Bdsm humiliation

Juliette and I hadn’t seen each other in almost two months. The last time we’d even spoken to one another on the phone had been a disaster. And the last time we’d seen each other…well, let’s just say that things had not gone well. So when she called and said that she was coming over…’to get a few things and maybe talk’ I didn’t know what to think. Of course, I still loved her despite our battles and she was still one of the most sexual women that I’d ever known. But I was still fairly apprehensive.

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Ali blinked her eyes open as the sun shone onto the bed, and wondered for a moment if all that had happened the previous day was simply a dream. No, she could feel his presence pressing into her bare skin; it had all been real.

In bed, beside her Master, the morning after, she thought back to all the circumstances which had brought her to this point.

Ali had always liked to stand apart from the crowd, in fact actively rebelled. Her parents loved her but did not always understand her, for that matter neither, at times, did her friends.

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She is such a good cock sucker, he thought, sighing heavily as he relaxed further into his easy chair. The globes of her ass cheeks protruded from her very short t-shirt as she serviced his cock. Flicking her ass with the riding crop induced wonderful sensations on his cock as she moaned from the sting. She had been on her knees the majority of the day, her ass bore red marks from the crop, as she struggled to deep throat him; the harder the crop hit her ass, the more she moaned and the harder she sucked. The crop kept her motivated. He made her suck, even though he knew she was tired, her jaw muscles tired, and her lips sore. Finally he pushed her away. That would do for now. It was 2:00, and he had some things to do.

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I love my wife, with all my heart. I want to make that completely clear, from the beginning. My whole existence, it seems, is geared towards making her happy, in any way I possibly can.

It is with that end in mind, that I am entering into this. Make no mistake,.. I am getting my own thrill from the events that are occurring, now,… but it would all be for nothing, if she were not enjoying this,.. if it was not a path to her own happiness.

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Ian was at work when an SMS message from Chrissie flashed up on his phone. “We’ve got mail. Got to open it together – hurry home tonight. Love you xxx.” His face split with a smile, knowing both he and Chrissie would be spending the next few hours in feverish anticipation of what may lie in the mail message.

A few weeks ago, they’d been chatting idly about ways to spice their lovelife. They were both interested in BDSM, but somehow it didn’t work with Ian as the dominant, and it didn’t seem to work with Chrissie as the domme either. They had played a little bit over a year or so, each taking turns in the roles, and had built up a good collection of toys and lingerie, but they could never quite seem to get into the right groove. Until, that is, they’d stumbled across Mistress Patricia’s blog.

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It was one of those nights, my head filled with erotic images and my mind with the kinds of thoughts that make my body react. The dreams were jumbled up really and I can’t say it was a sequence of events but rather flashes of sexual hunger some acted upon, others desired.

I fell asleep horny and with no outlet therefore carried it to my dreams. Not usually stimulated by visuals like pictures or stories it kind of surprised me when I found myself wet and achy after reading a couple of BDSM stories. Always having been a fantasy of mine it got to me I guess.

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At first glance you couldn’t tell she lived a dark lust-filled lifestyle, she was an attractive but reserved person, moderately shy but the type of person everyone liked and respected. She worked in a professional setting by day but at night she was a different person. She loved the idea of BDSM; she longed to have a master who would use her, the idea of pain, bdsm humiliation and total submission intrigued her but she couldn’t bring herself to trust someone enough to try it. Her shyness would not let her reach out to a would-be master so she had to settle for being her own master.

She would go home at night and prepare herself just like she would for a real master, she kept no body hair, wore no clothing at home and at all times had a thick leather collar on her neck when at home. She had purchased many toys and used them on herself the best she could, her favorite was the nipple and clit clamps she wore when she was “bad” and being “punished.” Although she could keep herself moderately satisfied in this way she could not bring the true helplessness and bdsm humiliation to herself, she also would have to stop her “punishments” much sooner than a real master would have just because she could not hold out under her own will power.

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He grinned with devious intentions as he read her reply to his questions on the BDSM Dungeon. The woman who called herself “AMF” was indeed very kinky. She liked to have someone force her to do stuff that she wanted to do, but also feared. She had fantasies where someone abducted her and made her service him and his friends. The Taskmaster thought that might prove useful to fulfilling his own desires.

He knew that no one had abducted her before, because she had said as much online. He also found out that she wouldn’t care for some kinds of bdsm humiliation, such as the more dehumanizing ones involving scat and golden showers. However, she probably liked other forms of bdsm humiliation, since she had no problem with abduction, which was a form of that. She would likely not have problems with a man forcing her to undress or go naked in front of strangers.

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My husband wants to be dominated.

By me.

Well, it would be a scary prospect in itself, and it surely would break up a marriage or two. Mine is already breaking. We are hanging by a thread here. And one of our biggest problems is sex.

Lack of it.

I am a slut. Really. I am still, for all intents and purposes, a closeted sub. I had a medical fetish before I had a lover. I swooned on episodes of Rescue Squad. My very conservative parents idea of sexual education, was handing me a complete sex encyclopedia, with entries that ranged from Bathory to golden shower. I had found it years before anyway, so it did not matter. It also taught about toys, which I did not have access to, so I lost my virginity by my own hand, to a perfume bottle. Large one at that. If you think about it really, it was sort of an accident.

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I’m a BDSM Dom and in the early 90’s I had been active for several years. I had found that my niche within the BDSM community was training newbie and novice submissive women. Once they were trained I tended to lose interest fairly quickly. But I had a good reputation and some other Doms and Dommes had sent me their new subs for training. My specialty was and still is bdsm humiliation. However, I’m proud to say that I always remain on good terms with the subs I’ve trained after I’ve placed them with a suitable Dom. Several have ended up married to the Doms with whom I’ve placed them.

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