Tag: Punishment

A Spanking For You

by on Oct.08, 2009, under BDSM

“Ah, that must be her,” he said to himself. He’d been waiting for her to come over for about an hour. He was annoyed that she was late, but figured he would get even with her later.

“Come in!” he yelled, and she opened the door slowly and peeked in. She looked great. She was wearing a pair of jeans, a sweat-shirt and a nice blouse. He knew because he had seen it before. But even dressed casually she looked really good, and what was underneath made his mouth water.

She walked into the living room slowly, nervous because she had made him sit around waiting for her, but trying to explain.

“I had a class that went overtime and then I was dragged off to do some work with my project partners,” she stammered, “and it took me forever to get away…”

He looked at her and melted, she was so sweet looking. But then he remembered, she had to be punished for being late. But not too much. Just a little torture to spice up the evening for the two of them.

“Strip!” he commanded, “but first come over here and give me a kiss.” (continue reading…)

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A Secure Master

by on Apr.23, 2009, under BDSM

I think of myself as a firm yet loving, Master. One who will punish his sub when the need arises yet will reward her with my touch.. with my caring.. when she pleases me as she should. Unlike some Doms, I do not needlessly punish my sub or subs, only if the situation calls for it and generally it will at one point or another. When that happens I have many tools at my disposal for said punishment: paddles, a cat o’ nine tails, a leather strap, clothes pins for the nipples etc. All bring out pleasure carefully mixed with a touch of pain which enhances the former sensation. 

I am a Dom who is larger than life for my subs draw upon that.. feed upon my energy and in turn that strengthens me. “Lord Raven” is ‘6 6″ tall, 280 pounds of muscle with jet black hair which stops at the small of my back above my ass. I have vibrant, green eyes which shine like a cats and a black goatee. It can make me appear more menacing or like a gentler man, depending  upon the expression I wear upon my face at the time. (continue reading…)

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Present Yourself Naked

by on Mar.21, 2009, under BDSM

SPANK! SPANK! The words appeared on the instant message that I sent her,and I could tell from the response that she wanted more. So we had agreed to meet when I was expected to be in her hometown, and I told her not to be late, and to present herself to me naked.

I waited patiently for her arrival at the Four Seasons Hotel, but she was late. I remembered what we had chatted about on the Internet, and looked at the adult toys I had brought with me on the trip.
The knock on the door was so faint I almost missed it but as I opened the door I was greeted by the prettiest brunette, with the deepest dimples.

I had dressed appropriately in a leather mini skirt, with thigh high boots. I looked at her and said “If you do not present yourself to me naked I will not acknowledge you”, and with that I closed the door, to the sounds of her protests that it was so public.

Moments later came a soft knock on the door and when I opened it I was greeted with her kneeling naked, her clothes piled neatly on the floor, and I ushered her in my so soundproof room. (continue reading…)

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Be My Mistress

by on Mar.15, 2009, under BDSM

“You want to do what?” Cassie asked sitting bolt upright in bed.

My wife and I had just had a marvelous session of sex. We were nestled in each other’s arms enjoying what the sexologists refer to a “postcoital-languor”. That’s highfalutin for “feeling fuckin’ good afterwards!”. And believe me I was feeling good. Cassie is a wonderful bedmate. Just looking at her makes my cock hard, and I know from watching other guys around her that they are jealous as hell of me. She has the tits and ass that make men immediately spring to attention.

She has a great body and she knows how to use it. She really enjoys sex. She loves to suck my cock and she wiggles and moans when I return the favor by lapping her clit. My cock always finds her tight cunt-sopping wet as she writhes and thrashes to violent orgasms. She is nearly perfect. (continue reading…)

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by on Mar.13, 2009, under BDSM

They stood in the front hallway, arguing. An argument was nothing new to them but this time Brook was truly puzzled. She knew Frank was in the wrong.

“You disrespected me in front of everyone. Do you want people laughing at me?” He was as close to shouting as he ever got. Brook, to whom screaming was just one of her many forms of expression, bristled.

“It was a fucking woman,” she yelled. “You’d think it was your own best friend, the way you carry on. Besides, you were looking at her too.”

“The fuck I was,” he said dangerously. “I forbid you to do anything like that ever again.” (continue reading…)

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Please I Can’t Wait Anymore

by on Feb.21, 2009, under BDSM

Alexandra felt helpless as he bound her hands and looped the rope over the hook in the wall, then tied her feet, one to each of the eyes mounted to the floor. Her legs were spread almost to the point of pain, with her most private places totally vulnerable to his every whim.

Slowly and insidiously he worked his hands up the soft flesh of her lower body, she felt her nipples expand betraying her arousal at this lewd invasion.

Alexandra trembled as she felt the rough texture of his hands tugging at her panties, finally ripping them off her naked ass. He adjusted her skirt so that it was gathered around her waist and Alexandra felt the cool air brush her most private parts. (continue reading…)

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Do You Deserve To Be Punished

by on Feb.17, 2009, under BDSM

What makes a straight guy want kinky, submissive sex? What makes him long for being turned into a sissy, being forced to have sex with men? I had asked myself this question so often, never being able to figure out the answer. But the feelings came back again and again.

Here I was, a man with a 6 year relationship with a woman who doesn’t suspect a thing, and definitely would not approve it. I no longer could keep my deeper feelings to myself, so I decided to date a bdsm-couple through the Internet.

To my surprise, it wasn’t all fakers replying: my advertisement was answered by a Zoey and Derek, an experienced couple who wanted a slave just as much as I needed someone to submit me. (continue reading…)

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by on Feb.09, 2009, under BDSM

Her Master’s early arrival caught her completely off guard. Not only was she wearing clothes, but also her Master’s home was a mess, and she was lying on the couch smoking a cigarette and reading a book. The empty pint of ice cream, full ashtray, empty DP cans, and discarded burger wrappers spoke volumes about what she did not do during his weeklong absence.

He was to be gone for two weeks but there he stood, in the flesh, and looking coldly at her. If this was the first time, which it wasn’t, and maybe he had not left written instructions that she had sworn upon her virginal ass, she would abide by, she could hope to get out of this one easy. But she knew better judging by his lack of expression.  (continue reading…)

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