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The delicate dance between demon and human begins.
Their loves grows and so does the BDSM.
Forced to perform erotic show to save my friend Tim from a mob widow.
A daemon woman comes in search of leather work, maybe more?
Her young friend had never been to 'O' town.
Trapped, Henry must escape before his sister seduces him...
Hopeless romantic finds true love with a beautiful goddess.
Jaya cuts loose, then crashes into reality again.
A third enters Sephiria's bed, and her needs overtake her.
Daddy continues to teach his little sub that he decides.
Painted to look dressed, Clara doesn't know the forecast...
A cheating husband sends his wife over the edge.
A young leatherworker meets a woman of particular needs.
George Claims Coralia as his submissive.
Tony discovers Ana's sexy secret while on his trip.
Psychologist finds himself drawn into BDSM therapy.
Gay lesbian bdsm group sex, foursome.
A chance meeting on a train from Laura's perspective.
A new mailgirl arrives, revelations about Charlotte.
A demon begins her Mistress's downfall and course to romance.
Calling a party line leads to a surprise lesbian encounter.
White women cuckolds husband to get black pregnant.
This is a continuation of the Weekend Fun story uploaded.
Transformed from panties to inch-tall man and back for good.
Bi Boy (24) with great sex life wants more, or less.
'What're you waiting for?' I slur, 'Want you.'
Our kinky saga reaches the end of the road.
Waking up has never been Rebecca's strong point.
My encounters with other men catch up with me...
Lonely guy tries to see what his ai girlfriend likes.
A dragon is trained at a breeding facility to submit.
Woman signs up for a medical trial that's not what it seems.
Husband watches Bull facefuck his wife.
Wife reveals more cheating while we dated.
A son and his abusive family. Revenge or something else.
Dom makes his Subs fantasy man pound her.
Mira pays a special visit to the human...
Both boys learn a very valuable lesson.
Wife finally takes work lover in her ass.
Rebecca returns to reality, but is missing something.
Shy husband follows wife to a Work Meeting at Naturist Pool.
Captured, and tormented until they give up their information.
Rebecca's Babysitter continues to torment her.
Cheeky little sub learns how to be good for her Daddy.
A witch chained in a dungeon with a succubus...
Sammi Emerges, Embracing all She has become.
Sara takes her boy shopping to feminize him.
A young woman's journey through life as a libertine.
Depraved sexual adventures of a futanari Succubus.
The Slave is avenged, the tables turned.
Things get complicated and the girls get used by strangers.
Rebecca finds that her basement has changed.
My kitten's first major play date with her new Sir.
Katie brainwashes Violet's conscience away.
Ryan's true colours are shown as his training continues.
Daddy subjugated by wife and daughter.
Be Careful What You Wish For …conclusion.
The marking above Rebecca's pussy begins to call the shots.
My kitten's first playdate with her new Sir.
Ira grapples with the moral implications of owning a drone.
The Foxcatcher confronts the master.
Bailee goes to prison for having hairy arms.
My kitten's first playdate with her new Sir.
Miss Sarah's party finally gets underway.
A pet puts herself in predicament bondage to cheer up Miss.
Christine takes Catherine for a swim.
Alias does some digging and some bratting.
My kitten has a cookout that turns into a playdate.
My kitten's first playdate with her new Sir.
The fated day arrives, Ali prepares to finally met Kat.
Christina returns home, but to an uncertain reception.
Kate moves back home with mom and they go on a wet date.
Rebecca's mornings continue to be eventful as she awakens.
Miss Sarah and her two slaves head out for the night.
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Kink and BDSM porns had always intrigued me. I had been so much curious about them that I got a few toys at home. I never got the chance to try them though since most women freaked out at the idea. I eventually stopped telling my dates about the fantasy and my kinky sexcapades. I […]
I am recounting this tale as it happened when I was in college. I was still discovering my sexuality and wanted to try everything. So, I ordered some sex toys online, keeping it for future use. I had a girlfriend and I would fool around with her. We had had sex occasionally but I was […]
I had met Faheem, at a sex club a few months ago. He was young and attractive and looked like he had expensive taste too. His attire and attitude reflected that but at the same time he was a sex fiend. We got talking that night as we watched a woman tied up and get […]
I had never thought about BDSM as a sexual act that would appeal to me. So, I never even thought about trying it. But the first step into BDSM sex, for me was with someone so sensuous and beautiful, that I enjoyed it thoroughly. The work week was rough and I wanted sex. I was […]
The night was warm so I had decided to sit out on the porch for a while. As I was almost closing my eyes for a quick nap, I saw a silhouette creep up, pick up my watering can and sneak off. I run behind that slowly and catch the body. I see it is […]
My wife Shana and I wanted to experiment a bit to spice up our sex life. So, I had been learning a little of rope tying techniques as we both dabbled in BDSM role play. We were also planning on adding a little bit of role play to stimulate each other as acting like strangers […]
That night was burned into my brain. I had broken up with my boyfriend, my dom, but I couldn’t get him out of my mind. His pleasuring skills still tormenting me day and night. It had been only a week and here I was rethinking going back to him. One of these days I was […]
My girlfriend and I have an explosive relationship. We love hard and we fight hard as well. And sometimes the makeup sex is rough, but it works for us. We have been together for 5 years and it’s the same story. We will have an argument; we will scream, shout and fight. Then proceed to […]
Between Varun And Radhika, Varun has always been the adventurous one. And she has always been a sporting kind who enjoyed all those kinks like being spanked. She loves the feeling of dripping wax on her mounds and peeling off it. The nipple clamps and the chain that Varun uses to lead her around makes […]
I wake up feeling Shane between my legs. He was licking my pussy lips and clit slowly, taking his time. His head lies on my naked thighs as he licks me and looks up at me. He looks so adorable, the morning sun falling on him as he licks me. His hands run over my […]
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I could feel a tear slowly running down the side of my cheek. The cold steel of the handcuffs, the tools that held my hands securely behind my back, were pressing sharply into my skin. His heart beat steadily; mine was going a nonstop. “Could I be happier?” I asked myself with a glassy-eyed smile.
Happiness, I have heard, means nothing without sadness. “The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears,” a Native American proverb says. It’s true—here I lay, atop my Master’s bare chest, hands cuffed, body used, bruised and sore, a plug in my anus and nude except for the padlocked chastity belt that covers my pussy and keeps a butt plug in place—and I could not be happier or more free. This situation, I think to myself, is paradise compared previous sleeping arrangements I’ve endured.
Twenty-four hours ago I was hunched over in a 4×4 cage, one hardly big enough for a dog much less a human. My mouth was gagged with a ball gag. My collar was padlocked to a ring at the bottom of the cage, thus forcing my head to the ground. A strap was secured around my waist and fastened to bars on the top of the cage, thus forcing my ass in the air. Before the door was shut and locked, I felt a terrible burning sensation—a branding I figured from the smell of burning flesh—then I was used anally, plugged with the same plug that is in me now, and left to sleep. He wished me sweet dreams but little sleep and no dreams were to be had.
By morning, my lips were literally stuck to the ball gag. Master had to apply water and use his fingers to encourage my lips to separate from the rubber ball. He laughed at my dry, chapped lips; I could only cry. My knees were red, my wrists sore from the cuffs, my back ached and felt as though no amount of chiropractic therapy could help. I became accustomed to the plug and even forgot it was there. Master took a picture of my new brand and showed it to me. “SLUT,” it said, in capital letters and underlined with a long bullwhip that curled at the end. I don’t know what was more horrifying: seeing the brand and knowing it was permanent, or seeing the plug and realizing anal sex is no longer the major “obstacle” to overcome in my slavery. My innocence, it occurred to me, was gone like the space in my anal cavity; I was at that point only a toy. The brand, as silly as it may sound, was insignificant to me at the time.
Before that, I was plugged with what Master said was my tail. It was a different plug that had long, black plastic-like streamers coming from its base not dissimilar to those you might see coming from the handlebars of a Harley. I was humiliated. Master took the time to paint my entire nude body white with black spots like a Dalmation. I was told to walk on all fours, to pee like a good puppy, and to bark when I wanted back inside. “I even fixed you with a nice ring gag so you can bark louder for me,” Master said, pleased with his forethought. To my collar was fixed a chain that was connected to a pulley on an overhead clothesline. I could crawl on all fours across the entire yard in a straight line but I didn’t go more than a couple feet. I knew Master was watching and I could no longer contain myself anyhow; I squatted like a dog and peed. If it weren’t white with black-spotted eyes, Master would have seen my apple-red face. I was humiliated. I barked twice and was let inside. I was permitted to lap at some water in a bowl on the floor and eat bread that was precut into squares.
After that “dinner,” it was straight to the cage where I slept like I did last night: face down, ass up, mouth gagged, hands cuffed, ass plugged.
As bad as the dog and cage experiences were, it was nothing in comparison to the punishment I received a couple days earlier (which day that was, I don’t know—clocks, TVs, computers, calendars, anything that was a connection to the outside world was removed from my sight). Master folded my arms so that my wrists were pulled up between my shoulder blades and tied them in place. My palms were together as though I was praying but no amount of wishing or hoping would lessen what I was about to endure.
A black corset was applied to my waist. Master told me he likes the size and shape of my waist but He loves making me endure frustrating situations. He laced it as tight as he could. At times, he would put his knee in the middle of my back while lacing it to ensure it was pulled as tight as possible. End result, it was tighter than I’ve ever endured and breathing was nearly impossible. I thought I would explode.
Making things more difficult, Master put “toe boots” on my feet. I had no idea what they were but didn’t dare ask—I know I am only to talk when asked to talk. Master sat me on a chair, back upright due to the corset, breasts sticking out as a result of my oddly-secured hands. One foot at a time, I pointed my toes into the impossibly high shoes. Master said they have over a 7” heel! Like everything else, they were locked into place to prevent their removal. Master helped me to my feet, held me by my waist, and encouraged me to walk. Awkward and unstable, Master put me on the floor face down. “Ill be back,” he said disappointedly, leaving me nearly breathless, with pointed toes and little feeling in my arms.
Hours passed. I couldn’t move. I could not get up because the corset prevented flexing at the waist. I couldn’t push myself up because my hands were bound closely to my body. “Even if I could get up, how far would I get in these shoes anyhow,” I thought to myself. I submitted to the restraints and waited patiently for Master to return.
What happened next is unclear. I must have fallen asleep or passed out because the next thing I remember, I was in the garage laying face down on a narrow plank that was supported by two saw horses. My legs were opened wide and chains from the ceiling held them in place. As always, my ass was plugged. In addition, Master’s favorite toy, his inflatable dildo, was inside my pussy and pumped up hard. It felt like I was going to split in two. “One more pump for good luck,” he said, always wanting to take things to a higher level.
As bad as it was, it wasn’t the focus of my attention because Master put a long needle through my outstretched tongue and pushed the needle into the wood beneath me. Any movement at all pulled at my tongue and ached like no other pain I have ever endured. I drooled endlessly like a teething baby. Tears streamed down my face. He masterbated in front of me, climaxed on my face, and left. I was crying, drooling, in pain, and humiliated.
It was straight from the plank to the cage. Face down, ass up, mouth gagged, hands cuffed, ass plugged. He removed his dildo and the corset, much to my relief. In removing the needle, my tongue bled incessantly so He decided to use a bit gag on me that night. It was thoughtful of Him.
Before that, I had what seemed to be the only break I had from the torture. Master, unhappy with my pale skin, greased me up and chained me spread eagle in the backyard to get some color. Silly me, all I could think of was that I would have tan lines from the restraints on my wrists and ankles and from the straps of the gag on my face.
After what I imagine was a couple hours, Master flipped me so my back could get some attention. For hours more I laid there with my nose in the blades of grass. Master returned and flipped me again so I was on my back. He removed my gag to which I replied “Thank you Master” with my quiet, earnest, dry-mouthed voice. He said nothing. He caressed my body from head to toe. He brushed off the grass that was stuck to my sweaty and greasy body and wiped me down with a washcloth. He licked and pinched my nipples and, for a moment, I thought I might orgasm. “Master isn’t going to let that happen,” I said to myself as he stood up and walked away.
A few minutes later, he returned with a plate and a drink in his hands. “Dinner’s served,” he said with a chipper voice. I wondered what it could be—Master is a lot of things but Master is not by any means a chef. Before all of this happened, I was the one who did the cooking. Holding the plate above me so I couldn’t see what was on it, Master slowly tilted the plate and used a spoon to shovel hot macaroni and cheese onto my breasts and stomach. “He could have fed me from the plate,” I thought to myself angrily. He spoon-fed me each bite, being sure to scrape the remaining cheese into a pile on my stomach and into my mouth. He used a napkin to remove stray cheese from my lips and even my drink—an iced tea—was given to me through a straw. I was beginning to remember my Owner’s loving affection and attention once again.
I was then unchained, allowed to shower, shave and use the bathroom (in handcuffs, of course), and prepare myself for bed. Like before, in the cage, face down, ass up, plugged, gagged, nude, embarrassed, anxious, and worried. “What have I gotten myself into?” I wondered.
Before that was the piercing day from hell. After waking from a caged-nights sleep, Master bathed me, fed me, shaved me and dressed me in a tight tank top and little shorts. No bra, no panties. He packed me into the car, hands cuffed and mouth taped shut, and drove to a nearby hole-in-the-wall body modification shop. The cuffs and tape were removed and He and a tall, fat man whose head was shaven ushered me into a small white room. The fat man, Tin
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