1. Property and Ownership


    Date: 7/30/2017, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, BDSM, Coercion, Cruelty, Cum Swallowing, Discipline, Domination / Submission, Group Sex, Humiliation, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Slavery, Torture, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: HmmISee, Source: sexstories.com

    I'll admit I was impressed by the device Dan had put together to transport me. It was a red plastic bin. In the brief glimpse I caught of it from the outside, it looked like it had some white lettering on it. Very “Baywatch”-style official. It was not quite as long as I am tall. I am only 5'2”. And husky. Dan would force me to say I'm husky. I have a great big ass that most men like to smack. I don't have a classically pretty face. Most of the time, Dan liked to keep me in a full head harness, with a gag that had a black panel attached to it, covering my mouth. How it had gotten to be this way was a gradual thing. I had started off as Dan's girlfriend. His live-in girlfriend. He met me, and soon we were fucking like rabbits. The physical attraction was already there, waiting for us, and all we had to do was look at each other to bring it into being. He'd put his hand around my shoulder, walking on crowded sidewalks, and then slide it down into the back pocket of my jeans, squeezing my ass for the whole world to see. Soon I moved in, and there we were. After a few weeks of sharing the same space, breathing the same breaths, getting to know the sound and pattern of each others footsteps around the small house—and, of course, having tons of sex—we had committed the image and contours of each others bodies firmly to memory. At night, and in the mornings, he had convinced me to let him tie me up before he fucked me. In the past, I'd liked it when he spanked me during sex. Now I ...
    found I liked it when he spanked me while I was tied up. The sting on my ass raised goosebumps all over me. After a while, when he reached under the bed for the rope, it felt natural. I quickly found that I kind of liked all of it. The bondage thing. With the ropes, and the sex, and the spanking, it wasn't a conscience enjoyment – just a physical, body response, one I felt I couldn't help. But when he introduced me to the harness gag, and in the mornings, when Dan sometimes tied me up and fucked me despite my resistance, when he pulled orgasms from me against my will, when he came on me and left me there to “marinate” in him, which he knew I hated—with that stuff, there was a mental enjoyment, one I hadn't expected. The helplessness of it, the humiliation, the reduction of myself in the eyes of another—I felt weirdly thrilled by it. I was learning what I was, and it was dirtier than I'd imagined. I was still living there. But things had...progressed. Dan was turning more devious, I was losing control, and that was okay. Every day, I was being spanked and lightly tortured and having lots of sex with Dan. Being taught, being reduced. Day by day. Learning to satisfy his strange whims. Sinking further in front of him. Which got me off. Cleaning. Being tied in strange positions, naked or in panties, and ordered to clean. Being ordered to do this in front of Dan's friends. Being humiliated and fucked and being made to be utterly dependent. And cumming. Cumming so much. Sinking into ...
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