The basement room couldn’t fairly be called a dungeon, I don’t
suppose, for it was brightly lit and warm. The floor was even
carpeted, mainly I think because Master likes me on my knees and
doesn’t like for my legs to be scratched up. But it had many of the
accoutrements of a dungeon, a whipping post, a spanking bench, rings
on one wall to which he sometimes tied me, and a wall covered with
instruments of torture which he knew how to use with great
There were various short posts that he had implanted in the floor
of the room which [ ...continue reading "Julia's Begging, Part Six" ]
When Julia awoke the following morning she found her wrists and ankles tied to the corners of the bed. She was completely nude, her breasts and legs and cunt exposed and available. I was kneeling between her opened and bound legs running a long white feather along the insides of her thighs.
I had teased her for quite some time before she had awakened, letting the feather flick lightly against the lips of her cunt and touching her clit and asshole lightly from time to time. I had run it along her breasts and watched as her nipples had grown hard and long. She had begun to grind her hips in small tight circles, hunching her cunt lewdly into the air above the bed when she finally awoke in a start.
When she got over the initial shock of finding herself bound she was able to return her attention to the light [ ...continue reading "Part 4- "Julia's Ass"" ]
The doorman motioned to the cab, indicating that he had a passenger for him. As she waited, Julia was aware of the cool air hitting her hot pussy. She had often though of going without panties in public, but had never allowed herself to do so. Now the heat that she still felt from the spanking and the fingering her Master had just given her made the cool air even more of a contrast than it might otherwise be.
The cab driver was a white man in his early thirties. Normally, Julia would have hardly noticed him, but she now looked at him with interest as the cab pulled to the curb in front of her. She found him attractive in a strange kind of way and as she obeyed her Master by thinking about it being her cum that was now in her body she found herself growing excited and [ ...continue reading "Part 2 "Julia's Ass"" ]
Alyse caught my eye at the antique show. Although I didn’t really go out of my way to do so, we kept running into each other, exchanging quick glances. She had a smile that was magical–a naughty little smile that meant mischief–yet so subtle she could easily deny ever having “lead me on.” Yet I must confess it was those two perfect buns that caused me to give her a second glance. Her tight jeans left nothing to the imagination–the curves were flawless, particularly at the “sit spot” where cheeks meet thighs. And those jeans exhibited just the right amount of wear at that sexy “sit spot” to produce a bull’s eye. I imagined the concentric circles of target, and what fun it would be to watch those buns wiggle as I smacked them! She knew exactly what she was doing.
When I came by, she would cast a quick glance, [ ...continue reading "Alyse's Birthday" ]
Once I was sure of my suspicions about Julia I knew that I would have to see her often. Before she left that first evening in the hotel she asked if she could see me the next day, and of course I was as eager for that as she was. I told her to be at the hotel no later than 9:00 the next morning. I suppose I could have let her stay the night, but I wanted her to be fresh and ready for a full day the following day, and I knew that neither of us would sleep if she stayed there in the hotel with me.
I hadn’t been surprised at Julia’s submissiveness. What had surprised me was her legs and her ass. They didn’t look nearly as nice in those shorts as they did when she was naked and prone on my bed. I was eager to [ ...continue reading "Julia's Ass" ]