by Susan Sass
“Well, like you girl I have always been this way, I finally found a name for it when I read a book that changed my life. It described the lifestyle and it fit perfectly with my personality. That day I began my journey”
We spend all night talking about each other and our past lives. His questions made me tap into my memory bank. Although my parents are not quite like us, they are very traditional and I carry those same values today. Which is why I don’t mind serving a man. David has had quite the life, he has been married, divorced and has traveled the world and back. He really has lived more than most men and the good thing is he is still open to having children. Despite the age difference, he can keep up with anyone my age. Focusing on his work and success has taken up much of his free time in the past, but now he is ready to enjoy the fruits of his labor and the simple things in life.
Tired from the day, we head straight to bed with no play. Yet, in the middle of the night, I get a tap on the shoulder. Gaining my composure I am waken by David, Taking off my panties. Before I know it, he is rubbing his two fingers in my butt with a wet substance that appears to be lube.
“What are you doing?” I ask,
“Taking what is mine. Just relax” He says
This is going to hurt so bad, I start to think. Yep, David is introducing me to anal sex. I have never done this before, I have always been too afraid. However, with him I don’t have much of a choice; I just try my best to relax.
With both of us laying on our sides. He finishes rubbing the lube inside and around my butt and I take a deep breath. He very slowly slides his cock inside my butt, and it HURTS! It feels like he is poking me with a screwdriver “It’s okay, I’m going to go very slow girl” he says to reassure me. He only put the very tip of his cock in and he starts slowly going and out of my ass. Breathing heavily I lay still as Sir likes me to. He pushes more inside of me “Oh my God” I say in distress. While he slides in and out slowly I actually start to loosen up and although still painful, I can feel some pleasure through the pain. He pushes more of his cock inside of me, now all of the head of his cock is in plus more “Ouch” I yell out. He still is taking me slowly, but starts to speed up. Now with each stroke of his cock he is getting deeper and deeper inside of me. The pain is still there, but as he continues, the pain turns into pleasure.
Now he is fully taking me and it feels good. He places his hands around my neck “That’s my girl” he says. Those words alone make me start to climax. He flips me on my stomach, to finish. Now he is using me as he normally does my vagina, still painful yet, I can’t stop climaxing. He finally takes it out and ejaculates on my butt. I lay here sore and worn out, feeling taken and used. David has pushed my limits again. I soon get the energy to crawl up in a ball with him holding me. Another great night with my Sir.
Chapter 4: There Is More
The next morning I am still sore from him taking my anal virginity. I wake up alone in his king sized bed. Rolling out of bed, I head downstairs and David is nowhere to be found. I run outside and see his car still in the driveway, I don’t know where he is but he must be here. I decide to call his phone.
“Where are you Sir. I don’t see you in the house, yet your car is here”
“I was waiting for you to wake up” David says
I hear David walking up the stairs coming from the door by his kitchen, I never opened this door before and had no clue it was actually a basement; it is always locked. I just thought it was an extra closet. Allison, I have been wanting to show you something, he says as he comes out of the mysterious room “come here” he says. There is always more with David, it never ends. “Just one moment” he says. David runs upstairs and comes back down with what appears to be a black cloth, getting behind me he places the blindfold on me “it’s a big surprise” he says.
“Okay, I’ll play along Sir”
Holding my hand, I feel him walking me towards the locked door. Hearing the wooden floor squeak with every walk builds the suspense. Opening the door I can tell that David used a key as I can hear the lock turn. Holding my hand, he takes me down the stairs one step at a time very slowly. There is a slight breeze in this air, colder than the other parts of the house. Finally, we are down the stairs, he holds my hand and walks me approximately ten feet. “Ready” David says
I shake my head yes.
Taking off the blindfold, I look around the room. It appears to be some sort of dungeon, yet classier. I see a beautiful black leather Sofia by the wall and a coffee table in front of it both appear to be normal. Yet, in another corner, I see a bed with bondage straps on it. Exploring the strange room closely, I see a clear display cabinet, with collars, whips and chains inside. Then there I see it, a large padded Cross with straps. I can only image what all can be done on there. On the wall are beautiful hand paintings that each seem to have a different meaning. One painting is in black and white with a woman that has her hands and foot bound, you can see a boot of someone in front of her while she is laying on the ground. Looking at the next painting, I see a woman strapped to a cross pad resembling the one I see on the other side of the room; she is naked, bound and appears to be yelling. I don’t say anything, but David catches me looking at the padded cross. He comes behind me and rubs my shoulders “beautiful isn’t it”.
“Yes it is Sir”. The cross was fascinating but it was the entire room that catches my interest. The place has an outer world feel and ambience to it. The attention to detail in the paintings make them appear more real than a picture taken with a camera. Although dark in nature this dungeon looks more like a beautiful well-decorated living room at first glance, it is very impressive to say the least.
“What do you think?” David asks
“I don’t know, I like it but it does look scary” I say in response.
“It’s okay, I have no plans of bringing you down here today or until you are truly ready, which I believe will be soon. Let’s go back upstairs.”
I don’t know all the specifics of how everything works in there, but I got the idea. Ironically, I have a dream about the dungeon. In the dream, David has me tied up to the cross completely naked like the girl in the painting. He has a whip in his hand and he is whipping my body, while I scream for him to stop, yet he laughs about it. In the dream, I appear to be at his mercy and in extreme pain. I wake up in the middle of the night and look at David not knowing what our future holds. How far this will go? Have I truly found the man of my dreams or will this go deeper than I could have ever imagined?
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The Bad Boy Wants It All
Adele Love
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Introduction
Chapter 1: The Meet
Chapter 2: Wow so many choices
Chapter 3: Time To Move
Chapter 4: Her Needs
Chapter 5: Wow, Erin
Chapter 6: Can’t Stop Thinking About Angela
Chapter 7: Can’t Say No To Bree
Introduction
I'm a modest man. I've done nothing special in my life. I have never invented anything, or saved anyone. For most of my life, I have lived in a conservative way, never reaching out or rocking the boat, and at the ripe old age of 23, I'd decided that I'd had enough of that kind of existence. Now there are millionaires who envy my way of life. There are thousands of men who would love to be me, and just as many women who would love to be near me. No, I'm not a celebrity, nor am I outrageously wealthy. I'm just a man who reached out and plucked his dream from the ether, making it reality.
My name is Chad. I'm 23, successfully self-employed and financially secure to a 'T'. I am also one greedy sex-o-holic and a life long spank-
o. For as long as I can remember I've found the thought of being in control, being a Dom, nearly intoxicating in its sexual appeal. I don't mean like Connan or anything quite that dramatic, just a strong minded man who knows what he wants, and goes after it in a confident manner. So for as long as I can remember I've tried to emulate men who are like that, tried to become one of them. I've studied fictional story characters to actors and, more recently, other Doms. I'd often heard the saying, "Fake it till you make it," and I took that message to heart.
After nearly a decade of "faking it", I'd finally come into my own. I could look at something, anything, decide I wanted it, and then go after it with a tenacious confidence that got me what I wanted 9/10 times. Women, jobs, friends, hobbies, whatever I wanted I could take using pure will power confidence. Maybe I'd become a bit cocky, maybe I still am, but I'd decided that I'd played by societies rules long enough. It was time to start my own game, and there was only one game I wanted to play. I wanted subs. Plural, and not just two, but more like 5. I wanted them to be 24/7 live-in subs. I wanted it as a lifestyle, as a polar shift from the norm, and I was ready to go after it with everything I had.
At that time I was working for online investment companies, working e-security and providing general IT support for several large firms. I lived alone in my absurdly large bachelor pad of 4 bedrooms, 2 1/2 baths, one of which was a jumbo bathroom that I could never possibly need. (Why buy such a large house? The market was in the largest slump in the last 10 years and my business was booming, so I figured, why not?) I furnished the house nicely, and fell in love with the place. Now I was looking to fill the empty bedrooms, and I had a plan to do so.
Working in cyberspace had made me quite a few connections, so I called a guy, who knew a guy, who was and acquaintance of the kind of man I wanted to talk to. It took me a couple days to get the right number, and when I finally did get to talk to the guy, he pretty much blew me off. Not one to be deterred, I called in a favor, and the very next day, I was in to meet my prospective investor, Joey. Joey is what you call a porn king pin. He owns websites, several small to medium sized movie studios, his own record company and has more pornstars and camera men on staff than you can shake a stick at. Naturally he's an extremely successful, very busy guy, so I had to make my sales pitch stick. Luckily for me I'm a pretty smooth talker.
"Joey, you've got porn everywhere. It reaches to every corner of every fetish, utilizing almost every media in existence. You're net sales are envied by companies that employ twice as many people as you do, and I think I can make you a substantial chunk of change with my idea. I want to take two completely different fetishes and styles of adult entertainment, blend them together, and come up with something brand new and, hopefully, profitable. Strangely enough, I'll be mixing two of the largest fetishes in existence. The voyeur fetish, which is massively huge, and the spanking fetish, which, to the disappointment of thousands, your ventures have left largely untouched, aside from a few softcore BDSM flicks. They're well done, but there's a massive audience out there who wants it done harder and more realistically. So I offer you both."
"I own a house, its large enough to comfortably hold myself and 5 others, with some minor renovations. I want to bring in and hire 5 gorgeous women between the ages of 18 and 21 to live in my house with me. You'll have voyeur cams in every room, so it can function as a normal voyeur site, but here comes the big difference. Every chance I get, no matter how small it is, I'll throw one of those cute little girls over my knee and spank the shit out of her. Any questions so far."
Joey considered for a moment, then said, "I see a small problem with this. The voyeur community will love getting to see a hot young girl getting a spanking every now and then, but for the spank-o's, that’s the main dish. They won't want to watch girls paint their nails for hours on end with a chance of not even getting to see a spanking. It doesn't fly."
"You're right," I say, "But I've already thought of a way to cure that little problem. It's a voyeur site, so a hired camera crew is out the window, but what if we taught the girls to film? They'd be a free crew, and voyeurs could even watch as the girls were filming. Then we post the videos and stills that the girls take on the website, along side the more voyeuristic things."
Joey was deep in thought, "How much would you charge, and what's on the site?" asked Joey.
"Glad you asked. The voyeur part of the site will be free."
"What?" exclaimed Joey, incredulous.
"Hear me out. We make the voyeur part free to watch, but we have forums that you have to pay $5.00 a month or $30.00 a year to be a member of. On the forums, fans get to choose punishment implements, the victim, scenario for roleplay, you name it, the fans have control. They vote and we obey. We also charge for something I'll call a highlight reel. The highlight reel is all the spankings for the day for $1.00 or all the spankings for a week for $5.00. We'll also merchandise, but very modestly. We can sell spanking implements used on the girls, the girls costumes, and auction off regular stuff from the house. What do you think?"
Joey stared at me hard for a minute, then said, "I still think you could make more money charging for the voyeurism, but mostly I think I'm glad you got me to sit down and listen to you before you went anywhere else. I think this could be big."
"I'm glad you like it."
"What about sex?" asked Joey. As more of a vanilla guy himself, it made sense that he would ask.
I smiled, "It won't be required (how could it be?), but I'll be going after them all just the same."
Joey guffawed, "Of course my models would be more than willing to have sex with you! I'm insulted you think they wouldn't. You're not a bad looking guy."
"Oh," I said with a slight frown, "That's the other thing. I don't want to use models or porn stars. I want to pick regular girls, from regular lives, right off the street."
"Now that," said Joey slowly, "May be a problem. There's no way you can find girls who would be willing to participate."
"You let me worry about that. If you approve it, I guarantee I can get 5 girls contracted in less than 6 weeks."
"6 weeks? I give you extra points for being such a cocky bastard. Tell you what. We'll make 6 weeks the opening date for the site, and even if you only have 3 girls, I'll still let you open shop and recruit the other 2 later, but 3 is the minimum."
I grinned at Joey across the table, "Sound like we're in business."
"Lets make this official," said Joey, standing up. He stuck out his hand, which I firmly shook, and then we went out to lunch to discuss the more mundane details of having five gorgeous women living in a house with a sex-o-holic/spank-o.
Chapter 1: The Meet
Running ads. Truly, it is one of the few things I actually despise doing and will go to almost any length to avoid. However, under these peculiar circumstances I made an exception and ran a rather ambiguous ad, hoping to draw a large pool to choose from. 'Looking for single open-minded 18-21 year old women to participate in social experiment. Full time live-in study group.' Then gave my number and Joey's as a backup in case they couldn't get a hold of me, which was a definite possibility with all the renovations that had been going on in the house. Sound proofing, installing cameras, altering rooms and modifying the jumbo bathroom into what could only be described as a large open chambered public shower.
Anyways, I live just outside of a bustling metropolis, so I knew there would be quite a large response, but the numbers were still pretty overwhelming at first. I was dealing with literally dozens of candidates a day. True, some of them scared off pretty quickly but it was necessary to weed out those who really weren't possibilities in the first place. Joey and I dropped enough hints that most of the girls who made the final cut had a vague idea of what the job really was, even if they weren't quite sure what the details were.
Four weeks, countless hours on the phone, and an unimaginable amount of e-mails later I had finally come up with four solid candidates. I had each send me several profile shots, and all were ext
remely attractive. The only thing that really troubled me was the distinct lack of one last girl to fill out the roster. Sure there had been other attractive women who applied, but none that called out to me like these four had. So I opted to take Joey up on his offer and find a fifth later on.
I had, however, run into a problem with one of my solid four. A hot, soft spoken little 19 year old named Leanne. She was 5'7", had ear length brunette hair, brown eyes, and was an athlete. She had the slim physique of a swimmer, muscular but still soft and supple, anyways, about a week before I had scheduled to meet all the girls together at my house for the first time Leanne called to cancel. She sounded nervous about the whole thing, and sounded pretty certain about her cancellation, but I somehow convinced her to come meet me in private before calling it quits. I figured I had a much better chance of recruiting her if I soloed her out, so I prepared to put on my game face and set our meeting for the next day at 2:00.
I was sitting in my study, trying to pick a layout for the site when I heard my doorbell ring. One soft melodic ding with metallic undertones (something I find silly seeing as my doorbell is a speaker in a box). I looked at my watch. 1:55. 'Good' I thought, 'She's punctual. I hate it when women can't ever seem to be on time.'
