Competition for amusement


Slave elizabeth stood motionless while being fitted into her black shiny hood and latex stockings. I cinched her corset to give her a seventeen inch waist, making her resemble a barbie doll. Her breathing became shallow, and I could tell she was eager to get started. She is to show Me what she has learned by giving slave j a blow job to completion within eight minutes. If she fails, she will be banished from the dungeon for three months.

Slave e crawled like a kitten to slave j’s willing cock, and took him into her little whore mouth. I pulled on her chain to slow down and to tease him. He tried not to move but I could tell he was on the brink of cumming in her pretty little mouth..Slave j is to practice control and to keep from cumming or he will be banished. Whoever does what is expected of him/her will get to stay and be My personal slave for three months.



Christmas Eve



I couldn’t stand it anymore!  I wanted to please her so bad.  The hell with my pride!   Telling her with great humility, I confessed that I was going to rob her house and that I deserve whatever punishment I get.  Her eyes grew narrow and as she pursed her lips.  She took a deep breath and blew it in my face.  Her face became relaxed and then she busted out laughing and told me that I earned the idiot award.  “I can’t believe you let a bunch of strangers fuck your virgin ass,  just to tell me something I already knew”  She smiled and looked amused.   “You must be a masochist dear.”  Snapping her fingers at one of the other slaves, she met my eyes as she whispered in his ear.  The slave returned with a shiny black  box.  She told me to open the box and put it on.  It was a pair of leather pants, collar and leash.  It felt good to wear clothes again.  She took the leash in her hand and led me to the living area.  Everyone had gone but her servants.  She ordered me to please her and I gladly did.  “Let me see My cock.” I opened my fly and pulled the leather pants down to my ankles.  She caressed around my privates while gazing into my eyes.   “You are free to go tomorrow.”  


The end…


Two days before Christmas



She was so regal,  I wanted to worship her body for the rest of my life. She had a sense of pride mixed in with strength and confidence.  Her servants unchained me,  but left the chastity device on.  “Take him to My chambers.”  Her bedroom was very inviting, with candles, tapestries and the smell of incense burning.  I was to entertain the Mistress or she would punish me again.  I became very anxious that she would grow tired of me and throw me to the wolves again.  While telling her a joke that was told to me a few weeks a go, she raised her voice and almost kicked me in my private parts.  “ENOUGH!  Lick My boots slave boy, and make sure they shine.”  I did what she asked and then she started directing me to kiss and lick her thighs all the way up to her panties.  Kissing her gently and carefully up her magnificent thigh, I could smell her sweet scent.  My cock became desperate to push out of it’s jail cell, while a steady stream of pre cum left it’s cage.  She pulled her panties to the side, to reveal her gorgeous mound and told me that my lips would never touch her goddess lips unless I confessed…



To be continued…


Three days before Christmas




The Mistress attached some kind of device over my wick and put a collar around my neck like an animal.  She led me down a dark hallway by a velvet leash.  I mildly glanced into one of the rooms and noticed a woman with her legs spread eagle on a bed in the middle of the room.  She looked so hot with her thigh highs and look of lust in her eyes.  There was a handsome man caged right behind her. My manhood ached from the device Mistress Tracy put on me.  The last room on the right was where I was to sleep for the night.  The rope was removed only to be replaced with heavy chains and padlocks.  “In the morning you will confess my little pet.”  She turned off the light and closed the rot iron door behind her.  I had almost fallen asleep but was fully woken up by a loud thump.  Heavy breathing and moaning from one of the rooms close by,  kept me from passing out.  The torture my cock was enduring was cruel.  I was so tired and all I could think about was Mistress Tracy coming in and releasing me from chastity.  My desire for my  capturer was stronger than any other feeling i’ve ever encountered.  The door opened and my heart stopped.  


To be continued…

Six days before Christmas


She laughed cruelly while kicking me to the floor.  I heard laughter again, but this time it sounded like more than one person.  She removed the rope from my mouth and told me to address her as Mistress Tracy and if I didn’t answer all of  her questions with satisfactory answers, I would pay.  At that point i’m thinking that this has got to be some practical joke my partner put her up to.   She’s way too hot to have tied me up this safisticated.   She wrapped rope around my eyes so I couldn’t see,  then forced my head down to the floor by pulling my hair.  “You are not to gaze on My beauty unless rewarded.”  “Is that clear?”  I laughed and told her that after i’m done with her, she’d be calling me daddy.   She moved closer and carefully laid me down on my back.  She kissed my ear while caressing my already excited cock until I was about to explode in her delicate hand and then she dug her vicious finger nails into my manhood!  I cried out without thinking “What a c—-u———n—–tttttt!”  That turned out to be a bad idea.   The next thing I know, i’m being hit from every direction,  every part of my body was being stung.  This went on until I begged Mistress Tracy for forgiveness.   I heard lots of voices and shuffling around while I laid on the ground humiliated.  It was like a party going on and I was the entertainment.   Too be continued…

Eight days before Christmas

Eight days before Christmas 



The last house on my to do list looked dark and vacant, just the way I liked it.  In and out, easy cheesy.  I pried open the basement window and crawled through like a cat.  Turning on the flashlight,  I was able to find the stairs.  Quickly moving up the staircase,  stupid me didn’t look where I was going.  I  fell down and made enough racket to wake the entire neighborhood.  Hearing foot steps from upstairs sent my heart racing and to top it off my pants are stuck on something sharp!  Theres no place to hide either.  I panicked but sat quietly, hoping some asshole doesn’t see me and point a shotgun at my face.   The footsteps became louder and that’s when the door opened and a female voice called down and said “If I were you, I’d stop trying to move.”.  That was super weird.  She didn’t seem scared or mad at all.  The door closed behind her and it was quiet again.  I turned my flashlight back on,  so I could get my pants leg free and then heard a noise.   I shined the flashlight towards the sound and then almost jumped out of my skin.  The person was wearing all black.  Might have been leather or something.  He was gagged, and bound to black leather straps that seem to be intertwined into his clothes.  It was hard to tell, but it sure was freaky!  I finally got free and bolted to the window, but I couldn’t get the thing open.  The window was clearly stuck and so I quickly tried breaking the window with the flashlight, which wasn’t happening either.  “What is this,  bullet proof glass?”    The next thing I know, I’m staring at a Christmas tree.   I tried to move but i’m tied up so tight, I can barely breathe.  “How the hell did I get here!?!”  


To be continued…

Dear Mrs Sadista Clause,…by slave d

Dear Mrs Sadista Clause,
I hope to see You at the Mall this weekend before Christmas for your annual public ball busting event.
 I can’t wait to wait in what I’m sure will be a long line of fellow men chomping at the bit to have their family jewels crushed before a large audience of happy and disturbed wives and children. Oh What Christmas Joy and Joy it is to step in to Your majestic temple like kiosk in the very middle of the shopping mall with all its Christmas Sadistic luster! The excitement begins as me and the family begin to hear in the distance the sound of joyous agony and barks of shear pleasure that come from the circle of men standing facing away from you,  knees bent,  to give access to their delicate jewels as You walk around one by one giving the what they deserve.
The thrill of seeing You in those black stiletto thigh high boots send chills through my man parts and the feel of your forceful busting of my genitals is enough to remind me of You all year till next Christmas.

Merry XXXmas

Little d