Category: BDSM

In a Magic Bottle Part Three

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Part One, Part Two 

My hips drove back away from the lash of the flogger, and he clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Where do you think you’re going?” His big arm slipped behind me and pressed his forearm against the top of my ass to drive my hips forward. My feet almost came off the ground until just my tiptoes braced me in the cooling earth. His warm breath tickled along my throat, and he spoke something to the trees. His magic, as it had before, obeyed him, and the brace of the tree holding me in place extended to take the place of his arm and prop my pussy up for him. He then bit into my neck, and I screamed out.

A flock of nearby birds fled with the sound. Their wings flapping hard to escape the danger, I could not flee. “Mine.” He purred then licked the mark his teeth had left in my soft skin.

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You'll Never Fuck a Woman Again

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

I knew what would happen as soon as you pulled down your pants. That embarrassingly small clit peeks out at me, and I burst into laughter. It was obvious you needed to become pussy-free. I mean, why would you want to continue being such a fucking disappointment to every woman you try to sleep with?

Don’t worry, though. Just because you’ll never fuck a woman again, it doesn’t mean you won’t be having lots of sex. Lots of sex where you ARE the woman!

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Permission

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

“What if I don’t want to?” The moment those words left his lips, they shattered the careful dynamic of our session. My gaze became icy and fixed, watching the way he instinctively shrank as his eyes widened in fear. He knew better than to speak without my permission, yet his tongue had proven unruly.

I circled him, savoring the onset of a hunt, with my hands clasped firmly behind my back as I surveyed the pathetic tension radiating from his naked body. When I finally stopped directly in front of him, I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t need to. I simply tilted my head, looking down at his bowed crown with a mixture of disappointment and calculated authority. “Do you truly think your opinion is something I require, especially when it is offered so carelessly?” I asked, calmly.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Part Two 

“Let’s see just how loud you can get.” He winked and squeezed my throat tighter before shoving my pants to my knees. Most of the heat had leached from the engine after the drive up, but I could feel some of the warmth tingling against my ass and thighs. “Can you be still for Daddy?” I shook my head no with a mocking smirk, and he responded by pressing his thumb tighter along my windpipe. “Try again.” I nodded as I wheezed for my next breath. “Better.” He kissed my forehead and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

The idea of running bounced around in my brain. I could pull up my pants and take off into the cold. Making him track me down and wrestle me to the ground before having his fun, but it was too dark, and I didn’t know where the edge of the mesa was. Instead, I inhaled deeply and listened to him rustling around in the toolbox in the bed of the truck.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

You know I’m a switch, and although it’s fun to punish the boys, sometimes this pussy needs some punishment too. I was on the ground, taking it on all fours like a good slut by my Master James. He had my legs and arms tied up as he was brutally fucking me in both holes from behind. I love the abuse. He fucked me with his thick nine-inch cock and my ass and used an even bigger dildo for my roughed-up pussy.

Master didn’t say anything to me during our whole playtime except, “Your knees look pretty all bruised up like that. Maybe I should make your neck match, purple and blue look cute on you.” He continued to play with be, staying behind me, but this time he started pulling my hair, harder and harder. The harder he pulled my hair, the more he was able to reach my throat so he could squeeze it.

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Trampled Fuck Boy

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Boys are basically doormats. Really, they are. Nothing but flesh bags begging to be trampled. Travis knows his place and always lies down on his back so I can break in my new stilettos. The sharp points crave puncturing his skin, and I shiver when he hollers from under my weight.

Last night, he was wearing jeans and no shirt. I guess he thought the denim would protect him from my Louboutins. I stood near his hip and gave a swift kick to his hip. He wheezed a “Thank you, Goddess, please step on me,” and I lifted my left foot to his thigh. I stepped up and pressed all my weight into the ball of my foot. Giving him a small taste of what was to come.

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Stuck In The Elevator

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

After a ten-hour workday, I was only a few floors from my bed. I rushed through the lobby of my building, “Hold the door!” I couldn’t miss the elevator. Everything had gone wrong, and if I didn’t melt into my bed in the next ten minutes, surely I would implode. It looked as if an implosion was imminent as the heavy metal doors continued to close. “Hold it!” I yelled again, pushing my high heels across the glossy marble. Just before the doors could close, a large hand gripped the door, and they backed up to let me in.

I almost fell into the box, panting embarrassingly with all of the day’s emotions becoming too difficult to contain any longer. “Th-thank you.” My hip leaned into the back corner, and I looked across the way to see who saved me. Of course, it was none other than my hunky ass neighbor, Chaz.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I flip the page. The paper makes a crisp sound against the silence. “Section 1: Manual Stimulation Protocol,” I recite, reading aloud as if plainly listing the maintenance steps for a failing engine. “Begin the rhythmic application of pressure in accordance with the provided metronome beat. Speed is currently set to sixty beats per minute. Any deviation in tempo will be noted as a failure in mechanical compliance.”

On my monitor, I watch him. He is trembling. Most men think this is about desire. They are wrong. It is about total hydraulic submission. It is about treating his body as an extension of my own apparatus. “Maintain grip,” I command. My tone is flat and clinical. “Apply lubricant to the friction points to ensure smooth operation of the interface. You are not permitted to deviate from the prescribed movement. If the system experiences an overload, you are to suppress the response. Stalling the mechanism is strictly prohibited.”

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Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

I loved being in charge. Being the boss gave me a sense of power like nothing before. I was the person who called all the shots. I told everyone what to do. Either they did as I said or they find another place to work. Normally, that is the way things worked at most companies. Typically, this is the way my office operated as well. That is, until this day. Today was different. I found myself working a little later than usual. I could tell most of the cubicles were empty, and 95 percent of my staff had gone for the day, except for my assistant. He usually came to offer his services one last time before heading out for the day. Today was not the same. Continue reading “Power Shift” →

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Part One

Larry couldn’t help himself. So used to being in control that being tied down under me and not having his way was making him crazy. I could almost see the smoke of frustration wisping out of his ears. He felt so good, so hard against my pussy. I had to lift my hips before he convinced me to sit on his shaft. Instead, I slinked back down to sit on his thighs, and my right hand wrapped around his pussy coated cock. “Look at what a mess I’ve made.” I cooed more to his cock than to him as I began stroking his thick erection.

It pleased me to see his chest rise and fall as he tried to control his breathing. How cute it was to watch him fight so as not to beg me. My thumb smeared around the plump crown of his head to gather the heavy bead of precum, and when it drooled onto the pad of my finger, I lifted it to my lips—slowly, opening my mouth while looking into his dark, honey colored eyes. My tongue lapped at the bit of his juice before sucking my thumb into my mouth.

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