A month ago she hadn’t even liked the idea of anal sex. Three weeks of edging only when she was being stimulated there had completely reprogrammed her mind. He knew it wouldn’t be long until the plug alone would get her there. And then he’d break the news she was going to be an anal only denial slut.
Just what her husband had ordered.
Only being allowed stimulation with permission and for the pleasure of others creates some wonderful possibilities.
Strapped tightly into a medical table, legs spread obscenely widely in stirrups, Sir’s pussy spread open lewdly. A nurse wheels a fucking machine into the room and cheerfully announces that we are now ready to begin this morning’s treatment, while she busily adjusts the machine.
They’ve measured my responses to this machine several times before and have discovered the settings where my responses please SIr the most. They’ve found the exact speed and placement where the machine provides enough stimulation to make me ache more than I thought possible, while keeping it just barely a hair under a level where I would get any relief. A slow rhythmic fucking that fuels the desperation in me, building the need higher and higher. Relentlessly. Mechanically. With no regard for how it makes me beg and cry.
A fucking machine is the perfect treatment for a toy like me. It never gets tired and it never needs a break. Just relentless teasing carefully designed to drive me insane. Tease toys don’t need any pleasure for themselves.
The worst part of it all is how when they finally stop the emptiness is so overwhelming that I can’t help but beg, sometimes for hours for them to bring it back and start all over.
Oh yum. I love how you write!
With a nice coating of massage or coconut oil, your fingers can glide effortlessly over your smooth pussy.
That’s good because you still have 43 minutes of this left without cumming before I pull up your panties and send you on your way.
“There you go. Riding reins for my lovely lamb. Now you’re ready for your Master to fuck.”
She grunted through the rope-bit between her teeth as he pulled inexorably back on the “reins”, drawing her up from balancing forward on her elbows to a kneeling position.
Her bound wrists dangled uselessly from the rope around her neck, and on her knees, she resembled a dog begging for a treat. The rope-bit peeled her lips back awkwardly, and he held the ends of it behind her. It was, he informed her, so he could put her through her paces. Exercise her as his sex slave.
She felt a cool rush of air that came from having her skirt flipped up to expose her bare bottom and pussy. There was no underwear to hinder access to her holes. As a bad girl who left large wet spots on the crotch of her panties, she wasn’t permitted to wear panties.
She groaned as his cock pushed into her channel without any preliminaries. Her excitement when he began to tie her wrists tightly together and loop the rope over the back of her neck had sufficiently lubricated her to receive his cock.
He bunched together the excess rope from her reins and whipped her with the tail.
“Agghh!”
He made shallow thrusts inside her as he whipped her bottom with the coarse strands of rope. The way his cock stroked inside her made her eyes close, but when he spoke, she opened them again.
“Your roommate is home, my pet lamb,” he said suddenly.
He had fucked her into a daze, and she hadn’t even heard the heavy door bang open and slam shut. She whimpered in distress – softly. Her body became instantly fevered as she realized the slapping of his groin against her bottom, the sound of his cock sluicing in and out of her juices, and the creak of bedsprings were very clearly audible through the thin walls of the apartment. On top of that – the sharp crack of the rope that he continued to swing upon her ass.
“Shall I call her in to observe?” he asked her conversationally as he pumped his cock into her. “She may find it educational in understanding how to handle you.”
She kept silent, swallowing her moan of humiliation. Even so, she didn’t pray for him to finish quickly and spend in her. She knew even if he came, he could still find use for her body. And oh, how well – how thorough and hard – he used it!
“She could assist us with operating the camera. Handheld footage can be so much more explicit. Intimate.”
He pushed her forward to lean on her elbows while he whipped the rope down on her and kept fucking her.
She mewled, a small, degrading sound that always came from her throat when she submitted to him. He described it to her as a bleating, which was why he sometimes called her his lamb.
He pulled the reins again and hauled her upright. He was driving his cock into her at a brisk, energetic rhythm that made her braless breasts bounce vigorously beneath her blouse. He liked for each of their videos to feature moments where her breasts were forcefully and graphically jiggled – either having her do it for him as a degrading performance, or doing it to her.
“Tell the camera the truth about yourself now.”
“I like being spanked and whipped, pleeeeeeease! More! Unnhhh god Master please!” Her speech was completely garbled by the bit and her drool and her heavy breathing, really she sounded like no more than an animal, but he, having heard her in such a state many times before, was adept at understanding her…..
It’s been a busy couple of weeks for me, so you have to imagine my sheer and utter delight to read these caption call submissions! Thank you to everyone who took the time to write something – I read these at the end of a long day and they were, well, just what I needed.
Be sure to check out all the captions submitted for Caption Call #3: The Pet in the notes for this post!
My favorite submission for Caption Call #3: The Pet is the story of Charlotte and Tiff by boundingthecities. It is scorching hot–and the sexual humiliation is the exact brand that get me wet. There’s a slow build in this story that had me panting by the end, and this isn’t an exaggeration, trembling to read more.
Read the complete story here, give the author lots of love, and beg for more! I did 🙂
It’s that time again!
Ready for another round of caption call? You can view and read the first two caption calls here.
Caption Call #3: The Pet
This is a photo I was planning to write a fuck puppy story for, but for some reason I just couldn’t think of anything to write for it. Still, I kept this photo in my drafts for a long time.
Now, I am turning it over to you. I hope someone will be inspired to write a caption for it!
Reblog this photo post with your caption, or if you prefer, leave your caption in a comment on my blog post (leaving me a way to get in touch with you). At the end of this month, I’ll reblog my favorite story caption to share it with everyone.
The goal, as always, is more erotica for everyone!
So, if you please, what story stirs in your mind when viewing this photo? What can she expect? What commands will her Master/Owner give her? What will happen next? Happy writing, all!
Charlotte got a text just before her shift ended: “dont take bus. coming to pick you up bb.”
(This is Part 3 of one of the most humiliating stories I’ve written. Here’s Part 1, Part 2. I think this storyline has been increasing in degrees of utter humiliation. Fiction and all.)
“Mmmmmmnhphh! Nnnghhh!”
The muffled squeals were hardly a disturbance, but even so, Tara hauled on the nipple clamps chain, issuing a little nonverbal warning.
She was sitting on top of her roommate’s face, enjoying the intensely pleasurable sensations of Rosie’s busy mouth and tongue. Rosie’s Master had provided appropriate training tools to be used on Rosie. Tara had elected to place Rosie in a yoke, which locked her hands out to either side of her head. Rosie’s feet were tied apart, her thighs spread wide.
Tara liked how Rosie’s Master would “ride” her as part of her exercise, so she added nipple clamps that she could tug on like little reins to get Rosie to do what she wanted.
Rosie did take direction so well.
And of course Rosie was still wearing her jeweled plug. That was necessary. Rosie was being trained to climax from anal penetration.
Tara had come home after a long day to find Rosie sitting there on the sofa watching a pointless reality TV show. Tara could certainly find better uses for her than that.
She stripped Rosie naked except for the plug and yoked her. Now she was squatting over Rosie’s face, being licked and tongued to pleasure. Tara’s head was flung back, her eyes half closed.
The sensations were very gratifying of course, but watching Rosie’s body writhe, her soft limbs quivering as her legs strained and bucked ineffectively, and rubbing her pussy over Rosie’s face because she could – that really ramped up Tara’s arousal.
She leaned over Rosie and fingered her roommate’s slick cunt. Such a dirty girl, Rosie was. Always leaking so copiously down her legs and on any surface she sat on.
“You may be our Professor’s lamb, but you’re my little fuck pig, aren’t you? Yes you are, you’re so wet,” she cooed, teasing Rosie’s clit with a finger. Her clit was engorged, a tempting button Tara delighted in pushing. She gave it a little tweak and caught her breath at how this spurred her little pet fuck pig to tongue her cunt even more frantically.
Tara leaned forward and kissed Rosie’s cunt, giving it a couple of good licks. Maybe she could ask their professor if they should pierce Rosie’s labia. Two piercings, so her cunt could be locked up. Or maybe little bells, so they could hear if Rosie tried to play with herself.
Tara shuddered and came again, gasping for air and crying, “Good Rosie! Good fuck pig!”
She encouraged Rosie to lick her to another two orgasms before easing off to lie beside her roommate. She snuggled up to Rosie’s sweaty body, hooking her leg over Rosie’s and bringing her knee up to press against Rosie’s wet cunt.
Tara propped herself up on one elbow. Her other hand roamed freely over Rosie’s body, then returning to play with her clamped nipples. She unclamped Rosie’s nipples, which made her shriek, and then put them on again. On and off, on and off until Rosie was shaking her breasts back and forth trying to shake the clamps off. Silly girl.
“Would you like to come, Rosie?” Tara cooed in Rosie’s ear, licking the pink shell and putting her tongue inside. She loved how she could do whatever she wanted to Rosie! Best toy ever.
“Yes, Ms. Hastings,” the poor dear sobbed. “Please let me come.”
“Here, you can rub yourself on my knee, how about that?” Tara kissed Rosie’s face all over; she was really just too dear. She kissed Rosie’s lips and then eased back. “But for the rest of the night, you have to be a good little fuck pig for me, okay? You’ll be Rosie the fuck pig, won’t you? Oink twice for yes, Ma’am.”
Rosie’s face blanched and then turned bright red. She was already moving her cunt back and forth on Tara’s knee, grinding her clit down.
“Do you understand, little fuck pig?”
“Oink, oink,” Rosie said.
Tara squeezed Rosie’s tits and pressed her knee up higher into Rosie’s cunt. “So good.”
She was so pleased, she slithered down Rosie’s body and put each of her hands on Rosie’s knees, pinning them down, and lapped at Rosie’s cunt, sucking and tonguing. Rosie’s body tightened and bucked and she cried out in sheer ecstasy.
Tara lifted her head. “Remember, you’re Rosie the fuck pig,” she said warningly. “When you’re close to coming, you better sound like it.”
“Oink, oink!”
It didn’t take long. Rosie oinked like a good little pig and came, squealing. Tara loved the sound so much, she took out Rosie’s favorite vibrator and used it on her through three more squealing orgasms.
He came into the house, hot, sweaty, dusty. After he went to the fridge and chugged what must have been a gallon of cold water, he splashed some water on his face at the sink.
His girl was sitting curled up on the sofa, serenely reading a book, looking cool and pretty as a picture in a breezy sundress. Hair plaited prettily in a single braid curling over her bared shoulder. An empty bowl on the coffee table showed the remnants of strawberry ice cream.
He stalked over to her. He was semi-hard already.
“Let’s go. Time for you to visit the barn,” he growled.
She looked up at him, took in the seething state he was in. He didn’t wait for her to respond, just pulled her to her feet and began heading out the door again.
She had to run a little to keep pace with him as he lead her across the yard in the direction of the bar. At this hour of the day, everyone was cooling off indoors or in the shade somewhere, and the barn was empty, save for his horse.
“Strip,” he said darkly, as soon as he pulled the door closed behind them. “And no talking. I don’t need your mouth for that; I need my fuck toy. You know the rules.”
His girl did know his rules. No talking in the barn meant no words at all. Only noises he permitted from her were cries of pain or pleasure.
She stripped quickly enough and was holding her dress in one hand by the time he turned back to her with the equipment he wanted. He took the dress from her and tossed it over a stall. She was obediently nude under the dress; generally he kept her easily accessible at all times.
He examined her freshly pierced nipples, thumbing them gently, and nodded approvingly.
“By next week these will be all healed up and I can string these tits up by your nipples,” he said.
His girl shuddered.
He had dragged out a chair from the tack room. He held a long wood dildo on its seat and beckoned her over.
Her pretty mouth bowed down at the corners, but she squatted over it and slowly lowered herself onto the unyielding wood. She paused when she had taken most of it into her, hovering in place, her face flinching.
“You’ve got another inch and a half, two inches. I want your butt in this chair or you’re going over my knee and taking my belt.”
With a little moan, and with his hand pressing down on her shoulder, she sank all the way down with a lusty plop. Her pussy provided plenty of lubrication.
It was an old-fashioned, roughly hewn wooden chair. When he lined her ankles up with each leg and strapped them off, it spread her pussy lips open.
He paused to bring out the standing mirror from the tack room so she could see for herself how her pussy was stretched around the base of the dildo. Its girth was such that she couldn’t quite clench her muscles around it. She could also see her juices leaking around it, staining the wood. He liked for her to see how excited she got when he treated her to his dominance over her.
Her arms were bound behind her back and secured at the wrists and elbows. Two leather straps hugged her torso and waist to the chair. She wasn’t going anywhere.
Then he took out thin cords of leather and began circling them around the base of her breasts.
One loop. Two loops. Three. Then back around her neck. Then inexorable pulling that tightened the cords, cinching her breasts and raising them higher on her chest…hefting them a good inch or two higher. He tied off the cords somehow so her neck was collared and hoisting up her breasts.
When he stepped away from blocking the mirror, she gave a little sob to see how swollen her breasts were. How obscenely they bulged in their little bondage nooses.
He pulled his handkerchief from his back pocket and dragged it through her cunt. His girl was cooperative; she saturated it rather thoroughly in her juices. Wadding it up, he packed the drenched cotton square into her mouth, ignoring her grimace and shame.
Her breasts filled his roughly calloused hands. His hands closed, slowly. Squeezing. She squealed and bucked in the chair but didn’t have a prayer of shaking him off.
“Look at these fat peaches,” he said hotly, watching the mirror. “Look how hard your nipples are.”
He kept squeezing her breasts like he was trying to inflate them by pumping a bulb. She gave a little shriek and drummed her feet uselessly on the floor. All she did was manage to disturb some of the hay strewn on the ground and paint the bottom of her toes gray from dirt and dust.
Her breasts felt rock hard and throbbing. The skin was so taut, he couldn’t quick pinch her breasts, though he endeavored to do so, eliciting more screeches. He palmed her tits and jiggled them, rubbing them together avidly while she screamed and shook her shoulders and quivered like an anxious horse.
“Peaches is a good horse name for you,” he whispered to her, sucking on her nipples. “You’re going to be my filly, aren’t you, Peaches? You’ll take my bit in your mouth and pull a cart for me, won’t you? Yeah, you’d like a nice long tail plugging your dirty bottom hole. Look at you. You’re so hot to trot.” He rubbed her clit, trailed fingers through the wet folds of her cunt.
“You’d have a stall all of your own. After I teach you how, you’d win pony races for me, wouldn’t you? Your racing name would be Fat Peaches, but everyone who loves you will just call you Peaches. Everyone will love you.“
He fetched the wooden rod he’d made for her. It was short, a bit longer than the average ruler, rigid but still light enough to be whippy. He ran the rod over the tops and sides and bottoms of her suspended breasts, rubbing and tapping gently while she drew in gusty breaths of air through her nose.
"Head up, eyes forward, filly,” he ordered, and waited for her to comply.
With a sob, she raised her head to meet her eyes in the mirror. Doing so pulled the cords, tightening them on her breasts and hiking them up. Her face was red. Her pussy was dripping steadily.
“Pretty as a picture, Peaches,” he said, admiring his girl’s reflection. His sharp eyes took in everything. The spreading wet stain between her legs. The subtle strain in her thighs as she tried to lift herself up on the dildo speared into her and tried to fuck it. Maybe he ought to call her Shameless, he thought with a wry grin. He took in the way her trapped breasts jiggled from her harsh breathing. The agony and anticipation on her face.
He walked behind her and cradled her head against his arm and shoulder. His hand wrapped around her jaw, holding her gag in and keeping her head held back so she wouldn’t be tempted to sag down.
When her eyes met his in the mirror, he rapped the rod sharply against the side and raised bottom of her breast. She screamed something high-pitched and wordless. He did it again, swatting the protruding tit from the bottom, bouncing it up with the baton. He gave her ten such whacks on the underside of her tit before switching to the other one. Not exceptionally hard strikes, but then again, her breasts were incredibly sensitive in their bound state. She was in a frenzy to evade the whippy rod, even though all her bouncing around only made her tits hurt more.
He laid ten each across the hard tops, then ended with five each down the middle. Sometimes he delivered the raps in quick succession; other times he paused to let each one sink into her skin.
She was practically hysterical when he stopped and put the rod aside. When he touched her breasts, massaging, she screamed and cried. He knelt between her legs and kissed her weeping pussy; throughout her ordeal, she had kept dribbling her excitement.
He unzipped himself and pulled out his cock. Took out her gag. Taking hold of her shoulders, he tipped her chair forward so it was balanced on two legs, and her face met his groin. She knew what to do. She sucked his balls gently into her mouth one at a time, kissing and tonguing them.
When his hands tightened on her shoulders, she took him into her mouth and down her throat in one go. He face fucked her slowly by tipping her back and forth in the chair. Five turns down her throat and he came with a bellow, spurting cum into her mouth. He tipped her upright, letting the chair thump back onto four legs, and spewed the last jets of seed onto her tied up tits.
He cut through the cords after that, kissing and curling his tongue around her nipples soothingly as his thumbs gently smoothed his cum into her skin.
“Thank you, babe,” he sighed.
He made short work of untying her, then switched their positions, sitting in the chair and cradling her in his lap. He twisted the dildo inside of her, making her squirm, and pumped it in and out of her, shallowly at first, then withdrawing more of it to plunge it into her sopping cunt.
“Come for me, babe.”
He seated the dildo to its hilt as she spasmed around it, climaxing with a keening cry. She was red-faced and teary, her hair sweaty around her face. He cuddled her closer to his chest and swallowed her cry when he eased the dildo out of her and let it drop to the floor.
“Let’s go back to the house,” he whispered, fingers playing in her slick folds, “and I’ll fill this pretty pussy up with cum after I spank it some. How about that, sweetheart?”
She curled her arms around his neck and nodded into his chest. “Yes. Oh yes."
Oh my! Such a screamer! That poor, poor girl! >:-}
Good morning.
You like this? Good.
What? No, you can’t come.
Why? Because I want you wet and wriggling when you give me my morning blowjob.
Make her look, let her see just how swollen and red her aching clit is. Expose it to the air so she feels how wet she is.
And then tell her it needs a day to recover.
No touching.’
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