J soon found herself very very helpless. She was in the middle of the room, her arms bound securely to a bar that ran along the back of her shoulders, her arms out straight from her in a T position. Her legs were pulled up and out to each side, the ropes under her legs, pulling them spread out to each side, exposing her pussy and ass. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail away from her face and was secured to the bar with a rope so her head could not drop forward. He wanted her every micro-expression to be seen by those that would be entering.
In the circles that he ran in, this was the party of the year. The party that everyone waited for and hoped to be invited for. If you were invited, you were someone.
After the car was valeted and the invitation checked at the door, J walked through the door of the house, seeing women on either side of the door like pillars, arms secured above their heads, small latex tops and bottoms on them, large red ball gags between red painted lips, their eyes covered by blindfolds. There were straps around their necks, around their waists and around their ankles, even though they were not going far in the pointer boots that were on their feet.
The place is a club of sorts. Underground, quiet. There are no markings on the unremarkable mill building. As one looks closer they see a heavier door with a reinforced lock on it. It is meant to keep people out…..but those that enter wonder if it is also meant to keep people in. It is named Trapped after all.
Was I on Santa’s lap? Technically yes.
Was I making a wish? Maybe?
Did he know what I wanted? Yes.
Did he know what I needed? Yes.
I cried out as his gloved hand slapped down onto my upturned bare bottom.
The letter was unsealed. Just folded neatly and left on the table. She was surprised at first to discover that the folded paper was indeed a letter.
When she opened it, she recognized the handwriting of Marcus, immediately. She couldn’t remember when she spoke to him the last time or if he ever wrote a letter to her.
Marcus was the kind of person, who could just claim what he wanted, a letter was so not his style.
I know that you are gone for a long time – probably long enough as to even expect a letter like this. I know letters are dramatic and this is not intended to change your mind.
If there is one thing letters can do is hold our passions afresh – even after years. I hope these papers, are not betraying them either, for you know, you are the only one person who have felt my passion like no one else, time again and let that shatter the inner walls you preserved. It seems it was only yesterday when you walked in here, with fear and unknown in your eyes and shed your clothes for the whipping post.
Clearly, that was not enough – but every time we came closer, we redefined our boundaries – well, clearly you did surpass my expectations. You went through a lot and probably that made you soul search for a bit, which was only natural, but I didn’t see it coming. I admit that.
There has been a really long time that I touched your skin – your softness, numbness and curves – but believe me when I say that I remember all of it. How you responded to my touch, how you shivered from it, how you wanted more from it. Having you in my dungeon was one of the best things to do.
Here we are, after years from when we started, more clueless than ever, but if anything, I know in my heart, that like polestar, I missed your presence. If you were trembling now, I would quiet you with a hug. If you are shivering, I am leaving you a gift I preserved so long. Know in your heart that I still consider you special.
Whether we have taken two roads that will only go further, or you can see them meet at some point is something I would let you decide yourself.
There was something else next to the letter. A Christmas gift – to be used or not, that was a question that waved her mind.
James heard her showering and walked into the bedroom, tossing his things onto the bed before glancing at the bathroom door. He smiled a bit, picturing his wife in the shower, water sliding down her body. He felt his cock stirring at just the thought of her. And now, he had a few days off for Thanksgiving, Kelly had a few days off from her job as well. Oooh they were going to have fun.
Her husband was a football player. He was 6’7, built like a wall and sexy as hell. She was smaller, 5’1 but she held her own with him. She was a firecracker, with an attitude that made up for her height. For this story we shall call them Melody and Garn.
This night they had been playing around, teasing each other, taunting each other in playful ways. Through teasing and pushing and shoving they ended up very naked and on the bed, making love. His huge body was over her smaller one, pounding at her pussy in ways that made her scream and writhe in pleasure. She clawed at his arms which only made him thrust harder into her, his hands gripping at her waist to keep her in place.
Once Mel had orgasmed multiple times and he braced himself over her, watching her, feeling her body clamping on his. He rocked his hips slowly, hearing her gasp softly. He grinned down at her.
“Can’t handle much more huh?”
She looked up at him, her eyes defiant. “I can handle anything you throw at me.”
He grinned. “Is that right?”
She nodded. “Yes……”
He nodded. “Let’s put that to the test.”
He slid his cock out of her pussy and flipped her over onto her stomach. She grunted then he grabbed his belt and secured her arms behind her firmly then he pushed her arms up a bit and began spanking her bottom until she was writhing and bucking, crying out with each hard slap of his hand against her now bright red bottom. And yet he didn’t stop. He kept going until his hand ached.
She lay there, breathing hard, unshed tears in her eyes, her ass on fire then he grabbed her hips, lifting her hips up off the bed then reached over, spreading her ass cheeks and began pushing his cock into her ass. She cried out, groaning loudly as he continued to force his shaft deeper into her. Her body trembled in front of him as he pushed deeper into her.
Then he reached forward, grabbing her hair, pulling her up off the bed, using her hair like reigns, one hand on her hair, one hand on her lower back and he began sliding in and out of her red ass, causing her to moan louder still. She writhed before him, panting now then her body jerked and she came, her ass clamping tightly on his cock.
He smiled then continued pounding her ass, dumping his seed into her ass, filling her enough that some of his cum was forced back out. He then slid out of her ass, still holding her hair then began spanking her ass again until she was crying out, squirming.
He then pulled her up by her hair onto her knees then began fingering her pussy as his other hand moved from her hand to pinch and twist at her nipples. She writhed against him, crying out, her body trembling as his fingers thrust into her wet pussy over and over again until she screamed out, cumming again. He didn’t stop though. He kept his fingers thrusting into her, pushing her over the edge of no return, pushing her to orgasm after orgasm until she was putty against him.
He finally had mercy, turning her onto her side, watching her body shudder. He lifted her leg up and slid back into her pussy, pounding her without mercy. She moaned, her body covered in sweat then jerked, cumming again, screaming out for mercy. He smiled.
“Do you give?”
She opened her eyes slowly and looked up at him. “Screw you…..” she said weakly.
He grinned. “With pleasure.” He thrust into her again, listening to her screams of mercy soon echo off the walls. And yet no mercy was to be had. No. He wanted her to learn just how far he could push her. And in that, to show her just how much she could take.
Yes, tonight there would be no mercy.
Men and women alike are taking into and trained at Grey House. If you wish your fantasy to come true, to experience said fantasy, then your gender, your identity, your color do not matter. Most of the fantasies, people can’t tell any of those things anyway.
For this article we are going to be following a male we shall call Robert. Robert is a male in his mid 30s, dark brown hair, green eyes. In his vanilla life he is a single banker, enjoying money, women and a comfortable life. But as stated on his application he has “been searching for something more than just sex. I want someone to make me do things I never would. I want to not be the dominant one.”
Now please, everyone stay together. We don’t want anyone getting lost here. That could cost you far more than you wish to pay.
This is called Grey House. A sprawling estate in the state of New York. 69 acres of stunning green fields, acres and acres of deciduous trees, waterfalls, caves. Near the back of the 69 acres, led up to by a long winding road behind a large stone wall and iron gates, sat an estate of granite, looking more like Pemberley from Pride and Prejudice than a medieval, boding castle from Dracula. While there is an old world field to the grounds the security is up to date with the only visibly part being the camera on the gates to make sure those who wish to enter are supposed to be there.
When the gates open the drive wound up to the beautiful sprawling estate that is spread across the land with various smaller houses around it, a couple of stables, a large garage and a couple of storage buildings. It is lovingly referred to as Grey House.
People stay here but not really as guests. Well, they are guests but they are guests that serve. They serve in some form or function. Those that come here fill out applications months in advance of their hoped for visit. They fill out waivers, releases, and a very very intimate questionnaire that would make most people blush.
The focus of Grey House is to make people’s fantasies or nightmares come true. The shortest stay is 1 week going up to the longest stay of 1 year. Here people became slaves: sissy slaves, pig slaves, sex slaves, latex slaves, pets. Here, people lived out fantasies in safety and peace.
And while there are many hands that keep the place running like a well oiled machine there is one main person that is the head. She is the queen of the grounds, she is the mistress that walks into the room who can make even the toughest shudder and harden at the same time.
She is simply known as Mistress A. Some believe the A stands for her name, others feel it is for Alpha, the beginning. Others feel it is for annihilation but they are a bit dramatic. Nothing happens without her knowledge in Grey House. And soon, soon a new batch of “guests” will be arriving.
So please….settle in and wait for a moment, for soon, you will see the processing of the new pets and then, through them, you will get a tour of this home. And don’t cause any problems or wander too far from the group, for if you do, your stay may be far longer than you anticipate.
He was having a party and she was the centerpiece. She was humiliated and wet and the party hadn’t even started. She was currently kneeling on the coffee table, her hands bound out to each corner of the table, breasts hanging below her. Her knees were on the table, bound down and out so that her legs were spread. Then her ankles had been bound down to the legs of the table, keeping them in place. He had a belt around her neck and had her hair pulled up in a messy ponytail.