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Dominance and disipline on a cold winter night
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.
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Out of the darkness lights suddenly gleam. I hear a familiar engine
sound coming up the long, long driveway. Pulling on a black velvet robe, I
quickly belt it about my waist. Covered closely from ankle to neck; I lean
against the side of the wide front window and gaze at the approaching car.
A shiver runs through my body, I slowly lick my lips in anticipation.
It's cold outside. The ground is covered with snow and patches of ice.
The slates of the front path and steps are slick with ice. A small light over
the door glows dimly. I watch your car pull up to the front of the house. For a
moment I see the car light flash on; you are pulling your collar up around your
neck to protect you from the biting wind. Quickly you slip out of the car and
slam the door. Heading up to the front door, I see your shoulders hunch against
the assault of the elements. I quickly withdraw from the window, not wishing to
be seen. I know you are at my door. But the bell is silent, you hesitate to
ring. Pausing at the door, you attempt one last desperate time, to think of an
excuse for your lateness. There is no excuse, as you well know. You stand
transfixed in the freezing darkness, anticipating my fury, your punishment. You
reach out and pass your hand over the door sensor.
Inside, two deep chimes sound, warning of a presence at the front
door.
Through a hidden speaker you hear a familiar, low, soft voice.
"Who is it?" You are encouraged by the gentle smoothness of the tones.
"It's me, sweetheart, I'm so sorry I'm late" you hurriedly exclaim
through chattering teeth. "Let me in, darling, it's so cold out here."
"Are you cold, my darling?" I answer sweetly, "how unfortunate." But I
don't open the door.
"How sorry are you?" my voice floats gently through the darkness.
"Please Barb, it's freezing out here, let me in!!" you plead.
"I can't hear you very well," I reply softly,"get on your knees when
you speak to me!"
"My knees????It's icey out here!" you protest.
"Get on your knees Dave" I quietly suggest, "or you can get back in
your car and leave." I imagine your thoughts as you struggle outside in the
cold.
"all right, I'm on my knees" you answer quite subdued,"please let me
in."
I laugh at the panic in your voice. You know I am quite capable of
sending you away and you are once again aware of your insulting lateness.
"I'm waiting for you to ask me properly, Dave." A touch of impatience
colors my voice, chilling the words.
"Please, my gracious Lady, PLease let me in." you beg.
"You must use the back door you wretched creature" I command, "crawl
there on your knees." I gloat in satisfaction as I picture you in your elegant
suit crawling through the snow drifts. I leisurely drift to the back door and
wait. Some time later I hear a timid tap at the back door. Still I wait,
silently, smiling. Again, a gentle tapping.
"Yes, who is it?" I calmly inquire.
"A humble sinner who begs shelter from the storm, my most gracious
Lady." the voice trembles from the cold. Bored with this game; I unlock the
door, and allow you to enter.
You crawl slowly into the kitchen. Your elegant wool tweed suit is
wet, ice clings to the cuff of your pants. Your hands are red and stiff. How
cruel I've been to you. You sit, shivering and miserable on the cold tiled
kitchen floor.
"aaah Dave, you're soiling my clean kitchen floor." I chide, "you are
a terribly naughty man!!" You look up at me, standing beside you, wrapped in
warm black velvet. I see the tip of your tongue touch your lips, your eyes
gleam in beginning excitement.
"You cannot walk around here in those wet clothes....take them off." I
demand. I sit on the old wooden topped farmhouse table, my boots swaying
slowly. "Put your coat over that chair " I say, pointing a slender finger with
long polished nail. When you have done as instructed, I again issue a command.
"Stand up and take off your shirt"
The tie is quickly thrown aside and your fingers swiftly open the
shirt buttons and pull the fine white cotton fabric away from your well muscled
chest. I cooly gaze at your firm torso, not unaffected.
"Toss it on the floor, then take off your shoes and socks"
I love to watch your muscles pull and move as you bend to remove your
shoes. Straightening, I observe the natural grace and arrogance of your stance.
I love your big, strong body. So hard and masculine. I can barely keep my hands
calmly folded. My eyes flash with excitement.
"Now your pants" I request, "take them off and leave them on the
floor, too." Your fingers fumble at your belt, quickly unzip your pants, and
let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them.
"Is this better" you ask, a smile touching your lips. I can see you
are excited. The bulge in your shorts in unmistakeable. You have been yearning
for this all week.
"Kiss my boots" I order. You kneel and take each between your large
hands in turn, kissing the tips with ardor. But I know your humbleness is
insincere as your eyes eagerly seek the curves hidden beneath my soft
robe."Tell me why you were late, Love" I softly urge, reaching my hands towards
you. You rise and embrace me, crushing my warm body against your still cold
flesh.Your hands roam freely; exploring, testing, wondering what lies beneath
the dark velvet.
"Oh, God, darling....I missed you so much," you groan into my neck,
pressing kisses into the fragrant tender flesh. The scent fills your mind, so
familiar, so arousing. "I couldn't help it, the plane was delayed by the
storm...."
"Do you think I care about the storm or the plane?" I dryly replied,
pushing you away. "You were late and you must be punished!!" I stood and
stepped away from your still clinging hands. "Kneel, you disobediant creature."
I walked swiftly to the broom closet and removed a woven wicker rug beater.
Standing hidden behind you I watched the mucles of your back and buttocks tense
for the expected blow.
CRACK.....the first blow landed, your body jerked with shock. Crack,
CRACK..again I swung......CRACK, CRACK...your mouth was grimly tight, your head
bowed with the effort to remain silent. I lifted my foot and placed my boot on
your back, CRACK!!!!, CRACK!!!!!!.....the final blows fell with great force...a
groan of pain finally burst from your lips. Moaning with pain, your body
responded with shivers of excitement. Placing my boot against your ass I
shoved, and you fell forward on the cold, dark, green tiles.
I walked away and through the open doorway leading to the livingroom.
"Follow me slave" I called over my shoulder.
I slowly walked into the warm livingroom. It was dark in here. The
flames cast dancing, leaping shadows on the walls. Golden beeswax tapers cast a
soft glow over the comfortable green club chairs. The slab wood lined walls
gleamed softly with a well rubbed sheen. A soft old persian carpet in deep
reds, greens, and cream was spread over the parquet floor. The windows were
hidden behind heavy drapes. To one side stood a deep chesterfield sofa covered
in green leather, soft and inviting. Curious pictures hung on the walls. A
maiden with seashells garlanding her hair rode over foaming waves; a wizard
immersed in a huge tome, a raven on his shoulder; also photos...of ladies and
their menfolk clad in the fashions of a century or more past. The room was
silent save for the crackling and sizzling of the fire burning in the cavernous
fireplace.
You hesitated in the doorway.
"Come in, Dave" Your eyes sought me in the dim light. "come stand
before me." You approached and stood quietly in front of me. Our eyes met, and
in that moment you knew you were truly enslaved and subject to my capricious
will. Your eyes lowered.
"You may remove my robe, Slave" I ordered. Your hands reached out,
untying my sash and spreading the edges of the robe wide.
"sssssh" your indrawn breath was hard and tense with lust as my brief
costume was revealed. For a moment our eyes met and held. A smile spread slowly
across my lips. You moaned with your intense desire.
"put my robe on the couch" I stood, legs spread, displaying my body
to your hungry eyes. "Kneel before me and beg me to forgive you!"
"Please, Mistress I beg you to forgive your disobedient slave" you
murmered as you knelt before me. I lifted my booted foot against your shoulder
and rested it there.
"Punish me as you wish, I am your slave, do with me what you will."
"Fetch your collar and leash," I replied coldly.
"Yes, Mistress" you turned and crawled to an oak cabinet. Opening the
top drawer you removed the leather collar and leash kept neatly coiled there.
"Bring it here" I held out my hand, cool and white. "Remove your
underpants" I stepped close, your head beside my knee. You could smell my
musky scent mixing with the sweet perfume, a heady mix of innocence and danger.
My fingers stroked your neck, the edges of your ears, briefly touched your
hair. Then I fastened the collar around your neck snugly. I clipped the lead
to the strong ring embedded in the leather of the collar.
I looked down at the exciting sight of you clad only in my leash and collar,
your body completely bare and at my mercy. "We have a new little toy for you
tonight." I walked to that same cabinet and opened the next drawer.
"Open your mouth, Slave." I ordered harshly. Before you could protest
I had thrust a gag into your mouth and was fastening the leather straps of a
muzzle around your head. A muffled murmer of surprise was all that escaped your
stopped mouth. "Now I shall begin to teach you to obey orders" I walked to the
wall next to the fireplace. Hanging there were a pair of antique silver spurs
and a riding crop. I took down the riding crop and walked back to the center of
the room. Grasping the leash in my left hand, I raised the riding crop in my
right. With a strong swing I brought the crop down in a slashing stroke against
your hard buttocks. I repeated the harsh stroke several times more. My eyes
gleamed in the firelight and my breathing was rapid. You twisted with the pain
as red weals criss- crossed your bottom. The gag ensured that only the faintest
of moans could be heard. I raised my arm and brought the crop down again,SLASH,
and one more with all my strength...SLASH!!!!. You shuddered with pain but I
could see your unrulely cock beginning to stiffen. I dropped the crop, and
pulling the lead sharply, I forced you over to the oak cabinet once more. I
reached into a drawer again and removed something of black silky fabric.
"Upstairs with you" I ordered. Tugging on your leash I quickly walked
to the stairs. I mounted the steps with you by my ankles. You eyes glanced
often to my high slender heeled boots. On hands and knees you climbed after me,
burning with the pain of your thrashing but eager to get to my bedroom.
I led you to the center of my bed chamber.
"Stand up" I commanded. I removed the lead from your collar. I walked
swiftly to the bed and pushed aside the gauzy curtains. The unusually sturdy
bedposts were revealed. At top and bottom heavy rings had been securely
screwed into the thick wood. I returned to you and stood in front of you. My
hair was gathered into a topknot and cascaded down my back in curls. "Look at
my breasts" Your eyes stared and sweat beaded on your forehead. I stroked the
tops of my breasts and toyed with the laces of my corset. I pulled the bow
loose and spread the top of the satin garment, revealing the tips of my breasts
to your eager eyes. Your cock, erect and straining, touched me. I reached down
and stroked it with a delicate finger; it leaped and throbbed at my touch.
"Stay still and watch me!"
I slowly removed the satin corset. With eyes locked I reached again
and this time opened the tiny bows that fasten my lacy panties on either hip.
The fragment of lace fell to the floor. I stepped back so you could see the
smooth skin between my legs. "Do you like it this way?" "Do you like it all
smooth and shaved and moist for you?" I teased. Your body shivered, and your
hands clenched; but you remained motionless as ordered. Now clad only in garter
belt, stockings, and boots I approached you.
"Touch my breasts, Slave" Your hands reached for them eagerly,
stroking and cupping them. I could tell you yearned to take them in your mouth
but the gag prevented this so desired action. "That's enough" This time your
hands withdrew slowly, too slowly.
"Stand facing the foot of the bed" I instructed coldly. From a bedside
cupboard I removed long straps and cuffs of leather. I wrapped the cuffs around
your wrists and fastened them. Then attaching a long strap to each cuff; I drew
each strap through a bedpost ring untill your arms were spred wide over your
head and held tightly. Bending a attached a cuff to each of your ankles. Each
in turn was attached tightly to a lower ring on the bedpost with another of the
long leather straps. In moments you were spread eagled at the foot of my bed.
"Now we''ll see about your insolence, sir!!"
I pulled off my boots and placed them in my closet. Leisuredly, I
walked to the windows and drew the gauzy cutains closed. The only illumination
in the room was the cool, silver moonlight streaming through the skylight.
Naked except for the sheer black stockings whose tops clung to my thighs, I
stood directly behind you. My arms reached around you, I rubbed my breasts
against your strong back. The marks of the riding crop were an angry red
crisscrossing your bottom. I ground my smooth, hairless crotch against this
tender flesh. Uselessly your body tensed against the straps. I smiled and a
laugh burst from my throat.
"I'll teach you to obey, I'll show you respectful behavior!!!" I
warned.
Then walking to the side of the bed, I climbed on top of the white puffy down
quilt. It clung to my sides and cradled me softly. Your eyes stared at me. I
lay back and spred my legs open directly in front of you. I stroked the moist
dusky flesh between my legs I knew you yearned for. I ran my hands over my
body, and cupped my breasts. The nipples stood stiffly.
"Do you like this, Dave?" I watched your face carefully, saw the need,
the lust, the frustration. Again I sought the moist flesh between my legs,
rubbing the sensitive flesh and inserting a finger. I thrust the finger in and
out of my hot, wet cavern. Your cock throbbed eagerly. Then I sat up and slowly
removed each stocking, untill I knelt before your agonized face.
Without a word, I slipped off the bed. Retrieving the fabric I brought
from the livingroom, I approached you again. Shaking it out, I folded it
swiftly and used it to blindfold you. Your head twisted in futile protest.
"I know you can hear me, Dave." I whispered in his ear,"now you are
ready for your lesson." I went to the closet and withdrew an evil looking
whip. It was old, very old, and stiff. It had a hard handle from which hung
strands of leather, each knotted at the end. Taking a secure stance behind you,
I raised my arm and with a strong and steady stroke I began to apply this whip
to your back. I laid a trail of stripes from your shoulders to your ankles. The
knotted ends bit into the skin cruelly. My breath became rapid with my growing
excitement. My hand flew faster. The whip ends flashed and bit into the skin of
your inner thighs. You writhed and strained againds your bonds. But they held
secure. This was more than you had been prepared for. You thought this would be
a few strokes and then release. But it was not to be so. You were at my mercy
at last and I had privately vowed to lay into you like never before. Your
muffled shouts of pain grew louder. But all sounds were lost in the roar of the
storm outside. Again and again, my whip fell and marked you as my property.
Your cries of pain became mixed with groans and shouts of sexual excitement.
Your cock thrust out, hugely erect. With a roar of your own you leaped against
your bonds and sprayed a fountain of ejaculate before you. You body sagged as
you sank below conciousness.
Quickly releasing your arms I let you fall forward onto the bed, your legs
still restrained and spread. I drew your arms together and tethered them now to
the headboard. Spread out face down on my bed, you were a tempting sight. With
sudden inspiration, I went to the other bedside stand and withdrew a curious
device. It looked like two cocks joined at the root with slender straps hanging
from the middle. I slowly inserted half this double dildo into my burning cunt
and attached the straps securely around my pelvis. Smiling, I took a small pot
of soothing cream and went back to the bed. You lay quietly, still bound. The
marks on your body were livid. I gently stroked the soothing cream into your
abused flesh. Conciousness returning, you began to moan softly. I continued
rubbing the cream into your skin. Now my hands concentrated on your ass.
Stroking gently, soothing and arousing, I gradually spread the cream closer to
your asshole. With a generously laden finger I spread the cream onto your
asshole and inserted 1 finger gently. Probing carefully, I knew you were
responding with intense pleasure.
"aaah Dave, you are such a disobedient man" I cooed, "But you've had
your punishment." My finger probed and retreated, then probed again. "Now I'm
going to give you a treat" I chuckled. I removed my finger. Then standing close
behind you, I slowly advanced the head of the dildo to your asshole. The tight
flesh flinched at the alien touch. But without hesitation, I continued my
steady advance. The head of the dildo pushed against your asshole, steadily
stretching the muscular ring. Your protests grew loud against the muffling gag.
But, without pity, I thrust it deep inside your narrow channel. The force of
the thrust also forced it's mate deep inside my cunt and I felt the juices
begin to flow over my denuded outer lips and down my legs. Withdrawing
slightly, I thrust again, and again. Each thrust and withdrawal produced the
same action in the dildo filling my cunt. As I fucked rapidly into your
asshole, I began to succumb to the sensations it's near end produced inside me.
With rising excitement, I pounded the dildo into you again and again. I could
see you becoming excited against all reason as the dildo continued to violate
your outraged bottom. A frenzy of passion seized me. I lost all thought and
became centered on the instrument that filled us both, thrusting and stroking
madly. Finally, with an incredible SHRIEK, I climaxed as you also spilled your
cum, wetting the bed with a pool of semen.
After a moment, I climbed off your limp body. I loosened the straps,
allowing the dildo to fall to the carpet. Then I gently removed your cuffs and
helped you crawl onto the bed and under the comforter. I slid beneath the soft
comforter to embrace you under it's warm shelter. I removed the blindfold, and
then the leather muzzle and gag, throwing them all to the floor. Only the
collar remained around your neck, a symbol of ownership.
Looking deeply into each other's eyes, we kissed. Bodies pressed
together, limp with exhaustion.
"I love you, sweet Mistress," you whispered hoarsely.
"That is as it should be," I gently answered. Our eyes met again, and
we slowly drifted to sleep.
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