Mel had been visiting a guy on and off to get her fix for bondage taken care of. He used her body to help him create new bondage items. He loved working with steel and impossible to get out of bondage positions. Ones that made her body scream in pain, scream in discomfort and sometimes just made her scream. He loved pushing her to those places and she was now addicted.
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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.
A Lesson to Learn
She wakes up, helpless, realizing she can’t move her hands. They have been secured over her head to the headboard. She then feels something on her ankles. She moves them but they are bound as well, spread wide, not allowing her to protect or hide anything anymore.
Her mouth is filled with a gag, an o ring gag. She was in trouble. He used the O ring when he wanted to hear her screams but didn’t want to hear her pleas. Yeah, she was in trouble. He walked in, looking down at her bound form. “Nice of you to finally awaken, pet.” She shivered.
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…..”
Predicament 1 – Doggy Door
I headed out to get the mail from out front. I glanced around, once past the covered front porch and saw Mr Johnson watering his lawn. He smiled, waving at me and I waved back. Then I saw Sean, my other neighbor, mowing his lawn and I waved at him, seeing him wave back. The mailman, Mr. Gorgon, waved at me from down the street as he filled the next mailbox. I waved back then moved out to the mailbox, opening it and pulling out a couple of magazines, a lot of junk mail and a bill.
I turned, walking back to the house and turned the door handle to find it was locked. I frowned. I tried the door again and it was still locked. I could not believe this was happening. I glanced over at Mrs. Bradshaw’s house and her car was gone meaning I had no access to my spare key. I glanced around, looking at the windows. None of the windows had been opened yet so that would not be a way in.
An Evening of Entertainment
Sir and I had taken a break. Or I had and he had agreed. I had needed to find out who I was beyond a slave. When I had been ready Sir and I had sat down to have a chat. We talked for a while, trying to figure out how we were going to make this work,how we were going to move forward.
I was walking through the living room when he said one thing. “Strip…..”
The look in his eyes told me that today was not a day to argue. And was this worth my safe word? No.
So I stripped, easing my shorts off then my shirt, folding them and putting them neatly on a chair. I then slid my panties down my legs then eased my bra off before putting them both on the chair as well. He then turned to face him. He motioned me to sit in a chair that was near the tv so that I would obviously be more entertainment as well. I looked at the chair with the hole in the seat. And from within that hole was the head of a vibrator. I moved to the chair, straddling it then sat down slowly, feeling the vibrator pressed firmly against my clit.
“Legs…..” was all he said from the chair where he sat, watching me. I leaned over, securing my ankles in cuffs that were on the back legs of the chair. Now my legs were folded back on either side of the chair, the bottoms of my feet aimed back. He then stood up, walking over to me, sliding his hand down my face. He the took my right arm, aiming it straight up in the air then folding it back behind my head and securing it behind my left shoulder. He then did the same thing to my left arm so that my arms were crossed behind my head.
“We have spoken enough……” He secured an o-ring gag between my lips. “Now I just wish to hear your sounds.” He slid his fingers down my face then gripped at my breasts, pulling and slapping at them, pinching my nipples until I screamed out. “Tongue out…” I stuck my tongue out and he put a chopstick on top and a chopstick on the underside of my tongue and secured them on either end with rubber bands. This keep my tongue out of my mouth, causing me to groan, my tongue wiggling as I squirmed.
“And now…..for some enjoyment.” He knelt down in front of the chair then turned on the vibrator, drawing a long groan from me. I squirmed as much as I could as the vibrator began it’s torment. He moved back, sitting down to watch. His eyes would move between the tv and my form. And as the torment got worse, as my sounds got louder, his eyes were more on me.
I drew power from it. I felt his eyes on me and even in my torment I was loving that I could keep his attention. He stood up and walked over, pulling his cock out and began to jerk off. I watched his cock eagerly and I knew he saw my eyes. I knew he saw my hunger. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to give me what I wanted. He wanted me to work for it.
He came on my, his seed spraying over my tits and stomach. He groaned, milking the last out then wiped his cock on my face. I groaned, wanting to taste him but he was not going to even give me that. I then screamed out, reaching my first orgasm. The first of many. That night I writhed, I tried to beg, to plead but he simply watched me writhe. I broke out in a sweat, I was soon crying. There was no clock visible from where I had been and I was sure that vibrator had been going for hours.
Sir showed me a clock slowly and grinned. 15 minutes. I groaned, breathing hard, sweating. I shuddered, sobbing. He then grinned. “Another 15 to go.” He reached under the chair and turned the vibrator on high. My head went straight back and my screams bounced off the walls of our home.
Make Up Session
Marcus glanced up when he saw j approaching the bench he sat on. She sat down by him, looking at him curiously. “You texted?”
He nodded. “I did. I feel I owe you an apology. For….losing it. That is never, ever appropriate and I am sorry.”
J smiled. “I forgave you after it happened.”
He nodded. “I know. But….still….I feel I need to do more.”
The New Adventures of Sam McGillis – A Week Later
Sam walked down the street, having to pause from time to time to look into windows. But as she stood there, it was not to really admire whatever was behind the glass. Toys had been ordered by Paul, sent to her and she had to put them in place before leaving work. She had put rubber bands around her nipples as he had told her in the note that had come with the toys. Her nipples were aching, hard and throbbing and each step was making her shirt rub on them and make them ache all the more. Continue reading “The New Adventures of Sam McGillis – A Week Later”
Work Day – Mid Morning
Marcus had been watching J get fucked by the machine, having cum on his hand. He walked over, leaning down and wiping his hand off with her hair then knelt behind her spread legs. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her ass, hearing her moan then he began pushing his way into her ass again. J cried out as she was double penetrated, the machine pounding away in a steady fashion at her pussy while Marcus began on her ass again. J cried as her body was used, pounded by man and machine. Marcus came hard in her ass then slid out, cum leaking out and down her ass cheek as the machine continued. Continue reading “Work Day – Mid Morning”
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”
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