The Interview Pt 2

Marcus leaned back in the chair and smiled faintly.  “Let me tell you about my first time…..”

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I was 18.  I had enjoyed a roll in the hay every now and then but nothing that had really, really made me feel…..great.  I had begun to think at 18 that sex was overrated.  WAY overrated.  Other guys talked about how great it was and I truly thought there was something wrong with me.

Then….I met Cat.

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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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Marcus Gets Creative……and Cruel Pt. 1

It had been a month or so since I had spent time with Marcus.  We had talked but nothing serious.  Just kept in touch.  I think we both felt a bit awkward.  But not today.  Today I wanted to see him in person, face to face.  To make sure we were ok.

I walked to his door and raised my hand to knock but just as I went to knock the door opened and a woman walked out, waving good bye to Marcus.  Marcus smiled, waving back then turned his gaze to me, surprise in his eyes.

“Hi……”

He smiled.  “Hello……”

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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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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.

Learning a Lesson (very short story)

He grabbed her hair, pulling her out the door to the back yard.  He had guests over for the big game and all the men stopped, turning to watch as he dragged his wife out of the house by her hair.  She cried, begging but he heard none of it.  He was done playing her games.  He dragged her to a tree and then secured her wrists tightly together then above her head.  The group was not intrigued.

Her arms were raised above her head as she twisted and turned in the restraints, begging him, pleading with him not to do this.  He pulled her top down, baring her large tits then grabbed her skirt and pulled it up, baring her ass.  He then grabbed her leg and pulled it up toward the trunk, then did the same on the other side, securing her legs to the trunk in front of her, the position keeping her ass and pussy thrust out from the tree.

He turned, looking at the others.  “She needs to be punished.  Fuck her.  Use her.  Degrade her.  Humiliate her.”

She struggled, begging him to stop, promising him that she would be good.  15 men moved in toward her helpless form.  She struggled, begging and her husband sat down to watch, knowing tonight her lesson would be one of pain and humiliation.  Tonight her pussy would be taken by multiple men, his friends.  Had he planned this?  No.  But it would work.

She had to learn.

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.”


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The New Adventures of Sam McGillis – Another First

Sam was, once again, truly unsure of how she had gotten here.  She had found herself walking to his place, she had seen her hand knocking on his door, had watched him open it and invite her in.  Her brain had protested but her body had once again betrayed.  She was going to have to have a talk with her body about getting coming back time and again for new torments.

Her mind snapped back to her position as Paul’s hand gripped her ass, massaging her ass cheeks.  Paul had her bent over the small table behind his couch.  Her hands were in restraints that locked her wrists to her upper thighs.  She had rubber bands once again on her nipples and she was wearing heels and nothing else.  As soon as she had come through the door it was as if her clothes vanished under the intensity of his stare.

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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 – A Week Later


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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”