Posts Tagged ‘S/M’
The Double Scissor Snip – Nice And Clean!
"If you loved me, you would do it." As I herd her words, I nodded in agreement. My lesbian lover had talked over and over about modifying me, starting with my hair. "I want you to be bald." She had said on so many occasions, "I love the thought of you walking down the street with me, with no hair on your head, people staring at you because you look so different, wondering why a woman would have no hair." "Please." She said again. I lifted the scissors and cut through my pony tail and handed it to her. Tears were in her eyes. "Thank you so much! Please let me go all the way." Now I had given in to losing the length of my hair I was not that bothered about the rest. "You can do it." She kissed me and jumped up, went and fetched a razor and plugged it in the wall. "Get on your knees!" She said excitedly. I knelt down, my eyes stinging with tears that she was too excited to notice, but as I bowed my head and watched the floor knowing I would see my hair falling away, I felt a swelling in my clitoris. I reached down to rub it. "No!" She said sharply, "You know you’re not supposed to play with it - remember what the doctor said!" (more...)
Super Bowl Torment
My name is Allura and the following is a journal entry that i wrote almost a year ago. i am owned and have been with my Master for about 2 years now. i am required by contract to keep a detailed, written account of any activities or punishments that my Master deems significant and wishes to recall. Master will read my journal regularly and check it for spelling and grammatical errors when He is in a particularly vicious mood and is looking for reasons to punish me; not that He ever needs a reason at all. When He goes away on business trips, Master takes my journal along as comfort and for His sheer pleasure. There have even been times when i am made to stand at “attention” in the middle of the room while my Master reads my very personal journal entries to his friends in order to humiliate me. At times, Master will read old entries aloud while i masturbate when He is in the mood to “play.” With Master Bill’s permission, i am sharing this punishment with you. Anything that is in parenthesis was added solely for your benefit and was not originally in my journal entry. February 1, 2009 This morning began just like every other morning. i woke up at 6 am and began my daily ritual of quickly showering, getting myself presentable, making breakfast and serving You in bed. I knelt quietly beside Your bed in my “in house attire.” (When i am home alone with my Master i am completely naked wearing only my two black leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and a thick black leather [...]
Miss Amy – M.B.A.
I met Amy in business school. We were in the same class and the same study group. It was an intense, pressure-filled two-year program. Adding to the pain was the fact that our class was 70% men. Needless to say, women were hot commodities. And Amy was the hottest commodity of all. The best way to summarize Amy was to say that she was a sophisticated and well-bred young woman. Everything about Amy was petite except her hips. Amy was just over five feet tall. She almost always wore high heels. Her body was quite slender and feminine. Everything about Amy was feminine. By that I mean her neck, her waist, her wrists and her ankles were all narrow. She had a pointy chin and a pointier nose. Her head was quite small, surrounded on both sides by beautiful, straight, long brown hair. It was obvious she spent a good amount of time on her hair; the highlights of lighter colors were flawless. She had long eyelashes and never, ever was seen at B-school without makeup on. Most girls with this sort of physique tend to be lacking in the breast department but Amy had a nice firm set of beautifully developed Cs. Amy had a snappy personality. I wouldn't say she was particularly vocal, but she wasn't quiet either. Her views on business weren't exactly brilliant, but she never said anything stupid. Her comments were usually well measured. She was the type of student who stayed within herself but projected confidence when forced to stand in front of [...]
Shaved and Snipped – Her Big Operation!
I had met my girlfriend a year before my journey began, she was tall and slim and had black hair to her shoulders and like me shaved her cunt bald. She was dominant and I loved it, she was a doctor who owned a private clinic and loved to 'treat' me, we had discussed ultimate fantasies for a while and then she decided it was time we would live it out. I was so excited it made my 'problem' worse, my clitoris was swollen all the time and needed constant attention. I had been diagnosed with a mild to moderate form of constant arousal syndrome and she was aware of this. We had discussed ways to 'alleviate' this problem of my troublesome clit, she told me the clitoris was a wonderful organ but when things went wrong it was capable of causing a lot of trouble, so I needed surgery. Of course I was willing! She asked me to be ready for an 'exam' and I was to be naked on the bed, with 'down below' shaved smooth and my legs open so the first things she saw when she came through the door was shaven cunt. I was ready and excited, she came in and I was on my back, my gash all swollen and pink, my clit aching and red and sticking right out. "How are we today?" She was wearing her white coat. "I got pain in my cunny again." "Let me see." She spread me wide. "Are you still getting painful constant arousal? "Yes, all the time, I hate it!" "You have a swollen clitoris. It is terribly swollen, it indicates you have an illness that I must treat. You need orgasm and then some [...]
Sweet Suzie’s Enslavement
I had managed to befriend her when, after she'd walked into the first day of art class late, and every guys head in the class turned to look and stayed that way far too long. In her white miniskirt, and blonde streaked hair, she was stunning, and she sat directly across from me in the big art room. I soon found myself with a bird's eye view of what every other guy in the room wanted to see, and given her sexiness, found myself, though knowing better, looking up her dress. I sensed she was aware of it, and slowly raised my eyes to meet her deep playful green ones, but instead of disdain, I saw the cutest knowing smile, and she never flinched or repositioned herself...as if to say; "Gotcha! Having fun?" That day we were doing a nude study rendering of the same ballerina/paid model I had drawn many times, and who most every other guy in the class wanted to nail, but whom I detested. Toward the end of the class, as the instructor walked around behind us, evaluating our progress, when he saw my rendering, he immediately walked over and snatched it up, and raised it for all to view. "It seems like some here weren't sure who the intended subject for the assignment was, and drew the wrong model." As the laughter became louder around the room, I sat with my eyes fixed on Suzie, who's eyes had widened, and whose face had turned a deep blush. "I drew the best model available in this room, as any decent artist would." I replied. The sketch was a fully naked, blond, rather precise [...]
ZERO – the training of a slave
CHAPTER ONE Introduction to Slavery The girl woke with a start. She could not see a thing and realised that she was wearing a blindfold. She tried to take it off and found that it was locked in place. She realized that the blindfold was the only item of clothing that she had on. She was totally naked. She was beginning to panic. No one had seen her naked body besides her Doctor since she was a little girl. Where was she? She tried to stand up and quickly realized that she could not. There was only 4 feet of head room. As she tried to explore she realized that she was in a cage that was 4 feet in every direction. As she put her hands between the bars of her cage she realized that the cage must be suspended in midair as she could not feel a floor beneath the cage, nor any solid walls. She felt the cage rock as she moved. She tried to think. How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was celebrating her 18th birthday with her boyfriend Stan McManus. Stan was handsome, rich and handsome, the star quarterback on the football team and guard on the basketball team. She loved to watch Stan play basketball when seeing his well muscled frame brought a tingling feeling between her legs. She loved Stan, and he loved her, enough that he even joined her in taking a vow of chastity until marriage. She felt it was important to save herself for their wedding night and Stan, rich handsome Stan, went along with her on this, as he did on so many other things. Of course she was [...]
Zsuzu
Chapter 1. The meeting "Suzie! Suzie stop! Suzie, you stop right there do you hear!!! SUZIE!! SUZIE!! SUZIE STOP!!! STOP!!! NNNOOOOOO!!!" A passing cyclist heard the screams coming from a portly black woman as she struggled to run after a little girl who, heedless of the heavy traffic thundering along the narrow road, was running dangerously close to the kerb. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the woman trip and fall heavily, spilling her shopping. The little girl of mixed race turned and laughingly cried out, "You can't catch me now Granny!" Oblivious to the danger, she suddenly she veered to the road. Taking in the situation the cyclist pushed the pedals harder to try and catch the infant. On the very edge of the kerb, Suzie paused and once more turned to call out to her grandmother. That call saved her life. The cyclist braked alongside her, preventing her further entry into the road. Suzie looked up, startled and saw the man leap off his bike and grab her around the waist. She screamed. To her he seemed awesome. Not just old like her granny but he had a long beard and wore baggy trousers and a woolly bobble hat. As she was about to scream again, the man's soft but forceful voice spoke to her, "Calm down, little one. You're not hurt but it seems your granny might be. I'm going to lift you on my bike and we're going to see how granny is doing. Okay?" Without waiting for a reply, he sat [...]