirt, her black blouse, but at the shout of, "Stop!"

She left her black bra and thong on. "Now bitch, I want
to undo your bra, but I will get bored with undressing
the rest of you, so while I am removing your underwear
I want you to start getting my cock rock hard, through
my jeans."
"Yes sir." She knelt down in front of her master and
started to work on his cock through his jeans.

Even though he wasn’t hard yet, she could feel how huge
his cock was, and a thousand memories of being throat
fucked by that cock came flooding back to her. She
could feel his cock growing under her attentions, she
was licking the denim, making it sopping wet, hoping he
could feel that through his jeans, while she was
rubbing her lips either side of his cock up and down as
hard and fast as she could.

He swiftly un-clipped her bra and pulled it off her
arms and threw it on the floor. He let her service his
cock in this way for a few more seconds before pushing
her off. "Come here. Lie across my lap bitch."

She hurriedly did as she was told. "Shut your fucking
eyes and hold still, if I even hear one sound you’ll be
in even more trouble slut." She shut her eyes tight and
held still.

Suddenly she felt a burning pain on her ass as he hit
her with the whip. "Don’t move don’t make a sound," she
thought to herself, begging her voice not to let her
down. He whipped her again, all over her back, leaving
a couple seconds gap between each one.

There was a long pause, "Maybe it’s over?" she thought,
and relaxed her muscles. She shouldn’t have done,
without any warning a flurry of hard sharp slaps burnt
her ass, making it burn and redden. "Mmmmmphh."

She had made a noise. She was in deep shit now. "stand
up bitch. Now I’ll teach you for making a noise when I
tell you not to." He then started to whip the front of
her body, not holding back, really whipping her hard,
he could see tears of pain slipping out from under her
screwed up eye lids.

He continued this for a few minutes, she felt like her
whole body was on fire it hurt so much, but she knew
better than to make another noise. He stopped, "Open
your fucking eyes." He was standing in front of her,
completely naked, his huge cock stood straight out in
front of him touching her burning stomach.

"Now watch my eyes you fucking piece of shit whore," he
raised the whip high above his head watching her blue
eyes widen with fear. "Shit, he’s going to whip my
tits, this is really going to hurt," she thought.

He bought the whip down hard and fast, but not on her
tits as she had thought, he whipped her shaved pussy,
"Lie down. Keep looking at me piece of fuck."

She lay down. "Open those filthy legs." She obeyed.
"Watch me slut." With her eyes locked on his, her
master then proceeded to whip her cunt lips, her clit
and her actual cunt in a frenzy of hard sharp fast
blows. She was struggling to keep eye contact but knew
if she broke it there would be no going back.

"I grow weary of this bitch," he said sitting back down
on the sofa. He reached for her leash and pulled her up
from lying, to make her kneel in front of him, causing
her to get a few carpet burns on her arms.

"Now slut I enjoyed watching you hurt, do you know why?
It’s because you are a fucking whore and fucking whores
don’t deserve to be treated like humans, they are not
equal to other women they are scum, and what can I do
to scum?"

She knew this well, "Anything you want to sir."

"That’s right whore, and why is that?"

"Because I am your property sir?"

"Correct," he said. "Now, I feel like coming, but I'm
too tired to use my hand, so I want you to use your
mouth and nothing else, in fact," he said while tying
her hands behind her back with the leash, "I am just
going to fuck your throat. any problems with that?"

"No sir."

"Good bitch."

He grabbed a fistful of her long brown hair and placed
her mouth over the tip of his cock. "Open." she obeyed,
opening her mouth as wide as she could. "Stick your
tongue out slut." She stuck it out so far it ached, he
used his hand in her hair to guide her tongue around
the head of his cock then he quickly forced her head
down, making her gasp and choke as he forced his large
cock all the way down her throat. She felt her eyes
well up with tears as she struggled not to choke on his
monster cock. She felt her nose touch the skin at the
base of his cock, the pubic hair tickled her face, she
was feeling really dizzy, and just as she started to
black out he pulled her off his cock.

She gasped in as much air as she could before he shoved
her face back on his cock repeatedly, he loved the
feeling of his cock in the whore's throat. But most of
all he loved the feeling of her gagging on his cock,
enjoying the constricting throat muscles squeezing his
dick hard, trying to expel it, but it just encouraged
him to throat fuck her harder. He was force deep-
throating her so fast, just using the sluts mouth as a
fuck toy, he knew he would cum soon, so he slowed right
down. He started to force his cock right to the back of
her throat and hold it there for a count of 5 then pull
out for 2 then repeat it over and over.

Hollie was feeling feint, she had no idea how much
longer she could take this violent throat fucking. When
James was sure he was going to come soon he started to
fuck her throat hard and fast, not caring how much the
bitch spluttered and choked he wanted to cum on her
filthy tongue. He was so close now "stick your fucking
tongue out whore." she was struggling to regain her
breath but stuck her tongue out as best she could, her
throat felt red raw.

James was pumping his cock so fast all she could see
was a blur in front of her face, he felt his balls
tightening and knew he was about to cum, aiming the
head of his cock directly onto the whores tongue and
into the sluts mouth he started to cum, "Hold your
tongue out bitch, I want to see the cum on your tongue
and in your mouth till I say you can swallow."

He shot such a load in her mouth some began to spill
out, so he grabbed an empty glass beside the sofa and
held it under her chin, collecting the cum dripping off
her chin and out of her mouth. He finished cumming and
wiped the excess off onto the bitch's hair. Making
clumps of it stick together.

She still held out her cum covered tongue. "Okay bitch,
swallow," he commanded. Hollie immediately swallowed
all the cum in her mouth and on her tongue, making sure
she got every drop she could.

"Slut that was only the beginning of my fun. You are in
for a long night tonight bitch," James walked into the
bedroom and emerged a few minutes later holding rope, a
gag, and some handcuffs.

"Stand up bitch."


Well,got that off chest,time to head out and see just what
delights the rest of this Saturday has in store for Me.I
hope that it is all that Y/you need it to be.Blessed be,
Brad.

Grins,just peeking in to see how Y/your weekend is going so far.The day dawned bright and early here[funny isnt it how your body is used to waking at a certain time every day even though Ya dont have to go into the main office].Its sorta a piss off and yet its great cause it starts the weekend off noce and early.Found a cool recipie for a 4 layer ice cream cake that I think I wil make for the youngest Domlings birthday.It takes a couple of days to make cause of the layers invovled so I have to get this ass under way to the store for the special ingreidiants and start the first layer today.Was planning on getting a few hours of paperwork done here at the home office first thing,but watching the beautiful sunrise as I feed the squirrels their morning peanuts weakend My resolve.I just couldnt resist...gather the ferrets up and took them for a walk and playful roam in the woods.What a ball they had and gotta tell Yéyou,this kiddo emensely enjoyed it also.There is just something about being in the woods..............

We walk along a path, holding hands, and talking. Engrossed in conversation, you don't realize that we have walked far into woods. So far, so alone, that no one could possibly hear us... We come to a clearing. You're surprised to find a log cabin, stacked cordwood, and other supplies there. Enough food and wood to last several weeks. A dog is tied to a tree, watching our approach, wagging it's tail exuberantly, waiting. The dog knows me, and you realize immediately that I have prepared this place for us. You start to ask a question but I cut you off. "Do exactly as you are told. Be silent. Stand still. Look at the ground." All pretense of respectfulness suddenly gone, my gaze moves over your figure. I look directly at your breasts, then our eyes lock. "Life will get very unpleasant if you refuse me anything. You are here for my pleasure and I will use your body in any way I choose. Disobey and you will be punished." Panicky, you look for a place to run, but before you can act I seize you by the hair. Struggling against overwhelming strength, you are pulled over to a post that is set firmly in the earth.
"Let go!" I push you to the dirt. Before you can organize your defenses, a collar secures you to the post. You have been leashed!
"No one knows you are here, my Love. You are helpless." Half standing, you reach for the collar, clawing at the hasp, but it is locked. You slump to the ground, defeated.
Dangling the key before you, I smile. "You have not obeyed. You have spoken without permission. You tried to remove the collar, and even now you don't look down." Your helplessness now obvious, you cast your eyes down. I kneel beside you and slowly reach for your breast. You don't dare move a muscle. Finding the nipple, I squeeze gently. "Good girl, my Love, but you will still be disciplined for your earlier disobedience. You may moan and squirm, but do not speak or try to protect them during your punishment. Later, for my pleasure, you will strip off your clothes and over the course of the night you will allow me to explore your body. You will have no secrets, no boundaries, when I am done with you." Resigned to your fate, you pray that I will not demand the ultimate submission...

Naked except for panties, blindfold, and the collar that assures your helplessness, you have been slowly stripped Now even that skimpy cloth is cut away. I touch you. Everywhere. You kneel with knees spread, head and arms thrown back, eyes closed, waiting. Breasts exposed. You are a beautiful woman. I run my hands over your body, pausing to explore a curve, then probe an opening. I examine your breasts. Squeeze them, pinch them. All of your curves are handled, all three openings penetrated. Forced to cooperate with all the intrusions, you're ashamed that a stranger knows the depth of your pussy and the tightness of your ass.

It is a chilly night and you are thankful that I have posed you near the fire. Soon the punishment will begin. You have obeyed every command since your submission, but now you are faced with the need to disobey, for although you have been commanded to be still and silent, the need to pee grows stronger. What will the punishment be for that embarrassing transgression? As you wait you smell food cooking and hear me moving around you. There is a large box next to the tent. I open it and get something out. I come close now and stop, standing over you. You listen intently, trying to anticipate what I'm about to do, but you hear nothing. Suddenly you feel your right nipple pinched and you flinch. More from surprise than pain you almost cry out but you control yourself. Chest heaving, only your breathing betrays your shock and discomfort. I leave again and you are surprised that the nipple is still being pinched. A clothespin? Returning, I command you. "Hands behind your back. Lean forward. Not too far. Let your tits hang. I remind you to be still and silent, or you will be bound in this position and additional punishments added." Breasts hanging, arms pulled back, I tighten your blindfold and the manhandling begins. First I lift your left breast, hefting it, gauging how hard to strike. A slap, then a pause as it jiggles. I move to your right breast and repeat your ordeal.

You realize the the ordeal you will endure. Made to beg mercy or struggle to protect them with futile movement. There is no good choice, only submission. Resolving to obey utterly from now on, you do not flinch as your breasts are slapped, then pinched. A different place each time: the top, the nipple, the side. Blindfolded, you don't know when or where to expect it. Each time harder than the last, trying to make you cry out. Additional clothespins are fastened to your nipple. Testing your limit. Trying to make you squirm. I stop just as you are about to flinch, and you know that I am playing with you. I could make you flinch any time I want. Make you disobey. Impose additional punishments. Each time there is a pause between breasts. I'm in no hurry to finish your punishment. You stand still, breasts hanging, fully exposed, vulnerable.
Your nipples harden, and you are ashamed at your arousal...

"Stand. Answer `yes' if you understand. You will do whatever you are told."
"Yes." Even blindfolded you are aware of my huge erection.
"I do not need a reason to manhandle you. I may do it for my pleasure or to test your submission."
"Yes."
"Be silent. Kneel. Place your chest on the blanket and raise your ass into the air." Walking behind you I sit, watching as you assume the position. "Hands above your shoulders, keep your tits on the blanket. Spread your knees and your feet. Wider." Completely opened, you have never felt so naked. You know that I can see your most private parts, can reach out and touch you there, and even if I am rough there is nothing you can do to stop it. Vulnerable, too, to penetration. You wait, heart pounding. "A man can take a woman's' hips two ways. No submission is required. You could struggle and I would still have my way. The submission is when you stay still and open, allow the man to have you, to take his time with you."
(`Will it be my pussy or my ass,' you wonder.)
I move around to your front and kneel. "The mouth, on the other hand, cannot be taken by force. A woman must cooperate. Opening, sucking, using her tongue and her lips." Pausing to let this sink in, then, " Open your mouth, woman." You have no choice but to suck this man off. Parting your lips, you wait for the musky smell of cock to fill your nostrils. I reach back and grab your hair, controlling you completely, but instead of the violation you expect, I gently place food in your mouth, then caress your hair. I am playing with you...

(I have never been so utterly dominated in my life. Even so, I have been cared for, fed, kept warm. Although he is stern and demanding, he is also almost gentle with me. The punishments are unpleasant, but he could have really hurt me, and didn't. Funny, but I feel safe here with him, huddling before this fire, waiting for his next order. I want him to fuck me. Any way he wants. God, I have to pee...)

(I knew she was submissive. I knew it the first time I heard her voice. So soft, gentle, it reeks of submission. I took a chance taking her here, I could have been wrong, but I wasn't. She creamed her panties when I punished her. I bet she'll provoke punishment if I don't give her enough. Look at her. She's relaxed. She trusts me. She's even teasing me, looking at my cock like that. It's time to see how she services me...)

"Get up." I walk over to the post and sit, leaning against it. "Come here. Kneel before me, one leg on either side of my legs. Move down a little. Good. Look at my cock. You will blow me now. If you don't please me I'll cram it up your ass."
Startled by that threat and sure that I would do it, you almost forget to answer. "Yes."
"Begin. Slow and gentle." Obediently, you lean over me. Slowly you wet me, going deeper with every stroke. Over and over you plunge down on me. "Stop." `No! Not my ass' you think. But that is not what I have in mind at all. "Let me show you how I like it. Keep your head still, let me fuck your mouth. Keep your lips on me. Let my cock slide on your tongue." I begin to move. One shallow thrust, just parting the lips, then withdrawal. A deep thrust, lips parting and sliding down the length of the shaft, I find the back of your mouth. A short pause before I withdraw. I continue until you have the rhythm. Shallow, deep, hold. "Stop. Move toward me. More. Spread your pussy lips and let my cock rest against your clit." You obey, thrusting your hips against my cock. It feels wonderful, but you know already that you won't be able to cum like this. Just a tease. "Lean forward. Put your hands on the post, above my head. Do not move your hands, feet, or knees. Keep your cunt on my cock but do not fuck. You may squirm and moan all you want, but do not speak except to acknowledge an order."
"Yes." Your breasts are tender from the discipline of the disobedience, and you hope I'll be gentle with them. I have you right were I want you. Ready to suck cock on command. Submitting to discipline for no reason other than my amusement. My Love, you are my toy. I take a nipple in each hand and squeeze, just to show you that I can do anything I want.
"Move back down and suck it some more."
"Yes." You begin again, doing the work that is a blowjob. You taste your own juice on me. I grow harder, and you know you are good.
"Stop. Give me your tits again."
"Yes." Again you spread yourself and put your clit on my cock, hands on the post. You wait to be handled. This time I'm much rougher than I have ever been. You thrash and moan, but you're careful to obey, to keep your hands on the post, your pussy on my cock. You begin to pump your hips, sliding your pussy against me. You can almost cum, but not quite. I stop, let your breasts hang. I watch them jiggle as you pant, hips slowly pumping. For the first time in your life, you're a slut. My slut.
"When I cum hold my load in your mouth until I order you to swallow. Don't spill one drop. Finish me." I grab your head and push you down. It's the first time I have forced you to suck it. Very hot for you now, I thrust up, fucking your pretty face. One shallow thrust, one deep one, a short pause. Faster, rock hard. No more pause, just shallow, deep, shallow, deep... I get loud, moaning, ordering you to suck cock. The thrusts are all deep ones now, over and over. Your mouth is mine. Screaming, I explode in your mouth, pumping my salty, slippery seed into you. When I am done throbbing, I command you: "Suck out every drop. Milk it with your hand." You comply, taking it all into your mouth. "Give me your tits again." You can't answer because of the load you're carrying, and you wonder if you'll be punished. Maybe a spanking... Your clit rubbing on my cock, your breasts being handled, and the strong, pungent taste of my cum drives you wild. I pinch your nipples. "Swallow." You take my seed into your belly as your hips grind. You thrust forward and back on my cock, desperate to get enough friction to cum. Squirming, too, as I slap and squeeze your tits, you misjudge, and still-hard cock plunges deep into your soaked pussy. Shocked by the sudden entry, your orgasm explodes and you loose control, screaming, all thought of obedience forgotten as you fuck wildly for your own pleasure. When you are finally done you're shocked to realize that you have pissed all over me!...

(I can't believe I did that! I never would have dared provoke him so. When I am done cleaning myself I will kneel and silently offer him my breasts, and hope that is enough...)

(I never expected that! I knew she would have to piss, allowing me to play at being very angry, demanding penance. But what penance is appropriate for a sex slave that fucks without permission then pisses on her master?...)

Turning toward you, I see that you are kneeling, head back, breasts thrust out. You are so sexy, so beautiful, naked but for the collar. I am pleased by this act of contrition, but that is clearly not enough. Walking over to the box, I get out several large pillows and ...

"Look here, my Love." In the flickering light of the fire, you can just make out a large log with pillows arranged to make a chair. On the right of the chair is a collection of...what? Straining to focus, you make out a collection of dildos, a small paddle, and lots of leather. Leather what? Taking some of the leather, I walk over to you. Silently reaching down I grab a nipple and pull you to your feet. "Be silent. Turn around. Hands behind your back. Touch your left hand to your right elbow and your right hand to your left elbow. Stay." Using the leather, I bind your arms. "Turn around. Pledge your obedience."
Hesitating, unsure of what will satisfy me, you blurt out: "I will obey you."
"You haven't convinced me, my Love. Lean forward. Try again."
The threat is clear. Pledge convincingly or your breasts, already sore from earlier discipline and the blowjob, will be handled again. "I will obey you. Do what you want with me, I will submit." Seeing me reaching for your nipple, you fall to your knees, eyes cast down, desperate to appease. "Discipline me, fuck me without foreplay, use my body. Command me. Test me. Anything you want. I will never resist. I am your Slut." I pause, letting you feel the humiliation.
"Silence. You are disobeying, my Love. You were told to stand and lean forward. Do it." Struggling to your feet, you assume the position. I reach for your nipple, you don't dare move. Pulling, leading you by your breast, I take you to the chair. I sit and place a large pillow on my lap. "Lay over my lap. Ass up. Knees together. This way, so my right hand can spank you and my left can squeeze your breasts." I watch as you take the position. Placing a large pillow under your head and shoulders, your breasts hang in the air, suspended between the pillows. "Are you comfortable, My Love?"
"Yes, Sir."
"This is for pissing on me." Whack! It stings! Whack! Whack! Over and over you are spanked. Whack! Your ass grows pink and hot as the spanking progresses. Whack! Whack! I pause to oil your cheeks. Oil that soothes, but that will also make the next blows sting more. Whack! I leave my hand on your ass, rubbing you. Taking my time. I draw back. Whack! Rubbing some more, soothing. Motions repeated. Soothing massage, stinging spanks. Loving touch, strict discipline. Like a mantra it repeats. You remember the paddle. He's not using it. `Perhaps if I resist he will paddle me'...
I slide my hand between your thighs and spread your legs. My hand rests on your inner thigh, high up your leg. "Keep your knees apart. Expose your pussy. I control which of your holes I will use, and when I will use them. This is for fucking me. You may say whatever you want. Beg me to stop, I want to hear you grovel. But keep your legs open, do not protect your pussy." I slide my hand up, softly rubbing your exposed lips. Drawing back, I lightly slap your pussy. Whack! A pussy spanking!
"Oh, God." Whack! "Please, no!" Whack! "Anything you want." Whack! "Please stop! I'll suck you off!"
"You'll do that anyway, Slut." Whack!...Whack!...Whack!... Taking my time, I rub you between strikes, gauging how hard to spank and testing for wetness. You are very wet. Not too hard, not too easy. I draw back. Whack! Defiant now and determined to regain your dignity, you pull your pussy away from me and close your legs. Holding you tightly around the waist, I open you forcefully. Jamming a finger in your ass, I pull your hips around, forcing your pussy back into the air, and begin again, much harder this time...


Exhausted, you have long since ceased your struggles. The spanking continues, gentle slaps on tender flesh. Now that resistance has ceased the spanking is gentle again, more symbolic of your utter submission than true punishment. I follow each slap with a tender, erotic caress on your vulnerable pussy. You begin to moan. Soft moans are punctuated with short, sharp gasps as a slap interrupts the caress.
Caress... Spank.
Moan... Gasp.
Louder moans as tension builds, the muscles of your stomach and vagina slowly tighten. I sense your impending climax and move to your ass, not letting you cum. You willingly rotate your hips. The finger in your ass no longer required, I slowly sodomize you with it. Your pussy completely accessible now, I continue the pussy stoking/spanking. This time, mercifully, I don't stop...

It's a hot summer day, sun shining and a cooling breeze blows. I am washing you in cool water. You relish firm, strong massage on your soapy body. A full body massage. Totally relaxed, trusting, you allow me to move you. My massage is expert. I move your bones, testing the limits of your freedom of movement, not exceeding comfort, just pleasant extension. I pull on your arms and legs. Cradle your head, pulling gently, rocking it back and forth. Stretching, then rubbing one muscle group, then it's complement. It feels wonderful. Special attention to the parts made tender. Gentle, healing, loving touch. Thumbs press into the soles of your feet. Face massage: Lips. Temples. Forehead. Eyes lightly circled. Sun warmed water poured over you, rinsing. I admire your clean, supple body. Supporting your head, I lean over you, hand resting easily on your throat, and press my lips to yours. Our first kiss. And another. Moving around. Nibbling, kissing, licking, tasting, I move down your body. I nibble on your breasts, then continue downward. Somehow, you find the strength to open your legs. Knees rise as I find your pussy. Such a wet kiss, gentle and loving, it's hard to believe I'm capable of spanking you there. Sun beats down, heat builds, you begin a slow grind, sweating. When you're ready, I mount you. You are wet and your swollen pussy offers no resistance as I take you. Deeper. Soon I have filled you, and I push just a bit more. You are stretched, my cock testing the depth of your pussy. I finish mounting you: I place your arms above your head, and firmly pin them there. Pushing your breasts together, I lay on your chest, my weight supported by your fine tits, crushing them. My other arm slides under you, to your ass, and I insert a finger to control your hips with. You feel how it is to let a man have you completely. Masculine strength controlling you, you're impaled on cock. My withdrawal is rapid, two-thirds of the way out, then a slow, teasing entry, repeating the filling, then the final shove, testing your depth. Again and again I repeat the fucking. Each thrust fills you completely. Impaling you. Stretching you. As passion builds I withdraw less and less, staying deep inside, moving less but pounding harder, until I withdraw not at all. I just thrust, rocking your hips no matter what you do. Every push stretches your pussy. You gasp as I pull completely out, then plunge home, pounding your cunt. Again and again I roughly pound-fuck you. I return to the deep fucking style. Alternating my technique, stretching, then pounding. You open your legs, the only movement available to you, and beg me to stop. I pound you harder as waves of orgasm roll over you. Lovely tits. Pounding. Desperate kisses. Stretching. Powerful. You shudder as I spill into you. No one hears our screams...

"My Love, I'm hungry. Would you stoke the cook-fire before you come back?" You return to the campsite and eye the fire. It's almost out. You throw on a few sticks, then go over to the cooler. You lift it, take it out into the woods, and mischievously hide our food. Then you silently walk over to the post and fasten the collar to your neck. You kneel, arms back, leaning slightly forward, waiting...



Hope that no matter where Y/you find yourself today,Y/you revel in the delights that come Y/your way.Blessed be,Brad

How are Y/you doing???? Happy Fricking Friday!@!!!!!!!! For some reason this week just flew by and I was hanging on for the ride.Dont get me wrong.....I LOVE the weekends but lately I just havent had the time to spend here that I would like to.Speaking about time flying,guess what???...the youngest Domling turns 16 next week! Seems just like yesterday the doctor was handing Me Him just out of his moms belly.Its been 16 years of highs and lows but know what???...I woulkdnt have missed it for the world.He is turning inyto quite a fine young man if I do say so Myself and His confidence is growing day by the day.He is taking ahold of His world and making it His,which is great to see,You either make things happen or submissively stand back and react to things that happen to Y/you,if that makes sense.Well except for Mother nature,the mischevious lil minx has a way to being brattty.I know W/we need the april showers to bring the May flowers but Damn!!!!...those showers coming in this dark morning where just a touch away from being snowflakes.Suppossed to be like this all weekend but hey....its still a weekendand I/ll take it,chuckles.Because of Mother Natures cold pee coming down,I decided to spend most of the day here in the main office hacking away at this breeding paperwork instead taking a nice long road trip around the jobsites today and shooting the shit with the men.I dont know about Y/you,but isnt it hard to start at paperwork when Y/your heart isnt in it?Maybe its better to let this twisted mind do some playfull thinking and writing instead......

As she lay sleeping, in one powerful moment he wraps his hand across her mouth like duct tape and plunges his cock deep into her. As his weight presses into her, she is startled awake. He can tell she is confused, surprised, and wet. He wraps his hand with her hair as if he was riding a bull and he leans in and whispers:

"Good morning my love."

He had awakened her in this manner many times before, however, today it would be different. He will challenge her submission and devotion.

"There will be no need for clothes or words for you today. You will serve me to whatever end I desire. I can read your body and your eyes. Your submission will be your gag and your devotion will be your clothes. You will do nothing without my permission."

He feels her tighten around his cock as he delivers his plan for the day.

"You have only this one chance to refuse my request. After that you will be my property until the morning comes. You have one of two words to choose. 'Yes,' which will be your last for 24 hours, or 'No,' to start your day."

As he's fucked her, he has repositioned her on her hands and knees. . He knows her responses and body as well as she does and can tell that she is close to coming. With his cock hard and deep into her, he asks,

"What is your answer?"

He pulls her upright by the hair and releases his hand from her mouth as she begins to come.

"Yyeesssss" explodes from her with spit and snot and tears as if cum from his cock.

He replaces his hand over her mouth and slows his thrusting. He can feel her contracting as the orgasm fades within her.

"Very good. My girl."

He pushes her flat to the bed with his body and turns her head to the right. She has that sub smile. The one you can't slap off. That smirk of being owned and used and safe and protected.

"It is cold and rainy. What better way to spend a Saturday than naked in silence, serving your dominant?"

"Rule 1. The following rules stand for twenty four hours unless otherwise instructed."

"Rule 2. No words. If I need to ask you a question, you will be able to answer it with a nod of your head."

"Rule 3. You will do nothing without me telling you to do it."

"Rule 4. You will stay near me at all times."

"Rule 5. Where I walk, you will crawl."

"Rule 6. If I shut a door between us, you will lay at the threshold and wait for my return."

"Rule 7. When I am seated, you will kneel at my feet."

"Rule 8. I will control your use of the bathroom."

"Rule 9. No outside contact. If anyone calls for you, I will take a message. You can return their calls tomorrow."

"Rule 10. I can hand you out to anyone I choose."

He feels her tense up with this last statement. Nevertheless, her smile broadens with his words. Now his thrusting quickens as he comes in her. He rarely gives his cum in this manner. She usually wears it or tastes it.

"I want you to keep my cum in you. I will check later to see that you held it. Now go to the bathroom. You have ten minutes to be alone. I suggest you brush your teeth and use the toilet."

She gets out of the bed and begins to walk to the bathroom.

"All fours please. You may stand while in the bathroom. I want your ass in the air, and remember, keep my cum."

She quickly drops to her hands and knees and crawls like the animal he loves. There is nothing more hypnotic than a woman's ass when she is on all fours. As she crosses the threshold of the bathroom she stands, switches on the light, and reaches to close the door.

"Leave the door open. You have ten minutes."

She steps out of view, and he hears the toilet seat go down.

"I am listening," he yells to her, and he hears her stomp her feet. "Does stomping your feet help you pee or keep my cum?"

He hears the tinkling sound of her peeing and soon the flush of the toilet. She appears in the mirror on the bathroom. She brushes out her hair and puts it in a ponytail. If she only knew, how much he loves her. Can she ever know?

"You have five minutes left."

She washes her face and begins to brush her teeth. He gets up from his bed and walks to the bathroom as she finishes up. He stands behind her and looks at her in the mirror as he presses his body into hers. Embracing her, he pulls her in tight against his skin and pulls her head back, kisses her, and slides his tongue against hers. As he pulls back from their kiss, he slides a finger into her pussy and one into her mouth.

"I love your holes. Looking at them, fucking them, probing them, slapping them, and coming in them. Step back please."

She steps back and be grabs her by the hair, in close and tight to the scalp and lowers her face to the sink. As he grasps her hair, he holds her down with his forearm across her back and parts her legs with his feet and begins spanking her ass.

"Remember, hold my cum. I will be checking shortly"

He starts slowly and softly, switching cheeks, and then building harder and harder. Right in the sweet spot neither thigh nor ass. Her ass begins to turn red.

"Now lets check to see if my cum is still in you."

With his free hand, he slides two fingers into her. She is wet.

"Ah, yes."

He removes his fingers from her and pulls her into a standing position.

"Legs together and turn to me."

She complies and faces him. He pulls her head back by the hair, which opens her neck to him. Leaning in he begins kissing, biting, and sucking on her neck. He takes his cum soaked fingers, probes her mouth deeply, and tells her to suck them clean. She sucks his fingers as if they were his cock and it feels almost as good. With this simple sucking, he feels his cock harden.

"Please, kneel with your back against the wall, adjacent to the toilet."

She complies and he stands just inches from her face and pisses into the toilet. He can see she is watching his cock. Knowing she will take his cock anytime and anywhere, he feels empowered. He reaches down and strokes her hair and face.

"Look up. Fuck, you're beautiful. I love you. You are my favorite toy, my greatest pleasure, and my most cherished friend. I can't imagine my life without you."

She smiles and presses her cheek into his palm. He takes her hand, helps her to her feet, pulls her in tight to him, reaches down, and squeezes her ass.

"It is time for my shower. Please turn the water on."

She readies his shower as he brushes his teeth.

"We can make this quick. While I wash my upper body, you can wash my lower half and pay attention to my cock and balls. There is a good chance you will be spending some time with them today."

She smiles.

He steps into the shower. "Come on in." She steps in. "Get on your knees and open your mouth." She complies. He puts his cock in her mouth. "I don't want to come. I just want it in your mouth as I shower."

He leans his head back into the water stream and soaps up his hair. He fells her struggle to keep his cock in her mouth. He hands her the bottle of soap and washrag.

"Here. Wash my balls and ass with my cock in your mouth."

She takes the soap and washcloth from him and leans forward on her knees. She squeezes soap on the washcloth, reaches around, and washes his ass. Then she washes his balls.

"Gentle"

He catches her slowly stroking his cock with her mouth and tells her not to even try. She obediently stops.

"Now wash my legs and feet and don't tickle me."

She puts more soap on the washrag and lathers up his legs. She has always told him how much she loves his legs.

He removes his cock from her mouth. "Now wash my cock." He puts the soap in the palm of her hand and she glides it across his hard cock.

"Sweetheart. Clean it. Don't jack it."

With the shower nozzle, he rinses all the soap from his hair and body, and places his cock back into her mouth.

He steps back, and she follows with his cock in her mouth and with the shower stream landing on her shoulders, he reaches down, removes the scruchy from her hair, and squirts shampoo onto her head and he begins to wash her hair. He piles her hair on top of her head, making sure it is well soaped.

"Keep my cock in your mouth, close your eyes and lean your head back a bit."

He begins rinsing her hair, slowly pushing the pile off her head and down her back, straightening it out with the shower stream.

"Put out your hand."

He squirts soap into her hand.

"Wash your pussy very well. I may want to go down on you later, and you never know, maybe someone will stop by. And don't masturbate! Just wash."

She takes her soapy hand and washes her pussy. As she does this he squirts soap all over her shoulders, tits, and down her back and he tells her to wash the rest of her body and to keep his cock in her mouth

He pulls his cock from her and tells her to stand. She complies, and he proceeds with rinsing her body. "Turn to your right please." When he is done, and she is facing him, he steps in, kissing her as he adjusts the shower nozzle to slow, pulsing massage, and directs it at her pussy.

"I hate the taste of soap."

She jumps as the water hits her.

He tells her to turn, get on all fours, and face away from him. As she complies, he positions himself to the other end of the shower and sits cross-legged on the shower floor, where he can scrutinize her ass and pussy peeking between her legs. He adjusts the shower spray to a fine mist, sprays her back, and slowly directs it to her ass and pussy. The spray is light, gentle, and warm. He moves the spray up and down, along her ass and pussy.

"I know you have masturbated with this thing before. I want your ass higher."

With her ass high in the air, he adjusts the spray to a slow pulse and covers two of the three streams, giving him more control over his aim. He directs the stream at her asshole. The stream strikes cause her asshole to contract with the rhythm of the pulses. He slowly lowers the stream to her pussy lips. Then slowly, very slowly to her clit.

As the pulses of water strike her clit, her lips contract inward. He moves the stream up and down her lips, stopping for a moment at her clit. He asks if she would like to cum and reminds her not to use words. She quickly nods yes.

"Only when I give you permission."

He slowly increases the pulse of the stream while keeping the movement along her lips steady. With the pulse at its max, he knows she can easily come if he desires it.

"Are you ready to come?"

She nods yes.

"Do you want to come?"

She nods yes.

"I want you to come for me. Now!"

As he grants her permission, he quickly turns off the hot water off and the stream is instantly cold. He can tell by her reaction that the cold water has washed away her orgasm.

Suddenly from her mouth "Fuck"

"What!" he exclaims, and turns the shower back to spray and starts spraying her with the cold water. "What did you say?"

He can tell by her body language that she realizes she has made a mistake. He turns off the water, gets out of the shower, and begins drying himself. He orders her to stand against the wall.

"And put your nose and tits against it."

She complies. Nevertheless, he pushes her against the wall, positions his body against hers, and grabs her by the hair. She is pinned between him and the cold tile.

"You agreed. All I asked was your silence and submission. What should I do with you?"

He steps back and takes a towel, twists it into a whip, and cracks it just inches from her ass. She jumps with the sound of the crack.

"You get a choice. One hard crack or ten medium cracks? Nod yes for one, no for ten."

She nods yes.

He again twists the towel and wets the tip on the shower floor. He measures his stroke once and then unleashes the crack on her ass. Striking her on the left cheek, she jumps and he can hear her muffled cry. The strike instantly starts to welt up.

He picks up a towel.

He sees her take a deep breath and her shoulders shutter as she struggles not to cry. He puts his hands on her shoulders, turns her to face him, and tells her that it is all right to cry. With that, she begins to cry, he wraps her in a towel and holding her tight. He can feel her body convulse within his embrace. She buries her face into his chest.

"Sweetheart. Why are you crying so hard?"

With tears streaming down her face, she looks up at him, and he wipes away her tears and kisses her forehead.

"Was it the strike?"

She shakes her head no, as she looks down.

"Is it that you failed by talking?"

She looks up, nods yes, and sucks a breath as she continues to cry. With his hand, he soothes the welt on her ass and tells her that the welt will serve as a reminder for the rest of the day. He wraps a towel around her hair and tells her to dry him off. She quickly gets on her knees to dry him. She starts with his feet, moving up to his ankles and legs, and then proceeds to his cock, balls, and ass. He sits on the toilet so that she can dry his upper body and his hair.

"Thank you. Now dry yourself, brush out your hair, and dry it."

As she dries off, he returns to the bed, lies down, and tells her when she is done to return to the bed and to remember to crawl. She finishes her hair and puts it in a ponytail. As she exits the bathroom, she drops to all fours and crawls to him. He tells her to climb into bed and lie next to him. He pulls her close and places her head on his shoulder. She is still sniffling a bit.

"Are you ok?"

She nods yes.

He rolls her onto her side facing away from him, puts his arms around her, and pulls her in close as he spoons her. She coyly pushes her ass back into his cock, but he lets this infraction slide as they lay there quietly.

As she lies there dutifully, he slips into a bit of a sleep. Twenty minutes pass, and he wakes and kisses her cheek. She grinds back into his cock. He slides his hand onto the welt on her ass.

"Sweetheart. I let it slide the first time. Don't push your luck."

With that she stops.

"While you will be naked all day, I need to get dress."

He gets up from the bed.

"Now get your ass up and fetch my clothes. You can walk while fetching them. I want Levis, black cop belt, a black t-shirt, my Wesco loggers, and my watch. Oh and a pair of white socks."

She jumps up out of bed, walks to the closet, and retrieves the belt, boots, jeans, t-shirt, and socks. She returns and lays them out neatly on the bed. Then she retrieves the watch from the side table and hands it to him and he puts it on. She stands there handing him is clothes as needed. He catches her looking at him as pulls his clothes on when their eyes meet and she blushes. He tucks the shirt into the Levis, and he buttons them. She hands the black leather cop belt. He folds it over on itself and snaps it. She jumps to attention.

He tells her to kneel at his feet. She complies and looks up at him. He hands her his boots.

"Lace them up and tie them tight."

As she laces the boots, he reaches down and strokes her hair. He realizes how wonderful it is to have this smart beautiful woman naked at his feet. She is very exact in her lacing of the boots. They are both boot sluts.

He looks down at his boots.

"I think they need a shining."

She moves as if to stand.

"No, use your pussy."

He takes his right boot, spreads her knees apart, and works the toe of the boot between her thighs. She begins to grind her pussy against his boot, pulling the boot in tight and places her face against his knee. He pulls the boot from her grasp and pushes his left boot between her thighs and she begins to grind again. When she is done, he pulls the boot from her and tells her stand. He wraps he his boots around her thighs and pulls her close.

"Give me a hug."

She puts her arms around his neck and gives him a kiss. He reaches down and pats her ass. She jumps. He found the welt.

He reaches into the nightstand drawer and pulls out her collar. As he places it around her neck, he says:

"You're my princess and my slut."

She smiles, and he gives her a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I am hungry."

He gets up, and she falls to her hands and knees, following him. As he begins to ascend the spiral staircase to the main floor, she begins her climb up the stairs on all fours.

"You can walk up the stairs. That diamond plate will kill your knees."

She gets up and walks behind him. They reach the top of the stairs, and she drops again to all fours and follows him into the living room.

A phone rings.

"It must be your cell."

He picks up her cell and looks at the display.

"It is Laura, should I answer it?"

She shakes her head no; he opens the phone and answers it.

"Hi Laura . . . no she's not . . . I am not sure. She said she had some errands to run this morning . . . I will be here all day . . . No she has no idea . . . I will tell her you called . . .Take care."

He shuts the phone.

"It was Laura. She says she had to pick up some shoes she needs for this evening. I told her I would be here all day. Said she would stop by later."

She looks up at him with a concerned face.

"When she gets here you will sit quietly on the couch. Naked. I will explain things to her."

Her look goes from concerned to alarmed.

"I think she is much more hip then you give her credit."

I am still hungry. Let's feed me."



Well,that felt good,time to do some of what I am toldI am good at,chuckles.Whether its raining or not in Y/your part of this spinning ball of dirt W/we call home,get out there and suck every bit of sweetnress it holds for Y/you today. Blessed be,Brad

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