What, you want your mistress to pay your naked restrained body some attention? You wanted it First take this thick black thing up your box. Oh, it goes so smooth, you must be really wet, my girl. To put you on even more fire, I got these pins, wax and a lash a perfect combination to turn your fully nude body into a playground of sweet domination

CHAPTER VII
———–

Leaning my head against his thigh and felt him stroke my hair.  I
was still very turned on from his hands, earlier, and I now hoped
he  would  make  me cum.  Silently, I prayed  for  him  to  begin
touching  me, but I couldn’t ask for it because he had not  given
me permission to speak.  I rubbed my breasts against his leg, and
arched  my  body  towards his hand, but  he  just  kept  absently
rubbing  my hair.  I looked up at him, and he looked down  at  me
and  smiled.  Patting my cheek, he said that he had some  errands
to  run,  and would have to leave me for a while.   Standing,  he
took my hand and helped me to stand.  He led me to the wall  near
the  cell, where I had already noticed several  objects  hanging.
He  took my leather bound wrist and pulled it up toward  a  chain
dangling from the wall.  I noticed for the first time that  there
was  a small metal ring on the cuff, and I watched as he  clipped
that  wrist to the chain on the wall.  Turning me around to  face
the wall, he pulled my other wrist several feet over, and clipped
that  one to a similar chain.  I was facing the wall, my  breasts
pressed  up against the gold carpet fabric, as he pulled my  feet
apart  and chained them, also.

I  turned my head and watch as he selected what appeared to be  a
belt from the things hanging on the wall.  He strapped it  around
my  waist,  and then turned and selected a vibrator.   He  pushed
this vibrator up inside me, turned it on, then strapped a portion
of  the  belt  between my legs, evidently to  keep  the  vibrator
inserted.   I began to squirm a bit from the tingling  sensations
the vibrator was producing, and he patted me on my bottom, kissed
the  back of my neck and said, “Good bye.  I’ll see  you  later”.
The  vibrator felt so good at first.  Then, as I strained to  rub
my  clit  against the leather between my legs, I  couldn’t  quite
climax.   I try, but he had left me helpless do do  anything  but
accept  these stimulations.  After a while, I got  so  frustrated
that  I almost start to cry.  I kept thinking he’d  come back  in
any moment, and he’d  take me down and make me cum.  But the time
drags  on and on, and still he didn’t come back.  Gradually,  the
vibrations seemed to become more distant, almost as though I  had
grown  accustomed, or desensitized to them.  Not quite numb,  but
not as responsive to them as I was at first.  I drift in and  out
of a stupor, not quite asleep, but not fully awake.  Time  stands
still,  and  I  no  longer wait eagerly for  him  to  return  and
sexually satisfy me.  I now just wait for him to return to use me
any way he will.

I have lost track of all time and don’t know whether it is day or
night.  The softly lighted room doesn’t give any clue as to  time
or day.  I could have been here for hours, or for days.  I  don’t
know  anymore.  I have only his word for it that my 48  hours  is
not up yet.  Maybe he won’t release me after 48 hours.   Already,
it  seems  as though I have had no existence prior to  this,  and
that  I won’t have any existence after he is through with me.   I
don’t know any reality but this.

Come here, my sweet girl. So lovely and so innocent Let me uncover your sweetness from these evil clothes hiding your beauty from the world. You deserve much more In fact, what you deserve is this refined gag, some exquisite clamps on your drenched lower lips and a thick stick between them.

CHAPTER VI
———-

I was awakened some time later by the squeaking of the cell  door
as it opened.  He told me to get on my hands and knees and  crawl
out.   Once  out, he told me to crawl to the  bathroom  and  make
myself  presentable.   I crawled over to the bathroom,  but  this
time  he didn’t follow me in.  I used the toilet and  washed  up,
cleaning  last night’s slightly smeared make up from my face.   I
wondered why he hadn’t made any sexual use of me at all,  perhaps
he  was homosexual, or maybe I didn’t turn him on.   The  thought
that  I might not be attractive to him caused a strange  sort  of
pain to me.  I wanted him to want me.  I know it sounds  bizarre,
but I wanted him to find me attractive and sexually  stimulating.
I  wanted to feel his hands and his lips on me, and to  feel  him
inside  me.   Brushing my teeth and hair, I hurried back  out  to
join him in front of the fire place.  Now there was a small table
set  out,  with  a  coffee pot,  blueberry  muffins,  and  little
sausages on it.  Without him telling me to, I knelt by his  chair
and  placed my head against his knee.  I noticed a dish,  like  a
pet’s  drinking bowl, in front of the fireplace, near  his  feet.
It seemed to be filled with coffee.  He noticed my look and  told
me  to have a drink.  Shy, embarrassed, but curious, I knelt  and
holding my hair, I cautiously sipped.  It was hot coffee,  creamy
and sweet, just the way I like it!  Astonished, I turned to  face
him  and  he was holding out a piece of blueberry muffin.   As  I
started to reach for it, he told me to open my mouth.  He fed  me
bit  by  bit,  blueberry muffins and little  pieces  of  sausage,
allowing  me to sip my coffee from the dish, until I had eaten  a
filling breakfast.  He was talking to me, telling me I was like a
pet, and that he was going to train me to be a good little pet.

He  told me to stand in front of him, with my legs apart, and  my
hands behind my head.  He leaned forward and taking my breast  in
his mouth, he sucked and licked until my nipple was standing  out
hard and throbbing.  Turning to the other breast, he repeated the
process,  until I felt I could not stand still  another  instant.
He placed of his hands behind me, in my lower back, and slid  the
other  between  my legs, as he was sucking on  my  breasts.   His
fingers,  first one, then two, then three, slid into me.  I  felt
my wetness and knew I was stretching open to meet his entire hand
as  it slipped inside me.  He stood up, keeping his  hand  inside
me,  and  as he looked down at me, quivering and  arching  toward
him,  he  asked me what I wanted.  “Please make love  to  me,”  I
begged, rubbing against his hand.  He told me that wasn’t the way
to  ask.  He said “making love” was not what I wanted, and  asked
me again what I really wanted.  “I want to be fucked” I breathed.
“Please fuck me.”  Chuckling, he withdrew his hand and smeared my
juices  across my breasts before holding his fingers in front  of
my mouth.  “Lick them clean” he commanded.

“So,  you want me to fuck you,” he said.  “How much do  you  want
it?”  “Very much”, I whispered;  “I’ll do anything.”  He reminded
me  that I had already promised to do anything for  him,  anyway,
and  that  he  would fuck me when he was in  the  mood.   In  the
meantime, he said, I should show him how much I wanted to  please
him.   Opening his robe, he pulled out his hard, thick cock,  and
told  me to kiss it.  I knelt and with my hands still  behind  my
head, I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock.  There was
a little drop of fluid on it, and I licked it off with my tongue.
He asked me  if I wanted  to suck it and I nodded.  He told me  I
could use  my hands  to hold it, and that  if I really  wanted to
suck it, I should beg nicely.  I begged him to please let me suck
his beautiful cock.  He said  he would, but that when  he came, I
would have to drink every drop and swallow it.  Ifi even one drop
escaped  my mouth, he would  never touch me again.  I promised to
be very  careful and to catch all of his cum.  He leaned back and
told me I  could now suck and lick him.  I began by kissing it up
and down, running my tongue down the base of his cock, across his
balls, and  back up to  the tip  of his cock.  Licking it, I took
the tip into my mouth  and began to suck on it slowly and deeply,
caressing  his  balls  with  my  hands.  I was  concentrating  on
pleasing  him and making  him want me.  Gradually, I noticed  his
breathing was  getting a  bit more  rapid, and he  was moving his
hips to increase the depth and speed of his cock’s penetration of
my  mouth.  I increased  my  own attention  to his  cock, and his
hands went  around  my head, pushing  my head up and down.  Now I
was  not  sucking his  cock – he  was fucking  my  mouth!  I  was
helpless to do anything but hope that I could handle  it all when
he climaxed.  With almost no warning, I suddenly felt him explode
in my mouth.  Swallowing rapidly, I tried not to  taste it, or to
think about what was going down my throat.  I just  tried to keep
up with  his thrusts and  the fluids bursting  into my  mouth and
throat.  Finally, he  was finished.  His  hands relaxed  from  my
head,  and his  cock began to  shrink and withdraw.  I  was still
licking, sucking, trying to be sure that not one drop escaped, as
he leaned back and said……..

“You’re a pretty good cocksucker.”



CHAPTER V
———

Now I stepped into the shower and began to wash, first shampooing
my  hair, and then soaping my body.  I shaved carefully under  my
arms  and my legs, and then, feeling his eyes on me, I  began  to
cautiously  shave between my legs. Lathering,  shaving,  rinsing,
and  repeating this until the area between my legs was as  smooth
and bare as a baby’s cheek.  Finally, reaching for the douche,  I
placed  the  nozzle  deep  inside me and  began  the  process  of
cleansing my body’s inner secretions.  After that, while still in
the shower, I brushed my teeth and turned the shower off.  He was
standing  there,  leaning  against a wall,  watching  me.   As  I
wrapped  a  towel around my head and stepped out of  the  shower,
drying  my  body,  I began to feel almost relaxed.   I  began  to
realize  that  I had no life other than this, for  the  next  few
hours.   I had no responsibilities but to obey my captor.  I  had
no  decisions or worries except how to please this man who  owned
me  for  this period of time.  I knew I could hide  nothing  from
this  man, either physical or mental, and I knew I would have  no
privacy,  no  barriers,  no walls between  us.   What  a  strange
feeling it is to know that someone else has complete control over
you, and responsilbity for you.  Almost, I felt more free than at
any  other  time  in  my life.  I was  free  to  just  feel,  and
experience, without having to make decisions or observe rules  of
propriety and social behavior.

He  continued  to watch as I brushed my hair and briefly  used  a
blowdryer  and  curling iron (how thoughtfully  he  had  provided
these  items) on it.  Sparingly, I applied cosmetics, and at  his
instruction,  put  them on a bit more heavily than I  would  have
ordinarily.   I applied blusher and eye shadow and lipstick  more
vividly than usual, and I noticed in the mirror that I seemed  to
be sparkling.  How strange. I don’t usually wear much make up  at
all,  and I never realized how attractive I could be with it  on.
Smiling, he handed me a large pair of silver hoop earrings and  I
placed them in my ears.  I sprayed a little cologne on my wrists,
and  dabbed it behind my ears and my knees.  Finished,  I  turned
from  the  mirror  and faced him, my eyes  lowered,  waiting  his
approval.   “You’re beautiful” he whispered, and lifting my  chin
with  his hand, he kissed me and put his arms around me.  I  felt
drawn into him like a breath, and knew that whatever he wanted, I
would do, not because I was scared, but because I felt he knew me
inside and out, and that I belonged to him.

We went out into the larger room, and he led me over to the chair
by  the fireplace.  With his hands pressing my shoulders, I  sank
to the floor by the chair, sitting with my legs tucked under  me,
resting  on my hands, while he lit the fireplace.  He  came  over
and sat down on the chair, and took both my hands in his.  Gently
he  began to rub lotion into my tender, swollen wrists.  He  told
me  that I would not always like the things he did to me, or  the
things he required me to do.  He said that was not important.  He
told  me that I didn’t have to like it – but I had to do it.   No
arguments,  no  hesitation, no resistance.   Just  obedience  and
service  was all that was expected of me.  He put a wide  leather
collar  around my throat, and placed similar leather cuffs on  my
wrists and ankles, and told me that wearing these was an  outward
show of my wish to obey and please him.

Warm, in front of the fire, my eyes grew heavy and I began to  be
afraid that I was going to fall asleep.  He noticed this and  led
me over to the cell in the corner.  Telling me to get down on  my
knees,  he  pointed into the cell and told me to  enter  and  lie
down.   I crawled into it on my hands and knees.  It  wasn’t  big
enough  for  me  to fully lie down, so I had to sort  of  curl  a
little.   He tossed a soft blanket into the cell and told  me  to
sleep a while, and he closed the door with a clang and went  back
to  his  chair by the fireplace.  Sleepily I watched  him  for  a
moment, before I fell into a dreamless, exhausted sleep.

CHAPTER IV
———-

The  first rule was that I was not speak unless asked a  question
or  told to speak, and that I was not to ask him  anything  about
himself – his name, occupation, age, NOTHING.

The  second  rule  was that I had to know that for  the  next  48
hours,  everything  I said and did would be  recorded  and  video
taped.

I would have to be cooperative and eager to please in every  way.
I  would  be expected to answer any questions fully  and  without
hesitation,  and I would be required to actively  participate  in
the  activities  in which I would be involved for  the  next  two
days.
He  told me that now he was going to untie my hands, and I  would
be  given a chance to shower and make myself presentable.   After
he  freed my hands, I rubbed them and he walked over to a door  I
hadn’t  previously  noticed, and opened it.  Inside  was  a  full
bathroom, with a shower and a sunken tub, a toilet, a  washbasin,
etc.  He pointed out a new toothbrush, still in its package,  and
toothpaste,   my  favorite  brand.   I  wondered  if  it  was   a
coincidence, or if he somehow knew what I liked.  On the dressing
table  was a hairbrush, cosmetics, even my favorite cologne.   By
now  I was beginning to suspect that this man knew more about  me
than  I  could  have imagined.  He told me  to  shower,  and  get
totally  cleaned  up for him, inside and out.  He pointed  out  a
razor and told me to shave completely for him – underarms,  legs,
and  pubic areas.  He told me he expected me to douche, as  well,
and I saw the disposable douch sitting by the tub.  I waited  for
him to leave the bathroom so that I could do these things, but he
told  me  to commence immediately – that he was going  to  watch.
Still, I stood there, hesitant.  He asked what I was waiting for.
I  asked him if he could leave for just a minute, so I could  use
the  toilet.   He reminded me that for the next 48 hours,  I  was
going  to be on display totally, and told me to use it  with  him
there.  I couldn’t do that.  He told me to SIT!, so I sat on  the
toilet.   I just couldn’t pee with him watching.  He told  me  to
either  do it or be aware that 48 hours could become  indefinite.
I sat there embarrassed and miserable, and finally, after a  long
time,  it  began to trickle out, then become a  deafening  steady
stream.  Finished, I wiped myself dry and stood up, flushing  the
toilet.

Oh, my sweet girl, your red dress you put on today is so sexy I can feel the fire starting down my crotch. I simply have to touch you up like a filthy whore, pressing your head against the bed. Now what do we have here? A sweet chocolate hole, a perfect place to pierce with my little plug Let’s make it dirtier then, undress, you slut, and put that blindfold on I don’t want you to see what I have for you before it’s time…

CHAPTER III
———–

I didn’t know if he was still in the room or if he had really gone.  I
didn’t know if there was a window or some way he could keep me in sight.
So I just stood there, with my arms over my head, trying not to cry or
struggle.  After a long while in total silence, I knew I couldn’t take it
much longer.  I didn’t care what the penalty might be, I tried to free
myself.  I had tried holding my breath, to see if I could hear other
breathing in the room.  So I tried to work my wrists free.  It almost
seemed as though the rope was stretching a bit.  My wrists and my entire
body, began to sweat wit the exertion of this attempt.  I was able to use
my arms to push my blindfold down, so I could see my surroundings.  I was
standing on my toes, trying to reach the knots with my teeth, trying to
pull my wrists through the ropes, anything I could think of to free myself.
Nothing worked.  Exhausted, panting, I gave up and stood there wearily,
wondering what was going to happen to me next.

Looking around, I could see that I was in a fairly large room, no windows,
only one door.  The walls and floor were covered with soft beige/gold
carpeting.  There was a fireplace and in front of it a large comfortable
looking chair.  So far, so good.  Then I looked behind me.  In one corner
of the room was what looked like a jail cell, or a cage.  It was about four
or five feet square, and about six feet high.  Black iron bars.  On the
wall near it I saw an assortment of whips, belts, leather straps which I
later learned where collars and cuffs of all sizes and types, blindfolds,
handcuffs, and many more items.  I’d already figured out this guy wasn’t
just going to rape me and let me go.  But now I was really terrified.

Again, I began to struggle, to try to free myself.  My wrists were
beginning to be scraped and bruised from trying to get loose.  I wasn’t
concerned about my wrists.  I was frightened that if I didn’t get away,
this guy might really hurt me or even kill me.  After totally exhausting
myself, I finally gave up and just stood there, waiting for whatever was
going to happen to happen.

Ood though it sounds, I may have actualy dosed off for a few minutes, when
I felt a slight draft and heard the soft sound of a door closing.
Startled, I looked up, right into the face of my captor.  Since I didn’t
have my glasses on, I couldn’t see very well.  I could see he was tall,
with dark hair and a mustache.  And he was grinning!  Alarmed, I realized
that he would know that I had defied his warning not to struggle, since
obviously, my wrists were red and raw, and my blindfold had been pushed
down around my neck.  He approached, and with arms crossed across his
chest, he looked me up and down in an appraising way.

He told me that he had been watching me for the past thre hours on a remote
video display, and that my struggles had been recorded for posterity on a
video tape.  He said that everyone has to have a chance to try to escape
and realize it is futile.  Once it is “out of your system” he said, a
captive becomes much more eager to please and more resigned to the
situation.

Now he told me that he had a few rules that we were going to discuss.  He
said he had done this many, many times before, and that I was not going to
get away.  He promised that if I was obedient and pleasing to him, he would
release me after 48 hours.  If, however, I was disobedient or failed to
please him in any way, my captivity would continue indefinitely.



You’ve been a sleazy little whore, my girl, and I’ll give you a real hard time for that now On your knees, kiss the hand of your mistress, and maybe you will win my mercy. Or maybe not. What a juicy ass do we have here And those tits are really lovely. There there, I won’t be too harsh, just some fingering and a deep penetration…

CHAPTER II
———-

I don’t know how long the drive lasted.  It seemed like hours, but it might
only have been a few minutes.  I may never know where I was taken.  He
played a radio low, but didn’t talk to me again during the drive.

When the van stopped, so did my heart.  I felt now that he was going to
rape me.  I heard him come around to the back of the van and open it.  For
a long time, I felt him staring at me.  Then I heard a small “pop” and
around the edges of my blindfold I saw a flash of light.  He was taking
pictures of me spread open, tied and helpless in his van.  Then I felt his
hands at my ankle, and the rope was loosened.  He released my other ankle,
and gently rubbed each one, restoring the circulation which had been
slightly impeded.  Although he released my wrists from being bound over my
head, he kept them tied together as he sat me up and helped me slide out of
the van.  I was outside the van, nude and blindfolded, with my wrists tied
in front of me and a gag in my mouth.  I felt cold cement under my bare
feet, but I couldn’t tell if I was in a garage, or a carport, or out on a
public street.  I listened carefully to see if I could hear any sounds at
all which might help me identify the place later.  By now, he was leading
me slowly.  He kept walking, guilding me until we came to three cold cement
steps, which we climbed, and through a door I heard him unlock and open.

I now felt a carpeted floor under my feet, and a warmer temperature, so I
knew we were in a house or building of some kind.  From somewhere I could
hear the faint sound of a clock ticking, and I wondered how long I’d been
his prisoner.  Still he guided me further, and I heard another door softly
open.  Now he told me there were some steps, and as he went before me,
helping me down the steps, I lost even the sound of the clock ticking away
in the distance.  After 11 steps, we were again on a flat surface and he
guided me only a few feet further.

He pulled my bound wrists upward, and attached them to a rope which was
already hanging down from the ceiling.  Warning me not to make a sound, he
pulled the cloth from my mouth, allowing me to breathe deeply and to wet my
lips with my tongue.  He ran his hands down my body, cupping my breasts and
tweeking the nipples.  Down over my belly, to my thighs, and between my
thighs.  Again, I heard the pop and knew he was photographing me from every
angle.  After awhile, he stopped touching me and photographing me, and I
think he just stood there and started at me for awhile.  Then he told me
that he had some things to take care of, and he’d be back later.  He told
me not to go away.  Chuckling, he left the room and I heard a door close
behind him.

Hell, this is hot Just take a look at what this fishnet-clad lady does with the poor young girl here. This is experience clad in a mean black outfit Fingers, clips and all kinds of toys take their turn in the girlie holes, and the young slut loves obeying the kinky mind of her dominating lady.

She was a queen of that pen, and she wanted her loyal maid to come and serve the finest oral delights with her diligent tongue. She watched the subservient hottie crawl towards her royal twat, clad in red, making her way through the natural textures. She shivered as the tongue touched her clit, thinking of new orders she would give her sub who indulged in drinking water like the animal she was.

ABDUCTING HER

CHAPTER I
———

I had just got home from work, about 10:00 pm on Friday night, and was
looking forward to a long, hot bath and getting to bd.  I parked my car in
the carport and as I turned away, I felt myself grabbed from behind, and
held by a strong arm, a hand across my mouth.  A low male voice told me not
to scream and not to fight, or I’d get hurt.  However, the man told me that
if I cooperated fully, no serious harm would come to me and he would let me
go when he was finished.  He asked if I understood and I nodded.  Slowly he
lowered his hand from my mouth and told me not to turn around and not to
say anything.  He told me to take off my glasses and hand them to him,
which I did.  He took my purse from me and put my glasses in it.  He put a
blindfold around my eyes and told me to kneel there in the carport.  I did
so.  I heard a car being opened and then closed.  Then, he was back and
helped me to stand.  He led me a few feet, and I heard the should of a car
door opening again.  He helped me inside a van and told me to sit.  He got
in, closing the door after himself.  He reminded me not to fight or resist
in any way, and then he started opening my blouse.  I was shivering from
cold, fear, anticipation.  He pushed the blouse down off my shoulders and
slid it down my arms, until it was completely off.  He told me to kneel,
and as I did so, he unfastened my skirt and slid it down my hips, to my
knees.  He started peeling my pantyhose down over my hips, and then told me
to lie down on my back.  After I did that, he finished removing my skirt
and pantyhose, leaving me lying there on my back, cold and frightened.  I
was thinking that I should just keep quiet and let him have sex with me,
and then he’d let me go.  I felt the van rocking a bit as he moved around
in it.  I gasped as he took my leg over to the side, and secured the rope
to something, and repeated it with my left ankle.  He kept talking in his
low voice, reminding me that I had agreed to be cooperative and he had
agreed not to hurt me – much.  My wrists he bound together and ran a rope
up between them, pulling me out straight.  Then he put a cloth in my mouth.
He told me he couldn’t take any chances on my making noises.  I felt him
leave the van, and heard a distant car door slam.  Soon I felt the weight
of someone as they got into the driver’s side of the van and the motor
started.

Look how the mean blonde attacks the restrained redhead lying on the bed She’s absolutely helpless under the assault of the dominating blonde who uses lots of tricks to control her victim. She licks, she uses steel clips, she pounds the helpless slit with a strapon, she ties her with chains, she rides her face and tongue-kisses the victim a real femdom fury

This is simply irresistible An ass that sexy, spread in the air with the slut’s hands restrained with firm steel chains. A lovely can’t-miss opportunity This beauty makes me so damn horny I think I’ll gather all the poking toys I got and fuck the brains of this bitch out. I’m in love with her body twisting suspended like that