Peter's first time page 3

Having his mouth free of any impediment, Peter answers freely, "yes Mistress." Julie adds lube to the butt plug and moves in behind Peter. "Are you ready for this," she teasingly whispers into Peter's ear.  Julie's voice and warm breath radiates through Peter's ear and lovingly dances around inside his cerebral cortex. He instinctively clenches his butt cheeks together when Mistress Julie tries to spread some oil into his bum hole. (Whack!) He is rewarded by Julie slapping his ass for his efforts. "We will have none of that, slave. I will tell you when to clench and when not to," Julie scolds him.

"Now, on the other hand, slave! If you prefer I can insert this thing dry. But I doubt you will find it all that pleasant," Julie indicates as she slaps her slave's ass a few more times for good measure. "So, what is it going to be, slave. With lube or without lube?"

Peter flinches to each and every one of Mistress Julie's swats. Each new swat stinging just a little bit more than the one before it. Peter tries to relax his butt muscles and answers her, once spanking had stopped, "definitely with lube Mistress." Peter then inexplicably closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and tries to relax every one of his muscles. Which he finds out is easier said than done, when one knows his ass is about to be violated by one of Mistress Julie toys.

"That's a good boy," Julie praises when she sees him release his butt. She takes her hand and gingerly applies oil to Peter's ass.

Remarkable Peter finds the attention being given to his butt hole quiet rewarding. Having his ass played with is not what he was expecting.  Peter then suddenly yells out, "OH, oh, oh, Oh! Fuck me, Oh my fucking god, oh, oh, oh!" Until that moment Peter had never had anything enter what he had always considered an exit only part  of his body.

Julie could help but laugh at all the commotion Peter is making, all she did was stick her index finger in his rectum. "Oh my!" she exclaims, "Dear god, slave. That's nothing, I only have one finger in so far. If you thought that was fun. Just imagine what the butt plug is going to feel like," Julie teased, then just to be naughty, she started to play with his ass. She started by corkscrewing her finger around the tight confines of Peter's tight little hole. She furthered compound Peter's cerebral pleasure sensors by thrusting her finger in his rectum as deep as she could, only to pull it back out quickly, but stopping just shy of completely exiting his ass, only to thrust it all the way back in, and do another corkscrew.

"Fuck me, yes! yes! YES! No more, oh god yes, please don't stop, please don't stop," Peter gasped over and over again. How could something he was raised to believe was so wrong, Feel so darn good. The surprise of the sudden penetration initially caused him to clench up and rise up onto his toes, but once Mistress Julie started working her finger magic. He relaxed so much that if it wasn't for his restraints, he would have become a goofy face rag doll.

"Mistress, (gasp), Mistress (gasp), may I ask you a question?" Peter asks literally panting out each word. Mindful of the fact that her slave broke her rule about swearing, and he will answer for it. She did not deny him his request, "yes pet you may speak." Although Julie gave Peter permission to speak, that did not keep her from penetrating his cute tight little bum, bum.

Still gasping to speak Peter  peers over his shoulder and makes an inquiry, (gasp) "Mistress, I'm not gay, so why does your finger shoved in me feel so great?" Ironically just as Peter finished asking his question, Julie inserts a second finger. "Oooh fuck!" Peter exclaimed as he once again clenches his ass muscles snaring Julies' intruding fingers.

"My, my slave that is quite a potty mouth you have. I see I will have a lot of work training you to have some etiquette." Julie comments on her slaves' poor choice of words. "As for your question. You do not need to be gay to enjoy anal stimulation, pet. Your rectum, hon, has so many receptors in there, and if properly played with it can drive you insane." To reinforce what she was saying she increased the corkscrewing method with her fingers.

Peter let out a long moan, he was indeed enjoying the feeling of Mistress Julie's fingers deep inside of him. The screwing motion of Julie's fingers had him so aroused, he forgot that Julie had informed him earlier that slaves need permission to orgasm. As he got into the moment and was greedily trying to get more stimulation out of Julie's fingers. He started thrusting his hip back and forth hoping to push himself over the edge.

(Whack!) "What the hell do you think you're doing?" demands Mistress Julie after giving her slave a resounding slap on the ass. "I said there was nothing wrong with you liking the feeling. I didn't say anything that gives you permission to cum. But since your so eager I guess you're ready for this thing," Julie indicates holding the plug out so her pet can see it.

Peter lowered his head in shame. He was about to blurt out sorry mistress but held back because he had not been given permission to speak. Peter's sacrifice of not speaking did not go unnoticed. "He's learning fast than I thought," Julie thinks to herself. His willingness to learn, cause her to smile. Julie also thinks that Peter has the potential of becoming one of her inner circle of personal slaves. She will know better as she trains him.

"Alright let's get this butt plug in there. You're such an eager beaver, and I have so much I plan to do with you," Julie teases as she cloyingly rubs the tip of the plug up and down this butt crack. "Are you ready for this?" She asks softly as not to sound too menacing just before impaling his as with her toy. Peter nods his head affirming he was, and he also confirms his willingness with, "Yes Mistress, I am as ready as I'll ever be. Please be gentle."

Mistress Julie replies with another resounding (whack) to his ass, " I will be whatever the hell I want to be, slave," she scolds him. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but it sounded a lot like you, a slave, was trying to tell me, your superior, what to do." "No, no, no, no," Peter studders. "Are you now calling me a liar, slave?" Julie question back.

Sounding desperate as he stood there bound, naked and exposed, Peter response is, "No Mistress, I would never call you." " So, you did try to tell me what to do then?" Julie pressures him. "No, I didn't tell you what to do. Well, maybe I did, but I didn't mean it that way," he answers but not feeling confident. "Let me get this straight," Julie continues on, "you're telling me that I am wrong and that I, your Mistress, doesn't know what you, a pathetic little slave, is saying to me?"  Julie continues to needle and confuse her victim. Like a cat toying with a mouse, Julie teases Peter a little more. No one knows how much enjoyment she gets from playing these mind games with her slaves.

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Would you leave a comment or a like.

I saw this picture on Instagram and it got me to thinking. Would a picture encourage people to leave a like or a comment if it resulted in a slave being tortured due to those response. So for one of my last post for 2019 I am putting myself and the picture to the test. I want to know if being faced by a predicament would reader chose to torment a slave or not. I am not to concerned statically people very rarely comment, so I should be safe. Oh and if anyone is wondering, yes I will promote this post like any other post I have promoted.

I want to be a slave. Would you make me do any of these?

Whoa Boy part 5 page 3

“Agh!!!” Sam retorts as the pain from the hit to his nuts races through him. His instincts tell him to double over and protect is family jewels. But he is unable to due to the short length of the leash’s chain, and his hands bound behind him. Agh!!!” He moans again form the second assault on his manhood and again, and again a Julie continues to toy with them. But, even though his balls are crying out in protest from the pain. He can not pull himself away from her kiss. He turns the top of his head until it rest on top of hers. Although all his pain receptors were firing off, Sam couldn’t help but say to himself, “man she smells great.” 

Sam is both enjoying and hating Jenifer’s playfulness. But he couldn’t stop thinking about what Jenifer had just said. Did Mistress Lynne sign a form granting permission to use him? He’s flattered by the attention, but surprised that Mistress would let others tease him like some kind of sex slave. Just this place is a lot for him to take in. “Mistress Lynne had talked to him about trying pony play. But he never thought about training in a place like this.Hell just the fact that a place like this even existing is astonishing to him.

 “Hmmm!” Jenifer hums as she gently kiss her way around his neck to the top of Sam’s chest. She stops at that soft spot where the next meets the throat. Here she teases with a variation of kisses, licks, sucking and nibbling. Jenifer can sense Sam is liking it, so with her tongue, she slowly traces her way down his chest bone until she reaches the area between his two nipples. She lingers here teasingly flicking her tongue around. Even with Jenifer still snipping at his balls, Sam can’t help but get turned on. He curses his dam cage as his cock began to swell. Oh he wants her. If he could he would lay Jenifer out here on the floor and pounded her brains out, if only he wasn’t locked in this damn cage and tie up like a prized bull.

Sensing Sam arousal, Jenifer switches tactics. She stop causing pain in his balls with the barrage of flicking, and switches to kneading his scrotum in a milking fashion. Both motions has the same result on Sam. His nuts are sore, abused and full and the milking action is causing the same pain sensors to ache. Jenifer also has a plan of her own. She moves her tongue teasingly from the center of Sam’s chest to the right until she has herself sucking at his nipple. “Oh, yes!” Sam moans, “that feels great.” (Whack!)

“Aww! What the hell was that…” Sam yells in protest just as (Whack!) a second resounding slap connects with his balls. Not learning his lesson, Sam protest again, “fuck me!” Which of course is rewarded with third stern hit to his scrotum. “If I were you, I would be careful with that potty mouth of yours, I might just be forced to wash it out with soap,” Jenifer warns him before returning to tongue teasing his nipples.

With his balls still throbbing from their punishment, and the feeling of delight brought on by the nipple play. Sam moans as he says, “yes, Mistress, I’m sorry, Mistress.” “STOP!” Jenifer expresses in a disapproving tone. “I will have none of that. I’m allowed to play with you, even torture you. But, in no way am I your Mistress,” Jenifer warnes. “You will get us both in a shit load of trouble talking like that. If someone  had heard you, we both…”

“Too late my dear,” Mistress Lynn says, stepping menacingly through the doorway. "I leave you alone for a few hours," she says as she saunters across the room, "only to come back and find you calling someone else, Mistress," she scolds him. "Well what do you have to say for yourself?" Mistress Lynn demands, as she grabs a fist full of hair and twists his head to face her.

Sam swallows hard to force back a curse brought on by the pain of having his hair pulled. For a moment he looks Mistress Lynn square in the eye almost definitely, before casting them downward. He begins to apologize, "I'm so sorry Mistress…!"

"Ah! Be quiet you pathetic thing," Mistress Lynn orders, tossing his head aside like a piece of garbage, before turning her attention to Jenifier. "And you, " Mistress Lynn declares, "A slave being called a Mistress," she sneers as she grabs Jenifer by the chin and leers directly into her face. 

For a brief moment, both women make eye contact, but Jenifer is quick to avert her eyes down and to the right to portray her submissiveness. Mistress Lynn continues to assert her dominance by stating, "your lucky slave. You're part of my package deal, but you don't fall under me officially until tomorrow. I'll just have to tell Head Mistress Penelope about his little interaction. She will decide what action if any, that might fall upon you."   The next page (Press Here) The Beginning [Press Here]

A.S.S Vol 2

Another Space Saga

This is my second installment of caption based upon on of our favorite space adventures. In this one I am trying to keep a BDSM theme. Please note that each picture is an individual story. I am not trying to form any sort of plot here. This is just for pure humor. But in 2020 I might just come up with a BDSM inspired space adventure.

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More than just a sentence.

Once again another story stemming from a picture is underway. I t is how a picture can tell me a story, and I become the vessel that puts it into print. This time our heroin finds herself in a backwood town, where the letter of the law isn't that clear, and justice is just blind. It's down right insane. The heroin finds herself having to decide between an outrageous fine, or chosing another form of crime and punishment.

A few Christmas poems

(Mistress’s new stick)

Once I grabbed a large stick,

and brought it down against a slave's dick.

For allowing it to get hard, he’s such a dummy. 

His erect member use to be as hard as a yuletide log.

But now it's just soft and lumpy.

( A red and white cane)

To be a Mistress with a red & white wooden Christmas cane

To be a Mistress with a red & white wooden Christmas cane

Ten whacks for each slave girl and boy

Coming from Mistress’s new holiday toy

To be a Mistress with a red & white wooden Christmas cane

(Reminders of the Yuletide Holiday)

A slave waiting for me at the door,

Wearing  only bells, with knees spread on the floor.

Holding in their hands, a new candy cane looking toy,

For impacting a slave's behind, giving me great joy.

Then there's the naughty slave,

being forced to stand naked in the snow

While I sit by the fire,

As other slaves contend to my every desire

But my most cherished thing,

Is driving a slave crazy, edging his ding-a-ling.

With orgasm denied, he'll have to trim the tree,

Or face the wrath of me crushing his balls with my knee

Finally comes the great feast

As I thrust that boy up, like the Grinch's roast beast.

Then while he's tied up like a hog,

I'll get my present as he licks me into a frenzy, like a good dog.

(Christmas shopping)

It was during a mean winter storm, the worse one I recall,

That my Mistress drug me nearly naked through the shopping mall.

Whether it be a shop or a boutique, I saw the inside of them all

She bought presents and paper, ribbons and bows, even some shiny new balls.

For herself this Christmas, she got a new purse, a watch, and even a top.

Then came new perfume, shoes and dress, before taking me to a new shop.

This one is special, hidden and secluded within the mall.

I had to carry all the parcels and follow Mistress through a back hall

Then there in a corner away from the rest of the mall.

Stood a single closed door, and a small sign stating BDSM for all.

Let me tell you this place has everything a kinkster could desire.

Walls of whips and chains, blindfold and gags. Even stuff that requires fire.

Then mistress said, "Ok, now for you. Let's start off with panties and a bra."

I was then told to put down everything and remove what little I had on

As I stood there naked, a lady measured me for my panties and bra.

I had no choice, I had to do it. All my modesty was gone.

Upon the sales lady return, I put the pretty things on to see if they fit.

And to no one's surprise, they were a hit.

There I was, dressed in lace panties, a garter and a bra.

And after taking the once over, Mistress whistled and said, "ooh-la-la"

Approving of the look,  Mistress had me remove the panties for a second.

"Oh, well, this won't do" she said, pointing at me and my growing erection.

After a few quick slaps and several hard whacks.

She got the darn thing down, just as the clerk arrived with something in a brown paper sack.

What came out of that bag would prevent me from blowing my horn,

and definitely prevent an erection on Christmas morn.

From out of the bag came a shiny new cage.

It's the one that has become this year's rage

It came with a lock and a key, and a ring that encircled my balls

But what frightened me the most are all the spikes lining its inner walls

I was about to object, but Mistress had already inserted my dick

Then faster than an elf, she snapped the lock close with a loud click.

Happy with her work, Mistress then said, "OK slave, fix up your clothes."

As I pulled the panties up over my locked cock, I was told to strike a pose.

Confused by the request, I stood up straight and puffed out my chest."

Mistress just laughs before saying, "oh slave, that can't be your best,"

She followed with, "Oh honey please don't frown,

you're still the best half naked slave in this gosh darn town.

Now be a good little Santa's elf,

and help the sales lady fetch the remaining items from the shelf."

Faster than Santa himself, we scurried throughout that store,

filling sacks with cuffs and rope, but Mistress bellows, "I want more!"

My body shivered when I picked up the blindfold and  gag,

"all this stuff will soon be on me," I thought as I placed them gently in a bag.

Mistress checks her watch then yells," hurry up, we must be on our way.

A kinky Christmas party doesn't happen every day."

So to my torture and demise, we got vibrating toys, a whip and some chain.

A collar and leash with a set of nipple clamps to cause me more pain.

"Ah nearly done," Mistress proclaimed.

"Only a few more items remain, before you and I, slave can leave this domain.

I'll need a blonde wig for his head, and some lipstick and makeup for his face.

He'll need some high heel shoes and thigh high stockings made of lace.

Oh, yes. Hell need a jacket to cover his ass from the cold.

Nothing to long though. I want something short and very bold."

To fetch the items in time, the sales lady left in hast.

But she returned with everything at a blistering paste.

She dropped everything on the table in a pile,

Mistress checked over the items, which produced a bright smile.

As Mistress pays the bill she says to the lady, "thank you, I'm very impressed."

Then looking at me, she orders, "and you, hurry up and get dressed!"

Now to finish the tale, I'm a boy dressed as a half naked girl,

at a Christmas party in bondage, and I feel as though I'm about to hurl.

Oh, yes, nipple clamps are a real pain, and there's makeup all over my face.

And the whip still scares me, but on the bright side, I really love the feel of lace.

Ok!  To everyone that follows me, as another year draws to a close,

I wish I could send you all a rose. But since that's not possible.

I would like to extend to you all, A great big Thank You,

Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year. For another fun story for the holidays follow the link https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2019/12/a-show-of-true-love-for-holidays.html?zx=73cc7c99e829e875