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Father forces his wife and two daughters to strip.
Daddy takes control of her on her 18th birthday.
Submissive coed must meet Dean & Professor with Daddy.
Julie discovers brother’s hardcore porn fetish.
Daddy walks in on her and they're both surprised.
Mike trains his Aunt Beth to be his slut.
A mother decides to take control of her son.
Grandpa continues to train his granddaughter.
She comes home to find her sister all grown up
18-year-old son dominates his mother.
Irresponsible MILF submits to teen son's punishment.
Son joins Mom and Dad in their BDSM fun, with a twist.
Son fucks mom while her hands are tied and she is gagged.
Mom and son view relationship in the light of morning.
Little sister requests a special photo shoot.
My last spanking story. It's about Daddy spanking me.
A guilty single mother says goodnight to her son.
A busty Mom is turned into a sex slave by her own son.
The enslavement continues and plans are laid for the future.
A girl becomes her father's sex slave.
Daddy develops a dominant relationship over his daughter.
A woman and her daughter move in with grandpa.
He dominates a mother & her 19-year-old daughter.
Her first time being a submissive to her sister.
Grandpa turns his ownership of her, onto another.
April learns to respect her step father.
Overbearing mom takes complete control of household.
18-year-old girl takes charge of her mother.
How did I know Daddy would change my life forever that night?
She spanks her 19-year-old stepdaughter.
Uncle Mitch puts a doggie collar on his bad niece..
Sister punished after second husband kicked her out.
College boy comes home for the summer.
Mom gets her sons to take control of her.
Girl manages to make her brothers naked slaves at home.
Young domina continues her wicked ways with her aunt.
19-year-old daughter ges more than a spanking.
Daddy takes her shopping & gets more than he asked.
A mother seduces her son on her birthday.
His sniffing leads to mom becoming his sex queen.
Daughters use their moms as party decorations.
Submissive Rhonda adds a new dimension to the mix.
An 18 year old guy enslaves his 19 year old sister.
Sister abuses her cross-dressing step-brother.
A daughter proves she might be the true slave to her father.
Father releases years of frustration.
Middle-aged son and mother try to dominate each other.
Day brings bondage pleasures at board meeting.
Daughter gets dirty with daddy and frieds.
A sibling relationship continues to evolve.
Brother and Sister share their cousin.
Virgin stepdaughter dominates father.
Fiona's fantasy realised by her daughter and friends.
Anne can't keep her sons under control.
Father chastens his daughter; their love is more than family.
Sister & brother have ties that will never bind.
Nephew goes to work for Aunt Carla.
A mother and son sacrifice for each other's happiness.
Daughter helps mother overcome grief.
Dad and his submissive daughter play.
Nephew goes to college; introduced to one of aunt's friends.
She loves being naked around her Uncle Jason.
Step-Dad teaches Vicki the pleasures of discipline.
Love and lust grows between submissive mother and son.
Brother is begged to be his sister's Master - revised.
A daughters journal opens the door.
Daddy takes her ass - will she get ever to cum?
Laura and Kevin's niece has a bossy streak.
The perverse joy of fucking my pregnant slut of a sister.
Daddy invites naughy salesgirl into the mix.
Niece initiates aunty into sex games.
Vivian is shaved & becomes the family pet.
The whole family sits down and discusses recent events
A Mother reveals her affairs to her son via email.
Milk, sodomy... a sweetly incestuous rough fuck.
Twisted tale of BDSM, incest, and desires.
Brother & Sis dominate Aunt with spanking, light bondage.
Boyfriend is introduced to new level of family togetherness.
Daddy starts her training in earnest.
Niece leads aunty to naughtier fun.
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The "coming home" conclusion of the Kitten/SubStace saga.
The Assassin, the truth, a ruse, impregnating Sophie.
Breeding My sweet college slave, and others.
Slave cleaned, sisters added, Father dies, Master Paul.
Breeding My sweet college slave...and others.
Two houses together, surprises and training new slaves.
Adam and Ash get caught; a decision is made.
Her return, New member, and pregnancies - and a surprise.
Volume 03: Legacy of Ethel Fuckwell
A funeral, The Will and the Truth, babies, and a surprise.
Olivia accepts her brother's superiority.
Sasha gets to know Meredith a little better.
The first lesson of Sasha's training.
An 18 year old guy enslaves his 19 year old sister.
One day at a time; Mom & Dad lost in a Typhoon, the dungeon.
Mother teaches daughter how to dominate her dad.
Cat returns home after a confusing day and is punished again.
Shawn loves his mother and her sexy boots a little too much.
The older sister's character is brought into question.
Susan assumes her matriarchal role as Dominatrix of family.
Brother is begged to be his sister's Master - revised.
Irresponsible MILF submits to teen son's punishment.
Son succumbs to his mother and get what he wanted.
A young man gets proper training from his domme aunt.
A daughter proves she might be the true slave to her father.
A mother decides to take control of her son.
A busty Mom is turned into a sex slave by her own son.
Nicole spends Christmas with Alice and family.
Gaby comes home from college to a big surprise!
The slaves are punished and denied.
A girl becomes her father's sex slave.
Mom gets her sons to take control of her.
He awoke to the familiar ache of an erection.
A woman and her daughter move in with grandpa.
Vanessa finally receives her spanking from Uncle Jay!
Journey from sister-in-law to submissive slut.
Father chastens his daughter; their love is more than family.
Daughter gets dirty with daddy and frieds.
Sister finally gets to have her brother.
Julie discovers brother’s hardcore porn fetish.
Submissive Rhonda adds a new dimension to the mix.
My training and submission to my sister continues.
Her first time being a submissive to her sister.
Daddy takes her to The Club for lessons.
Daddy starts her training in earnest.
Son fucks mom while her hands are tied and she is gagged.
Little sister requests a special photo shoot.
Girl manages to make her brothers naked slaves at home.
18-year-old girl takes charge of her mother.
Brother and Sister share their cousin.
Punished for spying on her dominant stepfather.
Son and Girlfriend bind mom for her own good.
The enslavement continues and plans are laid for the future.
Daddy takes her ass - will she get ever to cum?
My last spanking story. It's about Daddy spanking me.
A guilty single mother says goodnight to her son.
Dad and his submissive daughter play.
A mother seduces her son on her birthday.
Reformation Day and the family gets ready for the move.
How did I know Daddy would change my life forever that night?
Sister punished after second husband kicked her out.
Brother and sister struggle to say goodnight.
Submissive coed must meet Dean & Professor with Daddy.
Dad trains son with a slut who has no limits.
She spanks her 19-year-old stepdaughter.
Paul takes Patty's punishment for her.
A Mother reveals her affairs to her son via email.
Love and lust grows between submissive mother and son.
Jo comes home for Thanksgiving Break.
Jenni's father shows her who is in control.
Milk, sodomy... a sweetly incestuous rough fuck.
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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, Tiny, as he was called, explained to me that I would be pierced at my Master’s request. “Where?” I asked myself but never said a word because I am not to speak unless asked to do so. I just sat there, worried and shaking, hoping I wouldn’t disappoint my Owner.
“Strip,” Tiny said. My eyes got wide and I didn’t know what to do. Master is the only one who commands me and I didn’t want to obey this rude, ugly man. I looked at Master and I knew from the stern look in his eyes and the nod of his head that I was to obey. Thinking of Him, I stripped quickly. I was then placed on a cold table while Master and Tiny arranged some shiny devices on a steel cart.
“Nipple one,” Tiny said, showing me the piercing tool and the hoop that would be later pushed through my sensitive skin. I cried and started to bite my lip. “Her nipples are already hard, Man,” Tiny said to Master. “Lucky for her I don’t have to get them ready,” he said with a chuckle. I wanted to slap him but I know better—Master makes sure I am a pleasant, well-mannered young lady at all times and I was not about to disappoint Him in this situation. Tiny grabbed my breast with this gloved hand and squeezed near the nipple. His other hand controlled the “puncher,” as he called it, and positioned it in the center of my nipple. With a loud clicking sound, a shooting pain, and a loud yelp, my left nipple was pierced. I cried but didn’t dare say a word.
In this way both nipples, my navel, eyebrow (twice on the left side), septum, clitoris, hood and labia were pierced. In fact, my labia was pierced three times on each side and Master said he would connect padlocks to the hoops to l
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