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kinkyminstrel · 10 months ago

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A lovely Post about male chasity and how you can play with it. I think it gives some good advice for myself and how i can learn to play in a better way with my own Libido and sex.

The benefits problems with chastity

If you are into male submission, it isn’t hard to find lists upon lists of the benefits of male chastity. As someone who loves the game of chastity there are some very serious side effects of chastity that some men experience that they don’t tell you about on those lists. Instead of a fun and kinky game, it can get dark and bitter FAST. This happens when chastity is done wrong.

I am here to help. What I say won’t apply to every situation or person. But if you as a keyholder (or someone with a keyholder) isn’t having fun with chastity then this might help you.

But first some highlights of these list of which I speak. Here are some common benefits I found when browsing through a dozen or so such lists (type Chastity Benefits or similar terms in your Tumblr search bar or your favorite search engine)

1. His desire for you will skyrocket 2. His libido doesn’t crash 3. Male masturbation is evil and this stops it 4. He’ll stay faithful to you 5. He’ll be more helpful around the house

etc, etc, etc

This is a sampling but you can easily find more. I will go through each of these examples and explain why I think they are flawed, and how to make it better. But before that I am going to let you in on the basis of every problem with chastity right now.

IGNORING HIM RUINS EVERYTHING

Yep. If you want chastity to work it means a lot more sex. A LOT more. But it isn’t the traditional type of sex. It is talking and tasks and receptive sex on his part. If as the keyholder (mental or physical keyholder, it makes no difference) chastity is some kind of sexual oubliette where you throw your partner and forget about them then you are begging for problems and pain. The benefits of chastity only happen when you replace what you have taken away from him, with something more enticing than orgasms. And remember, that for most guys, we are biologically wired to do almost anything to cum! Mother nature dedicates whole parts of the brain to sex and desire (for most all people) so you are working with some strong bio-magic. Be aware of what you are getting into. It has the power to raise sexual skyscrapers you didn’t know were possible but it can also ruin and destroy people and relationships. You know the phrase…. “With great power there must also come – great responsibility”.

So on to how we make those benefits a reality.

5. This won’t happen with chastity. Period. If you lock up his dick and then expect him to just start doing more house work you are a fool. Taking away a joy in life isn’t going to make someone more helpful. And it is just an abuse of the kinky relationship. Kink is about fun, house work is about necessity; it is everyone’s work. If you don’t think your boy is pulling his share, or would like them to do more, then JUST SAY SOMETHING. It is that simple. You don’t bring kink into. If he doesn’t help when asked, a few grams of steel, or a mental command, isn’t going to change that. And if you don’t feel like asking every time, have a conversation where you explain your needs and wants and then work it out between you. Don’t expect kink to magically fix things if you can’t talk. The same holds true for getting flowers, cards, romantic dinners, etc. OPEN YOUR MOUTH.

Now, how to do it right.

If you are in a D/s relationship, which playing with chastity automatically makes it a D/s game, make it part of the fun. Be explicit about what you expect and why. And tell him often…. more than that…. even more than that… Yes, daily, hourly. You get the idea. And then give him reasons to do more chores that relate to chastity. Trade time out or release for the floor waxed. Or Don’t remember the dishes and it is a ruined orgasm for you. Or You gave up your manhood so now you do a woman’s job. Play with the power he has given you and tailor it to the way the two of you play. Examples?

Your boy into sissification? Great. That little thing has no place being out in the world were it could be mistaken for a man’s cock. Lock that shit up and go get your gurly ass dressed and in the kitchen where gurls belong. (Because dishes are more fun panties and heels.)

Your man’s a pain slut? Sit in a chair behind him with a single tail and give him a lick every sixty seconds until the dishes are done. If he drops one or doesn’t do it to your satisfaction, he starts all over again… with the strokes every thirty seconds.

Is he a service sub? When you get home, inspect every dish and point out how disappointed your with every mistake you find. Let him feel bad for failing you.

etc, etc, etc.

You get the idea. Whatever your style looks like, use it. But for the sake of all that is kinky, play with it! Don’t ignore it. Don’t make them wait in silence for a someday. Follow through on what you say you are going to do when you say you are going to do it. And if that is more than 48 hours away, your are doing it wrong (more on that in a bit). An inconsistent or forgetful dom is a bad dom. And bad doms make very bad subs.

Oh, and for those that have missed the earlier point on equality but immediately took the role-playing comment (woman’s work) as sexist … go away and quit messing up the fun for everyone else who gets it. Sexism is sexy (for most). That statement means, as an example, that we know that corsets where torturous devices that women were forced to wear at one time. Women died from wearing them! But today we love them because WE DON’T FORCE WOMEN TO WEAR THEM ANY MORE. We have taken the torturous and made it fun. We do that with physical pain. Ever spanked a … SLAVE? We do the same thing with emotionally painful topics. In fact, it is by playing with these outdated ideas, turning them on their heads, and making fun of them that we remove the power they once had to hurt. As I said above, house work is everyone’s work. Kink means that putting a cage on a man and making him do ‘women’s work’ is just fun because it is role-playing, not a forced reality.

4. If you believe that a small bit of metal and a lock that can be popped off with a screwdriver or small cutters is the only thing keeping a cheating man faithful to you then you are not just a fool, you are an idiot. Sorry to be harsh, but think about it. There are men who will throw away safety, power, wealth and even the lives of themselves and others just to fulfill one of our strong biological urges. If your man isn’t strong enough, or loves you enough, or respects you enough, or isn’t civilized enough to not fuck someone else without the consent and discussion of all parties involved then I promise you that your little cage isn’t going stop him. He is a jerk to start with, don’t play with him. Period.

Now, how to do it right.

Use your words. Make a role-playing game out of it. Talk to him, often (see above) about how you love the power over his orgasms he’s given up, or how you can play with others but as sub he can’t, or how as a sub he hasn’t earned the right to play a top role, or how he’s the bottom bitch now, etc. You know your man and what buttons to push to make him excited. Use it. And use it often. If he isn’t getting to play with his dick then you need to play with his head. And far more often than he ever played with his dick. Whatever you do, help him remember why he made a vow to you and why you are worth the chastity.

3. This is some amazingly anti sex thinking going on there. Listen to sex advice shows or read non-sex positive help books for couples and you will hear the lamination of the women (not being sexist, being Conan) over how awful his masturbation is. He does it many times a day and he doesn’t want to play with me and its like he’s cheating and… and… and… BULLSHIT. Masturbation is something most every higher animal does and most every person does unless there has been trauma. Emotional, physical, cultural or religious trauma but it takes some kind of trauma to make someone give up the benefits of masturbation. Male masturbation is not evil.

Now I will admit that like any activity, it can be over done or become all consuming. But that is a discussion of addiction and not one of kink. There is a difference. And if you can’t see the difference you need some education on what addiction is.

And I will also admit that there are those that chose masturbation over their partners but this is because of … trauma! If your bed has become so painful to be in, difficult to obtain, tricky to navigate, or he feels to shamed to join you, or random to the point of no longer being a realistic option then yeah, he might rub one out… often. But that isn’t because he prefers it. It is because it is ‘that’ or the relationship ends (going separate ways or it loses what it once was). He has needs that occur at a duration or time that you cannot or will not meet. And he has found a way to meet them that saves your relationship. This isn’t true in every case but it is in more cases than people want to admit. :-(

How to fix this?

Welcome to the reoccurring theme of a fun, positive and kinky replacement. You are locking him up and taking away the right of orgasm. And like anytime someone locks up a natural animal you become responsible for their care and maintenance. You get to control when, AND HOW, he releases. It could be never. In that case, you have to find a suitable replacement that is applied at least as often as what you are taking away (i.e. masturbation… which can be multiple times a day for some guys). This replacement could be submissive acts, kinky words, edging, etc. And then the occasional ruin or miliking or prostate release. Whatever you do, make it fun (even in an evil way) and make it very frequent. And if it doesn’t result in frequent releases (kinky talk, submissive tasks, etc) then it has to be as frequent as his normal masturbation schedule (if not more so).

2. Nope.

This might happen in the first few days as he gets horny as hell. But if you keep ignoring it, keep his sex drive in that sexual oubliette, you know what happens to that powerful, biologically fueled, drive? It changes to something much darker. It could be anger, depression, sadness, rejection, violence, etc. Whatever your man’s dark nature is, being forgotten and ignored will bring it out and bring it out amplified. When you forget him, the best you can hope for is to crush his spirit to the point where he doesn’t care anymore. In any case, you will kill the spark that made you love him in the first place. That darkness will cause the game to come to an end in a miserable failure and might put in place lasting emotional trauma that you can’t fix.

How do you do it right?

DO NOT IGNORE HIM. Don’t forget him. Absence DOES NOT MAKE THE HEART GROW FONDER. Constant teasing and torture and playing and edging and whatever other fun kinky things you do will. If it is done often it WILL make his libido skyrocket and bring out the fun, kinky side of him. He may get super submissive. He may beg. Plead. Claim he’s dying. :-) But he won’t be mad, depressed, violent or feel forgotten. He will feel loved, owned and played with.

1. You know what? This is the same as the last one. Go re-read that again.

In the end, chastity is an awesome game so long as the keyholder (as always, physical or mental) doesn’t take a fire and forget approach, or the ‘absence will make the heart grow fonder so if I forget to play with him one day, two days, a week, two weeks, he’ll really be ready to play when I do finally grace him with the merest crumb of play time’ approach. If you do that, it will backfire spectacularly.

Chastity can do all those wonderful things the Tumblr blogs say it can. It can make your man feel, and be, much more submissive. He can find a renewed spark in you. He can feel loved, cared for and not shamed for want to play with the person he loved. So long as you don’t ignore your dominant role and don’t forget to play more often than the activity your are replacing (his desire to orgasm) then it will work.

If you want to read some full articles, here are places to start from.

http://flrreding.tumblr.com/post/155699679122/the-following-is-an-insightful-piece-written-by

https://plasticchastitydevices.tumblr.com/post/170104656799/to-10-benefits-of-male-chastity

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kinkyminstrel · 11 months ago

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A bit too brutal for my kind of taste,but a hot development from a free Human changed to some kind of slavegirl. Well written, looking forward for simliar stories.

The torrential rain falling on the dark streets of the city threatened to wash anyone standing out in it too long away down the sidewalk. Hannah was huddled in a doorway trying to prevent her beautiful blonde hair from getting ruined, while shivering.

Where the hell were all the taxis? 35 minutes and not a single cab had driven in to the taxi rank. She had been walking home and was a good few kilometers from the nightclub she had been out partying at with her close friend, Jess. Then it had started raining. Hard.

Hannah didn't resent Jess for leaving early with some hunky guy. He was hot, she was single, it would be unfair to deny the girl her fun, but damn did it make the waiting in the cold and wet that much worse when on your own.

She sighed, and was about to consider making the long walk home when a tall woman, wearing a long overcoat, high heels and carrying a large black umbrella while taking long drags on a cigarette wandered up to the door frame where Hannah was huddled.

"No cabs huh? Typical." The woman said, before holding out her hand and offering a cigarette from the slightly crumpled box she had pulled from her purse.

Hannah declined, but took a moment to admire the woman. She was older, mid forties perhaps, but carried elegance and sophistication in her that Hannah could never replicate. Everything about her seemed to be oozing confidence and style, and Hannah hoped she could rock such a look in 20 years time herself.

The two stood in silence while the woman finished smoking, watching the dimly illuminated street - eerily quiet.

"Guess it's just us two ladies out tonight - rain must have kept everyone in. Smart folks." The woman seemed to say to herself, and Hannah just let out a sigh.

"I just wanna get home, I'm tired." Hannah replied, not wanting to be rude but not really in the mood for small talk.

"I'm gonna make a call, you live far?" The woman reached into her purse, an expensive designer label, and retrieved her phone, making a quick dial.

Hannah could barely protest before the woman was talking to someone "Heya, mind picking me up from the cab rank on Main street? Got a friend to take too... great... see you soon."

"It's fine really, I can manage..." Hannah said before the woman cut her off.

"Nonsense, you're gonna get pneumonia wearing that skimpy outfit in this weather." The woman was assertive and Hannah didn't know how to rebut, but she didn't want to get in a car with a stranger. She had seen too many true crime documentaries to be that stupid.

"I'll just... wait... be fine..." she mumbled and the two went back to silence. Another 15 minutes passed without a single person or vehicle in sight. It was now approaching 4am, and Jess was shivering. The woman made some small talk with Hannah, and the 23 year old found out the woman was called Petra, and had been out at some fancy dinner party that went on far too late. Hannah had explained her night out and the two had giggled over Hannah's friend ditching her for a guy.

Suddenly the two strangers were illuminated by beams of light, as a car pulled around the corner and stopped in the cab rank. Hannah thought she had been saved, hoping it was a taxi, but was immediately deflated when she made out the shape of a large black SUV.

"This is my ride" the woman flicked the butt of another cigarette on the ground and walked over to the passenger door and held it open. "Well Hannah, you coming?"

Hannah knew it was risky, but the woman seemed nice enough. Her mind already seemed to be made up, as she imagined the warm heated interior of the car. Hannah made a dash, and flung herself in the back of the vehicle, breathing a sigh of relief to be out of the cold.

On getting in Hannah realised the far side seat was occupied already, and so Hannah had to settle for the middle seat, as Petra got in behind her. Hannah felt herself get nervous being sandwiched between two strangers in a vehicle. This other woman was muscular, wearing a leather jacket, tank top, denim jeans and tall black leather boots. Her raven black hair was barely visible in the back of the car, and her grin on seeing Hannah did nothing to put the girl at ease.

"Uh hi... I'm Hannah" she said trying to diffuse her own panic attack from setting in. To her left Petra smiled.

Hannah these are my friends, that's Justine you're sitting next to, and that's Nina our driver for the evening. The woman behind the wheel looked in the mirror and nodded, but Hannah could barely make the woman out in the darkness.

"Where you been cutie? Awfully bad place to be all on your own." Justine asked, and Hannah felt a lot of unease at the way the woman seemed to be ogling her.

Hannah kept her replies brief, and tried to just look straight ahead. Why hadn't the driver asked where she needed to be taken.

"Oh so you like to party huh? I can show you a good time girly" Justine flashed another smile as she crudely held her breasts. Hannah all of a sudden felt terrified.

"Oh do be quiet Justine, you're scaring her." Petra scolded the other woman, who leaned back and rolled her eyes.

"I'm just playing" the bitch replied. Hannah hated her. "I just like what I see" with that Justine grabbed hold of Hannah's thigh giving it a squeeze.

Petra was quick to lean over and smack Justine's hand, causing the lecherous woman to back off.

"You know the rules Justine. Hands off the merchandise, at least until it's processed." Petra said so matter-of-factly at first it didn't process in Hannah's head. She turned to Petra in confusion and shock and was met by a predatory grin that made Hannah's stomach tie in knots.

"Let me out of the car. Right fucking now." Hannah leered at Petra, holding her stare. Petra didn't even blink.

"Oh dear, I think we both know that isn't gonna happen now, is it sweet heart?" Petra spoke so condescendingly, Hannah felt herself begin to tear up at the predicament. Her eyes welled, and she began to hyperventilate as this snooty bitch seemed to suggest her worst fears were coming true.

"F-fuck you bitch... try me!" Hannah managed then lunged at Petra, scratching and screaming. Petra leaned back as the girl scrambled for the door, then screamed again as her hair was yanked hard from behind. Justine was now wrapped around her, twisting the girl's arm behind her back, threatening to snap it. Hannah screamed again, half in pain, half as a cry for help.

"Fucking hell can someone gag the bitch?" said Nina, as she calmly accelerated, knowing the tinted windows would offer some privacy to the chaos happening in the back.

Hannah kept screaming as mascara ran down her face and saliva dripped from her mouth on to Petra's coat. She was currently bent over double, her head pushed down hard by Justine as Petra calmly reached into a box by the back seat and pulled out a ball gag. As Hannah screamed all kinds of expletives at the woman she merely smiled at Hannah and pushed the gag into the girl's helpless mouth.

"Hush hush now Hannah, keep that up and someone would have got hurt" with that she pressed her finger to Hannah's nose and pushed gently. "Much better, now are you going to sit still or do you need the sedative?" Hannah's eyes were like daggers, and she pulled and yanked, trying to free herself from the grip of the woman behind her.

"Oh she's gonna need the sedative alright" said Justine, battling with the girl to keep her secured.

"Feisty little cunt aren't you?" Petra said, pulling a vial from a small black case, before holding Hannah's head firmly and pushing the syringe into the helpless girl's neck. Hannah felt icy cool liquid flow through her, and suddenly she felt light headed and any urge to struggle disappeared. Her head lulled slightly, and she felt soft fingers run through her hair as Petra pulled her back to a sitting position while she felt Justine attach metal cuffs behind her back.

Petra then leaned in, embracing the girl in a hug, as Hannah's tears continued to fall freely. "There there, girly, I know, I know, you fought so well, but it's over now, just relax. Petra will look after you. You just sit nice and still while we get you home OK?"

Hannah drifted in and out of consciousness, feeling that perverted hand of Justine sliding up her leg again, this time met with no resistance as chubby fingers came in contact with her inner thigh, and began to slide over her sex. Hannah grunted, only processing the arousal of being touched, as Justine began to finger the poor girl. Petra was quick to toss Hannah's purse in a large trash can as they drove past, removing any hope of Hannah being traced.

Petra, for the most part seemed uninterested in the captive, instead talking to Nina about which safe house they would take her to for processing. Hannah had no way of comprehending what the women were saying, as they discussed her value on the slave market.

"I reckon we get at least 200k in her current condition, so long as Justine here doesn't mark her" said Nina, grinning.

Petra had her own wicked smile "I know a buyer who would pay double that for this one, untrained."

"Untrained?! No way" said Nina, knowing typically buyers preferred their toys broken in for simplicity.

"Oh yes way, she's an absolute sadist, likes to see the light of hope in their eyes flicker out. Got this whole basement of her house designed for breaking sluts like her in. Puts our safe house to shame.

Hannah whimpered, interrupting the conversation. Not because of anything the women had said, purely because Justine had the girl's underwear pulled aside and was finger fucking the drugged up slave. Petra and Nina both looked at the girl and grinned.

"Go easy on her Justine, you hear, there's 133k each riding on keeping her intact." Said Nina, who was now positively beaming with excitement.

"Yeah yeah, spoil my fun why don't you, can't we just keep this one? - what good's the money, rather have the bitch."

Petra scoffed. "Justine, these sluts are a dime a dozen. You'll be saying the same thing next week when some whore is on your lap, only you'll be a richer girl for it. Maybe you could even buy some class."

"Ahhh kiss my ass" Justine retorted. Nina and Petra giggled as Hannah grunted, her pussy soaked from the teasing fingers of the evil bitch next to her.

When the SUV finally pulled up to a secluded cabin Nina and Petra got out. A quick walk around confirmed the safe house hadn't been compromised, and so then as the dawn light rose Hannah felt herself being lifted to her feet, as Justine helped the gagged and cuffed girl make woozy steps to the door.

The women quickly secured the metal door frame again, bolting it in place, and then moved the coffee table in the lounge area, lifting the rug to reveal a large steel trap door with several locks in place. The women quickly unlocked the door and Justine carried the docile Hannah down the steps into the depths.

Incandescent lights came on, and the room, with bright white tiles adorning the walls and floor made Hannah squint. She let out a muffled moan as Justine unceremoniously dropped her on the ground, before binding the girl's feet with nylon cord. Hannah then felt a thick chain attach to the cord around her feet, as Justine turned a crank and a hook hoisted her up in the air, leaving her to hang upside down, dangling uselessly.

Petra lit another cigarette and walked over, picking up a set of shears from the nearby surgical table. She began chopping away at Hannah's clothes, leaving the girl naked beside the restraints and gag in her mouth. Hannah reacted to the cool air on her exposed flesh with a series of moans, and Petra sighed.

The woman crouched down so her eyes were level with Hannah's, just a few feet from the floor. "Such a shame, this is usually the part where I put my cigarette out on your tits to wake you from your stupor, but too bad, someone else has the honour of breaking you in."

With that Petra gave the girl a slap hard on the face and stood up. "We'll be back in an hour or so once your medicine has worn off. I want you sober for what happens next." With that Petra walked off, while Nina stood nearby, snapping photos of Hannah dangling nearby on a digital camera. "For the market" Nina said, before following Petra upstairs. Justine pulled up a stool next to Hannah, her job as security for the operation meant she was to make sure Hannah didn't somehow wriggle out of her bonds. Watching Hannah in a drowsy state spinning around letting out whimpered moans was enough to keep Justine aroused, and she slipped a hand beneath the waist line of her jeans and enjoyed the show.

Hannah's head was spinning, but slowly the world was coming back in to focus. At first she thought she might have just had a drunken nightmare, but realisation soon hit her. Everything she remembered was real. It was really happening. Everything was upside down, and Hanna tried wriggling to get down. Her mouth was still gagged so she didn't bother trying to scream or cry for help. She just focused on tugging at the bonds around her feet and the cuffs on her wrists.

No matter which way she flexed and pulled it was hopeless, and as she slowly spun around she made eye contact with that molesting bitch Justine, who was sitting just a few feet away, clearly enjoying herself as she watched Hannah struggle. Hannah stopped and just leered at the woman through tear drenched eyes.

"Oh don't stop little pig, I was just enjoying your squirming." Justine said, tilting her head as she worked fingers in and out of her pussy, her jeans now pooled around her ankles so she could better reach her own needy sex. Hannah stopped struggling. Caught between wanting to escape and not giving this evil nasty woman the pleasure of her struggle.

The woman, seeing Hannah wasn't going to put on a show any more, withdrew her fingers, hiked her jeans back up and walked over to Hannah, leaning over and wiping her fresh juices over the girl's face. "Something to remember me by." With that the woman stood up, picking up her leather jacket, and walked up the stairway leading out of the basement.

For a moment Hannah was left with her own thoughts. She thought about the night before, how stupid she had been. She wondered if anyone would even know she was missing yet. She surmised it was still some time in the morning, so it was likely hours before people would piece together what might have happened. She had to get out, had to find a chance to escape and take it. She was determined, these nasty evil bitches wouldn't get away with this, Hannah would make them pay.

Moments later she heard the hatch open and multiple footsteps as Justine came down the stairs followed by Petra. Hannah uselessly tried to swing herself at the two women, who laughed at her pathetic attempt at resistance.

"Is that it?" Petra snarled. "Finished your little show of resistance or is there more?" Gone were any of the niceties and faux kindness Petra had shared with Hannah in the car. She walked over as Justine lowered the girl to the floor. The cold surface only further inflamed Hannah, who tried to yell 'fuck you' through the gag, but all that came out were muffled gasps and dollops of saliva. She squirmed in her bonds, backing herself against the nearest wall and snarled. She would fight them every step of the way.

"Get her in the chair" Petra ordered Justine. "I want to show her how bad things can get."

Justine grinned and grabbed Hannah by the hair, roughly dragging her from the corner of the room toward a heavy duty wooden chair toward the back of the room. It was facing a wall with a TV mounted. Justine was careful to first untie Hannah's feet before fixing them in to the metal restraints on each chair leg. Hannah kicked uselessly, unable to do anything but delay the inevitable as her legs were spread. Arms behind her back still she could only watch as Petra attached a chain around the cuffs and padlocked it to an eyelet on the back of the chair. Finally two curved strips of metal either side of Hannah's neck were clasped together and padlocked in place. She was secured. Fuck.

But the women weren't finished. Petra picked up a box connected to a cable leading under the chair, and Hannah looked down to see a round hole in the base of the seat. Hannah then heard a motor begin to whir as a piston powered rubber cock protruded from the hole.

No way thought Hannah. No way is that thing going near me. She swivelled her hips, as Justine tried to hold her still. The penis was no longer moving, just poking a couple of inches out of the base.

Justine then spat at Hannah's exposed pussy, before aggressively rubbing the spit into Hannah's pussy and the violently tugged Hannah forward until the rubber cock was beneath her slit.

"Now." said Justine and Petra pushed a button. The cock shot up another 3 inches but Hannah shifted her weight and dodged the vicious movement. Petra snarled as she reset the piston position. "Hold her still."

Justine looked Hannah in the eye then with one hand tweaked a nipple hard. Hannah screamed in pain and as she was reeling from it Justine took the moment of distraction to shift Hannah's hips back in place. "Again" Justine ordered and Petra was ready. This time the cock thrust up and found its target, impaling Hannah's spit laden pussy with 5 inches of the thick rubber cock. Petra smiled as Hannah sobbed, the shock leaving her shaking.

Justine walked away, leaving Petra to her prey.

"You're so lucky I am not allowed to damage you Hannah. You've got fight, I'll give you that. It won't help though."

Hannah looked up at the woman who was slowly pacing beside the chair, holding that black box in her hand so delicately. "This should make you feel better" Petra teased and rotated a dial on the box. Hannah squirmed as she felt the cock between her thighs begin to pump in and out of her, gently vibrating as it fucked her.

"There, much better yes?" Petra teased as Hannah shook her head and pulled at the restraints, her body began to react to the slow, relentless fucking.

Petra laughed before putting the box down and picking up a TV remote. "I'm going to show you something now. This is how I usually deal with disobedient meat. If you do anything that ruins my chance of this pay out you'll receive a similar fate."

Petra pressed a button and the screen came to life, the USB stick in the side loaded up and Petra selected a video file. The screen filled with a camera pointed at another area of the basement, where a girl was hog tied on the floor with Petra and Justine stood over her.

The women were taking it in turns to work on the girl, Petra working a cane on the girl's feet, while Justine held a cattle prod and kept shocking the girl as she screamed for mercy.

Hannah gulped, utterly terrified by the cruelty and lack of empathy from the women as the girl stopped screaming, and just sobbed, shaking, broken.

"See Hannah? I'm not a nice person when someone tries to take my money from me. Little Kimmie here thought she could put up a fight. Tried running away, even managed to slice up poor Justine in her escape attempt. But she didn't get far. Managed to bruise herself up real good in the attempt, the black eye she got knocked some value off her at sale. Put a few buyers off. That pissed me off. You don't want to piss me off Hannah, do you?"

Hannah shook her head. The fucking machine was messing with her, she couldn't think. The cruelty on screen was too much. Justine was rolling the girl over, shoving her boot in the girls mouth as the cane came down again and again. It was as relentless as the vibrating cock working on Hannah's pussy.

"Good girl. Because if you try to run, if you keep fighting us, if you put my payout in jeopardy then I won't need to keep you in pristine condition any more. And there's nothing I would enjoy more than breaking you completely."

Hannah whimpered, trying to turn and look as Petra leaned close, her voice now a gentle whisper. "Now be nice and obedient for me and Justine, we're the last nice people you're going to meet for a while. The easier you make it the more gentle we will be. You've got a couple of days left with us still, do you want to spend those days dangling upside down while Justine finds new ways to hurt you without leaving a mark?"

Hannah shook her head and sobbed again. "No? then I will make you a deal, do as I say and I'll treat you well OK? No more pain, no more machine fucking you. But one step out of line, and the deal is off. Yes?"

Hannah nodded as she looked up at the woman with fresh fear. Petra stopped the machine and video and playfully tussled the girls hair, before walking out of the basement. Leaving Hannah sobbing in the chair.

Hannah wasn't sure how long had passed as she sat in silence. The dildo between her legs was uncomfortable but at least it wasn't thrusting in to her. Suddenly she heard excited voices and foot steps, and made out Justine, Nina and Petra in high spirits. "She's paid us already, I can't believe it, best pay out yet." Justine exclaimed.

"I'm gonna go on holiday after this, I need a deserved break" added Nina.

"Ladies, ladies, let's just focus on delivering the goods and then we can all take a deserved break." Petra, still calm but clearly in a good mood tried to stop the other two getting ahead of themselves. The three walked over to where Hannah was sitting. Justine picked up a cattle prod from its mount on the wall and stood back a bit.

Hannah saw Petra come into her field of vision with a set of keys, and began unlocking the restraints holding her in place. Hannah felt an overwhelming urge to lash out at the woman, this was her best chance. Her wrists were released with a click, and she looked Petra in the eye, the two women sharing an intense moment inches from each others face as Hannah decided whether to disobey.

Hannah never lashed out, the moment passed, she sat there passively, her breathing now heavy.

"Stand" said Petra and Hannah gingerly got to her feet. Her balance was shaky and she stumbled a few times as Petra walked around her, poking, pinching, prodding at Hannah's exposed flesh.

"A good grade of meat you've turned out to be. Your buyer will be happy. Time to get you cleaned up, she'll be here in 2 days to collect. Remember our little deal?" Petra's soft voice belied the cruelty beneath her exterior. Hannah, still gagged, just nodded as she was lead to a shower area in the corner. Petra took time to scrub the girl clean, almost gently as Hannah shivered in the ice cold water.

She was then lead to a cage and given a bowl of water to drink from. Petra kissed Hannah softly on the forehead before pushing her into the cage and locking the door. Soft blankets and cushions were adorned inside, and Hannah collapsed into them.

"Rest up, you'll need your strength." Petra then lead the group off out of the basement.

Hannah was kept in the cage for the next 2 days. Petra brought water and food down, and would wash the girl and give her multiple bathroom breaks per day. It wasn't kindness, but it wasn't cruelty, and Hannah would take it. She shut herself down, mentally checked out. She dreamed of home, of her friends, her family which made waking up even worse, but she didn't dare upset Petra.

2 days later Hannah watched the hatch open for the last time as Petra and Justine came down the stairs. Petra especially seemed in a good mood.

"Wakey wakey, it's time to get ready." Petra cooed, as she unlocked the cage. Hannah gulped, butterflies in her stomach as she crawled out. The gag, only removed when she was fed and watered, meant Hannah now left a slimey trail of drool wherever she went. Petra didn't seem to mind and Hannah was showered shortly after anyway. This time Petra washed the girls hair, and took time to scrub Hannah all over, paying special attention to Hannah's pussy. The girl went into her shell completely, following orders as Petra prepared her.

Finally once cleaned, dried, fed and watered Petra tossed a bag at Hannah's feet as Justine looked on, not trusting Hannah to try and make a run, cattle prod in hand blocking the stair way.

Hannah opened the bag and removed the garments one by one. Black lace bra and panties, body corset, suspenders... it was a slutty fetish outfit, made terrifying by the black leather hood. No eye holes, just two tiny holes for her nose to breathe through. She looked at Petra.

"You put that on last dummy. Now hurry up." was all the reply the woman cared to offer, so Hannah began to put on each item, struggling with the bra as her hands shook.

"Oh wow, has the meat forgotten how to wear clothes already?" Justine sneered as Petra walked over and quickly helped Hannah into the outfit her buyer had requested. Hannah began sobbing as Petra brushed the tears away. "Oh Hannah, please don't cry, it will make it really hard to breathe in this." With that Petra pulled the hood over Hannah's head, encasing the girl in darkness. Her wet cheeks stuck to the mask and her breathing became short and sharp.

"Relax" Petra said calmly as she slipped a metal collar around Hannah's neck and clicked the padlock in place giving it a gentle tug on the attached chain. "Up we go dear, last time you have to be in this horrible basement, which is nice isn't it?" Petra couldn't help but admire how sexy her captive looked right now. Such a shame she hadn't been allowed to play with the thing. Justine followed behind, pressing the cattle prod into Hannah's buttocks while it was uncharged, just to remind Hannah not to step out of line.

Blindly Hannah stumbled up the stairs as Petra and Justine giggled at the girl's plight. She was lead to the living room where the women quickly moved the rug and coffee table back into position. Petra placed a soft red cushion on the coffee table and patted it.

"Up you get on here Hannah, kneel, back straight." Petra aided Hannah onto the cushion and then ordered her to sit still. She pulled out a series of leather straps and bound Hannah's thighs and shins on each leg as well as her arms tight behind her back. Satisfied she stood back to admire her work.

"Perfect, she's going to love you Hannah." Petra said, her voice retaining that cruel snide taint. "Just don't expect that love to be kind, or caring." Hannah heard all 3 of the women who had taken her laughing. Hannah began sobbing, but the women seemed to ignore it, already busy packing up and making plans for leaving the site and spending the money Hannah was making them.

Suddenly Hannah heard a vehicle outside and the women stopped their excited chatter. "Our guest is here, let's give her a warm welcome and show her what a great choice she made buying from us ladies." Petra then opened the door and Hannah felt her self begin to panic all over again. Suddenly a new voice could be heard and Hannah pulled at the tight binds.

"Madame DuBois so lovely to meet you finally" Hannah heard Petra say.

"Oh well I've heard such good things about the quality of your... stock" the new voice said, who Hannah could only assume was her 'buyer'.

"Oh our meat is of the finest grade Madame, and this particular cut is primed to your certain tastes." Petra said, making Hannah shudder.

The two women walked toward Hannah, and even blinded by the hood Hannah could feel their eyes upon her.

"I take it she hasn't been broken in? Still some spirit left?" Madame DuBois asked Petra, as a hand caressed Hannah's skin.

"Oh she likely is still plotting her moment to escape, I've done enough to subdue that but she's a feisty little thing." Petra followed the other woman around as Madame DuBois roughly prodded and groped the helpless slave.

"And what of her... skills? Has she been tested?" Madame DuBois raised an eyebrow as she waited or Petra's response.

"We did some digging after capture, seems she had a boyfriend back home and is likely straight. And we wanted to keep her nice and ripe for you Madame. None of my team have put her to use."

Madame DuBois appeared pleased with the response, clapping her hands together in delight. Hannah let out a muffled moan, her body now trembling. "Wonderful ladies, pleasure doing business with you. Help me load her in the back of my car and I will rid you of the little whore right away."

"It would be our pleasure Madame, thank you for your swift payment. Hope we can do business soon." Petra grinned as Justine hoisted the girl over her shoulders and moved her to the trunk of Madame DuBois car. Hannah was disorientated as she was laid down. Petra waited until she was alone with the helpless girl to whisper in her ear.

"Goodbye little slut, the easy part is over for you now. Your life is about to become hell, and I almost wish I could watch." With that Petra kissed the girl on the part of the mask covering the girl's forehead, and closed the trunk.

Hannah felt the car engine start and was left in her own little world as the vehicle drove off. She could hear nothing of note or see anything, and so her mind wandered again, day dreaming of rescue, of escape, of anything but the waking nightmare she found herself in.

Several hours passed as Hannah drifted in and out of sleep, when suddenly Hannah felt cool air as she was hoisted from the car and brought into Madame Dubois stately home by the woman's home security guard, a muscular woman not too dissimilar to Justine in her build, with short spiked hair and tattoos adorning most of her visible skin.

Hannah, still gagged and hooded, righted herself onto her knees and tried to think of a plan. She needed to escape. Before it was too late. Unable to see though, she was powerless. Hannah had no idea that right now she was in a soundproof basement being watched by Madame Dubois' head of security. The woman who paid for her had not even bothered to directly speak to the girl.

There were footsteps toward Hannah, the sound of thick riding boots walking across concrete, as the owner of the home took steps toward the slave girl. Hannah whimpered as she felt the presence standing over her. Then a swish and thwack as a cane made impact with Hannah's back. The girl nearly passed out from the pain. She screamed into the gag, who the hell did this bitch think she was? Then came the cane again this time on her thigh, and uselessly Hannah rolled around in her binds.

"Cut the straps" ordered Madame DuBois and next Hannah felt the leather around her legs and arms cut free. Hannah instinctively went to pull off the mask but another swish of the cane hitting her forearm soon stopped that.

"Try to remove something I dress you in again and I pull your fingernails out. Understand?" Madame DuBois held the wooden cane to Hannah's chin, walking around her. "Hands on your head, kneel properly. Back straight. Tits out. Legs spread." Hannah followed the instructions as Madame DuBois gently swatted at the girl to mark where to focus on.

"Now, here's what's going to happen you dumb little whore. I'm going to show you what happens to disobedient girls who try to escape. If you ever think of running, or disobeying, or even thinking of planning some escape, I want you to remember today. Rembember how it feels because this will be just a fraction of what will happen if my property tries to think of itself as free."

Madame DuBois went on to torture poor Hannah, the cane was followed by nipple clamps, electro-stimulus patches on her thighs, cord choking her neck. When the woman finally pulled off the hood she looked into Hannah's eyes intently. Hannah was dizzy and barely able to focus. The gag was pulled out and Hannah felt the relief in her jaw. "Are you going to be a good girl for me, or do I have to bloody you a little first hmmm meat?"

Hannah shook her head and murmured "be... good..." only to be met with a swat of the cane on her breasts.

"Speak up, meat."

"I'll... be... good." Hannah managed, her voice breaking under the pain.

"Good, and you're to call me Madame at all times." then Madame DuBois turned to her security officer "feed it, bathe it, and hang it up to dry with the others, tomorrow we see how good at following instructions it can be."

The security officer, while firm, made no attempt to hurt Hannah, who meekly obeyed as she was stripped off,washed, ordered to eat and then chained up with several other slave girls in a cell room. Her hood was put back on her head, but at least the gag was no longer required.

The next morning Hannah was gain washed, fed, and dressed up in a similar set of lingerie to the previous day, the old full face hood was replaced by a similar one but with a ring hole at the mouth. Hannah was glad not to be gagged again, but she dared not speak. The security officer was firm with her, but Hannah, hooded and still sore and sleep deprived put up no resistance as she was moved upstairs and placed kneeling in front of the couch in a living space.

Madame DuBois admired the girl, red welts and bruises adorning her pale skin. The woman wore a silk robe, and carried a short leather riding crop, which she used to playfully swat at Hannah's flesh as she spoke to her.

"Not a bad rump, but honestly I was expecting more fight. Just a day to break you? No I think not. You're biding your time, waiting for your moment to hit me and run."

Hannah shook her head, "No...uhh Madame... I wouldn't" and Hannah was pretty sure at that point she meant it. Madame DuBois merely laughed.

"Yes yes that's what they all say, then weeks go by they forget their first lesson, and back down to the basement we go and I get to play with my fun toys."

Hannah shuddered at the thought of yesterday, she couldn't go through that again. Her mind raced but soon she was given something new to think about as Madame DuBois showed new intentions for the girl.

"So meat, have you ever licked pussy before?" Hannah couldn't see, but the dominant woman before her was now sitting on the couch, spreading her legs, allowing the robe to part and reveal her wet hairy pussy, glistening with need.

The submissive shook her head. "N-no Madame, I'm straight. I..." Hannah wanted to say can't, or won't and thought better of it.

Her new owner let out a cackle. "Oh doll, I don't give a fuck if you're straight, you're property now, and we can have a nice long lesson."

Hannah tried to gulp but found her mouth dry. The chain leash attached to the metal collar around her neck was pulled tight and Hannah stumbled forward.

"So my little meat, what lessons will it be today? Will you learn how to use that whore mouth to please me? Or do we have more fun lessons in the basement first?"

Hannah shook her head "No... please..."

The Madame ordered Hannah to beg. Beg to learn to eat pussy, beg not to be tortured for another day. Hannah fearing another day of pain followed the orders and soon found herself pulled into Madame DuBois' hot wet slit. She learned how to pleasure her new owner,licking, sucking, sliding her tongue around the woman's clit just right. Madame DuBois purred, the girl was a natural.

"Yes my little toy, just like that, worship my cunny, you're all mine now. I'm going to destroy you."

Hannah hated the taste, hated how pleased this evil woman was getting, but the lessons were fresh in her mind. For now she would obey.

Madame DuBois had so many more plans for her new slave meat, and poor Hannah would soon find out how sadistic and evil the woman was. If there was one thing that got the dominant woman more turned on than a pretty tongue between her thighs, it was a helpless slut screaming for mercy while she broke her in.

Yes, thought Madame DuBois, this one will be perfect.

#bdsm #story #fiction #bd/sm dynamic

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kinkyminstrel · 11 months ago

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A hot idea. Would love to do this kind of kinky treasure hunt.

X marks the treasure. Knot going to use clover clamps. Nipples can't take too much pressure. Been there seen this done wrong. I test clamps on the area between my fingers. If I can't handle it then a girl shouldn't be wearing a clamp. Not all girls like clamps. Don't over use it. Safety 1st

Bound like this eventually those knees are going to hurt. Add in little soft pads & she thank u L8r.

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kinkyminstrel · 11 months ago

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Bei der folgenden Geschichte handelt es sich um eine Fantasie und nicht um die Realität.

Interrailüberraschung

Grace stand in der Sonne. Sie spürte die Hitze, die trockene Luft um sie, sah das flimmern über der steinigen Straße an der sie stand und auf ihre Überraschung warte.

Grace hatte die letzten 6 Wochen damit verbracht per Zug durch Europa zu reisen. Die rebellische Irin hatte im letzten halben Jahr ihr Auslandssemester in Neapel beendet und nutze nun die Zeit bis zu ihrer Rückkehr auf die Insel um das europäische Festland zu sehen. Von Neapel war sie durch Italien und Österreich, weiter nach Ungarn, Rumänien, Bulgarien und Griechenland bis nach Kroatien gereist. Sie hatte viel gesehen und erlebt. Schöne Landschaften und Sonnenaufgänge, tolle Partys und unglaublichen Sex mit dem Mond über der Ägäis.

Grace war schon immer eine Abenteurerin gewesen. Sie schlief im Zelt, trampte, oder ging auf Partys in der Hoffnung bei einem Gönner im Bett oder auf der Couch zu landen und wenn es ihr passte lehnte sie auch eine Runde Sex egal ob mit ihm oder ihr nicht ab.

So war es auch gestern gewesen. Sie hatte eine Party besucht, zwei Männer kennengelernt. Brüder. Der ältere still aber mysteriös, der jüngere hingegen laut und launisch. Ein Fuckboy, wie er im Buche steht.

Grace hatte seine Blicke sofort bemerkt. Ihr rotes Haar und ihre dreads waren vor Ort nicht häufig zu sehen und daher wetteiferten viele um ihre Gunst. Das hatte ihr gefallen. Sie hatte sich eine Menge drinks ausgeben lassen bevor sie sich später von den Brüdern mit nach hause nehmen ließ.

Die Nacht war kurz gewesen. Sie hatten sie zum schreien und kommem gebracht. Sich immer ab-und die Stellung mit ihr gewechselt. In der Küche, auf der Terasse, draußen im Pool und besonders aufregend, später an einen Pfosten gefesselt im Keller. Besonders dieser letzte Sex hat ihr einen gigantischen Orgasmus beschert, mit ihren Händen in den Handschellen, ein penis in ihr und eine Hand über ihrem Mund die ihr lautes Stöhnen gedämpfte hatte.

Das hatte sie erregt. So erregt, dass sie sich am Morgen als sie sich gerade wieder angezogen hatte und in der Küche stand nichts dabei dachte als der ältere wieder zu ihr kam und sich eng hinter sie stelle.

Er hatte sie in den Nacken geküsst und ihr dann sanft die Hände auf den Rücken gezogen. Sie hatte es geschehen lassen, ein Quickie am Morgen bevor sie weiterzog? Warum nicht? Dann hatte sie das klicken gehört und gemerkt wie es sie erregte. Erst links dann rechts, schon waren ihre Hände auf dem Rücken fixiert. Was sie jedoch wunderte war, dass er auch an ihren Füßen Handschellen anbrachte, dort jedoch mit einer Kette dazwischen, sodass sie noch langsam laufen konnte.

"We got a surprise for you, Grace. Come with me."

Sie hatte sich gefreut, etwas aufregendes und erotisches erwartet. Er war mit ihr in seinen Wagen gestiegen und zu einem nahegelgen Olivenhain etwas abseits gefahren. Nur eine steinige Straße und eine Mauer waren neben den Olivenbäumen zu sehen. Außer ihnen war kein Mensch dort gewesen, nur Grace und der ältere der Brüder. "We habe to wait here. The suprise will arrive in a few minutes. But while we are waiting..."

Und dann hatten sie nochmal Sex gehabt, diesmal allerdings deutlich heftiger. Er hatte ihr heftig den hintern versohlt, sie gebissen und geschlagen. Grace hatte nichts gegen ein paar Schmerzen beim Sex, ein bisschen maso war sie schon immer gewesen wenn es passte aber diesmal war es fast zu viel. Doch das gefesselt sein und der Schmerz wenn er ihr die steifen Nippel umdrehte machten sie umso mehr an. Doch am Ende konnte sie ihre Entäuschung kaum verbergen, als er sich tief in ihren Hals ergoss, ihre Bedürfnisse aber nicht im mindesten beachtete.

Im Gegenteil, er gab ihr nicht einmal ihren slip nicht zurück und nahm ihr auch noch ihre Sandalen weg. Im Austausch dafür gab er ihr nur ein paar sehr hohe schwarze Heels mit einem Blockabsatz. Auch hatte er sie nie losgemacht sodass sie die ganze Zeit gefesselt war. Grace war daran zu protestieren doch er sah sie nur durchdringend an und befahl ihr leise "Please be quiet. You dont want to destroy your surprise are'nt you?"

Und so schwieg sie und ließ sich die Schuhe anziehen, die sie sonst niemals getragen hätte. Viel zu nuttig und schließlich war sie keine.

In der Ferne sah sie, wie sich ein Wagen näherte. Ihr Begleiter nahm sie an der Schulter und führte sie in die Sonne, an den Rand der Straße neben die Mauer. Sie wunderte sich etwas, das er wieder in den Schatten zurück ging und nicht bei ihr blieb. "Hey, you dont wanna stay with me ? Where is my surprise?" Der trockene Wind bließ ihr kaum hatte sie ausgesprochen eine Haarsträhne ins Gesicht, sie lächelte leicht.

Da hörte sie in leises Klicken. Er machte Fotos von ihr mit seinem Handy. Grace bemerkte es schnell und posierte ein wenig spielerisch für die Kamera die immer schneller klickte. Nach mehreren Bildern war der Wagen mittlerweile fast bei ihnen, ein unscheinbarer grauer Pickup mit abschließbarer Ladefläche. Als der Wagen hielt kam ihr Gönner wieder zu ihr und sie spürte wie er ihr Handy und ihr Portemonnaie aus den hinteren Taschen der Hotpants zog.

"Hey what are you doing? Thats mine I.." da fing sie sich eine Ohrfeige. Der Schmerz und die plötzliche Gewalt ließ sie erschreckt aufschreien, es ging eine Autotür. Da war der andere Bruder. Die beiden sprachen miteinander in einer Sprache die sie nicht kannte. Grace bekam nun Angst. Sie war irgendwo im nirgendwo, mit völlig fremden, hatte kein Handy und war zudem noch gefesselt. "Please, what are you doing, what is this? Where is my surprise? "

Die beiden Brüder sahen sie an und lachten sie aus. "Well wait a second, I'll Show you your surprise, lovely naive girl." Grace lief es kalt den Rücken runter so abfällig wie er mit ihr sprach. Als wäre sie eine dumme Kuh, ein begriffsstutziges, einfältig Ding. Grace wurde immer verwirrter, ihr Unbehagen wuchs. Sie verstand nicht warum sie plötzlich so kalt zu ihr waren.

Der jüngere nahm von dem älteren ihre Wertsachen an sich. Er ging auf sie zu und entsperrte ihr Telefon kurz mit ihrem Gesicht ehe sie verstand was er tat. "Hey! How da..." ein weiterer Schlag traf sie, diesmal in die Magengrube und sie knickte japsend ein und fiel auf die Knie. Grace keuchte und versuchte ihr Gleichgewicht zu halten, was ihr auch gelang als ihr der ältere mit fester Hand in die Haare griff. Sie wollte ihn abschütteln, ihn beschimpfen, entkommen...

"Get your hands off me you fu mmmmmpfffff." Sie schmeckte Stoff und vernahm einen bekannten Geruch. Ihren Geruch. Während Grace noch mit der Fassung Rang, würde neben ihrem eigenen feuchten slip, ein weiterer in ihren Mund gestopft. Doch dieser war nicht ihrer. Er verströhmte einen anderen, aber durchaus angenehmen Geruch. Sofort versuchte Grace den Knebel auszuspucken, doch der ältere hinderte sie daran. Kaum war der Stoff in ihrem Mund verschwunden, klebte ihr der jüngere der Brüder einen Streifen Klebeband über den Mund.

Sie versuchte verzweifelt sich zu wehren doch die Handschellen gaben nicht nach und aus ihrem Mund drangen nur noch unverständliche Laute. "What ? What you say ? I cant understand you, irish slut. But come here...."

Der ältere zog sie an den Haaren auf die Beine und zerrte sie hinter sich her zur Ladefläche des Pickups die der jüngere gerade aufschloss. Grace Augen weiteten sich vor Angst als sich die Ladefläche vor ihr öffnete und zwei ebenfalls gefesselte Frauen freigab.

Die eine hatte lange blonde Haare, und trug ein Cocktailkleid sowie dazu passende heels. Um ihren Hals baumelte ein Ballknebel den sie scheinbar mühevoll aus ihrem Mund gedrückt hatte. Sobald sie die beiden Männer erblickte, redete sie in panischem schnellen Französisch auf die Brüder ein. Die andere, eine schwarze Frau in blue Jeans und einem roten neckholder Top mit sandalen war scheinbar bewusstlos. Auch sie hatte Klebeband über den Lippen und rührte sich nicht. Beide waren an Händen und Füßen gefesselt, dazu hatten man ihre gefesselten Arme und Beine hinter dem Rücken zu einem Hogtie verbunden, so wie grace es von den Schafen in ihrem Heimatdorf kannte.

In einer Ecke der Ladefläche stand eine niedrige Kiste mit Seilen und weiteren Knebeln, Handschellen sowie unförmigen schwarzen Hauben bei der Grace in ihrer Angst nicht wusste wofür diese gut waren. Daneben lagen eine Jacke, sowie zwei Handtaschen samt Portemonnaies, anbei zwei ausgeschaltete Mobildtelefone. Bei beiden fehlte die sim Karte. Grace schrie panisch in ihren Knebel und die blonde Französin sprach noch schneller, Tränen glitzerten in ihren Augen. "Ce vous ple, monsieurs..."

"shut the fuck up." Der jüngere der Brüder packte die Blonde und Grace sah es kurz blitzen. Die Frau schrie laut auf, ihr schrei wurde jedoch schnell von dem großen roten Ball erstickt den ihr der ältere grob in den Mund zurück stopfte und das Band was den Ball hielt, fest hinter ihrem Kopf fixierte. Zusätzlich klickte er ein kleines Vorhöngeschloss durch eines der Löcher des Bandes. Der knebel konnte aus eigener Kraft nun nicht mehr von ihr entfernt werden.

Grace versuchte wegzulaufen, doch die kette zwischen ihren Fußschellen hinderten sie daran schell voran zu kommen. Sie spürte wie sie angehoben und auf die Ladefläche gelegt wurde. Sie versuchte zu treten, zu schlagen, zu schreien, irgendetwas zu tun. Doch es war vergeblich. Die Brüder zogen sie neben die Blondine die sich erst nach zwei weiteren Stromschlägen ihrem Schicksal ergab und unter lautem schluchzen zu weinen begann.

Grace spürte ebenfalls wie ihr die Tränen in die Augen stiegen, während sie immernoch zappelnd auf den Bauch gedreht wurde. Dann spürte sie einen jähen stechenden Schmerz und ihr Widerstand erstarb. Sie zwangen die Irin ihre Beine nach oben anzuwinkeln. Ihre Hand- und Fußschellen wurden mit einer Kette verbunden, sie konnte ihre Beine durch den Zug der Kette nun nicht mehr strecken. Auch jetzt hörte Grace zwei klick Geräusche von Vorhängeschlössern.

Ihr Verstand konnte es kaum fassen. Innerhalb von wenigen Minuten war sie völlig wehrlos. Sie spürte wie ihr der jüngere der beiden an den Arsch fasste, während er mit seinem Bruder sprach, der parallel seine Hand unter dem Kleid der gedämpft bettelnden Blondine hatte. Erneut stieg Grace dieser Geruch in die Nase und sie ahnte nun, wessen slip sich in ihrem Mund befand.. Sie schrie empört auf, doch tun konnte sie nichts.

Sie musste hilflos mit ansehen, wie der Französin eine der schwarzen hauben über den Kopf gestülpt, zugeschnürt und ebenfalls mit einem schloss gesichert wurde. Das selbe Taten die Brüder mit der duneklhaarigen Frau, die davon jedoch gar nicht mitbekam. Sie mussten sie betäubt haben... Grace schauderte bei dem gedanken, wie es für die Frau sein musste. Aufzuwachen, weder sehen noch sprechen oder sich bewegen zu können, ohne zu wissen was los war.

Doch sie hatte keine Zeit mehr sich weiter um das Schicksal der anderen Frauen zu kümmern. In dem Moment nahm der jüngere eine weitere Haube aus der Kiste und kniete sich neben sie. Hektisch versuchte Garce von ihm wegzurobben. "Mmmpf lmmpf gmmmmpf " doch es war zwecklos und ihre Welt verschwand im Schwarz. Die Maske schmiegte sich eng um ihren Kopf. Das Material war nicht unangenehm... unter anderen Umständen hätte Grace dies sicher sehr erotisch gefunden. Doch jetzt nicht. So nicht.

Sie spürte wie die Maske noch enger um sie geschürt wurde. Das Leder lag nun fast hauteng an. Nur wenn sie völlig still lag konnte sie durch die angebrachten Nasenlöcher atmen. Jeder Versuch sich zu bewegen oder die Maske mit dem Kopf an der Ladefläche zu verschieben führte nur dazu dass die Löcher sich von ihrer Nase wegschauen und sie noch schlechter Luft bekam.

Ihr Verstand weigerte sich ihre Situation zu erfassen. Es gab keinen Ausweg. *Thats a nighmare. Yes. It has to be a nightmare. I'm sleeping and in a few seconds I will wake up I have to I*

Doch ihre Gedanken wurden jäh von einem Rattern unterbrochen, als der jüngere das Verdeck der Ladefläche zuzog und zu ihr sprach, bevor das zuschlagen der Klappe seine Stimme verstummen und sie in völliger Schwärze zurückließ, durchbrochen nur von einem gedämpften schluchzen aus Richtung der Blondine.

"Here we go, stupid whore. We see us after getting the last two foreign bitches. Enjoy your ride and the Taste of your companions pussy. Oh, I nearly forgot...

SURPRISE."

#story #fiction

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kinkyminstrel · 1 year ago

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A treasure under the erotic stories in here.

Love the style and religious touch.

Rayes’ Confession

“Bless me Father for I have sinned”

“How long since your last confession my child?”

“A few months I think Father… I am not really sure”

“That is ok my child, tell me your sins since your last Confession”

Raye knew the voice well; it was Father Simon. He had only been at the Church for 3-4 years. But it was formative years for Raye. She was 16 when he started there. Young and handsome. She had caught herself daydreaming about him often. She found out his hours as Confessor and would visit. Only hinting at some of her more sexual experiences. He would always assign her minor penances. And she swears she would see him catch her eye and wink at her after services with a soft smile.

But she had just had an encounter and she was eager to share the details fully. In part to get it off her chest. She really didn’t want to tell her friends so she had no one else to tell.

“Well Father. I had an encounter. It was with two boys that had gone to my high school”

“go on my child, was this encounter of a carnal nature?”

“Yes, father… I saw them at a local market. I stopped and talked with them for a moment as I had not seen them since I left for college. Now I know I shouldn’t partake in drugs, but they offered to smoke some marijuana. I was so happy to see them that we went into the woods behind the store.”

“go on my child” Raye thought she heard a rustle in the booth. Was it fabric moving?

“Well we went into the woods behind the store. We would hang out there sometimes all of us after school. They shared their weed with me. I don’t smoke… hardly at all… but it felt so good to see them. My head started to swim. When I get high I get…. Um… well you know ‘turned on’”

“It is natural occurrence for the body my child, please continue” She definitely heard some movement now from his cubical. She thought maybe he was praying for her.

“Well they saw ne swaying… and then they jokingly told me to get on my knees. I was already so turned on… my head turning in circles I did. They chuckled for a moment and I don’t know what came over me. But I put my hands on my knees… and I… and I”

“go on”

“I stuck my tongue out. They stopped chuckling and they both moved towards me. The one boy closest to me took his penis out and used my mouth. The other held my head. I can’t believe I let them do it. But they both took turns with me. I just sat there obediently. Barley moving till they had both finished with me. Father I am so embarrassed it seems such a great sin”

“Dear child… that is grave indeed.”

“What shall my penance be, Father?”

“Dear child of god, for this grave sin we will need to ask the Lord for forgiveness at the high Altar” She heard his confessional door open, Raye slowly opened hers as well. Not being unaware of her situation she had worn an outfit fit for her Catholic School days. A pleated plaid skirt with thigh highs that went to just the line of the hem. Black shoes and a white blouse. Unbuttoned just one too many for Church.

He looked into her eyes. There seemed to be something. Was it longing? In them. He held out his hand.

“Come with me my child” he led her to the steps of the altar. “Kneel” he commanded. She did as she was told. In the position she would often take communion. He was standing behind her now. She was shocked a little bit when she felt his hands upon her head. But the initial shock faded as he gently caressed her hair. “Now I will teach you how to pray” He told her.

“Shall I not pray Contrition Father”

“No, this is a special prayer saved for those that have fallen far and need to be brought back to the Lord”

She heard him unbuckling his belt. Or thought she did? That can’t be right she thought.

“Put your hands above your head” he commanded. Raye did as she was told. He then grabbed them one at a time and placed them behind her back. She felt cool leather as it was wound around her wrists. Why was she getting so aroused? Surely this was just penance she thought. But there she sat kneeling, hands bound behind her back. Father Simon moved in front of her. Petting her hair as he did.

“I need to bring you back to the Lord, my Child, and I am the Lord” he said. The blasphemy trickling out of his lips. She was now facing his crotch and she could see his bulge clearly. Raye gulped. It somehow reminded her of the boys. Her head swam. She could feel how wet she was. How pure yet blasphemous it all felt.

Placing one hand on her head he unzipped his pants with the other. He pulled his cock out it was hard, long and fully erect. A beautiful sight in the reflections of the stained glass sunlight streaming down. “Take this my child, take this and it shall be to you as the body of Christ”. Raye opened her mouth and received his hard cock like a communion wafer. Staying still he started to thrust slowly into her mouth. Deeper and deeper holding her head like it was the most sacred of relics.

Her mind swam. She couldn’t quite apprehend what was happening. She felt pure. She felt like a whore. She had heard tales of the Holy Whore. She somehow felt that she was now embodying that, right here before the eyes of God.

Minutes had gone by. He made no sounds at all. The only noise in the church was the slurping sounds Raye made as she made her mouth a vessel for Father Simon. He Stopped for a moment. Resting his hard cock down her throat. He slowly slid it out. A string of saliva temporarily connecting the head of his cock to her mouth. ‘Follow me child” he said. He raised her off the ground. Untying her hands he pulled them in front of her where he retied them with is leather belt.

Simon led her to the Altar by his belt. Moving behind her he pushed her down gently on her belly. Her hands stretched onto the Altar in front of her. She could feel him behind her. He flipped her skirt up over her ass. Slowly slid down her panties now soaked with her juices. She occasionally felt the head od his cock brush against her while he made these steps. It sent thrills down her body.

He grasped her by the hair and taking his hard cock in the other hand slid it deep inside her. “Now the Lord will redeem you” He half whispered, and half growled into her ear. She knew she had an exceptionally tight pussy. More than one boyfriend had commented on that. Most of them would only last a few minutes because of it. Cursing their lack of control. The better ones would rally and fuck her again. She brought back her wondering thoughts. She was taken by the beauty of the church. The Altar Cloth. The lights, the smell of stale incense. She couldn’t believe how good his cock felt. He was gentle but firm. She thought for a moment “So this is what it is like to be fucked with a purpose.”

He slowly opened her up. Going deeper with each thrust. First starting slow, then deeper and then harder. The rhythm was almost like a mantra. It was relentless. And she felt the pressure build with her. “Father I need to cum, oh my God I need to cum” “Now my child recite the prayer of Contrition” she started the words “My god I am sorry for all my sins with all my heart” Raye started. As she started the prayer he started to fuck her harder and harder. He was sweating now, and grunting in her ear. “Continue my child, continue” he would say as she would falter “I firmly intend, with your help… to sin no more, oh god, oh god” Her cries rang out in the empty church. “Continue!” He barked in her ear. She continued until finally she screamed out “in his name my God, you Father Simon, have Mercy” and she collapsed to the Altar. Cumming hard on his stiffened cock. “Now my child you shall receive the Blood of Christ” and he spun her to her knees in front of him. Placing his cock into her mouth he pumped rhythmically to some hidden mantra. Till she could sense his body tightening. A hot gush of cum erupting from his cock into her throat. Hands gripping her hair. Her tied hands useless in front of her. He left his cock in her mouth for a span of time. Spasming periodically till he had fully emptied himself into her. “In the name of the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost, I absolve you from your sins, you may now go in peace child.” He helped her to her feet. Unrestrained her and led her out of the sanctuary. As she left the church the taste of Father Simons cum still clinging to her mouth she was blinded by the bright summer sun. She held her hand up. Had that really happened Raye thought. But the drips down her thigh the salty sweet taste in her mouth assured her it did. She felt strangely holy and closer to the divine. It was certainly the most remarkable experience of her life.

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kinkyminstrel · 1 year ago

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Vom Turm voll Papier und Elfenbein

Das große Archiv war schon ewig da gewesen. Niemand wusste wie lang schon, seit Generationen wurden neue Räume an und alte Umgebaut. In den Kellern und Katakomben stießen die Maurer und Gelehrten dabei stets auf alte Codii, Amphoren voll Papyrii und Palimpseste. Das Scriptorium in dem ersten und belebtesten Stockwerk quoll nahezu über von der Masse an Schriftrollen und Büchern, die Färber brachten täglich neue Ladungen an Farbstoffen in allen Schatierungen aus dem Osten und die Schreiber und Binder verbrauchten Generationen von Federn und Häuten welche vom Viehmarkt der Stadt durch die Gilden zur Halle der Gelehrsamkeit gebracht wurden.

Und das alles fand in diesem ewigen Gebäude statt. Einem Gebäude das mittlerweile mehrere Flügel und Stockwerke hatte untertunnelt und beturmt war. Die Giebel und Türmchen, Erker, Zinnen und Wasserspeier, ragten hoch in den Himmel und glänzten in ihren Schattierungen gesäumt von Blattgold und Marmor in der Sonne. Aus den Fenstern und Lücken in den älteren Teilen konnte man bei Nacht stehts den Lichtschein von Hunderten, nein tausenden Kerzen und Öllampen sehen. Dort saßen die Studierenden, Ment und Doktoren, Novizen, Script und Lektoren und illustrierten, übersetzen, zeichneten und Kopierten alles was es in ihrem Metier zu tun, zu lehren und lernen gab.

In den Lesesälen wurden sämtliche lebenden und gestorbenen Zungen erhoben, von den des Alten Ostens und seiner ehemals Fruchtbaren Länder, über die der großen ewigen Stadt, selbst derer fern des Meeres, bis hin zu den sprachen der Inseln des höchsten Nordens, es hatte jeder epische Gott und jede lyrische Göttin ihre Vertreter und Vereher.

In den Laboratorien wurden Wissen und Thesen aktiv erprobt, Rituale durch und im verdacht der Magie nahestehende Riten durchgeführt. Geheime Bünde und Zirkel hielten sich angeblich eigene Ställe an Versuchstieren, mächtige Zauberer hausten in den tiefsten Kellern und Kamen erst bei Ausgrabungen wieder zum Vorschein, Salpeterknälle und Feuer vernichteten in gewissem Abstand ganze Klassenzimmer mitsamt ihrer schreienden gescheiterten und geäscherten Akolythen. Denn das wissen im hort war auch gefährlich und launisch, manchmal tödlich.

Einige Bücher verschwanden einfach und tauchten an völlig anderer Stelle wieder auf, ebenso wie deren Leser. Manch ein Studioso erlag der Faszination eines Buches so sehr das er vergaß zu essen oder zu trinken. Die erkalteten Körper von vom Wissen versengten Studiosae wurden sofort dem Leichensaal zur Sezierschau zugeführt mit angegliederter Warnung an die Beisitzenden vor dem des Aases zuletzt Gelesenem Buche oder Codex.

Wollte man von außen Zugriff auf die Macht, diesen Hort des Wissens erlangen gab es nur eine Möglichkeit. Man musste sich ihm und allem was in ihm war Verpflichten. Dem hellen und Glorreichen sowie dem düsteren unfassbaren. Das klang am Anfang für viele reizvoll, ein ewiges Wissen, Aufregung, ein nie Erkennen was einen hinter dem Wissen, dem nächsten Regal erwartete...

Doch es wurde nicht erwähnt das es auf ewig galt. Wer den Hort betrat, blieb dort. Für immer. Außer er oder sie fand einen Weg hinaus. Natürlich hatten es viele versucht, ganze Parteien hielten Reden von dem Geschwür und der Repression durch das Wissen, führten Machtkämpfe, Klagten sich an, Unwissen zu verbreiten und nicht dem wahren Wissen verpflichtet zu sein. In den Wohnstuben der Studenten und den Saloons der Aspiranten überall wurde gerätselt wieso man den Ausgang nie mehr fand. Wieso es auf ewig so war und warum manche Bücher blind oder taub machten.

Und eine von ihnen war sie. Sie war eine Akolythin gewesen. Eine des ersten Grades, neu und unverbraucht. Doch sie war nicht freiwillig hier. Schon seit einiger Zeit kamen weniger suchende in den Hort um wissen zu erlangen. Um die Verluste durch Intrigen, Unfälle, Kämpfe und Fehlgeschlagene Sprüche auszugleichen, wurden nun sogar Passagiere der Handelsdromonen schlicht gezwungen den Hort aufzustocken. Pure Materie, Nachkommen der durch Fortschritt den Besiegten. Im Grunde Gefangene und Sklaven des Wissens.

Doch sie war nichtmehr dieselbe Sklavin als die sie hierhergekommen war. Ihr dunkles Haar und ihr Gewand hatte sie sich selbst gegeben, erschaffen durch ihr eigenes Wissen. Das Wissen aus diesem Teil des Hortes, diesem Turm Voll Papier. Sie war nackt und in Ketten, geschlagen und geschoren in eine Zelle geworfen worden und doch hier aufgewacht. In diesem Turm, ihr Haar lang wie zuvor, das Gewand lag über der Lehne des Sessels auf dem sie erwacht war. Und da war dann dieses Buch auf dem Schreibtisch des Sessels. Es war voller zeichnungen von Apparaturen, geschichten, stichen und Protokollen über absonderliche Dinge. Das Buch hatte sie so viel gelehrt, es war als ob es zu ihr Sprach. Sie fesselte wie die Geschöpfe in den Geschichten.

Sie schmolz beim Lesen dahin, ihre Gefühle wandten sich von Lust zu Wahn und wieder zurück, sie lachte und weinte, kam und schrie vor schmerz als ob sie es wäre der diese Dinge aus dem Buch geschehen. Das Buch war so in sich verdreht und doch wahr, es zeigte ihr Freiheiten wenn sich wie von Zauberhand das Halsband um sie legte. Sie elektrisierte. Eine Wonne und Genuss, trotz dieser Gefangenschaft und Abhängigkeit. Sie fühlte sich so frei wenn sie dort saß, gebunden von Stahl und Leder. So erfüllt. Und manchmal merkte sie auch gefüllt...ihr Körper schien von Geisterhand erkundet ihre Lippen berührt ihr innerstes Gestreichelt zu werden. Zungen stichen über sie und ihre Rundungen, Stimmen schallten in ihr und um sie, ihr Gewand löste sich in nichts auf während aus dem Nichts ein zeitloses Ding erschien, mit ihr Sprach, ihren Kopf zu sich hob, sie nahm und sich nahm was es wollte. Erst ihre Stimme, dann ihr Gewand und dann ihre Unschuld.

Von der war durch das Wissen bald nichts mehr übrig. Von dem verborgenen und verbotenen Wissen von Lust, Schmerz und Hingabe. Es war nichts mehr von ihr da. Außer ihrer hübschen Hülle und in ihr die Hitze des Dämons aus dem Buch. Seine magischen Leine um ihren Hals, verdammt Gefäß zu sein und erhoben zur ersten seiner neusten Schöpfungen. Sein Werkzeug, ein Wekzeug des höchsten Fürsten des Hortes. Des Verfluchten, der jede Moral gebrochen, jedes Gesetz zerschmettert und die Grenzen von Raum und Zeit sein Eigen nannte.

Und so saß sie da, mit leerem aber absolutem Wissen erfüllten Blick, auf knien und ihm ewig zu Diensten. Dem Herren des Turms aus Papier und Elfenbein.

Librarian

#fiction #story #collar #bd/sm dynamic

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kinkyminstrel · 1 year ago

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Ein Blitz im Dunkeln

Schwarz. Ja schwarz war ihre Farbe. Klar eigentlich ist es gar keine Farbe, doch ihr stand schwarz immer gut. Sommer oder Winter, Rock oder Mantel, immer nur schwarz.

Passend zu ihren Haaren und ihren Tattos. Schwarz war einfach ihr Stil. Ihre Nägel an Fingern und Zehen waren schwarz, ihr Gürtel, ihre Schuhe und Stiefel, ihre Handschuhe und Mütze bei Schnee und Eis.

Doch ihr Aussehen so schwarz es auch war, gab manchmal lichterne Einblicke. Einblicke für die, die sich in der schwarzen Szene selbst widerfanden, wo nicht nur die Alltags sondern auch die Allnachtsoutfits schwarz waren. Leder, Lack und Latex auf ihren Partys waren ebenfalls schwarz. Schwarz das Werkzeug in ihrer Hand und schwarz die Seile auf ihrem Körper.

Heute sah sie zudem nur schwarz. Saß in dem abgedunkelten Raum, ihre nackten Beine knieten auf einem Kissen, ihr schwarzes Top zeichnete den Kontrast ihrer hellen Haut deutlich nach. Sie spürte den Zug in ihren Schultern, die Seile hielten sie in Position, die Arme hinter ihr, gebunden an Händen und Ellenbogen.

Die ersten Bilder hatten sie genau so abgebildet. Zum reinkommen. Nur die Hände auf dem Rücken, in Pulli, Top und ihrer Reithose (obwohl sie schon lange nicht mehr ritt). Zuerst fiel der Pulli mit vorherigem ab, späterem neufesseln ihrer Arme. Aufnahmen von der Seite, von Hinten. Erst mit offenen Haaren, folgend mit gebundenen Haaren. Gebunden wie sie an ihn.

Er hatte die Zeit und die Ruhe sie so abzubilden wie er sie sah. Als die Frau in schwarz mit der blassen Haut. Mittlerweile mehr Haut als schwarzer Kleidung. Ihre Hose war vor einer halben Stunde aus der Linse gewichen, dafür Seile an ihren Knie und Fußgelenken erschienen kaum zu sehen in dem gedimmten Licht des Raumes.

Dafür stachen andere Details in ihrer zweisamen Stille heraus. Ihre braunen Augen sahen bei dem letzten Licht ebenfalls schwarz aus. Schwarz wie das Band um ihren Hals, das Band mit der Bindung an ihn, mit ihrem Vertrauen, ihrer Hingabe für die Zeit vor während und nach der Linse. Eine Linie in schwarz zwischen ihr und ihm, gebrannt im Donner der Linse

Diese Verbindung und Leine von Hand zu Hals sah sie selbst in den letzten Bildern nicht mehr. Ihre Braunen Augen verschwanden, ihr einzigartiger Blick durchdrang das schwarz der Bandagen um ihren Kopf nicht. Sie hörte nur mehr, wie er um sie schritt und klickte. Ein klick zwei, drei. Immrr mehr bis das klicken erstarb und das Glöckchen erklang.

Sie kannte das schwarze Glöckchen und spürte wie er es in ihr Band hing. Dieses Glöckchen war noch mehr für sie außer der Klang. Es war ihr ein Symbol. Das Symbol ihrer Unterwerfung unter ihn, aus freiem Willen ohne Sicht nur mit gesehen werden. Gesehen und begehrt werden. Berührt werden. Gespürt werden. Ein Zustand den die Seile nur noch verstärkten, ihr das Gefühl gaben macht und Sichtlos zu sein.

Nein...nein nicht ganz. Wenn sie sich stark konzentrierte und das fiel ihr so schwer, konnte sie ein ganz kleines bisschen von ihm und seiner Macht wahrnehmen. Der Macht und Kraft der Linse.

Der Kraft des Lichts in ihrer eigens gewählten Dunkelheit. Sein Funke gezündet in ihrem Herzen und ihren Lenden. Ein Lichtblick, unter ihren Schatten. Fast wie ein Blitz einer Linse.

Wie ein Blitz im Dunkeln.

#story #fiction #bd/sm relationship #kinkylifestyle

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kinkyminstrel · 1 year ago

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Eine schöne Zusammenstellung für CNC. Zusätzlich würde ich noch ergänzen sich über Angst beim Gegenüber zu informieren und noch mehr auf individuelle Erfahrungen einzugehen. Auch potenzielle Orte oder Trigger vor einer Szene zu besprechen ist wichtig!

28. Hast du Erfahrung mit Fearplay? Falls nicht soll das ein Teil der CNC Szene sein?

29. Welcher Typ von Angstreaktion bist du? (Kampf/Flucht,freeze, frawn)

30. Wie gehst du mit Angst oder Überforderung um?

31. Wie realistisch soll das Szenario sein?

32. Sollst/willst du alle Beteiligten Personen kennen/erkennen können?

33. Willst du selbst gekannt/erkannt werden können?

34. Spielst du CNC auch zuhause?

35. Wie hiel Gewalt soll bei deinem CNC beteiligt sein?

36. Wie kann man etwa bei starkem Realismus, die Szene beenden, flüssig ins Aftercare übergehen?

37. Was ist dir sonst besonders wichtig bei CNC und dem betreffenden Aftercare?

CNC Ask Game

Inspired by @nyaughtycatgirl. Consent is key, and implied for all questions.

Have you had a cnc experience? How was it?

Favorite restraint? (Ex. cuffs, rope, tape, zip-ties)

Favorite type of gag? (Ex. Ball, ring, duct tape)

Rough cnc(struggling, scratching, choking) or soft cnc(reluctance, squirming)?

Would you want to have a cnc experience outside, like in an alley or parking garage?(assuming the consent of anyone nearby)

What’s your ideal cnc scene/scenario?

How do you feel about somno/sleeping scenes(with prior consent)

How do you feel about drugged/intoxicated scenes(with prior consent)

What’s your darkest cnc fantasy?

Would you enjoy a scene with multiple doms?

Would you enjoy a scene with multiple subs?

Do you like the idea of passing out, either from choking or drugs?

Do you enjoy crying or making your sub cry as part of your cnc scene?

Are you into pet play/would you enjoy forced pet play as part of a cnc scene?

What do you enjoy being called during a cnc scene?

Do you enjoy taking on roles during cnc?(ex. guard/prisoner, doctor/patient, master/pet)

Would you enjoy a longer(24 hours+) cnc scene, like being someone’s captive or slave?

Would you enjoy being fucked by people you don’t know/couldn’t recognize?(assuming everything is safe)

Do you enjoy the part of a cnc scene where the sub gets broken?

Chained in basement or tied to bed?

Are you into primal play?

Denial or overstimulation?

Have you ever used a fake safe word(a safe word meant to be ignored)

What is your safe word/safe signals?

Do you use the stoplight system or a variant of the stoplight system?

What does your ideal cnc aftercare look like?

How often do you check in with your partner(s) during a cnc scene?

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kinkyminstrel · 2 years ago

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COMMON DOM RED FLAGS 🚩

Never saying “I don’t know”. Like many other subjects BDSM is always evolving so no matter how experienced you think you are you can always still learn and should regularly do your research on your interests. Also watch out for the 20 year old Doms with 10 years experience that will “train” you. It’s common sense , be careful.

“You don’t need a safe word/signal”. Yes you do. Always. And it’s sacred. It’s not a mood killer. It’s not weakness. It’s necessary so you can enjoy a nice time while being SAFE.

Refusing to provide or receive any form of aftercare. Aftercare should be present in all forms of sexual interaction, even sexting, for both sides.

Comparing you to a previous partner or saying things like “my last sub would have done what you said no to”. Shows zero respect for your limits , boundaries and you as a person. It’s one of the early stages of abuse. Stay away.

Punishing you outside of a sexual act or acting like he owns you 24/7 without this being discussed and agreed upon beforehand.Another clear sign of abuse. Leave.

Pushing your limits without your permission. Physically or mentally. It’s something that should never happen if you are not feeling completely safe and ready for it.

Getting punished for saying no. You can say so to anything you are not feeling ok with. And a real Dom will respect it.

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kinkyminstrel · 2 years ago

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Der Studienrat

Sie wusste das sie es verdient hatte. Hatte sich rausgeschlichen aus dem Mädchenflügel, war bei den Jungen gewesen...sich sogar noch rausgeputzt, ihre uniform abgelegt, nachts unterwegs gewesen.

Sie wusste das das verboten war. Aber sie mochte es einfach bei den Jungs zu sein. Kein Gezicke, kein falsches Lächeln und hintenrum Geläster. Nur ehrliches Begehren und die Blicke. In ihren Ausschnitt, auf ihren Hintern wenn sie sich umdrehte. Sie genoss es, mochte dass man sie begehrte.

Doch sie wusste, dass nicht nur die Jungen in ihrem Alter schauten. Auch manche Lehrer schauten, auch der Rektor starrte ihr nach, wartete nur auf eine Gelegenheit, sie zu züchtigen. Die hatte sie ihm heute gegeben. Freiwillig gegeben. Sie wusste wann er immer rauchte. Hatte ertappt getan, doch eigentlich hatte sie mit Absicht getrödelt.

Jetzt ließ sie jeder Hieb mit dem Gürtel jammern, es gefiel dem Rektor wenn sie jammerte. Schließlich war sie jede Woche hier und bekam den Hintern versohlt, manchmal auch mehr. Tat peinlich berührt, sprach ihn mit jawohl Herr Direktor und nein Herr Studienrat an. Oder auch nur mit segr wohl mein Herr. Nahm unterwürfig seine Strafe entgegen und genoss insgeheim jeden Schlag. Das Brennen beim und die Hitze nach dem Schlagen.

Manchmal wünschte sie sich das die Jungs dass auch könnten, aber die waren nur auf Sport und das reinstecken aus. Nicht dass ihr das nicht auch gefiel, aber die Härte und Ausstrahlung des Mannes mit dem Gürtel gab ihr einfach mehr, machte sie Willens nach der Strafe dem Rektor seinen 'Stress' zu nehmen. Wenn dann der Gürtel als Leine um ihren schlanken Hals und sie auf dem Schreibtisch lag, wusste sie das das internat die beste Entscheidung gewesen war die sie je getroffen hatte.

Hatte sie doch schon so viel gelernt besonders über sich selbst. War fleißig, lernte so gern, besonders vom Herrn Direktor und von den Jungs. Doch erzählen würde sie das zuhause nicht. Da war das Blasen nur Thema im Zusammenhang mit ihrer Querflöte.

Sie konnte nicht verstehen wie die anderen Mädchen in ihrem jungen Erwachsenenalter das internat hassen konnten. Man kernte Disziplin, Ausdauer und andere nützliche Fähigkeiten...Es war so schön hier. Besonders im Zimmer des Herrn Studienrats nach einem Besuch im Jungenflügel...

#fiction #bdsm #roleplay #bd/sm dynamic

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kinkyminstrel · 2 years ago

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Amazing story with a halloween theme.

A Kate the Kidnapper Story

I was inspired by the game featured in this story and thought it would be a good one to share for the spooky season.

Please note that everyone in the following story is fake. No one mentioned within is based on any real person or persons. Names and places are made up and have no real life connections. Every person in this story is above the age of 18. Do not try anything in this story without first researching it, taking precautions and safety measures and especially do not attempt without a willing partner. That being said, enjoy.

“C’mon Kate!” Sandra pleaded. “It’s Halloween! We need you there!” Sandra had planted herself in Kate’s doorway and refused to move. Kate stood next to her kitchen island and was in the process of eating a carrot. Sandra was one of Kate’s ‘normal people’ friends, as recommended by Kate’s therapist. They’d met at the therapist’s office for unrelated reasons, and now Kate could barely get rid of the woman.

“Do you understand the concept of the word ‘no’?” Kate asked in between bites.

“Yes, but, you don’t understand, we need someone else to be there!” Sandra was more of a typical blonde, a bit ditsy, clumsy and foolish, but she was also pretty attractive. Perky c-cup chest, long hair done up in pigtails, pretty blue eyes, a pouty mouth and a wonderfully slim figure that had been honed in a gym.

“Fine. I’ll bite. Why do you ‘need me’?” Kate bit off more carrot on the word ‘bite’ and talked around the carrot as she continued. Kate herself wasn’t that bad of a looker either, if she did say so herself. A slightly bigger chest than Sandra, more femme fatale than gym-rat. Dark eyes and dark hair, usually pulled back into either a ponytail or a tight braid.

Sandra made a ‘finally’ face and launched into her explanation, “Courtney found this really neat and super creepy game we can play tonight. She was browsing the web for spooky games for a Halloween night and came across this ‘adults only’ game listing. Most were, you know, sex games, but we don’t want to do that. But this one, this one Courtney said was an adult game because of the creep factor. There’s no real ‘winner’ in the game except for the ‘Taker’.”

Kate’s eyebrows rose. A ‘taker’? “Ok. I’m listening. Go on.”

“Ok, so the game is called ‘Role Call’. A good group size is about seven or eight people and there’s the ‘Leader’ they lead the group who follow in a line behind the leader. The people in the line cannot turn their heads or look around, all they do is follow the leader. The Leader calls out ‘Role Call’ and then says their name, and so does the person behind them and so on. But, there’s another person, the Taker! The Taker’s job is to take the last person in the line as quietly as possible, and then the person that gets taken, joins the Taker’s team and can fill in a spot in the line of Followers. So, when the Leader calls out Role Call, the Taker in the line can’t answer and the person who knows someone’s behind them doesn’t hear a name called out knows that they’re next!”

Kate’s eyes gleamed with the thoughts that rolled through her head. This could work so well in so many different situations! Especially on Halloween jobs! Then a thought slithered in and doused her inner fire.

“Why did you come to me with this?” Kate asked, eyes narrowed.

Sandra, to her credit, looked believably unaware before she answered. Unfortunately, her voice held the answers. “Well,” Sandra started. “You see. I’d heard. That. You. Work for that. Vixen. Lady. Person.”

Kate’s initial anger turned to delight as Sandra visibly squirmed before her. And then Kate imagined the woman tied up and gagged and instantly forgot why she was mad.

“Okay.”

Sandra blinked. She quivered a bit more. This wasn’t the reaction she’d been expecting. “Okay?” she turned her head to look at Kate. “You mean, you’ll do it?”

“Sure. I got the perfect place for it, too.” Kate opened up her phone and sent a text of directions to Sandra’s phone. “Get you and your girlfriends to meet up there, and tell them to expect a fun and daring night.”

“Okay!” Sandra jumped with glee. “I’mma go and do that. See you later!”

Kate waggled her fingers after the quickly retreating woman, who politely closed the door before squealing down the hallway. Once she was sure that she was alone, Kate opened her contacts and made a phone call.

“Yo, boss. Would you be interested in getting some free video content tonight?”

Kate was waiting at the fairly large cabin and very secluded land around it by the time evening and all of Sandra’s girlfriends arrived. Kate had met Courtney on a couple of occasions, a decent woman with a good head on her shoulders, brown hair, not a true brunette, a very plain face. A lovely pair of tits and a firm ass. Another person dedicated to that fit gym-goer look. The only other face among the eight women that Kate recognized that wasn’t Sandra was Faith, a petite woman with auburn hair and hazel eyes. More of a flat chest with Faith, but she knew how to work it. A push-up bra was definitely in use tonight, though it may have been to make her fit in with the other women than to draw attention.

The cabin and the grounds surrounding it were technically property of Kate’s boss, Vixen, and the bondage queen had been known to use the area for her own parties. For the purposes of tonight’s games, all of the security cameras had been turned on and were live streaming the video to the offices of the main building.

Once all of the ladies were assembled, Sandra and Courtney explained the rules of the thriller game and all of the ladies, Kate included, started a round. Kate didn’t collect anyone during the initial round, though she was sorely tempted on a couple of occasions with some of the more excitable ladies in the group.

On the third round, once everyone had gotten a taste and a passion for the thrill of the game, Sandra took the Leader position and Kate decided to start her own version of the game. The sun had set and the lampposts that were scattered across the grounds had turned on. The light from the lamps were islands in the darkness with nearly a hundred feet between each one. The Leader and the Followers had made a new rule, as the darkness closed in, to do a head count at each lamppost, and though the intent was the bolster the morale of the Leader and Followers, all it usually did was to heighten the tension.

Sandra called out ‘Role Call’! and started out into the night, the Followers sounding off behind her. Kate followed at a leisurely pace, waiting for the second Call to go out before swooping in and grabbing the last Follower in the line. The woman that Kate grabbed had been through this twice before and not by Kate’s hand the second time. And now she faced someone completely different. This time, she was grabbed not just by Kate, but Kate the Kidnapper.

Wadded up cloth was quickly stuffed into the unsuspecting woman’s mouth and a soft and stretchy bandana was quickly layered on top, sealing in the gag and completely muffling the poor woman’s squeal of fright. Kidnapper Kate worked quick and soon had her victim securely bound hand and foot and dragged her back from the path.

A little known feature to most of the guests who stayed at this cabin was that there were many, many secrets underneath, including an automated retrieval system, that, when activated, would collect the bound and squirming bodies of whomever was on the grounds and bring them into a special room for ‘processing’.

Kate’s first victim’s muffled screams almost made it past the gag as metallic tentacle arms emerged from the ground and quickly moved her into a space that had opened up. The woman was placed gently inside and then whisked away, the entrance to this hole was swiftly covered up and Kate returned to her hunt.

Sandra and her Followers had gone through a second Call before Kate caught back up to them. Each round had lasted around an hour previously, so long gaps between people being taken was expected, even anticipated. Kate had usually planned for two to three Calls to go out before taking another person. As she approached the last person, Sandra started up a new Call and Kate couldn’t contain a wicked smile as she grabbed the woman and pulled her off and away.

A ballgag was forced between this latest victim’s teeth as the newest last Follower called out in the darkness, the lamppost only a few feet away. Kate knew that the women sheltering beneath that light wouldn’t be able to see anything past the borders of the light and so did the woman she held tightly. Kate buckled on the gag and then pulled backwards, dragging them both towards another hole. About a minute later, eyes watering with unshed tears, the victim was dragged below, glaring at Kate and spewing the first droplets of drool onto the grass.

Kate took off her shirt and let out a sigh of release. She was going to have fun this night. Under her shirt she was wearing only a leather corset, her breasts were bared and hanging just over the rim of the corset. She hadn’t done this sort of thing in weeks.

The newest last person in the line of Followers was Courtney. Kate had been wondering what Courtney would look like tied up all evening. Now, she would get a chance to see. Sandra was just leaving the light with the rest of the Followers following suit when Kate took Courtney. It was such a quick and quiet grab that two of the other Followers who were still in the light didn’t notice. More wadded up cloth was used to gag Courtney, who was stunned by the gag, which allowed Kate the time to take out some tape and seal up Courtney’s mouth and bind her hands behind her back.

Once Kate had Courtney off to the side, the almost fully bound woman began to fight back, struggling and failing to call out for help. With ease, the Kidnapper knocked Courtney to the ground and quickly bound up her legs before backing away and letting the tentacles do their work. Courtney sobbed in terror as she was pulled beneath the ground and into the dark, while Kate went looking for where the Followers and Sandra had gotten to next.

Kate’s next two victims went as quickly as the first three, and then it was Faith’s turn. On the previous two rounds there were multiple people being taken by this point, so the women were more than a little jumpy due to the new play style that Kate was employing. Kate let Faith hear her approach and take the previous woman’s spot just as Sandra started a Call. There was a meek response from Faith after the woman in front of her Called out and then the silence from Kate made the small woman in front of her stop completely and go rigid.

Kate’s right hand came out of the darkness and gripped Faith’s mouth while the other hand and arm wrapped around Faith’s shoulders and pulled her close to Kate, whose breasts then appeared on either side of Faith’s head, at eye level. The small woman trembled like a leaf and Kate slowly pulled her backward, relishing in the fear. Faith took a ballgag without question and went limp when Kate started to tie her up. It wasn’t until Faith was being taken away by the tentacles that she recognized the look of sub-space on Faith’s face. Kate grabbed at her own chest and let out a vexed growl. Just a few more, then it was time to really play.

The next two women were more feisty than most of the others, except of Courtney, who fought back more than either of them, but they went below just like everybody else. And then it was just Sandra left. When Kate went looking for her, she found the blond standing alone under a lamp, looking in multiple directions, constantly changing her view, but never looking behind her. Sandra never saw Kate coming, as was the intent. Wadded up cloth stifled the woman’s questions and tape sealed her trembling lips. More tape bound the scared woman’s arms and legs and then she was being hauled off into the depths of the grounds and then off to her own room for processing.

Kate went and gathered up her shirt and then went inside the cabin. She stripped off her pants, revealing nothing but garters and then headed down the stairs towards the basement and then the ‘sub’ basement. Once on this lower level she slowly paced by the large glass windows that now contained eight different women, stripped of their clothes, gags sealed by yet more tape, hands bound up in leather mittens and then cuffed behind them and then shackled to the walls. Leather Gwendoline hoods adorned each woman so that only their eyes could be seen. Kate was going to play with each and every one and the cameras in each room were going to record everything.

Happy Halloween. Stay Kinky.

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