A new game for 2020

Will you add your name.

by slaveallan68

I saw this picture on another site and put it in my albums on several accounts and I ended up with sixty two days

But I think that I came up with a game to go with it. Let's start by you stating that your playing, a username is fine, followed by saying you like the game. That assure yourself at least two days.

Now the play/work begins. You now have to check back regularly to count how many people above you said they like the game. For each like that you count, you're going to add 1 day to your time. Count back to a maximum of twenty likes.

If a comment of at least five words is left for you. I will inform you of it. Then you have to add 5 more days too your locked up.

If by chance you like like the game so much that you want to reblog the picture, or promote the game to one of your other social media sites. Tell me you did and I will let everyone above you know, and they will all have to add 2 days to their totals.

As for your weekly update (a few words telling me about your week), write them in the email option off to the right of this page and send it to me. Indicate if you want me to post your update here or not. But if you tell me to post your update, I'll reward you by telling all the slaves above you about your update. I will also tell them that by you posting an update, they all have to add two days to their tally. 

But to be fair, if anyone reads your update and states they like it. I'll inform you about the like, and you will add 1 day to your sentence.

You do this for seven days, at which time you will post here how many days you earned. That is when you start serving your time. 

But you haven’t stopped playing though. Remember every like to your updates increases your time in locked up by 1 day, plus every time your update is posted, 2 days are add  to every slave that is above you.

It the game that keeps on giving and you never really know when you will earn your freedom and your orgasm again.

Oh one more thing and this is for all the people who identify as a dominant. Anytime you comment you like this game, it adds 7 days to all the slaves above your comment, and if you assign a slave to this game, please tell that me because that adds 10 days to every slave’s count that is above your announcement. Don't worry I'll inform them of the increase.

Now what if you fail and have an orgasm before completing your sentence. Well that's easy. You're a slave, right? Well you get a punishment.

As your punishment I will contact three random Dom/mes and tell them about your failure. I will then ask them to choose a number between 1 and 20. Whatever number they choose is the number of days that I'll inform you to add to your total number of days in denial.

Please one more thing. I do not want anyone to spend any money on this. So if you don't own a chastity belt or cage, you don't have to buy one. Just be honest with yourself and abstain from having an orgasm.

For your own privacy please feel free to use a username.
I also just found out to leave a comment you need a Gmail account. If you don't have Gmail there is a spot on the right side of this page to send me a private message. I can just copy and paste your comments to here if you want me too.

Good luck everyone.

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Happy New Year

January 01, 2020
Why it only feels like yesterday and we were all scurrying around worrying about the Y2K bug. Sit there watching Time Square on TV wondering if the power will go out as the clock struck midnight on the dawn of a new millennium, a new century, a new decade, a new year and a new day all at the same time January 01, 2000.

Since then we have seen a lot. It's hard to believe that were one year away from the twentieth anniversary of that terrible day in September were the world stopped and watched New York City, and it wasn't to watch some celebration on TV. That day change the world for everyone of use. Even today someone will ask, "where were you when...," and out of respect I'll not finish that sentence.

A lot has happened since the millennium started. The rise of the internet being one of the biggest. Back in the 1990's as the internet was becoming mainstream and average people started to hear words like, dial-up, what speed is your modems, and everyone wanted their modem to be 56K. Most of use dedicate a corner of our homes to setup our new pride and joy, the home computer. We unpacked our boxes and cursed as we tried to setup our monitors, printers, page scanners, and speakers. The struggle we had trying to match up all the different ends of cords to the back of the computer. The floppy disc gave way to the CD ROM. Then came the USB stick and so on, and so on.

New giants replaced the armies of the world. We saw the rise of Apple, Microsoft, Facebook ,and Google to name a few. These companies became huge power houses, dictating policies that runs the world now, much the same as super power countries use to hold power by the amount of bombs they had. Companies like these introduce global mobility first with the laptop, then came the iPods and tablets.

Today I would say the majority of us have a smartphone. Running here and there everyday with the internet in the palm of our hands. Plus with the use of the cloud our phones have become more powerful than that huge computer sitting on your desk at home. All together now let's say it together, "tricorder." Don't know what that is just ask your Trekkie friend to explain it to you, or better yet, Google it.

Now that you looked it up, would you not agree that our phones are becoming those things. A hand held device that does virtual everything for you. Just think back in the 90's if a kid wanted a light on they would tell, "Mom! Turn the light on." and after a selection of words from Mom the kid would grudgingly get up and flick on the switch.

Fast forward twenty five years and now that kid has their own children, but unlike them the kids today don't call for someone to turn on the light, and God forbid if the actual had to physically move to turn on the light. No! The would use their phone, slide their finger across the screen on some app. And abracadabra, Bob's your uncle the light comes on. Or even better yet let's not stop Facebooking, Snap chatting or Tweeting. All the kid has to do is bark out an order, "Alexia, turn on the light," and instantly the light comes on.

Remember the superpower companies I mentioned above, they invent all these smart items. The smartphone, smart TV, the smart fridge, the smart home. All things that mostly came to be in the last nineteen years. Item that have change life yet again, like those other ones I already mentioned.

So here we are again on the first day, of a new year, of a new decade. I started to use a word from a century ago, along with my twist to discribe the next ten years, "The Roaring Twin Twenties."  So with that said what new wonders lay ahead for humanity.

During the last decade I am happy a particular book brought the notion of BDSM more to the forefront. Although the three titles of that book series left me disappointed, I did finally enter the BDSM scene. It may still only be online for now. But I openly talk about it. I write BDSM stories, and it is openly know that I wish to submit to a Mistress someday in real life. But until then I'll just have to look forward to the next decade, and wait to see what app. controlled kinky toy, the techno wizards come up with next

So Happy New Year and may the Roaring Twin Twenties be good to you and your families.

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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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