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My Brand
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
*********** begin story: My Brand of Slave ************
Main street is dark and the tourists have retired for the evening. In the
dark, foggy drizzle, I slip easily into concealing shadows; making my way
to the outskirts of town. I push toward the motel with constant breaking
sounds of the surf on my left and the singular howl of a wolf on my right.
Drizzle turns to rain as I unlock the door to your room.
As per my instructions, I find you spread out on the Queen sized bed,
blindfolded and bound with the equipment I had you purchase. Your legs
are cuffed together twice, once above the knees and once at the ankles with
a yard wide spreader bar. You have a wide leather belt fastened about your
waist through which you have run a rope and attached it to the spreader bar,
dragging your feet to your ass. Then your hands are handcuffed through an
eyehole in the wall above the bed. All and all not an uncomfortable position
but one that is hard to escape from on your own.
On the floor beside the bed I see your suitcase. Opening it up I see that you
have indeed followed my instructions almost to perfection. There is one set
of clothes consisting of a soft white shirt, a pair of long black slacks and
shoes that look two sizes too small. Also in the suitcase is a wide
selection of toys, leather goods, and bondage outfits that you have had to
either make yourself or have specially fitted for body.
You hear me rustle around in the suitcase and stand up. I speak to you for
the first time, "You may answer me using only the words `yes' or `no'. If you
say anything else, I will consider the contract broken and leave immediately.
Is that clear?"
A parched yes escapes your lips.
"You have read, signed and placed the contract on the dresser?"
You are sure that you followed my instructions to a `t' and you say yes.
"You have read all the stories I sent you and acknowledge that I might,
at anytime, do anything contained in those stories... to you?"
You remember the stories... some you had seen on alt.sex.stories, others you
had never seen before. You remember reading them over and over
again masterbating over the scenes. If you answer yes now you know that
your life will forever be changed. Are you ready for it, or is it too late, if
you say no will the contract still be valid? "Yes," you say, verbally
repeating what you had already consented to on paper.
As the reality of what you have just consented to sinks in a little farther,
a cold plastic form is pressed against your mouth. You reckognize it as the
ball gag that you had bought last week. The size had been specified to be at
least 2 inches in diameter, but you were feeling adventurous that evening
and bought a larger size that really stretched your mouth. Now it was in
place, tied snug behind your head.
Your left hand is released from it's wall cuff and held firmly. "It's time
to sign and seal the contract," I say. You feel a sharp prick on the thumb
of your left hand. Then your thumb is squeezed hard, you figure out that
you are to leave a blood print on the contract. "It is done."
The hand cuff reclaims your wrist and once again you hear me rumaging
around in the suitcase. "The contract being signed and sealed," I continue,
"it is time to brand you as a member of my herd."
Am I going to brand you? the thought makes you twist with expected pain.
Surely things are going to go slow at first? But maybe not. Maybe I will
try to wear you down. You mind races... then you feel something pressuring
your asshole trying to get in.
When the head of the dildo breaks its way in, you know that I have decided to
use the biggest one first. It is so huge that you don't know how it is going
to fit. And it isn't even lubed. It tears open your ass, working into
you, causing enormous pain that you strain against your bonds. You scream as
the dildo hits bottom, but the gag muffles the sound. Still I push it in
farther and you are sure that it will rip you apart.
Tears fall down your eyes as I slide the dildo out of your ass. Then without
warning, the dildo slams back into its previous position. I hold it there and
you feel another strap going around your waist. I string it through your
legs and use it to hold the dildo in. You feel a little shocked when the
dildo begins to vibrate. And you realize that this isn't even the largest
toy you brought with you. This is a smaller, though not much, vibrator.
As the vibrator hums away in your ass the pain gradually subsides and your
pleasure increases. But you have lost track of where I am. You can't even be
sure if I am in the same room with you. Then you hear a swish and a paddle
strikes your ass. It drives the vibrator against your inner walls causing
tremendous pain. You strain against you bonds and I strike you again.
The paddle strikes again and again. Each time driving the vibrator into your
pained ass. You lose count at fifty strokes as your body enters into orgasmic
convulsions. The paddling continues even as you cum not stopping until
you think that you are most likely bleeding from the hits.
You feel my hands grip your ass and you try to scream from the pain... but the
ache in your mouth is now almost as bad as the burning sensation in your
vibrating butt. Thankfully, you think, I let go of your ass and you hear me
walk across the room. As you lie there you feel tiny drops of warm blood
hitting the insides of your thighs, dripping down from your ass.
"Hardly a sound," I say approvingly. But you know that if you hadn't been
gagged the whole town would have heard your screams. "Time for the
marking." As the thought of what exactly that means enters your mind....
you feel something hot, very hot, sear into your flesh. You try to scream
again... and just remind yourself that your whole body is writhing in pain.
At first it feels like your whole body is on fire. Then you trace the pain
to a single spot on your flank. It is the spot right where your tan mark
begins. My fingers trace the design now permenantly branded into your side.
Someplace in the corner of your mind reckognizes it as my initials.
Finally the vibrator is withdrawn from your ass. I untie your legs, but
you find that to move them from anything but a kneeling position causes
your body to be covered in pain. Nevertheless I role you onto your back
and tie retie your legs into a spread eagle position. The process of this
causes you to passout....
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