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Allison and Lisa giving me

And my forever girl

Some beautiful inspiration for ways to enjoy our evening :D

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I love

Allison’s adorable wicked domme energy here

With her having

So much fun

At just how helpless and cute her thirsty little gf is here

And

Honestly Lisa’s situation here of being totally bound and helpless is

Serious fantasy material for me

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Enhanced Prison - Part One

Ben had fucked up badly, but the idea of spending the next thirty years in prison was unthinkable.

He sat in the bus in his orange prisoner hoodie and striped pants, his wrists cuffed to a chain around his stomach, his legs shackled, headed towards the state penitentiary. He couldn’t believe that this was real, that he was about to spend the next thirty years of his life locked up. He’d be 59 the next time he saw freedom.

As the prison came into view, he and the other prisoners all grew quiet. It looked like something out of a nightmare, surrounded by barbed wire and guards. A heavily armed guard waved the bus through as a series of gates opened and shut to let the prisoners inside.

They filed off the bus. Ben had to get used to walking in shackles, but at least they’d be coming off soon. All the prisoners were taken to what looked like an assembly room with benches. There was a podium at the front. Ben sat down with the rest of the prisoners.

The warden came out. He was a large man – large, but not fat. His arms and legs were huge, and the man barely had a neck to speak of. He looked out at the prisoners with a sinister gleam in his eye.

“Welcome, prisoners,” he said. “Each of you was selected because you have sentences of 30 or more years, but none of you committed violent crimes. Check fraud, drug trafficking, larceny. Our prisons are overcrowded, so the state is starting a new program. And you get to be our test subjects.”

The prisoners shifted. No one said anything.

“The point of prison,” the Warden said, “is to rehabilitate, not merely to punish. We have developed a program that will let you serve a significantly reduced sentence, as long as you are willing to endure some – accommodations,” he said. “Gentlemen, come with me, and I will explain further.”

The prisoners looked around at each other, confused. Still, Ben was excited to think that part of his sentence might be reduced. He was with about seven other prisoners, each wearing the orange prisoner hoodie, each in orange and white striped pants and black boots. They stayed shackled and handcuffed as they followed the Warden, and a pair of guards, each carrying a rifle in their hands, followed behind.

They walked through the prison yard and into an area that looked like it had been built recently. It had no windows, just three stories, as best as Ben could tell, and a single door in the front. The door was solid metal with a small window inside of it.

The Warden slid his ID through the slot on the side of the door, and a buzzer sounded. The door opened.

Once the doors were closed inside, it took Ben’s eyes a few minutes to adjust. There were eight tablet computers on what looked like school desks. Each prisoner sat down at a desk, and the guards and Warden went around and fastened their shackles to the desk with a padlock. The desks themselves were bolted to the floor.

“On the menu,” the Warden said. “You will see some ways that your sentence will be made more unpleasant, thus assuring that you will learn your lesson and you will never want to return to prison. For each option you select, a percentage of your sentence will be reduced. Note, however, that the percentages are not cumulative. Each option you select will take less and less from your sentence. “The guards are coming around to put some headphones and VR goggles on your heads. Watch the video. It will help you understand your choices.”

The guard came around and put some goggles over Ben’s eyes and some headphones over his ears. Everything was blacked out.

And suddenly – everything was white. The Warden stood inside the video.

“Welcome to the demonstration,” the video Warden said. “I am going to demonstrate each of your options. When the video experience is concluded, you will select on the tablet computer which options you will include to make your stay more unpleasant. The more options you select, the more unpleasant, and the shorter, your sentence will be.”

An orange-clad prisoner stepped into the frame. “Hello, Warden,” the prisoner said.

“Hello, 589,” the Warden said. “Are you ready to help with the demonstration?”

“Yes, Warden,” the prisoner said.

“First of all,” the Warden said, “no matter what you choose, being in the program at all requires you to be handcuffed and shackled at all times. There are no exceptions and it will not, by itself, take any time off your sentence.”

The prisoner had shackles on his booted ankles and his hands were cuffed. The handcuff chain was a little longer than a normal handcuff chain, giving him a little more range of motion than the normal “arrest cuffs.”

“Now, your sentence reduction options. First up, the chastity cage,” the Warden said. The prisoner dropped his pants slightly to reveal a cock encased in a steel device. “No sex, no masturbation, no touching yourself. Choose this, and your sentence is reduced to 80 percent.”

Ben was about to consider the absurdity of wearing something like that on his cock when the “80 %” showed up in black letters across the screen. That was already six years off his sentence.

“A muzzle,” the Warden said. The prisoner’s pants were back up, but his face was wrapped in a leather mask that wrapped around his head and kept his jaw. “You won’t be able to talk or eat while you’re wearing it. You’ll wear it in 7 ½ hour shifts – and each shift reduced the sentence.” A table of text appeared in black as the Warden spoke, revealing the numbers. “One shift reduces to 95 percent. Two shifts is another 95 percent, and three shifts – so basically, all the time, except when you’re eating – an additional 90 percent. All three add up to a reduction to about 81 percent.”

The prisoner’s muzzle was removed. “Hygiene Reduction Torture,” the Warden said.

“What’s that?” the Prisoner asked.

“You’ll be provided with no deodorant or soap, ever,” the Warden said. The prisoner suddenly looked filthy, hair greasy and skin covered in grime.

“Disgusting? Absolutely! And your sentence is reduced to 85 percent.”

The filthy prisoner returned back to his clean-looking self. “Adding a steel collar, which we’ll weld closed around your neck” – the collar appeared around the neck of the shackled prisoner – “is a reduction to 90 percent.” The neck collar didn’t vanish like some of the other options had. As the Warden cycled through the rest of the options, the prisoner’s collar stayed on.

“Each of you has a cell that is 10 feet by 5 feet. If you opt, instead, to sleep inside a small cage, 5 by 3 x 3, it’s reduced to 95 percent.” The prisoner stepped into a small cage, and the door closed and locked behind him.

“Sleep deprivation torture means you’ll only get to sleep five hours a night, with no naps allowed, ever, but it reduces your sentence to 90 percent. Urinal service” – the prisoner was let out of the cage, but he wore a type of gag that had a funnel at the end of it – “means that the guards piss down your throat, and your sentence is reduced to 90 percent. Punching bag torture” – the prisoner’s hands were suspended over his head – “means that for 15 to 20 minutes a day, a guard gets to use you for a punching bag!” The Warden socked the prisoner in the stomach, for effect.

“Sensory deprivation torture will gain you some quick reductions,” the Warden said. The prisoner wore a hood that completely blocked out its vision and hearing. “Like the muzzle, it’s in 7 ½ hour shifts – 90 percent, 85 percent, and 80 percent. If you take all three, you’ll get 90 minutes a day to see and hear, and your sentenced is reduced to 61 percent.”

Ben’s heart leapt. Having to be hooded all the time sounded awful, but that was almost half of his sentence if he took all three shifts.

“Leashed to the wall.” The prisoner’s hood was off, but now a chain, around 8 feet long, reached from his neck and was bolted to a length of wall that had popped up behind him. “You’ll spend 16 hours a day chained like this to a wall for a reduction to 85 percent. Kick it up to 24 hours a day, and it’s an additional 75 percent – for a total reduction to 64 percent.”

The leash and the wall disappeared. Once again the prisoner’s hands were suspended above his head. “Suspension torture,” the Warden said. “For three hours a day, you’re chained up like this. If you pick this and punching bag torture, you can do them together. This is a reduction to 85 percent.

“Electro shock torture” – the prisoner was no longer suspended, but there was something added to the steel collar, a small mechanism that stuck out – “means that you will receive 12 random shocks throughout the day. They are completely random and can come at any time.”

The Warden pressed a button, and the prisoner screamed, grabbing the collar that he couldn’t remove. The prisoner fell to his knees, but the shock ended about five seconds after it started. “This is a reduction to 85 percent.

“Hypnosis therapy,” the Warden continued, “means you’ll spend an hour a day plugged into the very device you’re wearing now.” The prisoner’s ears had headphones and his eyes were covered with the VR goggles. “You’ll learn new skills, learn to be a better person, and get a reduction to 80 percent of your sentence.

“Now, the last three options. You’re already going to be shackled and handcuffed, so why not upgrade?” The prisoner’s wrists and ankles were no longer just cuffed and ironed – instead, he wore heavy manacles and heavy shackles, adding what looked like ten extra pounds of weight. “The manacles take you to 80 percent, and the shackles to 80 percent. Do both, and you’re at 64 percent.

“The final option,” the Warden said, “is the most important one.” The prisoner vanished, leaving just the Warden. “Participation in the Enhanced Prison is entirely voluntary. You can end it at any time, and whatever time you served in the Enhanced Prison will be subtracted from your sentence. If, however, you choose to make your restrictions involuntary, meaning you cannot back out, you will earn” – the number loomed large in the video, “a 50 percent reduction in your sentence.”

The video ended. The VR goggles and headphones were removed.

“As you can see,” said the real Warden, “Enhanced Prison won’t be easy or pleasant. But try out your options and see how much your sentence can be reduced.”

Ben’s cuffs were taken off the belly chain so he could use the tablet. It was already programmed for him specifically.

Prisoner: Benjamin Howard Original Sentence: 30 Years Click each box to add or remove the Sentence Reduction Option.  Leg Irons                        Not Optional Handcuffs                     Not Optional Chastity                          80% Muzzle 1/3                    95% Muzzle 2/3                    95% Muzzle 3/3                    90% Hygiene Reduction       85% Steel Collar                   90% Cage Sleeping              95% Sleep Deprivation          90% Urinal Service               90% Punching Bag               90% Sensory Dep. 1/3          90% Sensory Dep. 2/3          85% Sensory Dep. 3/3         80% Leashed 2/3                  85% Leashed 3/3                  75% Suspension Torture      85% Electro Shock               85% Hypnosis Therapy        80% Heavy Manacles          80% Heavy Shackles           80% No Reset                       50%     UPDATED SENTENCE: 30 Years

What could Ben live with? He put check boxes next to chastity, steel collar, heavy manacles, and heavy shackles.

The final line revealed the updated sentence: 13 years, 10 months.

Just like that, his sentence had been cut in half. When he checked the “No Reset” option, meaning he couldn’t go back and be a regular prisoner, he was down to 6 years, 11 months.

Suddenly Ben realized that he could have some sort of future. He could get out before he was 40. He didn’t necessarily love the idea of being chained up all the time, but he already knew he was going to do it.

Already down to seven years, Ben wondered – what else could he live with? Maybe he was going about this wrong. He was in prison, for shit’s sake. It was already going to suck. Quickly he went through and added every option, just to see what would happen, and was shocked to see what his potential sentence could be.

Updated Sentence: 9 months.

He stared at that number for a long time. Each unpleasant thing he removed would add months or years to his sentence, a sentence that was already going to be fucking terrible because of the Enhancements. What could he absolutely NOT deal with?

He removed “Urinal Service.” 10 months. An extra month not to have to drink piss seemed worth it. He clicked “Sensory Deprivation” down from full time to 2/3 time. 1 year.

He sighed. He clicked off “Hygiene Reduction” and it added three months. Could he live without being clean for a year? At the end of the year, would he have wished he’d just been smelly and gross the entire time?

No. He wanted to be able to bathe. Clicking off “Electro Shock” added an extra two months. There were still lots of tortures, lots of indignities. But when he tried to click off being leashed to the wall, it added ten months back onto his sentence.

He could handle being chained to the wall. He could. He’d be clean, he wouldn’t be being shocked all the time, and he wouldn’t have to drink anyone’s piss. A year and a half instead of 30 years. He’d be chained up and muzzled the whole time, he’d sleep in a cage, he’d be hooded and tortured a whole, whole lot. But his life could go on later.

“Are you ready?” the guard asked.

Ben nodded. “Yeah, I – I think so,” he said.

The guard nodded to the Warden. “This one’s ready, Sir.”

The Warden grinned. “Good. Get him ready please, Mr Galveston. Once he’s all situated, the sentence can begin.”

* * *

Unlike the no-necked Warden, Galveston seemed kind, pleasant, almost friendly. In a different life, maybe they could have gotten along better. His hair was cut pretty short, showing lots of skin where the sides and back of his head were shaved, and he walked with a swagger and confidence that Ben, even in these circumstances, actually envied.

“Hey,” Galveston said to Ben, “you didn’t check the ‘urinal service’ one. That’s probably one of the easiest ones. It’ll take two whole months off your sentence.”

“I don’t want to drink piss,” Ben said.

“Bro,” Galveston said, smiling, “it’ll be my piss. It won’t be that bad. It’ll only be once a day. You’ve checked off so many things here that you’re basically gunna be in hell for a year. What’s one more thing? Do that and the electro shock torture and you’re talking another four months. That’s four months sooner you can get back to your life.”

They arrived in an open area with a bench built into the wall. There were no windows, but the lights here made it easy to see without being unpleasant. “All right, dude, let’s get you ready.” Galveston cuffed Ben to the bench and went to get everything ready, pulling chains and things out of the cabinets. “Okay, let’s do the chastity first.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Nah, dude. It just feels snug. The Warden had us do all this too. The ‘prisoner’ in the video you watched was actually another guard. I’ve put on and done everything you can do. That’s what I’m telling you, seriously. The shock collar’s not that bad. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it fucking sucks for those few seconds, but then it’s over.”

“You drank piss?”

“My own piss,” Galveston said. “You had to do everything on the list to get this assignment. Okay! Let’s get your cock locked away.”

The device went around Ben’s cock. He was surprised how hard he tried to get, all things considered. He was surprised by how much he liked having Galveston slide the device on, attaching the rings and the cage and then snapping it all into place. A well-placed rivet rendered the entire thing permanent.

“All right. So from now on you’ll have to wear snap-on clothes because you’re going to be chained up all the time.” Galveston pulled out the heavy chains Ben would be wearing continuously.

“I’m literally never taking them off? The whole time?”

“Not even once,” Galveston said. “We have to make sure they fit right, because once they’re on, they’re on. We don’t have to have you change clothes yet. Later we can just cut off the clothes you’re wearing right now.”

Still cuffed to the bench, Ben’s other restraints got removed – briefly. On went the heavy manacles, the heavy shackles, and a thick steel collar with an 8-foot chain leash around his neck. All of them were fitted with screw-locks, then sealed with a metal epoxy.

“How are you feeling?” Galveston asked.

“This is so fucked up.”

“You’ll be okay. You look good in these chains, by the way. It suits you somehow.”

“I just know I won’t spend the rest of my life in prison,” Ben said, “because I’m doing this. So whatever. What else still has to happen?”

“I still need to get your muzzle. That’s really not that bad, either. You can still grunt kind of. But … shit, man. Don’t do the sleep deprivation one.”

“Really?”

“No, dude. You’re talking over a year of getting five hours a sleep a night. Look, the piss one is the same reduction as the sleep one. Just trade them out. Three minutes of drinking my piss every once in a while in exchange for three or four hours a sleep a night. It’s a good trade.”

Ben snorted. “You really want me to drink your piss, don’t you?”

Galveston laughed. “I kinda do, man. I know you don’t believe me, but you look so fucking great in all these chains. Hey, your muzzle’s right here. You ready?”

“One more thing,” Ben said. “Are you going to be the one doing the … the … well, when I’m …”

“Am I your torturer?” Galveston finished. He patted Ben on the back. “Yeah man, I am. Your rehabilitation is going to be my full time job.”

Ben bit him lip. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. It’s going to suck for you. I won’t lie. But I’ll make sure you’re okay. I’m going to hurt you a lot, Ben, but I won’t damage you. You’ll come out of this okay in the end. And most importantly, you’ll come out of it a young man, not a washed-up ex-con in his 60s.”

Ben nodded. “Do the piss thing, then.”    

“Alright, man! Take off the sleep torture?”    

“Yes.”

“You’ll be glad. Alright then, here’s the muzzle. Once that’s on I’ll take you to the cell, and since you picked being chained to the wall all the time, we’re going to anchor it right in place. I’ll do all the torturing right there in your cell. Oh, one more thing.”

Galveston pulled out the sensory deprivation hood. “You chose to wear this two-thirds of the time. When you wake up in the morning I’ll let you pick which eight-hour period you want the hood off. But you’re going to wear it every night and half of the day, every day.”

The muzzle went around Ben’s face. A strap went between his eyes to hold it all in place, and Galveston pulled out some small locks to keep it secured. He then pulled Ben by the chain and took him through a door and up some stairs. Ben passed five cells on the way to one in the very back of a row.

“Go inside,” Galveston ordered.

Inside the cell, Ben saw a small cage where a bed should have been. There was a toilet, sink, and small shower with a drain in the floor. There was a chain and hook hanging from the middle of the room, probably for the suspension torture.

And there was a ring attached to the wall.

Galveston took out a padlock. He threaded the leash-chain into the wall ring and locked the leash in place. Then he pulled out some metal epoxy and filled the keyhole.

“Alright, dude,” he said. “I think you’re all set. I won’t put the hood on tonight or make you sleep in the cage – tonight. I think you’re going to have enough of an adjustment as it is. We’ve got over a year to make sure you’re rehabilitated.”

Ben nodded.

“One more thing,” Galveston said as he closed the door to the cell, “I picked you. The eight of us that were selected for this assignment got to pick the prisoners we wanted. My reputation is on the line. So I’m going to be completely sure, by the end of this, that you really are completely rehabilitated.

“Try to sleep, Ben. Tomorrow, we’ll really get to work.”

Cruel to be Kind

Is it cruel or kind to ruin the male orgasm?

Ruined orgasms make little sense if the male is a dom. He gets pure enjoyment from it, it feels great, and afterwards, he will still be in the proper frame of mind to remain dominant. Nothing is lost in the process.

But what of the submissive male? He has been a good boy all week, so you decide that he deserves an orgasm. You remove his chastity device and tease him into a frenzy. At that moment, he needs to cum so badly, to the point where he would do humiliating things he probably wouldn’t normally do to achieve it. He is as submissive as he will ever be as you decide that you have teased him enough, and you send him crashing over the edge. The only problem is, his submissive feelings crash as well, as his body releases prolactin during the full male orgasm.

Suddenly, your good boy goes through a drastic change. He loses most of his lust for you, his owner, which inspired much of his subordinate behavior. He may even balk at being relocked in his chastity cage. What the hell just happened? He has been feeling so submissive to you but most of that feeling just got flushed from his system along with his semen. What he wanted, needed, maybe even begged for a few seconds ago is immediately regretted by you both. Why?

As a domme you will feel peeved by his sudden change in demeanor.  You think his submission to you shouldn’t change just because of a momentary bodily function. Are you just a kink dispenser for him? He should be submissive no matter what. And you know what? A truly submissive male will agree with those thoughts, feeling guilty and disappointed with himself over it. His heart will be filled with dread and self doubt. He will regret having that orgasm just as much as you now regret giving it to him.

Not only does he enjoy serving and obeying you, he also loves the general feeling of being submissive. It is a part of him, a part of who he is, how he identifies himself, and he has just lost that. The release of prolactin ruins his submissive frame of mind making it hard for him to submit afterwards for a few hours, to even a day or two. He feels bad, but has no control over the process. But working in collaboration with you, as a team , it can be controlled.

The ruined male orgasm. Is it really ruined, or is it simply improved upon? After all, it is still pleasurable to him, just not as powerful and intense as a full orgasm. The important part is denying the prolactin release. If successful, not only will his submissive feelings remain, his horniness and lust which are pleasurable to him in their own right will continue (subdued) as well.

Are a few seconds of intense pleasure worth it in the end? Or is it better to trade that short burst for a much longer but still highly enjoyable experience? After all, he isn’t really gaining anything by orgasming. He is trading one pleasure for another, his submissive feelings that can last days for a quick burst of intensity that lasts only seconds, and ruins everything else.

We have decided that ruined orgasms will be the answer in the foreseeable future. It’s just better, for both of us.

After sex, I send him to wash up and then lock him in the cage of my choice. I call this "putting my toy away," & it's so casually demeaning, it always gets me off again. Or actually, I guess it's the oral once he's relocked that's getting me off. I call that "cleaning up your mess," and I LOVE how not-into-it he is after cumming.

Humiliated by your gym crush (nsfw 18+ erotica)

You were at the gym as usual on a Tuesday night, you like coming so late because there’s rarely anyone there. Also because it was always at this time Veronica would be working out as well… You had a little crush on her, and you were pretty sure she knew it. Sometimes she would look over and smile at you as she moved from the squat rack to the free weights, or give you a little wave when she first walked through the doors and saw you there. But you were too shy to actually say anything to her, every time you tried to muster up the courage to say something you choked up and seemed to forget how to form basic words and sentences.

Tonight Veronica was going for a jog on the treadmill, she was facing away from where you were so you had a perfect view of her ass bouncing in her gray shorts as she ran, and her long brown hair swaying back and forth. You always try your best to be respectful, you don’t want to get kicked out after all and you really liked Veronica so you didn’t want to come off as some kind of creep. But she couldn’t tell you were watching from where she was, so every now and then you stole a peek in between sets… you really couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked. She was quite alluring, and you especially loved the bright pink runners she always wears on the nights she does her cardio, paired with a cute pair of white socks. 

You were listening to some music when you saw someone out of the corner of your eye approach you during your set. It was Veronica, walking straight towards you, there was no mistake. You popped out your headphones and looked up at her in awe. 

“Were you just staring at me?” she asked curiously, folding her arms and looking down at you. She didn’t seem to be mad, but she definitely expected an answer. 

“I uhhh… n-no I wasn’t”  You said, your heart speeding up and your breath shaking. You felt so small in front of her then. How could she have known?  

“Yes. Yes you were. Don’t lie to me.” she said, seeming a little angrier now. You felt scared, worried she was about to hit you or go tell the gym staff.

“Okay yes, I’m really sorry please don’t be mad at me, I looked over at you a couple times in between workouts and I’ll never do it again I promise. I’m really really sorry, I mean it.” You pleaded with her, and you really did mean it. 

“I knew it!” she said and her lips curled into a smile. “If you’re really sorry, you’ll go clean my sweat off the treadmill for me. I don’t feel like doing it. Or should I go tell the front desk I caught you staring at my ass?” She smiled down at you cruelly. She was clearly enjoying this. 

“Of course” you said, getting up. “Again look I’m so sorry, please don’t tell the staff I’ll do anything.” She walked behind you as you got a towel and made your way over to the machine. She clearly had a good workout, the buttons were quite wet and beads of sweat still clung to her tight abs and legs. She quietly watched as you cleaned her sweat, you had never felt more humiliated. 

You were just finishing up when she raised her eyebrows and said “all clean?” 

“Yes” you replied quietly, your face burning with embarrassment from cleaning up after your crush in public. 

“Good. “ she smiled at you again. “Go put that towel in the laundry and meet me in the girls locker room when you’re done.” She turned and walked away without waiting for a response, clearly expecting you would just obey her command.

You were nervous as you walked back from the laundry. There was hardly anyone here, but you still felt scared you would get caught. But what choice did you have? You didn’t want her to go to the staff. You gulped as you pushed open the door to the locker room. 

“Over here, loser.” Veronica called from around the corner. You approached to see her standing next to her open locker, arms crossed. She pointed at the floor in front of her. “On your knees, here.”

You walked over and got on the floor. “Look-” you began to say, but she slapped your face hard enough it stung. “I don’t care what you have to say pervert. You said you’ll do anything, now prove it” She smiled wickedly down at you. “Untie my shoes and take them off.” She held her foot out expectantly. 

You did as instructed, afraid of disobeying her and getting slapped again. You noticed her feet were warm and damp with sweat as you laid her shoes neatly to the side. She nudged one closer to you with her foot. “Put your face in my shoe loser. Sniff it.” 

You leaned down and sniffed her sweaty shoe. It was incredibly humiliating, and it smelled acrid and strong from her run. She giggled at you and once again your face burned with embarrassment, then she put her foot on the back of your head and pushed down. “Youre so pathetic. I knew you liked me but you were too much of a wimp to actually say something, you just follow me around the gym like a lost puppy. So go ahead, sniff hard for me little puppy”

You did as she said and she laughed even harder. She let her foot off your head and pushed the pink shoe out of the way, turning around and showing you the bottom of her sock. “Lick the sweat from my sock. Now.” You looked up at her, pleading with your eyes for her to stop but she just pointed at her foot expectantly. You stuck your tongue out and ran your foot over her sole, from the toe all the way to the heel. It tasted disgusting, you gagged on her sweat and filth and she just giggled at you again. “Keep licking, loser. I don’t care how bad it tastes, this is exactly where you fucking belong.”  

You felt exactly as pathetic as she described you and as you sucked and licked on her socked foot. Veronica had stopped looking at you and was scrolling through her phone. You were never going to be able to look her in the eyes again after this… But even though you she was being impossibly cruel to you, your cock started to grow in your shorts looking up at her beautiful ass. You couldn’t help it, you tried to shift your weight so your hips were on the ground and you could grind the locker room floor. It started feeling really good, and the sweaty taste wasn’t so bad. But then she noticed. 

“What the fuck are you doing you little freak? Are you humping the floor? Do you like cleaning my feet that much?” she pulled her foot back and you groaned. “Disgusting. You are so fucking disgusting you know that?” suddenly she spit hard on your face and you felt it drip down your forehead into your eye. 

“Stop rubbing your dick. Get up on your knees again, now.” She looked down at you and smiled at her handiwork. “From now on, you’re going to be my personal gym bitch. You will clean all my machines after I use them. You will carry my water bottle and towel for me and you will stand silently out of my sight while I work out. And when I’m done with my workout, you will lick the sweat off my fucking feet like the loser you are. I own you now. Is that understood?” 

“Yes Veronica I understand.” You said, genuinely afraid of what she would do if you said anything else. 

“Good. You will address me as Miss Veronica from now on, foot bitch. Now get the fuck out of my sight, and don’t clean my spit off your face. Leave it there until you get home.” 

“Yes Miss.” you said as you hurried to your feet to leave. You don’t know what just happened but your dick was hard as a rock and you were going straight home to furiously jerk off. 

Marked by her

She went to the work today and as always I helped her in the morning with all the routines.

But before getting dressed and leaving she led me to the bathroom, commanded me to get naked and sit in the tub.

She climbed inside too, and I realized what she is up to. I leaned towards her crotch, thinking she wants me to swallow it, but she strongly slapped me in my cheek.

“Down!”, she commanded and I went down, almost lied. She pissed on me, on my face and my hair, on my neck and collar on my breasts, on my stomach. The warm stream doused me.

I looked up at her filling ultimate humiliation and submission. How gorgeous she looked! Then she commanded me to go out of the tub, and said to use my towel to wipe myself. I did it, while she was washing her legs.

Then she said I shouldn’t get a shower whole day, and then she put her clothes on and left. Though I now was dry, I still felt her scent. I put my home clothes on, even dried out my hair with the hair dryer. But I still feel her scent. Even now. It is everywhere.

I had some calls on my work, and of course I was sitting there feeling her scent on me. To be honest, I couldn’t concentrate on work, just the memory of her standing on me, pissing and the flash pain on my cheek from the slap. So perfect, so intense.

I already texted her few times saying how much I love her and appreciate her. She is absolutely perfect. She marked me and made me to feel her dominance even when she is not here.

Your open-marriage took a turn for the worst when you started seeing a dominatrix who talked you into chastity-play. Your wife was furious when she found out another women had the power to decide if and when she could have sex with her own husband. You told her to drop it and make peace with this new arrangement, but your wife was stubborn and went to confront your side-piece, personally. Three days later, you were greeted with this…

“Check out your wife, loser! You thought this stupid cunt could get the key back for you? Ha! Turns out she’s almost as easy to break as you! Now that I have you both in chastity, this little ‘open marriage’ of your is now a closed Queendom, with me on the top, and the two of you on your knees, sucking my pussy, each of you trying to be the lucky one who gets a release day at the end of the month.

That’s right, that once-a-month release day I promised you? That’s now shared between you and this cunt. The one who serves me best gets to cum, and the other one gets to try again next month. Now strip and get down on all fours, I brought a second leash for you.”   

She knew exactly how to scramble my brain...

A deal is a deal, not that I have a choice.

Pathetic Little Slut

This is my first time writing, please don’t be too critical! lol

He is always my daddy, but he is always fucking other people.  I pretend like it isn’t happening and don’t bring it up.  I know I am my Daddy’s favorite and I am the one who has been around the longest, other girls come and go.  My Daddy always gives me love and attention and usually doesn’t talk about the other girls.  He knows that I am a little bit jealous and he thinks it’s funny.  Sometimes if I talk about wanting his cum he says that he will cum in another girl’s pussy and make me lick it out.  NO THANKS!! I have never been with another girl.  Everytime we pass a strip club or a hooker on the side of the road he talks about how we should stop and he can cum in them and then make me lick them clean.  I laugh and tell him I’m not even worried. He has been talking about this for like 2 years and it’s never going to happen.  I used to be afraid he would do it, but not anymore.

Today I showed up to Daddy’s house, he said he was going to make me dinner and we were going to catch up on some shows that we are behind on, but when I walked in I heard a woman laughing. I walked up the stairs nervously.  It’s always just me and Daddy, we never really hang out with other people, and when we do he warns me.  I have no warning for what tonight will bring. 

I get up the stairs and Daddy is standing in the kitchen with the beautiful girl.  They are laughing and talking. Daddy notices me and says “Here she is! We’ve been waiting for you!” Daddy introduces me to his princess and tells me that’s what I can call her.  Daddy tells her I am one of his other subs, he tells her that I am just a pathetic little humiliation slut who will do anything they both tell me.  Daddy tells her I am her gift for tonight, because she was such a good girl, she can do anything she wants to me, but she can’t let me or make me cum.  No Orgasms for Stormy, she is grounded.  I stand there, completely embarrassed, I can feel my face turning red. I want to argue, I want to leave but I stand there while this stranger laughs at me and asks what’s wrong with me, why I would let him do this to me, can she really do anything she wants?

Daddy tells me to take off my clothes and get on my knees while I do what he says he starts kissing her, telling her she can do whatever she wants, putting his hands all over her body. Its so hard for me to watch.  She looks down at me and sees how sad I am and laughs. She smacks me in the face and tells me to lick her feet.  I look at my Daddy hoping he will day or do something to stop this, but instead he tells me to apologize to Princess for not following directions.  She laughs at me some more and tells me to start licking.  I lower my face to her toes and start licking, she says “Daddy, you’re right, she is a pathetic slut”. This is like a punch in the stomach.  I have never heard someone else call MY DADDY Daddy in front of me, and i realize that they are both right.  I am a pathetic slut, because as much as I hate all of this, my pussy is leaking uncontrollably and I am probably more turned on than I have ever been in my life.  Daddy stops kissing and fondling Princess and goes to get the flogger and starts flogging my ass and pussy while I lick his girlfriends feet. 

Soon Daddy takes off his pants,  I love sucking Daddy’s dick, I’m already on my knees, he waves it in my face and asks me if I want it!!! “YAY!!! Yes Please Daddy!!” He walks over to the couch and sits down and tells me to crawl to him, I crawl over, Princess walks over like a person. I kneel in front of him like a begging dog with my mouth open almost drooling over my Daddys cock.  He asks if I really think he is going to let me suck his cock while she is there and they both laugh. I am ready to cry.  She puts MY DADDYS cock in her mouth.  He tells me to get to work.  I start licking and sucking Daddy’s balls, Princess is drooling all over his cock and its dripping down to his balls and on to my face.  My face is buried in Daddy’s balls and covered in mine and princesses spit, I am trying to get the upper hand and show Daddy what a good girl I am, so am rubbing his balls all over my face and sliding down licking his taint, trying to get up the courage to lick his asshole.  My tongue slides over it again and again till I finally decide to go all in. Now I’m making out with Daddys asshole. I hear him moaning, I love that sound. Daddy cums and I don’t get any.  I just get called a dirty little slut. 

Daddy and Princess get in bed, daddy calls me in and tells me to crawl between her legs.  He says I can’t stop licking until she cums all over my face.  I reluctantly crawl between her legs, I stick my tongue out and taste her pussy. I hear giggling, so I look up and Daddy and Princess and cuddling and kissing while I am between her legs licking. Soon Daddy got a second wave of energy and flipped her over and had me lick her clit while he fucked her from behind.  They both came and it dripped down on my face.  I cleaned up every drop of their cum while my pussy throbbed.  I knew even one touch would put me over the edge and I would be in even more trouble, so I just layed their with their cum drying on my face and my pussy throbbing wishing I could cum. Aching. Being a good girl for Daddy.

Full wording as written in our contract:

I will gag you anytime, for any reason I wish. I will sometimes gag you just because I like seeing you gagged. I will also gag you as a form of punishment, or a form of control.

If I approach you holding a gag in my hands, you will go silent, swallow, and you will open your mouth as wide as possible to accept the gag into your mouth. You will remain passive and still while I wrap the straps around your head and buckle them in place.

You will never touch the gag with your hands unless it becomes a breathing or choking hazard.

Never attempt to talk while gagged. I absolutely despise hearing anyone trying to talk around a gag and I will punish any intelligible speech. Moans, whines, whimpers and other various animal sounds are allowed and even highly encouraged.

(via strongwomenturnmeon, strongwomenturnmeon)

100 hours in bondage (rules)

Feedback is highly appreciated. Don’t worry will setup several backups to make it challenging but safe. There will be overall rules, rules for indoor and rules for outdoor. And Bondage of course…

Overall rules

Permanent chastity. No climax allowed until 100+ hours past

Permanently bound. Body must be roped, belted and/or chained @ all times

Access: at least one body cavity (anal or oral) stuffed @ all times

Indoor rules

Naked. No clothes allowed

Collared

Leather Cuffs on wrists and ankles

Belly chain or collar chain or ankle chain

Always Locked to a 20 feet / 6 meters Tether Chain unless:

1. During Relocating tether chain to other anchor point (max 5 minutes interval).

2. With cuffed or belted ankles and hands cuffed behind back

3. During very restrictive (immobilized) bondage

Outdoor rules

Rope,leather or chain full body harness

Butt plugged

Maximum two pieces of clothing allowed

No private transport allowed. Only walking and public transport

Maximum time spend outdoor 4 hours

Daily Bondage Tasks (every 24 hours)

Tasks can be split up in single hours but must be completed every 24 hours. When not completed a task within 24 hours the remaining hours are doubled added to the next day. Only full hours count.

Hooded 2 hour

Standing w/ spreader-bar and hanging from the wrists 1 hour 

Hands cuffed behind back 2 hours 

Panel gagged 2 hours

Ring or ball gagged 2 hours

Tied / strapped to a chair with cuffed wrists 3 hours

Hogtied 1 hours

Spread eagle on the floor 1 hour

Kneeling. Belted ankles and thighs. Collar and wrist cuffs locked to wall 1 hour

On all four. Ankles cuffed and connected with a short chain to crotch chain. Thigh cuffs linked to Belly chain. Wrist cuffs also linked to Belly chain using short chains. 1 meter long steel leash locked to floor anchor. Muzzle gag. 1 hour.

Sensory deprivation and control. Strapped to a chair. Earphones. Audio Hypnotic slave training. Hooded and blindfolded. Wrists cuffed behind. 2 hours

Domestic chores. Chain locked to collar and locked ankle chains making standing straight almost impossible. Wrists cuffed and locked to belly chain. Steel butt plug (pad)locked in. 3 hours

Model caption request: Mistress Cara teases and fucks her chastity slave.