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He tied her wrists to the wrist cuffs first, so that her arms were stretched in front of her. Then he tied her ankles to the base of the bench, so that her legs were spread by the width of the bench.

Tom ran his hand over Sue’s tightly raised ass cheeks. He picked up the whip; he had soaked the last foot of the whip in oil. He didn’t want to cut Sue’s skin; the oil would soften the leather straps.

He went over to Sue and laid the oil-soaked whip straps over her raised bottom.

“Fifty lashes on your bare bottom, Sue. I want to hear you scream tonight.”

He positioned himself sideways to Sue and picked up the whip that was lying on her raised ass. The oil left shiny spots on her bottom. Tom spread the oil all over her cheeks, so he had a shiny aim for the whip.

“You are going to get a bare ass whipping, Sue. Are you excited yet?”

“Please let my wrists loose, Tom. I want to play with myself, that way you have a good reason to punish me.” she said.

“I know exactly what you want, Sue. You want to mix your fun with the whip, that way it won’t hurt you. But not tonight.”

He caressed her thighs and slowly stroked her cunt with his hand. He inserted first one, then two fingers into her cunt, slowly rocking them back and forth. She got wet immediately.

“Punish me now, Tom,” she begged.

He grabbed her hair with his other hand, still moving his fingers in her cunt.

He pulled out his hand from between her thighs. Then he spanked her oiled ass with his flat hand. He inserted his fingers again. Sue came with a wild moan.

“Last time you had pleasure and pain, this time, it’s just going to be the agony of the whip.”

He took the whip and standing to her left, he stepped back so that the tails of the whip lie just on Sue’s ass when he stretched out his arm. He raised his arm and swung the leather whip down with all his force. The whip swished through the air and landed with a wet splitting sound on her bare ass.

The pain was much more intense than what Sue was prepared for. It took her breath away and felt like fire on her bottom. Tom gave her ten lashes across the mounds of her raised buttocks, and then he changed sides.

He positioned himself on the right side this time. Sue asked for mercy, but he started to flog her ass again. Sue was screaming now, but nobody would hear her.

After ten lashes from the right side, Tom stepped in front of her. Tears were rolling out of her eyes, but he was just beginning. He gave her ten lashes while standing next to her head, so that the leather straps would bite into the soft under curves where her thighs met her bottom cheeks. Sue screamed every time the wet leather straps landed on her ass. Her shiny bottom looked raw by now, covered with thin red welts.

For the last twenty lashes, Tom positioned himself behind Sue. He lashed the whip across the broadest parts of her high raised ass as hard as he could. The smacking sound of the wet leather straps against bare skin mixed with Sue’s screams as Tom whipped, and whipped, and whipped.

Sue received the full fifty lashes she was promised that night.

Tom hurried to untie Sue and tried to comfort her. She was obviously hurt more than he intended to.

She liked to be spanked while having sex, but the whipping she received seemed out of line. Or so she thought.

Larry Vee

Spank a Bitch

“The slut needs to be punished.” cried out Mistress Eve, “she has failed to perform as ordered. A public humiliation is due!”

The lights in the room dimmed and the stage curtains opened with the spotlight thrown on Mistress. She was magnificently outfitted. A black leather bra, just big enough to cup her large breasts, leather thong that did little to hide her vagina and ass, shinny leather boots that came up half way up the thighs, neck and arm leathers, black leather gloves, mask and of course her famous leather whip was in hand.

“As you know the purpose tonight is to punish one of our slaves, so we shall begin.”

The spotlights panned over the stage. In the center, suspension restraints were all set up but empty. Four male slaves stood to one side, clad only in leather helmets and leather straps to support their cocks and balls.

“Bring in the slave” Mistress commanded.

Slave Silvia was unceremoniously ushered in and dumped in front of Mistress. She was clad in only a leather halter-top and thong.

“Slave, you know that tonight is your night of punishment, you will do as ordered and not speak unless asked to by me. Now stand up and remove your clothing and get naked for all to see.”

Slowly slave Silvia stripped off her coverings and stood in the bright light. Then Mistress ordered her to stand by the first male slave and began to give him head.

“On your knees, pull down this slaves thong, and suck his cock hard”

Silvia did as ordered and Mistress had her service all four of the penises until they were fully erect. Slave Silvia’s mouth was strained to the bursting point as she sucked each of them hard. Pre-cum and spittle glisten on each of the slave’s organs as they throbbed in the bright lights.

A gag restraint was then ordered to be placed in Slave Silvia’s mouth. The four males then hoisted her into the sling restraints. Bound by her hands and feet, a support band under her ass checks and clad only in her gag, she was a fine sight for all to see.

Mistress ordered the male slaves, now clad in only their leather hoods and sporting raging hard-ons, to assist her. Silvia was now spread eagled, legs opened almost to the breaking point, cunt and ass hole fully displayed to the cheering room.

“Lick her ass hole. Get her wet for the butt plug.” Mistress ordered.

The males spat on Silvia’s ass hole, slimy drool flowing down her crack. Mistress Eve sultry walked up behind Silvia and jammed the plug home. Mistress then ordered that the male slaves to position their self’s around Silvia and masturbate their cocks, being careful not to ejaculate yet.

Mistress then readied her whip and began to give slave Silvia the pussy whipping of her life. Her cunt was glistening and dripping cum juices, much to the cheers of the room.

“Lay the paddle to her ass” the room cried.

Mistress obliged them.

The slaves ass and cunt mound were blood red, she was being properly abused.

“Remove her gag and feed her penis” Mistress ordered the male slaves.

“Suck each cock until they cum and do not lose a drop of the precious fluid.” She ordered Silvia.

Slave Silvia was soon gagging on squirting cocks being rammed down her throat. When some cock fluid ran down her cheeks, it only intensified her spankings from Mistress as she punished her.

The spotlight shined on the slave’s reddened ass and cunt mound.

“Now I want all male members to expose their cocks, stroke yourself hard and get in line to service this slave. You may use any hole you desire.” Mistress said as she removed Slave Silvia’s butt plug.

The male members happily obliged. Silvia’s holes were repeatedly plugged with penis.

“I do not want any spunk shot inside this slave. When you are ready to cum, pump your dicks and squirt all over her.” Mistress ordered. “Let this be a lesson to any misbehaving slave.”

And the lights glisten off slave Silvia’s sperm covered body as she was lowered to the hard stage floor.

The room emptied as Silvia lie there breathing heavily, spread eagled and her hands working in and out of her pussy as the room went dark.

Sonia Vee

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I checked in and was led to a room, told to undress and then led to a padded bench in the middle of the room. I was then blind folded and laid on the bench and shackled. My hands shackled to one end and my ankles to the other end. My legs were spread and I could feel the cool air kissing my open cunt lips.

A few minutes later someone took my head in their hands and next thing I knew my lips were forced open by a hard cock. The hands held me firmly in place, I couldn’t move or speak. The cock started to pump into my throat.

A cock was now sliding between my lips. The pleasure I was feeling was keeping me from objecting too much.

Then I felt a body move up between my thighs. A hard cock head pressed against my cunt lips and pushed up inside me. It was a large cock, my cunt felt full by the time I thought the entire hard rod was in all the way. The cock in my cunt started to slowly stroke in and out as the cock in my mouth kept up its in and out rhythm.

Both cocks were now bringing me to a hot, heavy climax as they slowly pounded away at my body.

I still couldn’t speak because of the cock in my mouth. My head was thrown back and the hot rod slipped between my lips, fucking my mouth steadily. I could feel a set of balls slapping against my forehead with every thrust. They were tight and full and I knew that they would shoot a load very soon.

I felt the cock harden further and I knew it was going to cum. The meat slipped from between my lips and sprayed its load all over my face. Strings of cum shot onto my chin covered my lips and dripped into my hair. The cock spasm again and again as sweet cum was splattered on my face!

Then I felt the cock fucking my pussy pull out and slap against my belly. It twitched and a silky stream of cum erupted from the head. It arched my stomach and landed between my tits.

Then two pairs of hands were on my tits and face, rubbing the cum I was covered with into my skin.

The cock was back on my lips, the head roaming over my chin and around my face as it dribbled the last bit of juice on me.

I still hadn’t come yet and I begged to be fucked.

I was lifted quickly and turned over on the bench, exactly the opposite position I had been before. Now I was leaning over the bench, my legs spread and open and waiting for another cock to invade my pussy.

I was offered a hot, throbbing cock to suck on. My mouth wrapped around it’s engorged head and my tongue slid over the slit. It tasted of cum and my juices, it was the cock that had been in my cunt. I licked and sucked at the mixed cream.

Before I could draw that wonderful meat into my mouth, I felt someone move between my legs. I was sure I would soon feel my cunt being filled by another hard cock. I pressed my hips back into the guy and felt his throbbing rod against my ass.

One quick thrust and my breath was taken away as that huge cock was suddenly deep inside me. Now I was completely full, front and back. I could feel my own orgasm coming quickly. Waves of pleasure built up deep inside my cunt and started to spread throughout my body. As the cock in my pussy finally withdrew, I came suddenly as it was jammed back into me with a hard, deep thrust. 

My body tensed and arched in pleasure. Hands grasped onto my hips to keep me in place as I thrust my ass back into the cock that was stuffed into me. Only muffled moans escaped my lips as the cock in my mouth kept me from crying out. I came so hard that I couldn’t breath, several seconds passed before my body finally relaxed.

I was still filled with cock from both sides. The man in front of me was still fucking my mouth with slow insistent strokes. His hairy balls were slapping against my chin as his cock was thrust deep into my throat. I gagged as the hot load of cum spewed into my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, milking down every thick drop I could.

The cock in my pussy pulled out first then the one from my mouth.

As I lay there still blind folded I could feel my cunt dripping cum and I tried to lick all the cum up that my tongue would reach on my face.

After what seemed like hours, my shackles were removed and the blindfold removed. As I sat on the floor I touched the dried spunk on the inside of my thighs and tasted it.

I had fulfilled my night of service for the club.

Sonia Vee

Terri was lying on the bed, engaged in a heavy fantasy. She was on her stomach; eyes closed and knees spread wide. She was dreaming about presenting her ass cheeks for some heavy discipline.

Her back was arched so that her round ass was raised high into the air. She caressed between her legs with both hands, slowly rocking back and forth on the pillow. Terri was wet and hot.

This was the scene Scott stepped into when he entered the bedroom, he was home early, usually he worked until six. Terri was surprised, but it was too late to cover herself.

Stay as you are, Terri,” he ordered.

She knew she was going to be punished. Scott had spanked her before, but it was more like foreplay. This time he would probably be more severe with her.

“Scott, I was thinking about you.” She whispered.

Scott quietly loosened his belt; it was a heavy leather belt, almost two inches wide. He touched her perfectly round bottom globes with the palm of his hand. He felt the wetness between her legs. He rolled up the belt so that about two feet of the leather were left dangling. Then he brought down his arm and the belt landed with a loud crack on her bare ass.

First, the sound was worse than the pain, but after a second her bottom felt like it was on fire. Scott took his time and admired the thick red welt that was forming across her cheeks. Then he lashed the belt down on her ass again. The walls echoed with a ringing smack. Scott had waited for this opportunity for weeks.

He knew she liked to play the bad girl, but how far would she go?

He would find out right now. He whipped her bare bottom slowly and methodically. Terri started to cry, tears were rolling down her cheeks. But the earsplitting smacks of the leather belt continued as her high raised, bare bottom was flogged until it was glowing red.

“Play with yourself, Terri. Do it right now,” Scott told her.

He watched her as she slowly inserted two fingers into her pussy. She was still wet and started to sway her welted ass while she was masturbating. She arched her back every time she stuck her fingers deep into her pussy, raising and spreading her ass even higher and wider.

“Faster, Terri, until you come, you pretty slut.” Scott demanded.

He hit her with the belt across her ass every time it swayed to its uppermost height. Terri moaned and cried at the same time. Scott continued to punish her while she masturbated, standing behind her and lashing her ass and thighs from left to right and right to left until she finally came.

Terri collapsed breathing heavily and crying at the same time. Her ass and her thighs were covered with dark, red welts. Scott got some gel from the bathroom and gently rubbed the gel across her punished backside.

Terri was still sobbing, but she also felt deeply satisfied. The gel felt cool on her skin and Terri fell asleep.

Scott took a shower, a cold one, and went out to have some dinner.

Larry Vee

Sex and Submission - By Candlelight

It was hard, bent over, and with the room washed in dim candlelight, to keep track of how many there were. At least four, she thought.

The fingers in her pussy pistoned as other hands loosened the tight laces of the corseted cat suit she wore. It laced down the back, down both sides, down the front. The leggings, laced together at the crotch, had already been pulled apart to reveal her pussy and ass, spilling out of the black polyvinyl. Fingers pushed into her cunt, her asshole. She felt air on her slightly sweaty skin as the flesh of her back was revealed between the laces.

Someone licked her back, and she gasped. The skin had been covered for so long, was sensitive, yearning. She shifted, squirming on the fingers that pierced her, wanting more, but the wrist-cuffs holding her bent over the ottoman held firm.

One of the other women stood beside her, a candle in hand, and she had just a moment to draw a breath in anticipation before the patter of hot wax dripped across her back, between the lacings. A few drops warmed her even through the bodysuit, but the ones that fell on naked flesh burned. She cried out, arching. The fingers inside her didn’t relent. Someone pulled the leggings further down, fully exposing her bottom below the corset’s black edge.

More wax spattered down her spine, dripped under the corset in burning trails. She cried out, squirmed, gasped. The fingers slipped out of her, leaving her frustrated, close. A cock replaced them… her master’s? Someone else’s?

She couldn’t turn her head to see. Now one of the other slaves had her collar and was holding her for him as he mounted. No, not her master. This man was bigger. His cock was almost painful, it was so large, and only her wetness saved her from pain as he thrust into her, hard.

It was how she liked to be used. She felt herself gathering, squirming, close to cumming. She couldn’t even speak now, though, because someone had their fingers in her mouth, fingers that tasted of her. More wax splashed across her ass, a burning thread of droplets like the welt of a cane.

She arched, twisting. The cock inside her pistoned steadily in and out. Nails raked the cool wax from her flesh, more replaced it in a burning barrage of hot drops. Some dripped into the crevice of her ass, burning.

She came, came with him using her hard, driving into her at a runner’s pace. His grasping hands scraped most of the cold wax from her flesh, crumbling it from her backside. The tender flesh screamed with pain even as she screamed in pleasure, still twitching around him.

When his time came, he pulled out and spurted across her ass, and the heat of it was like burning candle wax on the tender, punished flesh of her bottom. She felt it running down. Someone offered her a taste on their fingers.

She bowed her head and accepted.

~Alexandra Rose~

Sex and Submission

Bound To Him - Sex and Submission

Rope bound her arms behind her back, each of her hands meeting the opposite elbow. Another length formed an elaborate cage around her body, squeezing and lifting both breasts, and extending down in a lattice that culminated in two lengths vanishing between her thighs. Whenever she moved, the rope either spread her pussy, or pinched at the lips, teasing and torturing.

So she tried not to move.

That wasn’t easy. She was kneeling, and her Master stood before her, holding his cock in his hand. She had to suck it, no hands, and he wasn’t making it easy. She had to lean forward to do it, tipping her balance so that all she had to hold her up was him. It forced his cock down her throat, and she choked each time. Still he made her do it.

She dove again; taking him in as far as she could, right to the back of her throat. It choked her, but she loved the feeling of being full of him, and if she pleased him like this, he’d take her and he’d fuck her, as a reward.

She managed most of it, only the last inch or so defying her. He didn’t say a word, damn him, didn’t even give her a moan or a sigh to let her know she was doing well, and so when he yanked her up she wasn’t sure if she should be excited or scared.

He shoved her over the table, her bound breasts digging painfully against it, nudged her legs apart with his foot. She wobbled on the heels of her boots a little, spread her legs. To the rings attached to the ankle of each boot he attached a spreader bar, so that she couldn’t close her legs, and then he came around the table, hitched a leash to her collar, fed it through a ring on the side of the play table, and latched it tight.

She could hardly move at all. He loosed the knots that held the rope between her thighs, shoved his cock into her.

Immobile, all she could do was take the thrusting of his cock, unable to control speed or depth, just accepting what he gave her, trusting that he’d work her up to the edge of orgasm if he wanted her there. She fought to keep from demanding more, bit her lips and tongue until they were sore. His hands caressed her naked ass, and she felt his pleasure then, in the tenderness with which he stroked her. She had pleased him!

Her orgasm broke over her when he reached around, rubbed her clit, whispering encouragement into her ear. She bucked back as well as she could, panting and breathless, and then felt him come inside her, scalding hot, twitching.

The orgasm’s last aftershocks faded as he slid from her, but she still glowed within. Her greatest pleasure was in serving, in having served well. She was, in every sense of the words, bound to him, forever. He was her Master. She was owned.

~Alexandra Rose~

Sex and Submission

“I’m very angry with you. Your punishment will last for the rest of the weekend, go to the basement right now.”

I did as I was told. Mistress Brianna walked behind me quickly. Once we were down in the basement, Mistress Brianna made me strip, it was time for my punishment.

“Come here, and bring the pussy whip with you. Now lay across the table, and be quiet, don’t let me hear a fucking sound from you.”

Mistress Brianna strapped my arms down first, and then my legs, I couldn’t move if I tried. My legs were spread apart so that my luscious pink lips were showing among other parts.

Mistress Brianna brought her arm back as far as she could, and she took the small leather whip and swung it over and over as hard as she could, down on my wet pussy. My tears were streaming like a river. My pussy became very wet, and very swollen. The burning sensation felt good for an instant.

I do believe that she was turned on, as she saw my pussy swollen and wet. She started to undo my binds.

“Stand up right now, hurry.”

When I went to stand up, my pussy felt as though it would fall to the floor. The pain was intense. Mistress Brianna walked into the bathroom. I suddenly heard the water running I had no idea of what she was doing. She then came over to me, and removed her black satin robe. Her body made me so weak.

“Do you love and cherish your Mistress?”

“Yes Mistress Brianna, very much so.”

“Good, you will do what ever it takes to please me, correct?”

“Yes Mistress Brianna.”

Mistress Brianna then made me lay on the cold marble floor. She knelt down over my face with her pussy over top of my mouth.

“Open your mouth wide and you better not spill a drop.” Mistress Brianna’s voice sound low and sensual.

Suddenly a warm stream of gold tricked from Mistress Brianna’s pussy directly into my awaiting mouth. She had done this to me several times before, but it never tasted as good as it did on this day.

Maybe her time of the month added a little more flavor.

After Mistress Brianna was finished, she laid her pelvic area slightly on my mouth and started humping my face. I got the hint right away. My tongue was her slave. She was grinding her clit onto my tongue harder and faster, until I heard her moans of ecstasy.

When she was finished, she got up and walked away from me, and placed on her black satin robe. “Get up slut, go over to the corner and get into your cage, this is where you will spend the night. If you are a good slut, I will take you out in the morning.”

The marble floor was very cold, but when I had awakened in the morning I notice that there was a blanket covering my naked body. In the months and years that followed, my relationship with Mistress Brianna got even better.

I learned what to do and what not to do, how to dress, and how not to dress. Mistress Brianna kept me under her strict and complete control.

Almost everywhere she went, I went too, I was always a foot or so behind her.

Sonia Vee

Water Bondage is always exciting. The thoughts of submitting to forced orgasms while bound and sometimes gagged is exciting and a huge turn on.

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With the aid of water, her Master aims to bring her to an orgasm which will be very intense. He directs the water onto her clit and because she is bound and in his power she submits to him and to the pleasures…

She is bound, almost hogtied and can’t move or resist his teasing. Her Master’s ultimate goal is to give her wild forced orgasms that she and you will enjoy. He uses water, a massage vibrator and dildos…

Bound once more he lets the sex machines fuck her pussy and if she is lucky she will let him fuck her ass too. The fast action of the fucking machine brings her to a wild orgasm that were only experienced in fantasies.

She has come many times and now the water bondage session is about to help her overcome her fear of water. Bound she kneels in the water waiting for him to dunk her head under. She will stay under until she needs more air.

This girl had lots of fun experiencing a wild hot porn bondage session that she only once fantasized about. She thanked her Master for her forced orgasms and helping her overcome her fear of water…

“I’m am so sorry,” Jeanette whispered as she slipped her pants off. She was, too. She’d disappointed Tyler, and the knowledge sat like a stone in her belly. But he was smiling at her, that grim, bright-eyed smile that said he knew exactly how to make it better. How she could make it up to him. “I won’t speed again.”

“Of course you won’t,” he said, pulling her over, into his lap. “I trust you. But I want you to remember this, Darling.”

She closed her eyes and winced. Last time it had been the phone bill – she’d gone eighty dollars over, and every dollar of it had come out of her hide one swat at a time. That had been tough enough – Tyler’s hands were large and hard, and rough from his years of working with his hands at his carpentry studio.

Each smack to her bottom had made her wince, and by the end, she was crying. It had been months and she swore she could still feel the burn. Her ass had been raspberry-colored for days.

This would be worse – one hundred and twenty smacks.

He bent her over his knee, and she blushed at the indignity as her tender bottom was turned up to his view. Her baby doll shirt slipped up over her bra. The ticket lay where it had fallen, on the floor not two feet from her nose. She stared at the little pink slip, the hateful numbers carbon-copied onto it. She’d been so stupid, but she’d wanted to hurry home to Tyler!

She squirmed in his grip and he tightened his hold on her, tugged her panties down. A fresh surge of humiliation ran through her as he touched her pussy lips, ran his fingers up the crack of her ass. She was totally open, vulnerable.

The first slap landed almost lightly, right on the sweet spot below the swell of her cheek. It barely hurt, but she still jumped, her skin crinkling into goose bumps even as an electric cold current jolted through her, tightening her nipples. She gasped as more blows fell, light at first, just warming the skin, the slaps muted as he kept his hand on her flesh after each stroke.

She kicked her heels a little, around twenty. Was he just fooling around with her or what? He’d been so angry . . . why was he going easy on her? It made her worry, and worry made her sweat.

When he had warmed her up, he set to with a passion, suddenly switching from light strokes to hard smacks, the sound whipping through the room. The first three fell before the pain peaked, and before Jeanette could even cry out. She was grateful he wasn’t making her count, even as she swallowed bitter tears.

She could not have kept count, not with these hard spanks raining down on her upturned, helpless ass. She squirmed, wriggled, and once, in desperation, hoping to make him slow down or give her a respite, she thrust her hand back to try to shield her naked ass – a terrible no-no, but she couldn’t help herself. He grasped the offending wrist and paddled harder, allowing time between strokes for the pain to swell and burn to its peak.

She gasped and wailed, past the point now where it was pure pain, and now only sensation, warmth, pressure, sharp flashes like heat lightning playing over her skin. He took her to the edge and beyond it, pushed her over . . . it wasn’t pleasure, tears still fell, but she felt her body open up and accept the punishment. She went limp across his legs, and the last twenty strokes fell hard on her unresisting bottom.

After, he gently picked up the ticket, put it away, lay her on the couch. Her ass burned, her whole body coursed with endorphins. She felt drowsy and pleasantly heavy.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered again.

“Of course you are. I still love you, you know.” His smile made him the handsomest man in the world. The lust that had simmered in her at the touch of his commanding hands now boiled over.

“Come here,” she said, spreading her thighs, her body needing to feel him again. “Come here and prove it to me.”

– Alexandra Rose

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