The hands of my mistress are the supreme sources of spicy delight for me. They always bring some new sharp sensations, pain mixed with happiness, which takes me to heavens. Look how she puts a mask on my face, attaches steel clamps to my pussy lips and nipples, makes me bow down to her as her filthiest servant, and finally sticking a thick dildo in my mouth, making me work on her slit with that, doing the perfect job for a sub pleasing the mistress…

I love to feel power over you, my girl, when you are standing like that, fully naked and waiting for punishment Your body looks so sweet, it feels like a candy, and as a naughty girl, I want to pinch some pieces off. Look at the black dildo, my sweetie, while your pussy lips and boobs get swollen from the clips. I feel you melting with desire, so take it inside

I adore the feeling of control over a suspended body. A naked female body, juiced up for punishment and totally helpless. Marvelous Let me just make you shiver with a bit of sweet pain, I bet those tits and pussy lips will enjoy some. Not enough? Try some of this hot wax, my doll When I see your body twitching from my power, I am just so wet and sore down there…

Crawl here, my girl, today I’ll be your well-hung master My baton of superior power will be this strapon, and it’s already willing to explore you from the inside. Ride it, bitch, with steel clamps on your nipples, and show me how you enjoy it. If you please me, dirty girl, I’ll think about giving you a royal pleasurable reward…

A nun and a nurse, there can be no better combination for a get-together which involved nylon, rubber, and some tools which were neither medical nor clerical. Watch as these two uniformed hotties inflict pleasure and pain to each other’s naked bodies. Observe the mean-looking brush the nurse used on the nun

You certainly see this strapon rising from my crotch as a menacing weapon. And you surely know what is about to follow. But before your soaked slit gets drilled by me, the penetrating Mistress, I’ll warm you up with a thorough lashing all over your hot body.

Let us cross the boundaries of naughty playing and experiment with your physiology deeper. What if I suspend you head over heels, making the blood flow to your head, and then play with your pussy making it all red and swollen? I’ll tease the entrance with this thick rubber toy first and then shove it all the way inside.

While your hands are restrained by my web, I take full control over your rear part, slamming the opening with my thick hard tool. While I do this, you can admire her face showing pleasure mixing with suffering. Just for a change I switch holes and facefuck her till tears appear. But this is only the beginning.

It is so strikingly erotic when a girl lifts her hands all the way up. The muscles in her body work in such a way that her breasts acquire a perfectly natural and exciting shape, very tight and round. You can’t but get attracted to the budding nipples then and this is exactly what I did here, treating them to cold bites of hard steel.

It took me a long time to get back to the jeep and drive it
reasonably close to the new camp. I put the gear in the jeep then
came back and managed to observe Patricia secretly for a while
before I appeared, enough time to know that despite the
studiously calm demeanor she adopted for my benefit, she’d been
terrified.  I gave her food ( at this point I wasn’t so intrigued
by having her lick the stew off the plate, so I spoon fed her )
and water, then started carrying her out.  I left the cage and
platform there; some people out on survival training found it a
couple years later, and the Park Service dug up most of the
desert looking for the victims of satanic sacrifice.  It was
pretty rough carrying Patricia, though as she repeatedly told me,
it would have been a lot harder in high heels; I gagged her after
the third or fourth time repetition. I got her in the jeep
and drove to an isolated spot about one hundred yards from where
I’d paid my local confederates to leave her car, clothes, and
handbag, along with some food and water and a first aid kit.  I
sat her on the ground near a large rock into which two “O” rings
had been driven and chains hung from the rings. I poured some
antiseptic over her chest just above her breasts, then extracted
my piercing tools.  Her eyes widened at that and she started
shaking her head furiously, but she was bound and gagged quite
securely and I inserted the rings in spots between her collar
bones and her breasts without too much difficulty, then poured
the antiseptic over the piercings; it hurt a lot more now.  I
removed all her restraints except a pair of handcuffs, leaving
the gag in place. I took the keys to the handcuff and tossed them
on the ground a few yards away from her.  “Well, PV”, I said,
“it’s been great meeting you, not exactly what I’d planned but
better than I’d dared hope.  Now I have to free you while making
my own escape.  All you have to do is rip those rings out, take
the keys and free your wrists, then walk a hundred yards to your
car.  That won’t be easy, and I’m counting on the fact it will
take you awhile to work up the courage to do it to give me time
to get away.  I’d been planning to relocate for some time, so
you’ll have a devil of a time finding me for prosecution or
revenge”.  I turned to leave, “Oh, PV, you should know that in
your current condition it’s very unlikely anyone will find you
here before you die of thirst, so if you can’t pull free you’re
doomed”.  She stared at me for a moment, then made a game effort,
collapsing white-faced and crying.  “Yes, the rings are under
some muscles in your chest, very hard to tear.  The Sioux used to
shove sticks under them and hang until their body weight tore
them loose as part of their religious ceremonies.  I thought
about suspending you by the rings, but I liked this idea better
because it requires you to take an action that’s going to be
unbelievably painful, but you must do it if you want to live. I’m
sure you’re brave enough to do it; I’m also sure you won’t be
able to do it any time soon.  Goodbye, and good luck”, I said and
walked away.  I could hear her angrily grunting after me, but I
had decided it would more effective if I didn’t look back.  She
probably didn’t believe that I wasn’t coming back; that would
keep her from trying anytime soon.  It’d be some time tomorrow at
the earliest before she could reach a phone, and I’d be long
gone.

I never heard what happened.  I suppose she freed herself; by now
someone would have passed the spot, and the discovery of her
handcuffed skeleton chained to a rock would have made the news
even in the places I’ve resided since then.  I’m sure it would
have; all the other ones did.

END

You can’t be TOO cruel with sluts of this type The stupid girl thinks her slutty nature can lead her somewhere but my dungeon. And where are you now? Now you are lying on your back with your legs spread in the air, a position somewhat whore-like and medical at the same time. Both your fuck holes plugged with my toys, I ride your face which becomes a mere place to hold my favorite dildo. Keep serving, you slut

Don’t move, my sweetie, and don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you or at least too much. The mistress wanted to feel her victim as close as possible, so she ran her palms and knees and lips over her controlled body. The blonde sweetie was trembling with desire, and the fingers of the lady on her clit and her lips on the face only made that desire more unbearable…

CHAPTER IX
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He  came over and knelt on the carpet in front of me, parting  my
legs, and bending over, he began to lick and tongue my  sensitive
clit.    Gently,   he  stimulated  and  thrilled  me   with   his
knowledgeable tongue, rearousing my desire and bringing me  again
to the brink of climax.  With one swift, smooth motion, he lifted
himself onto me, and slid his cock deep inside me, stretching  me
and  filling me up.  Slowly, steadily, he began to slide  in  and
out  of me with that hard, pulsating cock, and my body  began  to
pump in rythm with him.  I wrapped my legs around his waist,  and
using  my hands to cling to his shoulders, I raised my  hips  off
the  floor in order to take every inch of him deep inside me.   I
looked  up, into his amused eyes, as he took my breath away  with
his skilled movements.  Faster and faster we began to move, as he
slid even deeper into me.  We were both sweating and panting,  as
he  increased  the rythm even more.  Suddenly,  he  grew  harder,
bigger  in  me.   With a sudden tensing of his  back  I  felt  an
explosion of hot, fiery liquid fill me.  As he kept pumping away,
I  began to cum.  Crying, my inner barriers totally destroyed,  I
screamed,  “I  love  you” to this stranger  who  was  holding  me
captive.   We  lay there on the floor for a few  moments  longer,
with  him  still inside me, and holding me,  while  my  breathing
calmed  and my body relaxed.  I looked up and whispered into  his
chest, “I love you”.  He looked down and sort of smiled.  “You’ll
be punished for speaking without permission,” he said.   Although
he spoke softly, he had a look on his face that told me he  meant
it.  I shuddered as I wondered what he could have in mind for  my
punishment.

After  a  short time, he crawled up and putting his  wet,  sticky
cock  into my mouth, told me to lick it clean.  I don’t like  the
taste  or the smell of cum, yet I did as he wished.  I no  longer
feared  that the captivity would last forever – I worried that  I
might  displease  him and he would set me free!   I  had  already
displeased him by speaking without permission.

Standing  up, he bent and helped me to my feet.  Leading me  over
to the cell, he pushed me against it and using handcuffs,  cuffed
my  hands to different bars, stretching me across the  cell.   He
went  to his wall of devices, and took down a sort of whip,  with
several  strands of leather which all braided into a handle.   He
brought  the whip over and gently, softly brushed it  against  my
face,  down  across  my breasts, around on my back,  down  to  my
bottom.  As the whip caressed me gently, he spoke to me,  telling
me  that  since this was my first  disobedience,  the  punishment
would  be  slight.   He told me to close my eyes  and  keep  them
closed  until he gave me permission to open them.  Frightened,  I
did  as he commanded.  I felt him withdraw from me, and  I  stood
there, with my arms extended, shivering from both fear and  cold.
He  told me to open my legs.  He said that no matter what, I  had
to  keep them open, and that if I closed them, I was  immediately
to  resume the position with them open.  I spread my legs  wider,
and felt the tension in my arms increase as they were pulled even
farther because of this shift in my position.  Without warning, I
felt the whip strike my lower back and bottom.  Several distinct,
separate  stings  indicated that many of the strands had  hit  in
different  areas at once.  I squirmed and cried out,  closing  my
legs and pressing against the cold bars of the cell as I tried to
overcome the pain.

His  hand pulling  my head  back  was  accompanied by his  voice,
harshly commanding me to resume my position.  Shuddering, I  once
again stood straight, with  my legs spread.  Another slash of the
whip, this time across my bottom  so that the tips of the strands
wrapped around  my body to  sting my  abdomen.  Again, I  writhed
against the bars and again was commanded to stand up.

Again and again  his whip struck  my body, sometimes  hitting new
flesh, sometimes hitting welts which were already  raising across
my body.  He whipped my upper back, and the strands  wound around
me to my breasts.  He seemed to  favor my inner  thighs and often
aimed it  between my legs.  Even  though I knew pain and felt the
harshness  of the whip, I  sensed that he  was not striking me as
hard as  he  might  have.  I felt  that he  was  not  using  full
strength,  and I was  thankful.  He  measured  out  the  strokes,
sometimes slowly,  with several long minutes between each stroke,
sometimes  two  or three  or more  one  right  after  the  other,
without giving me a chance to catch my breath.

I was  crying,  sobbing, with  pain and  humiliation,  as well as
with the knowlege  that I meant  nothing  to  him.  How  could he
whip me if he loved me as I had thought I  loved him?  And, since
I had told him  that I loved him, and since he had been so gentle
with me didn’t that mean he must love me, too?



No position can express your obedience and yearning for punishment better than being suspended head over heels, naked and with your legs spread. I love showing my feelings towards my mistress in that way, and she always begins the game with lashing my crotch, softly at first, but then the hits shift from the swollen lips to buttocks, I start twitching with sweet pain and pouring rivers of juice, and only a long dildo and some nipple punish can bring consolation…

CHAPTER VIII
————

Suddenly,  without warning, he is there, releasing my ankles  and
my  wrists from their bondage.  Unable to stand, I slump  against
him  and feel him ease me down to the soft, carpeted  floor.   He
removes  the belt from between my legs and around my  waist,  and
takes the vibrator out of me.  Smiling, he brushes the hair  back
from my face and asks if I’ve missed him.  I nod, unable to speak
as  he  caresses my face and runs his hands over my body.   I  am
trembling, and I realize that my body is responding to his  touch
in  a  most shameless way.  I want to beg him to fuck me,  but  I
can’t  speak.  Without consciously deciding to do so, I  part  my
legs  and  open myself up to his gaze and his touch.   He  gently
touches  my clit, which causes me to jump, I am so  sensitive  by
now.   Laughing softly, he inserts a finger into me,  asking  “Is
this what you want?”  Again, I nod, clenching my internal muscles
tightly  around  his finger, and rubbing against  his  hand.   He
begins to move his fingers in and out of me rythmically, building
my desire higher and higher, until I am gasping, writhing,  ready
to climax.  Just as I approach climax, he withdraws his hand.   I
whimper  in protest, and grab his hand, trying to place  it  back
within  me.  He just shakes me off and tells me to lie still.   I
have  given my promise that I will be obedient, so I  lie  still,
aching  and  throbbing and wanting to be  satisfied.   I  promise
myself  that at the earliest opportunity, I will satisfy  myself.
Who needs him?

He  must have read my mind, or perhaps he interpreted the  secret
look  which  may have been in my eyes.  He asked if I  wanted  to
climax.   I  nodded,  smiling hopefully.  He told me  that  if  I
really  wanted  to  climax, I would have  to  be  very  obedient.
First,  he  said, I would have to get on my hands and  knees  and
crawl  to  the  center of the room.   Immediately  I  obeyed  his
instruction.   Now, he said, lie on my back with my legs  spread,
which I did.  He told me to start touching myself, beginning with
my breasts, and continuing down to my things and pussy.  I stared
at him, not believing what he was saying.  He wanted me to  touch
myself,  in  front  of him, knowing that  somewhere  a  concealed
camera was recording this.

In  a stern voice, he commanded, “NOW!” and I  shyly,  hesitantly
started  caressing  my breasts, moving my hands  slowly  down  my
ribs, across my stomach, down my thighs, my inner thighs, to that
hidden,  moist  part of me.  As I hesitated,  he  commanded,  “DO
IT!”, and I began slow, circular rubbing motions on my clit,  and
ran  my fingertips over those soft, smooth lips.  I began  to  be
very  very turned on, and soon it didn’t seem to matter  that  he
was watching me.  I grew more and more heated, closer to  climax,
and he watched me more intently.  Soon, his watching me seemed to
increase  my  excitement, and I felt myself open up to  him  even
more.   I  held  the lips open with one hand,  while  my  fingers
played  over my clit and slid inside myself, pumping in  and  out
with increasing fervor.  Closer and closer I came to climax,  and
he knew it.  Lying there, with my legs open and my back arched, I
played  with myself for his entertainment.  Gasping, I came,  and
after a few minutes, or an eternity, I lay quietly, exhausted and
released in a way I had never known before.