The "Candysnatchers"

From the film "The Candysnatchers". A post that was originally targeted for the messageboard on "Brians Page", but not able to do so. Brian's horde are a group of people who are fans of bondage in mainstream films. The link is in my link section for those wishing to check it out.

A moment to thank our vets today. They are the reason we live in a country that protects free speech such as the drivel in this blog. I do not take that for granted. Happy Memorial Day.

Rough Sex

It seemed simple enough. A woman I have chatted online with for months. Liked to roleplay rough sex scenarios. Finally we both worked up the nerve to meet for real. A crowded bar she said she would be dressed in a white blouse and a black skirt. My favourite. No smalltalk...all business. That's what we joked about and that is the approach I took. So the surprise in her eyes when I said, "I have a room ready for us...let's go" did not phase me too much. What surprised me though was the fact that she was obviously terribly drunk. Perhaps working up the nerve to do what she was about to do. I pulled her out of her chair by her upper arm and she left agreeably with me out of the bar.
Immediately upon entering the hotel room I tossed her on the bed and tied her hands behind her back. She played her role well. Quite a bit more sober now her questions of my sanity were quickly turning toward screams for help. She was great. Head swinging back and forth violently as I gagged her well.
I ripped open her blouse and began to do just what she requested I do in our conversations online for months. She resisted and faught me a while longer but soon her body started to react to my greedy intrusions.
She came and came again. And when I thought it not possible, she shuddered in spasm yet again. Both our bodies well spent, I released her. She staggered and with tear stained eyes gathered her clothes and the best she could she put herself back together. She looked at me and was going to say something I think, when she just looked down at the floor and slowly left the room.

"No smalltalk", I quipped as she left. "I like that".

It was the next day that I received an email from my beautiful victim. It read like this, "So sorry I could not meet you. Second thoughts. So wrong. Please forgive me. I just can't". Horrorstruck I tried to email her back. A return email saying the account did not exist. I never heard from her again. I only think about her from time to time now. Still I will be haunted forever wondering if that email was not a lie. We all have skeletons in our closet. Some of us just need a bigger closet I believe.

Department Store

Woke up with a hard on. Some coffee; breakfast...on with the day. Cannot deny the lust. An itch that has to be scratched. To damned with a long shower. Out of the house I go.

The mall. Quiet morning. Doors just opening. A beautiful girl in a men's department. Eye contact. She is do damn cute. Will she have me. Will she have me now? Asking her where the fitting rooms are. A reason to flirt with her.

Trying on some clothes. So quiet. A massive hard on raging in my shorts. Too much to hope for...yet...perhaps asking her for help? Perhaps pretending I cannot get the door open? Yet she laughed at my wit when I flirted with her. Such a dreamer I am.

Yet been in the fitting room a long time. Calming down...reality...get a grip. But then she calls to me. Asks if I am ok. Instictively...I answer, "I'm so embarrassed. The door is locked and I cannot get out. Can you give it a try from that side"? My heart races. Roll the dice? I must...I must.
The door opens. Me wearing nothing but my shorts and all too apparent wood. She does not run away. She licks her lips. I grab her upper arm and pull her into the room. I press her against the wall. She whispers in a panic, "Not here...not here...please...not here".

I lift her arms over her head and spin her around. Her back to me I hold her arms trapped high with one hand and my other is under her skirt beginning to pull down her panties. I move her legs apart with my foot and she now resists little as I hike up her skirt and pull down my shorts. The tip of my rod follows the trail of excitement that has dripped down her legs. Her love muscles grabbing me like a vice. Like two puzzle pieces going together. Everything fitting just right. I take her eager body quickly...a man with a non negotiable need. Her body is attentive and willing. A lustful woman with a need to satisfy herself quickly and the need to do so for fear of losing her job.

Soon sweet blissful relief. I bite my lip respectful of keeping our deed hidden. Her body shakes quickly afterword. Quick quiet gasps escape her lips. She takes one quick moment to stroke my cheek with her hand then quickly puts herself together and briskly walks to the salesfloor.

Myself now satisfied. Thinking that the fitting room had provided quite a good fit indeed.

Full Time Fantasy

She was a passionate woman I met in a chatroom online. She trusted me enough to share her dark fantasy. She then trusted me enough to help her live it.

Her desire was to was to be the object of a staged abduction with two men doing the dirty deed. In her fantasy she was to be the object of desire at a white slave auction and treated as such. I agreed.

So the stage was set and it did not take me long to find a friend to be my partner for her wild night. She knew we were going to help her, but did not know what evening it would be. So when my friend and I pounced on her she put up quite a fight for awhile.
But, once bound and gagged she tested their effectiveness and calmed to await what came next. She knew, of course, because she told me just how she wished to be treated in such a predicament. She told me just how sensitive the nipples on her ample breasts would be. I teased them mercilessly the same time my partner was finishing stripping her of her panties. I pinched and played with her nipples until they stood in full erection. She moaned and twisted...but she knew I had promised to bring nipple clamps connected to a chain. I pulled on the chain and she squeeled and pulled at her bonds as my hand teased her clit. She was soaked and quite ready as she watched my eager partner tying lengths of ropes to the bedposts. We each had our way with her. Myself going last, her body shook with orgasm signaling her delight with the way the events were going so far.

I retied her ankles and hogtied her in case she felt her fantasy was over. Her spent body twisted with curiosity as I took photos of her beautiful bound nude body and fed the camera disk into the laptop computer we had brought with us. We let her see the way a photo of her appeared on the screen and pretended we were arranging for her sale. She softly moaned as various prices were discussed.
She strongly resisted as we dragged her to a van that was waiting outside. No doubt she did not think we would play out her fantasy to a point where we would be transporting her somewhere. Not to mention being loaded into a van while naked. My partner drove while her and I were in the backseat. I yanked on the chain clamped to her nipples and she obediantly layed down on the seat so her gagged face would not be seen by oncoming traffic. Once safely away she motioned with her head to be ungagged and I complied. She pleaded with me, "this is great, but is going a bit too far...let's stop this". I told her to relax. That she would love what is coming next. She tried to sit upright, but I pulled her back down by her chain where her face was very close to my lap. I then began to play with body in ways I knew she would respond..."no..please don't...not here" she whimpered. But her body was already beginning to respond as I was lowering my pants to my waist. I exposed fully just how much I was also enjoying her fantasy. I grabbed the back of her head and she objected as I pulled her close to my aching rod. She started to yelp and fight, but i grabbed the chain hard and she was atop me soon enough. She softly said, "Ok...but let me go when we are done." She dived on my rod and passionately worked me to a frenzy. My hands were also feeling her intimate area and the farther I intruded the more intense her tongue worked. Not able to take anymore I violently exploded deep in her mouth. She gladly swallowed every drop and licked me clean. After catching her breath she asked that we turn back. To take her home.


Instead I shoved her gag back into her mouth and silenced her quickly. I dragged her now panic stricken body to that back of the van and placed her into a crate. I hogtied her and sealed the lid shut. Where we were going, I could not risk detection.

She was furious when we reached our destination. But playtime was over. I unbound her ankles and led her into a warehouse. She stood in shock. Scores of women on a stage. Men gathering around bidding. She struggled and cried as I dragged her toward an entry point. The man at the counter scolded me. "You know these women are supposed to be sedated"! I told him that she seemed to be enjoying the experience until now. She squirmed and screamed into her gag as the man handed me an injection needle to use on her.

Soon she was also on stage. We stood and watched as a large oriental man pawed at her breasts and rubbed his hand over her womanhood. The drugs had seemed to take effect as she resisted little as he unchained her from a ceiling beam and pulled her arms behind her back while he applied his personal shackles. He led her off the stage by her upper arm. Her toes barely touching ground; he was so strong. Our eyes met for a moment until she was out of sight. Her old life gone...and new one just beginning.

Darkest Fantasy

This morning I had what may be the darkest fantasy I ever had. It begins many years ago when I was but 19 years of age. A young man helplessly in love with a girl the same age. They dated. He existed only for her ego. Eventually, he was dumped for a much older rich man. Dumped and dumped hard. Perhaps in part for his taste of kink; but for the mostpart for the lifestyle this older man was to give her. They married and had a daughter.

Eventually this 19 year old man grows older, successful, richer and more handsome as the years go by. He rages inside, but is patient with his plans. He keeps his body young and his bank account high. Waiting for his day of revenge.
The daughter of the women who tossed him aside like trash turns 18 and his plan goes into effect. Arranges his lifestyle to be near this daughter. Cautiously grows closer. Dates her. Seduces her. She loves him. Manages to have the daughter keep their relationship lowkey. She agrees in that her mother would not approve of her being with a man so much older. "Is that a fact", he thinks. Finally she springs it on her mother and he is invited to dinner. The man chuckles inside and thinks that perhaps he has not seen "Mom" grow that red since the first time he talked her into getting tied up. The husband of "Mom" not any idea what is going on. A man now in his sixties. Normal.

"Mom" finally gets her ex-teenage lover alone. He is free with his thoughts. Tells her that fucking her daughter is like old times. She is a lot like her. But a better ass and a lot tighter. Tells her that she makes the same moaning sounds. Finally driving "Mom" to the breaking point. She asks him what it would take to make him disappear. Money is not an option. Plenty of that he says. His terms are simple. One night with her. One night...no rules...and he will go far away and never return. She agrees.

So she goes to his house. Swank, huge...impressive. She enters and there is no smalltalk except for the terms. One night...no rules...and he will leave her daughter's life. Once established she kneels on the floor per his soft and stern command. He binds her wrists behind her back and gags her harshly. Unforgivingly. He marches her upstairs and down the hallway toward a bedroom. He opens the door and lets her peek inside. Her eyes grow huge. On an enormous bed lies her daughter. Bound, gagged and blindfolded. He yanks "Mom" down the hall. Out of earshot of her daughter.

The man speaks words that cut like a knife. "Your daughter loves these games. She takes to her role much better than you ever did. She has been told that there will be company in our bed tonight. She has even been told that our audience tonight may be a bit of a fighter. That she may need to be disciplined. I assure you your daughter started playing with herself the moment I suggested another share in our festivities. She is here because she loves it. So fight all you want....please."

She is brought into the room and tossed on the bed next to her daughter. He binds the ankles of the writhing woman. The woman not wanting her daughter to know who her identity was choosing to not fight the gag. She watches as the man begins to strip her daughter. He sternly tells her his expectations.


Mom also stripped soon afterwords. Her face tearstained. She is tied well spread on the bed. The man using a toy to force orgasm. Horrificly, her daughter still bound and blindfolded helping by sucking her nipples...biting them...helping her master. It took awhile, but he had all night. He would succeed.

The man showed mercy and did not take the blindfold off of her daughter. She was released in the morning as promised. In the days that followed the daughter was heartbroken. Her boyfriend gone...no explanation. Out of her life as suddenly as he entered it. A sadistic man from her past. Alas, a man of his word.

Hazing

A well published photo of hazing on the Northwestern women's soccer team.

If I had known that college was this much fun I would have stuck around longer....

...especially when I found out what they do to freshman gymnasts at Northwestern.

Conversation with a slaver?

I exchanged instant messages last night with a man who claimed to be a white slaver and a lurker of the blog. The man went into vivid description of what he did and how he did it. He was very convincing, or...he had a very fine tuned imagination like your Simon.

He says it starts out with the buyers telling him just what they are looking for in a woman. In this case, the buyer wanted petite curvy types. The man said that he will take candid photos of girls he has his eyes on and email them for an ok to abduct the merchandise. Once that is done he will make sure they have a personality that will suit the life they have been slated to live. Basically, the reality, the man said, is that a girl who does not have at least average sexual experience will more likely go insane in captivity as opposed to accepting a life of serving a man.

So he will follow the girl. See what she is doing with the boys. A girl who is cheating on a boyfriend, in theory, will make a fine slave. The quiet church goer will not. This is expected of him he said. He said upon delivery he gets 80% of the price. If the girl is responsive within six months he gets the rest.
Then he will investigate what kind of family she has. Does she have the kind of family who will think she ran away to be a star in California? Or does she have the kind of family with resources that will search for her forever?

He said that he is paid very well and delivers just once a year. He will live in one place just long enough to make his snatch and then be gone to another. He said he will study up to three abduction possibilities at a time. Sometimes he gets out of there with just one...sometimes all three. The three girls will not know each other, nor will he be a part of their lives where he can be sought for questioning.
He sent me many photos. Photos he claimed were some of his prize catches. He described the above as a girl who lived with grandmother who liked to sneak into a neighbour's house to use their pool and tanning bed while they were on vacation. The third night of that, he said she was an easy catch.

This alleged slaver said he took photos of his merchandise because he was not allowed to...er...touch them in any way. Said it was his secret way of remembering. The man spoke with a passion that conveyed that he really enjoyed his work.


He shared photos of a "good year". A three woman payday. Photos of women in the back of a van. The slaver explained that the girls were stripped nude as soon as possible. Thus, the faster adapting to the fact that they now own nothing in this world. He would then get them to a boat and get them to a meeting point between him and the buyer in the carribean somewhere.

He boasted about the above photo. Said the girl in the middle had awoken from her drug induced sleep. He said she was so damn sexy struggling and moaning that he had to take a photo before he injected her again. He said that was as close as he came to breaking the "no hands" policy.

He said on some occasions he is invited back to the buyer's lair and may be offered an evening with an old female acquaintance. However, their money was paying for being the first to...use them...begin to train them. Indeed he said when he sees some of these girls a couple of years later they are far more cooperative than than they were when he hogtied them.

Our conversation ended some time later when his final words were like a kick in my gut. He admitted that his tales were fiction. He said, "Simon...it's like you always say, nothing revolving your blog is true." I took a long sip from my drink and thought about it after he signed off his messenger. Then I kind of thought that it is indeed better for me and all of us to know that nothing here is real. Because he could not have been real....right?

That wasn't wrong. Now THIS is wrong.

The spoils of G.I.Joe war.


Uh oh. Better check the neighbourhood
sexual predator listings.

ok...so I get carried away sometimes.

Mother's Day

HNT Thursday

I am not doing another one of these until
a certain someone posts one in her blog.

Payback

I don't quite see what you're fussing about. You teased me with photos for months and said if I ever found you that we could play. It's my impression that you gave me enough clues where you wanted me to find you.
I know we didn't spend much time on smalltalk. As a matter of fact, there was no smalltalk at all. But that is how I have always said it would be. You're quite a little squirmer. Just as you said you would be.
Your breasts are as nice as you have always said they were. But why look so scared? You've described your breasts to me so many times before. Let's find the bedroom...cmon..lets go...mmm...you play the damsel well. Just as you always told me you would.

Danger Lust

I was thinking today of how many enjoy their lust to be dangerous. That could be many things. It could be a simple affair where one or both of the parties have everything to lose. It could be a catholic dating that cute jewish girl. It could be a couple who enjoy sex in public where the danger of getting caught is the edge they crave.
I guess I can define that kind of danger lust with the girl who is currently sending me tease photos of herself in response to the "HNT" post I did. I'm certainly flattered to receive such photos. However, I am intrigued by wondering what she is really thinking. What her real motives are. After all, a reader of this blog would know what Simon likes. She is begging me to meet her. Turns out she lives rather close to Fort Simon.

She says she is over 18. I'm willing to take her word for it until we meet. I look at the photos she is sending me and she looks like a bored girl locked in a bedroom with her computer crafting these photos while her parents are sleeping.

She must know what an evening with me is going to be like. I assume she feels that I would not hurt her. That would indeed be the case; but how would she really know that? Still you have to admit that it is a bit more dangerous then letting a man slide his hand up your skirt in the back of a cab.

Either the photos are frauds, or she is a girl who lives for the rush. Allowing herself to be cuffed and gagged by an internet stranger in a hotel room turns her on. Makes me hot too. She needs that...we maybe need each other.

HNT part 2

"HNT" means half naked Thursday for those bloggers who don't travel much. Since the only person who comments among my droogies made a request....why not. Sieze the day.

Center of her own attention

One half hour to kill...can a fantasy be brewed? I accept a challenge. Sparing us dialogue between characters (to save time for the time challenged writer) we'll set the scene. I see a woman in a lonely marriage. Lonely and desperate to get her husband's attention. She decides to set a scene in her home where she fakes that they have been robbed and that she was terrorized and left cuffed and gagged on the living room floor.

She gags herself with duct tape and cuffs herself. Her husband to be home from his overnight shift in an hour or so. Someone walks into the house. Her husband's friend. She is completely embarrassed. She had forgotten that her husband's friend had been given keys to fix some plumbing when he had the chance.

He ungags her and she sobs. Confessing how the scene is all staged. How her husband and her are drifting apart. He asks where the cuff keys are. They are near in lieu of her having to release herself. He uncuffs her ankles. He figures if he will keep her secret that she could keep his. He tells her that if he had a girl like her that she would not have to beg for his attention. His hand carresses her thigh. Her wrists still cuffed, she squirms and says it isn't right. He jokes that she has put herself in a possition where she can hardly object. His hands are under her shirt....waiting for some kind of approval. She pulls at her wrists and says that if he was going to do this right then he would have to make sure she does not scream. He is sweating and now mumbling what a tease she is and that if he puts that tape back over her lips that he just might take her.
She kind of laughs...and he asks her if she thinks he is uncapable of taking a defenseless woman. He says, "what makes you think I wouldn't"? She calmly looks at him and asks, "what makes you think I staged this for my husband"? "I'm counting on you to."

My Spiderman Movie

Congratulations on Kristen Dunst and her 24th birthday. In honour of such I thought I would write a quick summary of how the next Spiderman movie would go if I was writing it.
I see a late night abduction where Spiderman's new nemisis, "Disturbed Man" ties up Kristen's character with plastic ties. Kristen has on basic hot, but simple bed gear. That would be tight sweat pants and a thin fabric top with her nipples telling the world, and better yet the bad guy, "how can you resist these?"
Well, of course the bad guy cannot resist her. He does things to her that, let us just say, moves the film from PG-13 to R in a hurry. So villian "Disturbed Guy" has Spiderman's squeeze darn near stripped, cuffed and gagged on his couch. Spiderman is nowhere to be found. In fact, in MY Spiderman movie, Spiderman would not be around that much. Men in tights are not my thing.

So the bad guy does not want to kill her, so he does the next best thing. He sells her to a white slaver. The next scenes of the movie have her adapting to slavery as apparently spider senses do not travel over oil and sand.

Nobody ever hears from Spiderman's girlfriend again and she is replaced by Hillary Duff in the next movie.

Under this line would be a clever photo-tag if photos were not taking so long to download today. Heck, will give you a reason to come back. Right?