Vanity

I was thinking the other day about "Vanity". I was thinking about the kind of girl we all know in our lives who obsesses on her looks...her tan...her clothes. To her being attractive is not only for self esteem; it's a competition.


I had this fantasy of a woman like that on an overseas trip with a bus load of other attractive female students. They are kidnapped and prepared for the study of men who would pay plenty for them.


She is gagged, bound and stripped in a room with all the other girls. All displayed like dresses in department store windows for the prospective buyers now present.

What catches my imagination is this being the kind of girl who when faced with unspeakable peril can still only think of whether she is the most attractive girl in the room. Her vanity being the last possession she has left from the world she once knew.

The monster she created - part 2

The silence in the room was broken by the first crack of the whip against her ass. She squeeled into her gag and twisted on the balls of her feet as the crack of the whip became louder and louder. Her buns beat red, she hung by the chain exhausted...shivers running all through her body; feeling the cool air rushing past the welts on her behind.

She felt the presence of her boyfriend near her. He made sure she knew that he was as naked as she was. Six months ago she could not even imagine him giving her a playful spanking, now after whipping her into a frenzy of pleasure and pain his erect penis was busy roaming over the welts that now were on her ass.


Her body instinctively twisted to try to encourage her boyfriend's manhood to connect. A voice boomed, "NO!....put her on the bed and do it right". She was then lowered and pulled across the room to a mattress. On her belly and spread, she was tied down securely. Still blindfolded she felt the presence of both men on the bed. One stroking her cheek, the other now crawling between her legs. She twisted and moaned....not quite sure whose rod was now sliding up her well aroused prize.

Mercifully "the tutor" spoke, letting her know that he was not the one violating her. Her boyfriend started to ride her slowly as the tutor began to smack her ass with the palm of his hand randomly...all the while he lectured her on how disturbing her behaviour was that morning.


He then ungagged her and told her to tell her boyfriend that she now was aware of her error in judgment. Her body was fast approaching orgasm as she apologized the best she could muster under the circumstances. The tutor then reached under her and grabbed a nipple and he said coarsely, "the next time I hear of anything of this nature I'LL be the one doing the whipping and fucking...do you understand?"

She softly said, "yes...yes...yes..." and her body began to convulse in spasms. Her boyfriend then paused deep inside her and exploded; appearing to be quite satisfied that an understanding had been met between the both of them.

The monster she created

Sitting next to my computer and Mika, my imaginary mouse friend, strolls up with a wide smile on his face. I smile back and say, "OK Mika....tell me a story".


Mika tells me of a girl who has moved in with a boyfriend she adores. They had been living together for a few months when she started giving him hints to a secret she had. That secret was her spanking fetish. She loved him nonetheless, but very much wished for him to please her in that special way.

So she caved in to the urge to tell her boyfriend her secret and he made a valiant effort to please her. First it was awkward to him, but recently his "performance" rose significantly. To her great bliss.

So it should have been no surprise to her that when they awoke one morning and he positioned her for sex that when she rejected him apologetically he told her that there would be punishment to be had. She smiled and explained that there was no way she could be late for work that day.

Yes, even she would admit that her body tingled all day at work at what would be awaiting her when she got home. However, she was not prepared when she got to her car and her boyfriend was hiding in the backseat. At first furious at being so startled by him....then scared as she was pulled into the backseat and bound hand and foot. When she loudly stated at how unamused she was, she was gagged...and then blindfolded.


After a bit of a drive she was dragged into a residence and brought into what appeared to a basement. With little delay her hands were cuffed in front of her and she was hoisted up into the air. She twisted and squirmed as he stripped her.

But all her struggles stopped suddenly and one could have heard a pin drop when another voice in the room instructed her boyfriend what whip to use. "Don't be shocked honey, this gentleman in the room has been instructing me the last few weeks". She began to pull at the rope that had pulled her to her tip toes violently. Her boyfriend began to speak again, "when I told my tutor about this morning's disobedience, he insisted on being involved.....


Stay tuned for part 2

Punished

It was a quiet Saturday night. My girlfriend and I...gazing at each other. A mischievous look in her eyes. We had been seeing each other for several months and had started playing some games together. She had no idea of my interest in kinky play. Perhaps I had given myself away one evening in the car. I had pulled her tight sweater up and over her head and the sweater had tangled in her arms and rendered her a bit helpless to ward off my hands. I think I sensed that she enjoyed her dilemma and I know she sensed of my pleasure at her dilemma.

So after some teasing I suggested what fine harem girl she would be. It seemed a bit more discreet than telling her how nice she would look in chains. To my delight, she leaped on my comment asked for a chance to play what I meant.


I laughed and told her that if she thought that to be fun to take off her pants and kneel on the floor on the plush rug in the center of the room. My heart skipped a beat as she gazed into my eyes and started to strip as I requested. She knelt before me and I directed her. "Don't look at me...look down and await what your keeper commands of you".

I was behind her....and when she laughed at my demeanor I playfully slapped the side of an ass cheek that her skimpy panties afforded me. I made sure it stung a bit. I was sure she would stand up and curse at me, but instead she held her ground and silently looked down.

I then told her to put her wrists behind her back and to not dare move them. Then I hegan fondling her breasts, telling her what a fine slave girl she would make. She was quiet...her legs shifted a bit. I was both surprised and quite arroused to know with certainty that she found it exciting to have her body handled as a man's possession as opposed to an object of desire.

I then began tearing off her clothes. Telling her that for my slave to be clothed she needs to earn that right. Her top in tatters and her panties at her ankles she broke from her cooperative daze and started to voice her objection to tattering her attire.

She seemed to accept her mistake as I started to bind her wrists in front of her. I tied them up and over her head and hoisted her so her fine ass was raised in the air. I started to spank her telling her that there is punishment for defying what her captor wishes. She squeeled and twisted in the rope...and her words shook me as she commented that I should spank her more intensely if she was to properly learn her lesson. It appeared that the object of my discipline had quite a few hidden desires that we were going to discover this evening.

Her ass cheeks bright red from the beating she slumped to the floor as I released her arms. She layed on the plush rug and she gave no resistance as I pulled her arms behind her and bound them. I also crossed her ankles and pulled her to her knees. Then I started to grasp her breasts and manhandle her nipples as I said, "shall we try this again"? "Yes master", she managed to purr.

Drive

And so it was to be that the thieves entered the home hoping to steal the diamonds that were rumored to grace the manor.


No diamonds were found; but they made their getaway with what could be the a jewel worth a thousand diamonds. Angered were these late night fiends. They were not about to leave empty handed.

Want to go for a ride?

Too tired to play

You've grown to enjoy our games. Enough where there is a knock on my door and there you are. A giddy smile and in no time on the bed wearing no more than a t shirt of mine. I tie you well....tighter than usual. Well trussed for the evening as you will find out shortly.


It has been a very long day for me...and you DID drop by unexpectantly. So don't act so frazzled that I intend to keep you tied until I am good and ready to taste my candy. What is in the cards for me right now is some sleep....and what is in the cards for you is to wait patiently for me. Perhaps a good gagging should be in order while I sleep? I didn't think so. You just lay there quietly and be ready for me when I awaken. I nestle close to my frustrated captive and soon am in deep sleep.


I wake up several hours later. I see you near me; only the glow of the moonlite reflecting off your flesh. My rod is solid...almost always is it in the hour before dawn. You wake up to the sound of me ripping my t-shirt from your body. I roll you on your back and begin to stroke your breasts. I hear you softly moan...see you biting your lower lip. I begin to untie your ankles. Yes my lovely....it is time now.