Slave t


photo-109After failed attempts to get the manager to get maintenance out to fix the dishwasher, I resorted to blackmail.   The manager has to fix it himself,  and take a harsh punishments for ignoring my requests.  If he doesn’t comply then i’ll go to his superiors and  get him fired.  He agreed and now he is known as slave t.   I tied him to my saint andrews cross and whipped, caned and paddled him mercilessly! 



Worthless little slut



DCF 1.0I watched the Mistress open the wardrobe closet and pick out a pair of shiny red heels.  She ordered me to put them on,  and to walk around the room with a book on my head.  I  imagined being the chair that she sat on,  being suffocated by her magnificent ass.    In a stern voice she said, “If the book falls, you will pay.”  I was very careful not to drop the book.  She gestured for me to put on a pair of black stockings, a silky shirt and red gloves to match the red shoes I was wearing.  I felt so feminine with the stockings on.  I was instructed to walk with the book on my head,  but this time,  curtsey when in front of my Mistress.  The book wobbled and I knew that it was going to fall and it did.  She stood up and looked like a giantess.  “Lay on the bed you ungrateful slut!” I was so worried and felt powerless to say anything, but did as she instructed.  She put cuffs on my wrists and ankles.  A spreader bar was attached to the cuffs and then chained up to the ceiling to expose my ass, with my legs lifted up in the air.  I was so humiliated!  She told me that this is what happens to sissies that misbehave and then shoved a  plug in my ass.  It felt sexy and then…WACK!  She caned me several times until I cried.  “You’re a worthless little slut,  and the only thing you’re good at is taking a cock.”  She climbed on me and smiled real big, whispered in my ear.   “I’m going to use you like the little whore that you are.”  My cock was so hard as she pulled the plug out and replaced it with a dildo attached to her strap on.  She was gentle at first and I was in heaven and then she proceeded to fuck the living s*&t out of me!

Four days before Christmas



I was in a state of shock and so was my behind.  Someone inserted a toy that zapped and pulsated the crap out of my asshole.  I wanted to scream,  but the gag that was forced into my mouth was no ordinary gag.  It propped my mouth open and strange men were jacking off directly into my mouth.  I gagged and coughed out as much gizz as I could,  but the thick liquid slid down my throat.  Tears raced down my face while  the party enjoyed their fuck doll.  Mistress Tracy had changed into a rubber wet suit and had a large black cock attached to her.  She picked up a whip and told me to count each lash,  and to thank her or she would call the cops.  I followed her directions to a T and she eventually stopped at twenty lashes.  She caressed my penis and made it hard within seconds.  Sliding her black cock deep  inside my hole felt good.  I was so turned on and excited that I almost came, but she put a stop to that.  “There’s no pleasure for liars.” 


To be continued…


Five days before Christmas



The cruel Mistress removed the rope from my eyes to reveal a beautiful young couple watching me.  The female looked amused with her emerald eyes starring at my pathetic limp body.  The male acted peculiar.  He looked envious of my position.  I turned to the Mistress as she sat down in front of me,  with a more serious tone,  she asked me why I was here.  I didn’t have an immediate answer so she slapped my face really hard and asked me again.  I was afraid to tell her that my intentions were to rob her house.  She signaled to a muscular man and he forced me on all fours…I could feel a warm jelly being smeared around my anus.  I was mortified!  That’s just sick!!!!  She then asked me again what I was doing in her basement.  I lied and said everything but what I was really doing there.  She told me to brace myself because I was about to receive a present from every person in the house.  I was gagged tightly as I tried to scream not much came out.  A cold object entered my ass slowly and it hurt bad.  “You should have told me the truth. I would have given you all my money and let you go.”  


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…

Seven days before Christmas


Something poked me from behind,  “Hey dip shit!”  a woman whispered into my ear sarcastically.  “Go a head and cry out for help, no ones going to hear you.”  The next thing I know she’s towering over me like a giantess, making me feel very uncomfortable.  She was a gorgeous sexpot wearing silky white stockings and no panties.  The way she had her mouth wrapped around that candy cane woke my cock up immediately.  My mind raced rapidly,  looking for anything logical to explain all of  this.   Maybe she’s a horny nimpho wanting to jump my bones.  How did I get from the basement to here?  Man, she’s smoking hot… The sultry vixen looked me over like I was some science project,  while poking me with her candy cane.  In a bubbly voice she added  “You have two choices…Do what I tell you to do.. or go to jail.  Which is it gonna be?”  She kept licking her lips and giving her candy cane a blow job.   Being nude in front of her made me feel vulnerable,  but turned on at the same time.  The animal in me wanted to break free from the ropes and fuck her for days.  Oh crap, there’s somebody else in the room….I knew this was too good to be true…


To be continued…