Money Will Buy Everything Pt 1

They find money can get everything a person desires.

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He sat on the couch, smoking a large thick Cuban cigar.  The girl stood in front of him, naked and trembling.

“Why am I here?”

The man smiled.  “Because I deemed it to be so.”

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Tonight Pt 1

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.

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God of Lightning

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.

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Playtime

She lay on a small wooden structure, her arms strapped down tightly just below her sides.  There were straps across her spread thighs, her legs bent at the knees and strapped at the ankles at the base of the structure.  There was another strap across her waist, and another above and below her breasts.  Her head hung off the end, currently keeping her head upside down, her face partially red from the angle.

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Behind Closed Doors

She was laying on the bed, legs bound to the corners of the bed.  Her arms were up and bound to the headboard and her mouth had a gag in it that kept her mouth open, allowing sounds but no words.  She squirmed, her bare pussy clenching in anticipation.

He walked in, looking down at his wife, his prize.  Damn, he was lucky to have her, to have a woman that loved this, loved being bound, loved being tormented, loved being teased.  He walked over and put a rope around her leg above her knee and pulled her leg spread to the side a bit more, exposing her wet pussy even more, knowing he was doing the right thing as her toes were curling slightly, a soft moan coming from her parted lips.

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Fantasy to Fetish

She walked up to the unassuming brick building with a single red door, a bright light over the door.  She looked at the card in her hand then looked at the gold numbers on the door.  311.  She took a breath, having never done anything like this.  She wasn’t even sure why she was here but…..well she was.  Her stomach fluttered with nerves.  This was a fantasy she had and she had been directed here.

She reached up and knocked on the door.  The door opened by an older woman who was dressed in a simply dress and a large smile.  “Hello there, deary, come right on in.”  The older woman stepped out of the way, letting her in to the clean, nice space.  It was very loft like, with exposed bricks, pipes overhead, large windows that let in natural light but did not let anyone see in or out.

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$2.00

He used me like a $2.00 whore.  I am not exaggerating.  It was amazing.  It was terrifying.   Let me explain what happened.

I am single.  It has been a while since I have enjoyed any kind of fun sex.  Regular sex, yeah?  That is easy for find but hardcore, scary as hell, hair pulling sex…..mmmm much harder to find a safe way to do that.  But I have this friend…..perhaps more than a friend but I will call him my friend and he gives off a very…..animalistic appeal.  You look at him and you KNOW without a doubt he is GREAT in bed.  i will call him…..Fang, cause he was kinda like the big bad wolf.

Well we had been talking and I think I had enjoyed one too many drinks because we got onto the subject of non-vanilla sex.  I told him I missed it, I hinted at what I had done in the past (perhaps more than hinted), and he listened.  He told me that if I was interested he could fulfill that need.  I laughed it off a bit but saw the serious look on his face and felt my stomach, and my pussy, quiver in fear.

We talked about longer, giving limits, putting forth rules for both of us then decided on a date, a time, a place.  I agreed.  That is how it started.

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The New Stock

It had been a week and I had felt the strong hand of my Sir multiple times.  He had spanked me one evening simply for the fun of it.  My ass had been red the rest of the evening.  It had been hard to sit and he had continued with random spankings throughout the night.  I had gone to bed crying as he rammed me from behind, gripping and clawing at my ass.

Now he told me he had a new toy.  So he took me to our back patio and showed me a large piece of wood, metal in various places, hinged in the middle with a bar, like a one piece stocks.  I looked it over and he smiled.  “Want to see how it works?” I nodded.  “Undress…..”

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Work Day – Afternoon


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When J woke up it took her a moment to remember where she was.  Then it hit her and she moved to sit up but she couldn’t.  Her arms were folded behind her head with her right arm pulled toward the left side of the bed, and her left arm toward the right side of the bed bound down with ropes.  This propped her head up at an angle to allow her to look down her body.  She squirmed, then felt a tight pull on her tits.  She saw her tits were bound as well.  There were bound tightly, surrounded by rope, the nipples hard on top of each discolored mound.  Her legs were bound but loosely so she thought she would be able to turn over to ease the pull on her shoulders.  But as she tried to lift her head more she felt a pull on her hair and realized he had bound her hair to the headboard so she could barely lift her head. Continue reading “Work Day – Afternoon”

The New Adventures of Sam McGillis – The Beginning

Samantha McGillis was an average 30 something girl with an itch she couldn’t scratch.  She had enjoyed sexual partners and had enjoyed great sex but something was still missing.  So now she stood at the door of a bar, looking at the worn wood, knowing that once she stepped through that door something may happen to change her life forever.  Then again, she could step through that door, meet no one and come home in a few hours to masturbate to thoughts of a strong man in her life, taking charge. Continue reading “The New Adventures of Sam McGillis – The Beginning”