It was the beginning of the fall semester at _______ University, the best of the Big Ten schools, and the parties and mixers were just getting underway. My dorm unit was a no-opposite-sex-visitation unit, so we typically would go to one of the other units for parties. Greg, another freshman I met in an engineering class was throwing a small party that night and invited me to stop by and sample the beverages.
When I got there, the party was already going. Half the people were drinking pop, and the rest drinking beer. The room was pretty crowded – pretty much standing room only. I grabbed a beer and settled down to lean against the head of the bunk bed. The stereo was playing in the background, but the partiers paid little attention.
“You look a little uncomfortable down there” came a girl’s voice from the top bunk. Looking up, I saw [ ...continue reading "College Friends" ]
When I think about that first time, my emotions almost get away from me. There is a lot of hurt and anger inside me toward him. His name was Jeff, and I really had a thing for him. In retrospect a lot of this anger is directed at myself. I was so naive as to believe that what we were doing was alright because we were in love. When I think of how stupid I was to fall for it, I feel betrayed, embarrassed and cheated, not only by him, but by my own lack of self-control.
Up until this time in my life, sex had been something for girls to discuss as if all-knowing, and it was relegated to things that really didn’t happen on a date, but did happen in a marriage, and of course, it was the subject of a lot of jokes. At 17, my dating history [ ...continue reading "My First Time" ]
Don’t misunderstand, I love to hear Julia beg. At first I didn’t pay much attention to it, I thought she was just being submissive. But later on I realized it was sincere. I didn’t realize that until I had already punished her severely for begging for it so much, but that really didn’t make any difference to her, and especially not to me. I’d rather whip her pretty little ass than eat when I’m hungry.
She was begging to be the center of a group fuck, a really big group fuck. Now I like it when my sluts beg for dirty things like that. It excites me. But usually when push comes to shove they don’t really want a bunch of strangers shoving dicks into their holes. Thats why I didn’t pay much attention to her pleas at first. What finally opened my eyes was that party we went to, the [ ...continue reading "Julia’s Begging" ]
When Ashleigh regained conciousness she found herself still bound by the handcuffs and the heavy chain, but slowly became aware that her legs were now supported by stirrup type supports at the top of two big posts which had been inserted into the floor. The stirrups fit just behind her knees and under her lower thighs, allowing her calves to hang naturally downward, but yet keeping her legs spread opened widely. It was a much more comfortable position than she had experienced prior to this, but the pain at her wrists was still very real. She felt a glob of something, either cunt juice or cum she assumed, run down one of her cunt lips and was aware of it falling to the floor. She wished she could look beneath her to see if she had caused a puddle on the floor yet, but she couldn’t see directly beneath herself [ ...continue reading "MRWADE= Ashleigh–1932, Part Four" ]
When I got back to the gym I found Ashleigh asleep on the training table. She looked so angelic, laying there so quietly, but yet there was a whorish quality to her as well, her ass and thighs covered with red whelps from the whippings and her asshole and cunt dripping with the juice of her fuckings.
I was able to unclasp her wrists and attach the handcuffs before she awoke enough to realize what was happening. I lowered the heavy chain from the ceiling and connected it to the handcuffs before disconnecting the ankle cuffs which still held her to the leather covered table. I began cranking the winch, smiling as the heavy chain pulled the beautiful slut from the table to the floor in the center of the room. I continued to crank until she was standing on her tip-toes under the long chain. Taking two of the [ ...continue reading "Ashleigh–1932, Part Three" ]