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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.
Think of me writing this letter to you. Right now, I am nude,
and after talking to you, have followed your instructions. I
have that large, black rubber dildo inserted in my anus, all 9"
of it. I have retrieved my nipple clip set. I have a clip on
each, very erect nipple, and another one on my clit. My pussy is
creamy. I am just on the verge of orgasm, and I am pretending
that you have told me that I would be severely punished if I let
myself cumm. I am going to disobey deliberately. I am too close
to cumming to hold back, and even if it means that I get a
thrashing, that I get my bottom basted with a leather strop for
being "bad", that is what I am and that is what I deserve.
I am trying to convince you to face up to the beginning of our
meeting- the need for you to take total control and assume full
authority for the session. In order for this to work, it seems
to me that the preliminary part of the session needs to
concentrate on past events- an analysis of past promises made and
not kept, of recent questions asked where answered have been
avoided, or when answered, with inadequate response. In other
words, the student's shortcomings need to be enumerated, and some
suitable form of instruction be offered. In this case, it seems
to me that punishment in some form ABSOLUTELY MUST be the first
part of the program. If not, all else is doomed to fail.
Considering this student, I would suggest that her nudity is
essential to the proceedings. In fact, I can visualize it. You
have ordered her to answer the doorbell totally nude. When you
arrive, instead she is wearing something very provocative,
perhaps a baby-doll and high heels. This is an immediate
violation of her instructions. You step in, see that she has
begun by disobeying. Perhaps you grab her by the hair and spin
her around. Perhaps, you give her a stinging slap in the face, a
lesson that obedience is demanded and that nothing less will be
tolerated. You know that her bedroom is upstairs and that her
"toys" are hidden there. You pull the baby dolls off her,
looking, of course, at her full breasts and erect nipples. You
take each nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching hard.
You pull off her panties, order her to turn around, gaze at her
delicious, full bottom. You pinch her ass, hard. And now you
order her to lead you up the stairs to the bedroom.
As she climbs the steps before you, her naked bottom undulating
before your eyes, I am sure that you will study it with pleasure,
knowing the joys that it can offer you if it has been properly
prepared and persueded. Perhaps at the moment of truth she will
plead with you, beg you not to spank her-perhaps she will offer
you exotic sex instead. DO NOT ACCEPT THAT OFFER.
If you do, a quick orgasm is all you will get. Insist that the
proceedings go forward, exactly as planned. TAKE COMMAND. Make
her show you where the toys are kept. Make her show you the
crop, the tawse, and the cane, all hanging on a hook in her
closet, all fully ready to participate in taming this hellcat.
Look in the box of toys. See the clips, three together on the
silver chain, ready to be attached to those delicious appendages.
See the dildos, the butt pluggers, erect and sturdy andready to
do their part in stretching those wonderful openings for you.
And now TELL HER WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO DO!!. Make her understand
whois master in these preceedings.
Should her hands be tied behind her? Of course. Now, some means
need be found to give her real fear, to make her understand
totally that you HAVE TAKEN COMMAND. I suggest that she be spun
face down on her own bed, her delicious ass nude, upturned and
awaiting some definitive action on your part. She does not yet
know what to expect from you. You know where the bamboo cane is,
long and slim and lithe. Take it, swish it in the air a few
times so that she can hear the unmistakeable sound that it makes.
And now- GIVE IT TO HER- THHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWAACCCCKKKKKKK!!! a
shocker, a real slash across her rump, across both upturned
cheeks. See the firey red line appear almost instantly. Hear
her shocked scream as the horrible burning sensation peaks, and
lingers on. And hear the strange tone in her voice, at once
fearful, knowing that she is helpless. Her husband is away, and
nothing will save her from you giving her whatever you think she
deserves. You will be judge and jury, and even executioner of
whatever punishment you think is appropriate. And she can
absolutely depend on it, her feminine wiles will get her nothing-
except perhaps to get he punished even more. You have that cane
and can and will give her just as much of it as you please. Now
tell her what you are going to do, that you will train her in
obedience, that she will have to account for all her bad behavoir
in the past--and as you tell her, at regular slow intervals,
THHHHHWWWWWWWWWAAAACCCCCKKKKKK-- sign your autograph on her
delcious, plump ass, using that fierce rattan cane as your pen.
And all this time, think about that green box that she has hidden
away somewhere. She would never show it to you, never want you
to see the photographs, see the intimate letters, and especially,
never want you to see that video tape. Of course not. She would
never willingly show you these. But her master, rattan cane in
hand may have a few different ideas about that. Why, I would bet
that she would not only show them to him, she could even be
induced to beg for the privelege of looking at them.
Now hear her beg for the opportunity to please you, hear her
offer those delights she has refused in the past. She begs for
the chance to show how good she can be. Can she suck your rigid
cock? Would you like to give her a taste of your golden stream,
directly into her open mouth, as she swallows every drop? You
can have that. Do you want her hot tongue probing into your
moist asshole? She is aghast at this, but now would be glad, to,
no delighted to do that for you. Would you rather fuck her sweet
asshole, using only her saliva as lubrication, and then later,
offer your now-brown stained erection so that she could clean it
for you with her tongue?
No, not yet. Oh yes, she will have ample opportunity to show
that she is fully docile, fully trained. But first, her master
has a few scores to settle with her, and that green box is
certainly one of them. And this rattan cane, with which he has
already expressed his displeasure, is the perfect instrument to
train this bitch, to reduced her to the state that all she wants
to do is please her master, no matter what, no matter how.
Now, an hour has passed. She is relaxing, as much as it is
possible to relax with the fierce metal clips carresssing her
nipples and her clit- and of course, with that hideous, 14"
rubber dildo that her master has slowly forced into her anus, and
where it rests now. He has, of course, given her the opportunity
to look at the green box- and no matter how much she hated for
him to see the contents, the alternative, further strokes of that
awful cane, were even worse. So while she suffers, he looks at
the box.
Right now, he is looking at a sheaf of pictures, all very
pornographic, showing Helen in one after another disgusting pose-
fucking, sucking, being reamed, being spanked, getting an enema,
sucking the cunny of a lovely black lady. She will be punished,
certainly for all these transgressions. But right now he has a
problem. He has a raging hardon, and besides that, a totally
full, even uncomfortably full bladder. What to do about that?
Well, at the state they are at, perhaps the first thing he will
do with the golden stream is to use it to oil her tonsils- to let
her suck it all down, every drop, every last drop. On the other
hand, maybe he will pull that huge dildo out of her butt, and use
this stream of hot piss as a natural enema.
And afterwards, what then? He has a friend, a large, husky
blonde lady, a policewoman named Hilda. He knows that Hilda
likes nothing better than having her cunt sucked, and the thought
of giving a stropping to a whore would probably be very appealing
to her. Should he call Hilda and invite her over? That idea is
pleasant to think about. Another idea comes to mind. Heare is
Helen's address book, and here is a listing for Doris, the black
maid whose picture he has already seen. He wonders if Doris
would like to come over and feed Helen another eclair- another
idea with strong interest to him. Well, whatever he decides to
do, he has plenty of time. He is not expected home until
tomorrow, and certainly she is going nowhere until he decides to
release her.
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