He wakes with a start, his breath ragged. The barn is damp and very cold. A dirty rag stuffed in his mouth is the first thing he notices, followed by the hood, tied tightly enough that the gagging rag can’t be tongued out of his mouth.
Now he begins to explore his situation. He’s laying on his back, something painfully digging into his back, just under his rib cage. As he shifts his weight, he realizes it’s his own hands, bound with leather cuffs and something that he assumes is a padlock. The man comes to the frightening realization that he has apparently been laying on his hands for some time based on the ache in his back and the deadness of everything from a shoulder to fingertips.
“Mmph!” He grunts – yells into the gag and hood as he twists more in blindness, knocking a shelf from which paint can fall, landing on his shin bone, a thin thread of blood appears where it landed. His breathing intensifies, his feelings of helplessness growing. He screams more, extra urgency on his muffled voice.
After 20 minutes of useless screaming into the gag, the man slowly gets himself under control, trying to make sense of his predicament. He’s cold, shivering, his thighs quivering. His shin has begun to swell, and still oozes blood. He manages to back himself up to a wall next to the shelf where the offending paint can assault him from, coming to a sitting position, his hands still behind his back.
I slowly stand from the seat I’d taken about 2 hours earlier before he’d come to. Immediately he hears me, starting his gag-chatter all over again. I walk over to him, my boots stepping solidly over the wooden floor. His head turns, seeking me out. I see visible relief come over him as he thinks he’s saved.
Fuck, he’s so wrong.
Without a word I kick him over, his forehead hitting the upright of the wooden shelf. He screams again, in agony. His legs backpedal out of self-preserving panic. I reach up and grab a chain off the shelf as I step past it and toward him, then kick him over until he’s on his belly. I hook the chain to the padlock and speak to him.
He is confused but does try to stand. When he fails twice in a row, I help him by pulling him up with the cuffs. He grunts into the gag again, this time as his shoulders are roughly pulled. I back him to the wall and attach the chain to a metal ring on the wall. There’s no slack between the wall and his cuffed hands.
He’s tottering a bit, still unsteady. I pull out my knife and cut the leather strap that kept the hood on, then slides it down off his head.
He’s a slender man, about 40. His brilliant green eyes blink and water in adjusting to the light. He is so shocked under the bright lights that he doesn’t even realize he could simply spit out the bitter old rag in his mouth.
I kick his legs apart, my steel toe boots connecting with his ankle bones with a sickening knocking noise. This nearly brings him to his knees, but my knee comes up to meet his diaphragm, making him exhale with such force the gag falls out, tumbling off my knee. He’s out of breath and must have bit his tongue, blood spilling over his lip to meet the blood from his forehead where the shelf had cracked him a good one.
“What the fuck?!” He screams in my face, blood splattering through the air at me. He strains forward as if to lunge forward at me, and from the shelf, I casually grip a leather strap 4 inches wide and doubled over lengthwise, and swing it across his face. Again blood sprays from his mouth.
Before he can recover I have attached his ankle cuffs to the wall, and he’s secured to the wall, his legs spread to an almost uncomfortable position. I stand up in front of him again. His mouth comes back to life, and he’s screaming obscenities at me, spitting fire with each word.
I laugh in his face and reach down between his legs, my hand cupping his testicles. He’s unshaved and uncut. His balls are warm, tender, soft, and fuzzy. I tickle him with my nails, all the while he’s screaming in my ear, even trying to head butt and bite me.
With a squeeze, I look him in the eye, “Shut the hell up, or these will be the first I take.” He momentarily quiets, as if he doesn’t understand, then begins screaming again.
With a sigh, I again pull out my knife. I open the hunting knife and with my left hand grip his penis. One quick hack and it lands on the wooden floor amongst the loose straw with a plopping-clunk sound, bleeding dark into the straw. His screams start anew, and I feel his warm blood spurting onto my jeans from the inch-long stump that used to be the focus of his manhood. Maybe he needs time to reconsider the “quiet” command.
I wipe the bloody blade clean on his chest, then put a ring gag in his mouth, him fighting me each step of the way. Eventually, it’s in his mouth, and he quits saying words at least, but still isn’t quiet. With a pair of locking clamps, I reach into his mouth and grip his tongue, pulling it out as far as I can, then look him in the eye. “Perhaps this is next?” I ask him while opening the hunting knife. His entire tone changes as soon as I release his tongue back into his mouth.
I reach down and start to examine his body again. The bloody stump is still pouring blood.
Figging is one of those little niceties, although probably one of the lesser-known of BDSM erotic techniques. It is either something you love or you hate but whichever it is, there is potential in any new experience, so until you have tried it, don’t knock it.
“Figging” or the erotic use of ginger root, can be the most interesting and enjoyable pastime once the initial preparations have been completed. The method is little known, little used outside of the BDSM lifestyle and even then, having been superseded by commercial and chemical products the basic technique could be easily lost in time and lack of use which would be a pity as there are many advantages to the use of naturally produced substances.
Not much is known about the history of figging or how it became popular, other than stories handed down of it being used during caning, in Victorian times, when it would be inserted into the anus of the “victim” to prevent the butt-clenching. The reason for the insertion in itself is unknown as many if they were to consider it would find the vision of a tight arse most enjoyable. Now, however, mention figging or the more widely used expression of “Ginger” within a lifestyle setting and the “Ooohs” and “ahhhas” will reverberate around the room.
The technique is one that does, however, take some forward planning (in the initial purchasing and preparation) but even that as a precursor and anticipation factor can add enjoyment to the proceedings. Sending one’s sub out to the supermarket or the greengrocers to buy the ingredients for the evening’s play can be most erotic, then to have them prepare those ingredients for both the Master’s and sub’s pleasure adds spice (no pun intended) to an evening of pleasure. Of course, it does help if both those involved are into anal play as like every aspect of the lifestyle, mutual consent is paramount if both are to enjoy the experience. If the sub, for example, finds this kind of play, a hard limit then the Dominant must respect that and once again, figging should be put away until such times as the limit is removed or both parties are happy to look at it again.
Preparing the ginger root
So let us then look at the preparation needed and how best to use this naturally produced toy, sold as a “hand” because that’s what it looks like, with its protruding nodes resembling fingers. Many larger supermarket chains now sell gingers, pre-cut and packaged for ease of use in the kitchen or at the very worst, its sold ground or powdered, which is not a lot of use to those who have different ideas for its use, therefore it is recommended that as there is little benefit in ginger sold in this form, you stay away from it and make the attempt to buy a fully uncut version, thus enabling, in preparation, a nice sized plug of ginger.
Once purchased, keep the ginger in a cool dry place until you are ready; let the anticipation build, watch the sub squirm every time they catch a glimpse of the hand. Seriously though, it is best used fresh unless you have time to allow it to age properly for a day or two. If you can’t wait that long, then let the fun begin.
Some Dominants prefer to prepare the ginger themselves, while the sub looks on, waiting, maybe knowing what is coming next, maybe not. Others may prefer the sub to prepare the plug to the Masters’ requirements while watching to ensure it is completed with precision and care: either way, the technique for preparation is as follows.
Cut a finger from the hand. Unless the chosen finger is long enough don’t cut it at the joint with the hand but rather extend the cut into the hand itself giving you a longer uniform shape. It should be no less than 4 inches in length but the longer the better. Remove the outer brown skin making sure that it’s all removed. Make sure that the plug is smooth, with no bumps or protrusions. Be careful not to remove too much of the flesh or narrow the finger in its main body. Take your time sculpting the finger; it will be well worth the effort if it fits snugly into the sub.
Ginger is fibrous and may take time to prepare, it also has a distinct aroma, which in itself can be an anticipation factor, so don’t rush, enjoy the preparation as part of the play.
Once satisfied with the sculpture, one last but most important cut is needed before the sub can enjoy the results of all that hard work. You now have to perform the tricky bit. About two-thirds of the ways down the sculpture, carefully carve a concavity. This will act as a retention device. Similar to a butt plug where the sphincter locks around the tapered portion of the plug, the concavity will do the same thing. Make the ring no more than a half-inch wide. Remember; do not taper the finger all the way down to the end. You want full circumference of the finger two-thirds of the way down, a half-inch retention ring and then full circumference continuing down to the end of the finger. Do not carve out too much however, as this will weaken the finger and increase the possibility of breaking while in the sub. You don’t need a very deep ring for retention.
Setting the submissive
Now having spent this time in preparation and anticipation, it is best if the sub is laid, face down, bound or not, with a pillow underneath to lift the buttocks into a position which makes it easy to insert the plug into the anus. Unlike a butt plug or your own finger you do not need lube when using a ginger plug; in fact use of these will diminish the effects of the ginger. Instead, use cool water to keep the root moist as you insert it slowly into the anus. Take your time and be gentle, the finger will slide in with care. Continue to push it in until the subs anus closes around it and wait; the Doms’ task is finished, now comes the interesting part to watch or enjoy depending which end you are at.
For the Dominant, the knowledge that he is in control, he can remove the plug and insist that if the sub wishes to continue the experience they beg for more, he can just sit back and take pleasure in the effects his sub is experiencing, he could also add to the session by using other methods of pleasure or pain to stimulate his sub while they attempt to go with the effects that are building up slowly.
For the sub, the sensations are aided by the mental side of figging, all the aspects put together, the anticipation, the plugging, the obvious effects the ginger itself may be having, even the humiliation side of being exposed, bound etc are all part of the play session.
Put it in
One of the attributes of ginger is that of the “build-up” effect. It starts as gentle warming, then as the ginger juice seeps into the subs flesh the sensation of burning builds to a crescendo. Depending upon how resilient your sub is, or how potent the ginger is, the reaction will be different from sub to sub, as they feel the sensation deep inside them. Of course, there is also the mental aspect of being plugged, at the Master’s mercy, tied, bound, exposed as they lay there while their Dom looks on at the spectacle of a writhing sub as the effects build.
Expect different reactions with each individual sub; the effects are quite noticeable and are a pleasant forerunner to further play. To increase the burning effect ordering the sub to clench the butt muscles gives a dramatic increase in the already obvious pleasure-pain that the sub is enjoying. These effects will last some 20 minutes and as the potency wears off, the sensation decreases dramatically, as it will if the plug is removed from the sub if it is found that the experience is not being enjoyed.
As with any natural product, no matter how much of an effect you wish to generate in any given session, there is no risk of any harmful or lasting damage to your sub in the use of ginger and as stated, what effects are generated are short-lived. Simply remove the plug once the potency declines and continue with other teases or toys to enhance your session.
Let’s get creative
Ginger can be used on the clit, in thin slices together with a plug or as a stand-alone technique or if you wish to have your sub begging for release, use it back, front and clit and wait for the fireworks.
For the male sub, ginger has a use too. Place a slice, approx. 1/8 to ¼ inch wide and an inch long, smoothed, into the urethra of the cock, leaving enough outside to allow for removal. The effects will be quite dramatic and almost immediate as the sub reacts to the burning sensation. If it gets too much, the slice can be removed for a while and replaced, removed, replaced until the effects finally subside, dependant on how much the Domme wishes to tease the sub.
For greater effect, be patient; stored ginger tends to lose its zap. However, if you have a little leftover from this session, put it in a sealed plastic bag and store it in the fridge for a few days. Check it occasionally and if moisture has formed inside the bag and a little mold is showing on the root, it’s looking good. Don’t worry about this mold; once peeled and prepared as before, watch out as with age comes potency and this time the sub will most definitely know who is in control. Once you insert the plug, it won’t be them. Note: Any leftover root should now be discarded and it’s time to send sub to the shops again.
A couple of cautionary points to note here: some people can be allergic to ginger if this is the case, then obviously this is not something that a Master and sub will be able to enjoy. It’s likely that most who are will know in advance anyway. Very few are.
If by some aggressive wriggling or too tight a clenching of those butt muscles the sub manages to break the finger while it is still inserted and you cannot retrieve it, don’t panic, let nature take its course and as the old saying goes, “what goes up, must come down will most definitely apply in this case.
I suppose if you are looking for a typical intense fantasy, where I bring you to a vision of delight by describing super-endowed beings who each have five or six climaxes while doing physically impossible things, you will be disappointed. Move along to someone else’s erotica.
Back 30 or 20 years ago, when most fetish people had to hide from the real world and from each other much more than they do today, it was hard to find someone who shared your fetish. Hey, if you could find someone to just LISTEN and not run off screaming, you were doing pretty good. There were a lot of us who would “buddy up” into pairs that would “I’ll do your thing if you’ll do mine.” you want a flogging fetish scene? Good luck. You find a rope nut, however, and maybe if you let them tie you up first they would be happy to flog you while you were there.
What would turn me on?
I am going to imagine a scene that involves me, my friend the doll artist, and one of his creations. Plush dolls aren’t my trip, although I respect those who work so hard on them. I’m not even really that into Dollification, although I can see trying it out for variety.
So what would turn me on? Ah, I like the act of turning other people on! I like the surge of power that comes from turning someone on so much they can’t even think, talk, or walk straight! I’ve always been curious about other people’s fetishes because I like learning what makes them tick, even if I never wind their watch to turn them on!
Aggressive Partner Commanded to Lie Still
Normally, I am an active partner in bed. Not so much as I get older and things don’t work as well, but as a young person I was quite the aggressive, active partner. Men who were nominally gay (or bisexual) often commented that I moved more like a man, with my desire to be on top and to pound away. Not just set the pace – but actually, control the whole motion. A few smaller (or lightweight) men said that they felt like I had removed their penis (or taken it over) and was actually pounding them with it! Men, usually straight men, who preferred a gentler touch were often puzzled by the way I’d grab and manipulate them. (If you haven’t had back alley sex behind a gay bar, the way I move is typical of said place.) Soft, gentle, loving movements don’t come naturally to me, although part of tuning in to someone to please them is learning how to adjust to what the other person wants. Sometimes I wonder why the “gentle touch” guys manage to get off when I’ve hardly touched them at all.
Anyway, I had no car and got rides home with various friends, some of whom I was involved with sexually. One buddy with an extra-tall camper shell on his truck liked to take me in the back and fool around before he took me home. It gets hot in Tucson, and even though the desert temperature drops after dark, I often find it too uncomfortable to be touched once it hits the 70s–80s. (Over 90, forget it!) So one hot night, when he was tired of me pounding him to death, he suggested a little game. He wanted me to lay still. Very still. Deathly still. Not that he was really into necrophilia or anything, but he thought it might be fun to command me to imagine that I was lying on a metal tray in a morgue someplace.
This was a long time before CSI, SVU, or Tom Petty’s “Last Dance with Mary Jane,” so it’s not like we were used to seeing dead bodies on TV. I had to imagine my time in a science lab and apply my thinking to be a cool 60 degrees on a night that was much hotter than that. The metal truck bed (under a light blanket) was a metal tray. And the command was that I should be absolutely still. He would move my limbs when he needed them moved, and I would leave them just where he placed them. (Not to be tried unless you know the range of motion of your partner.) I couldn’t even rock my pelvis in ways that would “grab for a position” and increase my arousal. He was going to stroke me wherever he liked and take me as if I was totally oblivious to the actions he was performing. Of course, because it was “new” it was also exciting. Being commanded to be totally quiet and not aroused made me incredibly aroused. I remember biting his shoulder and making all kinds of “mrph, mrph, mrph” sounds when I came.
Threesomes and moresomes
It always sounds like lots of fun to have more people in bed. Actually, when you consider that the brain commands 80% of what happens sexually, and then there’s a heart, a mind, and an eternal spirit – it gets more complicated than that. I have organized orgies, I have been a dungeon mistress, and I know whereof I speak. When I was single, I went out with men more often than women simply because I didn’t feel up to dealing with the complicated needs of women – courting protocol, emotional needs, etc. I’d love to have had more women partners, but it never worked out. And sometimes men had the annoying habits of not sharing their valued significant other – wife, gf or whatever – but instead, they’d bring along some woman they obviously had little respect for and try to get me to do stunt sex like I was a circus freak. To be asked to share as a third party in a wonderful relationship is one thing, but to be exposed to that! Well!
So playing with a man and his love doll could be quite fun. I could play as if I was actually getting another woman to roll around with, but without all the emotional baggage that normally goes along. No “I’m getting left out,” or “I’m going to go sulk in the next room,” energy. I have a playful side (can you tell, dear reader?) and I would not mind putting my mouth on the silly oversized nipples or brushing my fingers against a soft suede pussy. Because I would be sliding my eyes at the man watching me, feeling the energy of him getting excited, listening to the change in his breathing, knowing that as I entangled myself in the poseable limbs of the doll I would be creeping deeper and deeper into his fantasies.
In fact, why not let him pose me? The fact that I am often aggressive and demanding in bed does not mean that I cannot, at times, be utterly passive. You don’t eat without first building up a hunger, you don’t eat at the East Indian Kitchen every day and expect to still want the saag paneer after a month the same way you did on day one; variety makes for a good taste. Pose me in positions that turn YOU on, have me talk dirty in two sets on voices, my own and one for the doll. It’s too bad you have to treat all photographs as if they will turn up in public at the worst possible times; I hate keeping on lingerie for sexy shots and pulling my hair over my face, but there you go. I need a job that requires certain – decorum shall we say?
Masturbating with Friends
One thing that I miss about being married is the freedom to just be lying down naked with a friend for a good chat. With or without sex. I talk good in a horizontal position. Additionally, I used to dance outcall, back when the only thing illegal was penetration for hire; so if I wanted to dance provocatively while someone “relieved themselves” or if I wanted to rub their back and thighs with lotion or oil while they told me all their troubles, it was never a problem. I even had a few customers that would pay me to sit next to naked on the couch and watch movies with them, so they could pretend they had a date. (Didn’t bug me much, except that I never got to pick the music or the movie.) The money was never worth the risk of being with strangers, however, and I can’t see just doing this randomly with friends. Well, I have two, or maybe three people that would be more than happy if I came over for a nice jack and jill off session, but when I have to put hubby, job, house chores, and grandkids in front of time with them – it would just lead to trouble. Nobody likes being second best.
About three years ago, I called up an old lover and asked if he’d like to be the secondary relationship. I knew he could do the heavy SM that I needed, and we’d stayed friends & sometimes fuckbuddies after we broke off an engagement many years ago. Even though he knew and liked my husband, he turned me down; he knew his own heart could never tolerate being second-best. Even with the best of communication, he knew that as I put him off for other priorities, he would feel incredible jealousy and finally rage that would destroy what we had. Good fences make good neighbors, says the Robert Frost poem we all learn in high school.
So here I sit, thinking it would be comforting in the short term to go get naked (or next to naked, I like sexy clothes) with friends and play around, but worried that this would just cause turmoil and trauma for all concerned. One of the reasons I like play parties; if you just PLAY at the PARTY, it doesn’t being as much emotional stuff home.
So What Would I Do?
If I went over to play dolls with my friend the artist, I would let him pose me like a doll. I don’t really believe much in hypnosis as portrayed in the media, but I do like being led with suggestion into a mindset, whether it’s a sub-space or this new thing called doll-space. I can be photographed all day long; one old boyfriend used to use an empty camera and studio lights and “play” photography. As a young college student, I was shy, awkward, and frigid even with the person that I thought would be the love of my life. Frustrated, he one day tried telling me that I needed to imagine that it was my job to show people how to have sex. If I didn’t spread my legs and smile like I enjoyed it, then whoever my audience was (whether it was an on-stage thing or an on-camera fantasy he was playing) would NEVER LEARN how to be satisfied. (This trick has always worked ever since. I even have plenty of performer fantasy books & magazines.)
It’s kind of silly to mix the action; I love the idea of getting my friend more and more turned on. We could do a wide variety of “two girls” poses, like the typical one of both of us spread-legged towards the camera, so the viewer couldn’t decide which delicious inside to fling themselves into. Since I really want to play with my friend more than be intimate, I am willing to be cuddled up with him as the inside or outside of a sandwich while he pumps vigorously into the useful part of the doll. I just love the intensity of someone getting off.
Anyway, I think just showing me the art studio is about as far as my friend is willing to go with me. While I am kinky as sin, I don’t need to spoil his relationships or my relationship or any friendship we have with each other. He was really hoping I’d pass along what he was doing to anyone interested in the art, especially if they might want to buy one. I just get turned on by not ungrounded realities – but by practical thoughts. Like, if the doll was laying down face up and I laid over it face down, would he be able to curl around me and penetrate the doll’s vagina while licking and biting my neck? This is where you finally get someone having five orgasms; the last time I was with hubby, I was trying to figure out the practicalities while honey made me come over and over until I was exhausted.
How she enjoyed working Sundays. Not that giving up one day of the weekend was particularly fun, but being able to get through the pile of paperwork on her desk without the interruptions of phone and visitors was a blessing. With Il Divo playing softly from her computer speakers, and a hot cup of coffee at her elbow, she attacked the inbox with determination.
About an hour into the rhythm of correcting evaluations, something made her pause. Was that a noise in the outer office? No way…there is no one else crazy enough to give up a Sunday to work. She hears a key in the lock to her office… but that is not possible! Only one other person has a key to her door and He is not due back for a month. There is just enough time for her to rush to the end of her desk and assume the proper position, feet placed wide in the second position, fingers clasped together behind her neck. Eyes downcast, she struggles to slow down her breathing as the door opens.
A tall body fills the doorway. There is a pause, a whiff of familiar cologne, and then the sight of his boots…bit scruffier than normal without her tender administrations. Slowly he approaches her, filling her gaze until he lifts her chin, and she is allowed to look into his steel-grey eyes. Her lips automatically curved into a smile. Words of greeting are lost as he takes possession of her lips with a hungry growl, his fist in her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. He knows how vulnerable she feels in this position, and how turned on it makes her.
She is dressed conservatively as was her style, even when not forced to wear her uniform. She hides her beauty behind a stylish white blouse, tucked into a black skirt reaching just past the knees. Rich black hair pulled back into a bun, caught at the nape of her neck. He knew there would be silk stockings and garter belts beneath that skirt. This is a woman who did not believe in pantyhose, even before his directions against them.
He takes a deep breath and releases it with a sign of contentment, breathing in the scent of her. Hmmmmm… vanilla musk, and female arousal. He had only intended to drop by to say hello, see her pretty face, and arrange for her service this evening, but seeing her, his slave, ready for him, took his mind in a totally different direction. And having her in his arms after being without her for so long, he had to claim her….now.
Molding her body into his, he placed his mouth over the pulse of her neck, setting his teeth to her skin, tasting the salt of her body. He bites gently at first, then with greater pressure as he feels her response. Her desk, always keeps neat and clear, was an irresistible attraction. So inviting with its open space, huge open space.
“I need you Pet, Now” Her golden-brown eyes widen and he could see exactly what she was thinking.. This was her sanctuary; he had never required her service here. This is where she reined. Would she yield? She was His slave, He knew that. But she was a strong woman in her own right, which is what made her surrender to him so sweet.
But there was no struggle in her mind at all, not for a moment. Without hesitation she replied. “How may Your slave serve you, My Lord?
“On the desk” “I want you bent over your desk.” The great mahogany desk came up to the tops of her thighs. She curved over the top, resting her hands on the front edge.
“Pet, I don’t have my leathers here to bind you, so we will use your exquisitely imaginative mind.” He grasped one wrist, pulling it to the left edge of her desk. “FEEL my cuff on your wrist, locking you here; you won’t move this wrist until I release you.
Watching her closely, he sees her breathing slow as she automatically enters the mind space he wishes her to be in. Trailing his fingers up her arm to her neck, he slides his hand to her other wrist, pinning it to the opposite edge. “ Do you FEEL the cuff’s mate on this wrist little one?” “Yes My Lord, “ she whispers. “Do not move them. Do you understand? “Yes My Lord”.
One large hand circling each fragile wrist, he covers her body with his, once again breathing in the scent of his slave, feeling his cock harden against the soft bottom beneath him. He spreads her thighs wide with his feet. Running his hands over her firm buttocks, he caresses her right leg, slowly trailing to her ankle. “My ankle cuffs lock you to this leg of the desk, slave.” He slowly, torturously, repeats his actions with her left leg.
When he was finished, he stood and enjoyed the sight of her. Bent over like this, her bottom arched upward, cheeks slightly spread, her thighs open leaving her pussy and ass totally exposed, presented for his pleasure.
He flips her skirt up, caressing her bottom and pussy through the sheer fabric of her string bikini panties. Those silky panties were damp over her vulva with her excitement. Tiny string bikini panties, white against her mocha skin. Looking at her wearing only a wisp of sheer fabric made his cock hard before he rips them from her body.
He begins the spanking abruptly, striking her hard and fast… then slowing, alternating cheeks. His hand raised and she waited, tensed for the blow. He waits, seeming forever, and then lets it land with a loud crack that made her back arch. He continues spanking her, right over her anus, noting how it makes her shiver.
Feeling the dampness of her pussy, he spanks it with his hand. He starts out slowly, alternating the slaps between her buttocks, mixing the slaps with caresses between her spread thighs. As the spanking continues he gives her more slaps and fewer caresses until he is spanking her steadily and her bottom goes from blush pink to deep red.
His cock is throbbing. She moves against his hand, rubbing harder against him, inviting without speaking. Her deep moans have changed to higher whimpers, a sign of her rising excitement…and impending orgasm. How he enjoys her struggle with her need to cum and her training to only cum on his command.
She hears his clothes slide off him as he undresses behind her.
Holding her from behind, he spreads her pussy lips and slips his cock inside her, thrusting in and out of her slowly. She arched her bottom up, pushing back, taking him deeper, and starting to move against him. His thrusts are deep and hard, as he pulls his cock almost all the way out of her with each thrust. She loved the feel of his hard cock and she arched back, gasping. After a few minutes, he withdraws…caressing her hot buttocks.
“Oh, please…” she said breathlessly, wanting his cock again.
She feels every single inch as his shaft slides between her cheeks, across her anus, and an extra little shiver every time the crown scrapes across her rear entrance. She then feels the tip of his cock against her anus, preparing her for initial entry. Perhaps the sweetest pleasure-pain in the entire world. His crown pops inside as her anus clamps down around the head of his cock. With a low primal growl, he gently but inexorably pushes inside her. At first, it hurts, as usual, as her Master was generously blessed, and it felt like she would never be able to take his cock in her ass. But she manages to relax and then he is inside her, fully claiming what was his…her moan is deep and pure. The heat from her bottom and her desire immediately engulf his cock. She leans her weight on her arms, gripping the desk edge tightly, as he holds her around the hips and fucks her ass with slow deep strokes. Her bottom and thighs are sore and hot and it hurts as he slams into her, and she loves every moment, every ache. Every now and then, he reaches down to tease her clit, grazing it as he slides his finger into her wetness. She pushes her bottom up more, so he can take her ass more deeply. Feeling her complete surrender, he starts to fuck her harder…deep insider her now, his breathing getting faster as he fucks her ass swift and hard.
Fisting the remnants of her bun, pulling her head so she arches her back, he whispers in her ear…” Cum for me Pet, cum with me”
And she does, her entire body trembling and clamping down on his cock and sending him over the edge to his orgasm, biting into her shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
She felt his body shudder as he came inside her…the beautiful pain of his teeth, and rode the waves of pleasure he had given her before they both collapsed onto the desk. They stayed in that position, him inside her ass, panting to catch their breath. Their breaths moved as one, heartbeats merge into one rhythm. He tenderly cleaned the blood from her shoulder with his tongue and murmured against her skin.
“I missed you my love, my Pet”
She smiled and tightens her body around him until he gasps.
Dante rode down the road toward the large city of Brindleston, daydreaming about his previous night with the farm girl, Jenna; he was stiff with his memories of the pleasures they shared. He plucked at bits of songs on his lute while remembering the sights, touches and smells of his escapade with the voluptuous virgin. Her hair had smelled of flowers and the sweet hay that was his bed for the night. The moonlight and shadows played a game of Chase the Fox across her skin, and her unpracticed, yet eager, touch had excited him to great heights. She would make someone very happy one day.
His clothes and lute marked him as a bard, protected by tradition and the King’s edicts. The feathered badge in his cap showed that he was trained at the College of Enchanters in Braefire, the great Multiversity in the north, where all manner of magics were taught. If you listened to his voice, you might get entranced by his charisma or his magic. He could sing a baby to sleep in seconds and talk a woman into his bed in minutes, even without magic. He was a handsome fellow in his mid-twenties with the craggy features and tanned skin of one who spent a lot of time on the road. His shock of black hair wafted in the breeze.
The morning passed uneventfully, but when he was looking for a place to stop and eat some lunch, he heard a loud grunt and a woman’s scream from the woods off the road.
Dante dismounted from his horse, hobbled it, and moved quietly through the forest to get a closer look. He had his sword at his belt and his lute on his back. He got to a clearing and saw a tall, naked creature with an ugly, misshapen face, huge arms and legs, and a body like a mangled lump of child’s clay — an ogre. The ogre’s enormous cock was stiff as a tree limb and looked like a man’s forearm, including the coarse hair along its length and a fist-like knob on the end. The creature advanced toward a beautiful woman tied to a tree, wailing. She was about a head shorter than Dante was with long curly brown hair, big brown eyes, a lovely heart-shaped face, and large round breasts, exposed by rips in her green homespun dress. She had a look of pure terror on her face as she stared at the ogre’s equipment. Dante caught sight of a prone body to the side.
As he took in the scene, the ogre started sniffing the air; Dante realized he was downwind of the beast. He knew he had to act fast or the ogre would charge him. He couldn’t compete against him with his light rapier. Dante unlimbered his lute and quickly started playing a melody; then he very quietly sang an enchantment into the music. His belly grew warm and his neck prickled with the magic, which he channeled into his voice. He watched intently and saw the ogre turn his head toward the pleasant music, start to turn his body, take a step, and then stop. Dante knew he had him entranced, so he put more soothing sounds into his song and more power into the spell. The ogre completely stopped moving, and his huge erection sagged. Dante turned his song into a lullaby, and the ogre’s eyes closed. He collapsed to the ground with a thud. Still playing, Dante stepped into the clearing and walked over to the beast. Assured that the creature was sound asleep, he finished the song and slung his instrument. He drew his sword and cut the ogre’s throat, whom awoke with a roar, too late. Dante stepped back, sword at the ready, avoiding its flailing body and spurting blood, which made a dark blot on the earth in the process. The monster gurgled and sputtered in death for several minutes.
“Vile creatures!” he said, as he wiped his blade on a cloth at his belt. He turned to look at the woman he had rescued.
Her face had a look of utter relief on it, as she said, “Thank you, kind sir. That fell beast was going to split me in two with that thing.”
“You’re welcome, fair lady. My name is Dante. What’s yours, what happened, and who is that?” he asked, pointing at the prone man he had spied earlier. Then he worked on the ropes holding her to the tree.
“I’m Deidre and that is Lucas, one of the hands-on my father’s farm. We were walking to the market town a few miles down the road when we stopped for lunch. Soon after we got the food out,” she nodded toward a basket covered with a small towel, “this ogre came out of the woods demanding our food and me. Lucas tried to defend me, but the ogre just swatted him and knocked him down. He never got back up. I hope he’s not dead.” Concern filled her voice.
Dante finished untying the knots and he unwrapped the ropes from the woman. He stepped over and put his hand under Lucas’ nose. He was a handsome young man, and the hint of moving air from his nostrils confirmed his state. “He’s alive, but he’ll be out cold for an hour or two. It’s best if we just let him wake up on his own.”
When he stood back up, Deidre was rubbing her wrists and body where the tight ropes had cut into her flesh, gazing at him intently. Her demeanor had changed from frightened girl to intent woman faster than Dante expected. “I am grateful for your service. How may I repay you?” she asked with a lascivious wink, her voice suddenly thick and lusty. She licked her lips. Dante knew that she was truly offering just about anything at this point.
“Why don’t you come here and I’ll show you?” Dante said at his most charming. Deidre walked toward him, swinging her hips enticingly. As she closed, she her arms put her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, lips quivering and warm; he enfolded her in his arms and returned the kiss passionately. He brushed his tongue across her lips, and she opened fully to him, sucking gently to bring his tongue into her mouth. He explored and teased her. Her bare breasts were squished into his chest, and she wiggled delightfully in his embrace.
She broke the kiss, looking deep into his eyes, and said, “Actually, Lucas and I often have a little fun on our weekly shopping trip; we were just getting very ‘friendly’ when the monster interrupted us. He had me pretty worked up before he fell protecting me. I’d like it if you finished the job.” The fire of her lust shone clearly in her dark eyes. Obviously, the attack had done little to quench her passion.
Dante could not resist this beautiful woman who offered herself so freely. He answered her by resuming the tongue kiss and firmly fondling her exposed breasts. She gasped into his mouth when he pinched her nipple. As they kissed, her hands made quick work of his trouser drawstring, and she dropped them down to his ankles. He paused to pull her dress over her head, breaking the lip lock. She drew his tunic over his head, leaving them both standing in just their undergarments. The rest of her body was just as delicious looking as her breasts had been. They both pulled off their underwear at the same time, and Dante moved back into the clinch and shuffled Deidre backward toward the tree she had recently been tied to. When she bumped into the tree, his cock butted hard into her belly, and she sighed.
“You want to fuck me, and I want to fuck you, so fuck me!” she said loudly with a purr of pleasure in her voice.
Dante lifted her lithe form up, bracing her against the tree, and pushed his cock against her slit. She moaned as he inched his flesh sword farther into her slick, tight sheath. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his hips hard with her feet; he slid all the way into her and she screamed her delight. She mostly held herself up with her strong legs and her heels in his back, so he could concentrate on fucking her, rather than on holding her. He started stroking into her at a pace in tune with their level of passion — pretty fast. Her lusty utterances and active participation were a big turn on for him. Within a short time, she groaned deeply and gyrated her groin around his cock, her orgasm tensing most of her muscles. Her outcries and writhing continued for what seemed like forever, but she settled down. Her feet practically kicked him to go faster, and he immediately complied with her unspoken request. Looking down, he saw his member sliding in and out of Deidre’s sex, coming out covered in a slick, shiny coating of her excitement. When he looked up, she was gazing at him with intense lust and concentration in her eyes. He could feel her cunt muscles squeezing and releasing his engorged dick. This young farm girl knew a sex trick he’d only experienced in the high-priced brothels of a metropolis! The shock of this realization and her expertise shoved him over the edge, and he exploded inside of her while simply pounding her body against the tree trunk. She screamed into another orgasm herself.
As he came down from his climax, he slipped from her body, and his muscles lost some of their strength. Barely able to lift her anymore, he slowly lowered Deidre’s sweating body to the base of the tree. “Where did you learn that, my dear?” he asked sincerely.
She blushed deep red at his question and answered, “Well, once in the middle of, um, doing it with Lucas, I had to, uh, pee really badly. So, I just clamped down to prevent that, and Lucas went wild. So, I learned to do it when I didn’t have to, you know, go. Since he likes it so much, I use it all the time now.” Her blush got deeper as she explained.
“Oh, don’t be at all ashamed of that. It’s a fantastic skill! You are going to make some lucky man very happy,” he said as he gazed sweetly at her, cupping her hot cheek. She smiled a smile that could melt butter and gave him another deep kiss. He enjoyed her lips and tongue immensely.
Deidre said, “Now that we’ve been rewarded to our satisfaction, could you take us home? I’d rather not run into that one’s cousin without you,” inclining her head toward the dead corpse of the ogre. “I’ll bet my father will reward you again for your deed, though monetarily this time.” She winked at him.
He dressed while he said, “Yes, I’ll take you home, but first, let’s see if we can find his lair. He might have some valuables that he’s stolen from others. Ogres usually don’t hunt that far from where they live. I’ve been more than amply rewarded already. Your father can keep his money, especially if we find this one’s hidey-hole. Lucas should be okay here until we get back, but let me move my horse up here to make sure. Falco is smart enough to keep most vermin away. And, maybe, we might have time to reward each other again,” he said with a sly grin.
She smiled back and said, “While you get your horse, I’ll get presentable.” She sat down near the basket of food and rustled through it. Dante turned and walked through the woods to Falco. He untied him and led him back to the glen. When they arrived, Deidre was sewing the tears in her dress.
He searched around the clearing and found a large belt with a leather pouch strung on it apparently where the ogre had dropped it to rape Deidre. It contained a handful of copper coins and four silver ones. Various other shiny worthless baubles were in the pouch, as well as a woman’s gold ring. “Not too good for a hard-working ogre; he must have more in his lair,” Dante thought to himself. When he had finished searching, she was done sewing. She threw the fabric over her head. He liked the way her breasts jostled when she moved. He also noticed that she had combed her hair. She was a vision of loveliness with her still-flushed complexion and cascading tresses. She was indeed going to make someone very happy.
The two of them set out on foot, walking around the woods surrounding the clearing. After covering ten yards out from the glen in all directions, Dante started following game trails in the forest. After covering about a quarter mile down the second trial, they came to a large outcropping of rock, covered on the top by trees. Dante and Deidre circled around it and found a small opening into the hill on the opposite side. He made a makeshift torch from a stick and some dry pine needles; he coated the needles with pine sap from a nearby tree. He lit the torch, drew his sword, and said, “You stay here while I make sure our friend doesn’t have any cousins or spouses.” He stuck the torch into the opening and followed up with his head. His nose was assaulted by the powerful odor of stale sweat. In the flickering light, he saw a pile of pine needles and rags in one corner that was probably the ogre’s bed and a pile of bones in the opposite corner. Once inside, he could stand normally with at least two feet of space above his head. Quickly, because the torch was burning down, Dante searched the small cave. He found a large leather pouch near the pine bed before his light gave out.
Coming out of the cave, he saw Deidre looking nervously about. She calmed visibly when she saw him.
“I found this,” Dante said, holding up the bag.
They both sat down on the ground, and he dumped the contents out on a flat rock near a fire pit. They found a nice pearl necklace, a gold bracelet with a few small gemstones in it, six rings, both male and female, fourteen silver in various coinages, and a single gold ducat; the rest was shiny junk. He offered Deidre the bracelet, saying, “For your troubles.” She put it on her wrist, grinning broadly at him, while showing it off in a beam of sunlight that managed to force itself through the forest canopy.
He kept out the gold coin, one of the man’s rings that had a small stone in it, and a woman’s ring and put the rest back into the bag; he slipped those three items into the musty belt pouch. They walked back to the clearing, hand in hand. Falco’s nicker indicated that nothing had happened while the horse was on watch. Falco was a smart horse, and they knew each other’s signals well.
Now that the work was done, Deidre wasted no time in embracing Dante again and kissing him hard. Apparently, this little minx was still in heat. She groped in his trousers, grasping his cock firmly and stroking it up and down. She knelt down in front of him and undid them, whipping his erection out the top. Dante smiled down at her, seeing a woman who loved sex as much as he did. She swallowed it, licking and sucking it like she was a starving child given meat. His eyes rolled up in his head as she furiously devoured him. He was roused from his reverie by a groan coming from Lucas’ direction. Dante looked over to see Lucas rubbing his bruised head and staring at Deidre’s mouth locked onto Dante’s shaft.
“What happened, Deidre? What are you doing?!” he exclaimed, having trouble keeping his mouth from gaping.
Easing Dante out of her mouth, she explained, “This wonderful gentleman killed the ogre and I’m rewarding him. If you come over here and lie down, I’ll reward you too for defending my honor, Lucas.” She returned to giving Dante a hell of a blowjob.
On hearing her words, Lucas got a funny look on his face, which quickly turned to a look of lust. When he stood, Dante could see why Deidre liked the boy: he was a tall, well-built young man with a handsome face, and the tent in his pants showed him to be well-endowed as well. Dante relaxed and let the pleasure of Deidre’s mouth consume him. He opened his eyes again when he heard Lucas lie down on the ground next to her with his penis sticking out over his lowered pants. It really was impressive.
She took her mouth off Dante and scuttled over Lucas’s body, hanging onto Dante’s cock. Once she was settled with Lucas between her legs, Dante moved over until his feet straddled Lucas’s head. Deidre leaned over Lucas, slipping his stiff length into her hungry slit. Then she took Dante’s cock back into her mouth. As she bounced up and down on Lucas’s body, her movements made her mouth bob up and down on Dante’s protuberance. Lucas got really into it, alternating between fondling Deidre’s tits and Dante’s balls. Dante certainly didn’t mind the extra attention to his genitals, no matter who was doing it.
Soon they hit a hard rhythm, her feral fucking of Lucas jamming her mouth hard on Dante’s dick, and Dante spewed his cum far into her mouth, some escaping to dribble down her chin and onto Lucas’ chest. Watching Dante come in her mouth sent Lucas into overdrive, his hips forcefully hitting her groin as she descended. She screamed as her climax pounded her, more cum rolling out of her mouth. Lucas groaned loudly, Dante guessing that he was coming inside the enraptured woman. The two on the ground slumped, and Dante almost fell, his knees were so weak. They all just panted from their workout.
Slowly, the three of them revived enough to dress. Deidre got out the basket and set out a fine lunch on a large log in the clearing. She had hearty bread, cheese, dried meat, some fresh apples and a clay jar of ale. They ate quietly, too exhausted to do more than chew and swallow. By the time they finished, they all looked better, except for the blossoming bruise on Lucas’ face. They talked of farms and the fine courts Dante had visited.
At one point Deidre left to squat in the bushes; Dante quickly fished out the woman’s ring from the ogre’s belt pouch. He turned to Lucas and said, “Lucas, if you love her, marry her. If you treat her well, she’ll make you very happy,” putting the ring in Lucas’ hand. “If you don’t love her, enjoy her pleasures, but move on eventually. Keep that ring for the special woman who wins your heart and loves you back in return.” He straightened up and sipped his ale when Deidre returned from the edge of the woods; Lucas sat, his mind full of thought.
A little later, Lucas was the one to answer the call of nature, and Dante said to Deidre, “If you love him, say ‘yes’ when he asks you to marry him. That bracelet of yours should buy a decent farmstead where the two of you can settle down, fuck like bunnies, and raise a pile of kids. If you don’t love him, have some fun and move on. But keep that bracelet as your dowry.” He dug into another pouch on his belt and pulled out a small leather bag. “This is a root that will prevent babies until you get married. Chew a piece as big as your fingernail now, and any time a man fills you with cum. It’s called Cotrelle, and any village wise woman can get you more.”
Deidre got a tear in her eye and said, “Thank you, Dante. You’ve saved my life and given me a new start. I hope you found my body exciting to play with.” She leaned over and gave him a big hug and a very deep, wet kiss. They both straightened up when the bushes rustled, announcing Lucas’ return.
When Dante took his leave, the other two were gazing at nothing. On his return, he noticed they were holding hands. They loaded up everything on Falco. Lucas ride the horse while Dante walked beside, since Lucas had been injured. Deidre walked between the horse and Dante, holding the two men’s hands, grinning and singing softly as they walked. In about an hour, they reached the outskirts of the farm, and Deidre dropped her hands to her sides.
Within minutes, they heard a call from the fields, and a middle-aged farmer waved at them from behind a plow. He was a big man, at least half a head taller than Dante and with very broad shoulders. He had the wrinkled, tanned skin of someone who has spent his entire life working in the sun. His face had a permanent grin on it. He unhitched the horses from the plow and walked them toward the barn. As they neared the farmstead, the man greeted them.
“Hey, Deidre and Lucas, I didn’t expect you for another hour or two. And where are the foodstuffs? And where did you get that horrible bruise, Lucas?” he asked. Suddenly, he noticed that Dante is with them. “Hello, Sir. I’m Jake Miller.”
“My name is Dante,” he said as he extended his hand; Jake shook it vigorously.
“Oh, Daddy! Lucas and I stopped for lunch and an ogre attacked us. Lucas tried to stop him but got knocked out by the brute. Dante saved me from a savage raping by killing it. Lucas and I owe him our lives!” she explained excitedly.
Jake looks dumbfounded at Dante, his eyes wide and his mouth agape, and said, “You killed the Ogre of Yelfy? Congratulations!” He quickly grabbed Dante’s hand again and pumped it even more than before, slapping him on the back. “That rascal has been a danger in these parts for a decade. Everyone will be relieved to know he’s dead. What can I give you for saving my trusted employee, my daughter, and her honor?”
Trying not to laugh at the ‘saving her honor’ comment, Dante said, “Oh, nothing, my good man. We found the evil thing’s lair and took his valuables. Here is a pouch for you.” He handed the belt pouch to the older man. “I have kept some for myself, which is plenty of recompenses.” He patted the bag at his side containing the rest of the items. Jake emptied the pouch into his hand and gazed at the coins and rings.
“Why do I deserve such riches? I didn’t kill the beast,” he said, incredulous.
“I got plenty for myself, and perhaps you might get Lucas a sword and some training to help protect Deidre when they go to the market. I might not be around next time,” Dante replied, persuasive as always. With that said, he turned to Deidre and said, “Goodbye, Deidre. It has been a pleasure.” He bent in a full-court bow and kissed her hand chastely, but looked her in the eye and winked at her. She smiled and furtively licked her lips with that pink tongue that had recently licked his cock.
“Goodbye, Dante. May your travels bring you happiness,” she said with a curtsy that would pass muster in a Lord’s house.
He mounted Falco and rode away down the road. Just before losing sight of them into the woods, he turned and waved at them. They were still watching him and returned the farewell.
I was 19 years old and I had just arrived at my first BDSM party. A popular leather/BDSM store put on a party every month and I finally found the courage to attend. Looking back I must admit I was still a callow young man. I sat by myself at the bar, having a few drinks, and taking it all in. After an hour or so, when I was beginning to feel a bit like an outsider, a beautiful young woman dressed in an amazing leather outfit approached me. She asked me if this was my first BDSM party. I smiled and confessed that it was. She smiled back at me and said, “Let me introduce you to someone. I’ve noticed a woman over by the tables that have had her eye on you.”. She led me across the bar to a woman sitting at one of the high tables near the wall. She was a bit overweight and seemed fairly reserved, but I could tell by the way she held herself she was clearly Dominant. I was excited, but at my young age, I found myself thinking, “Why couldn’t it be the hot young Mistress that was interested in me?”. In any case, I sat down and we began to talk. We talked for the majority of the night and towards the end of the night, I found myself becoming slightly smitten with Her. She was strong, confident, and clearly unabashed in her kinky sexual desires. Somehow during our conversation, she got me to reveal that I had never had a butt plug (or anything really) in my ass and how I was really a bit hesitant about the whole thing. She smiled at me and asked if I would be willing to come home with Her. Earlier in the night, she had given me a playful spanking with the crop she was carrying, and she told me she wanted to take me home and give me a proper spanking. I was a bit nervous, but my penis spoke up and convinced me.
When we arrived at her house, she wasted no time escorting me to her ‘playroom’. I was nervous as I followed her down the hallway, but I also found myself terribly excited. She had been very calm and relaxed the entire evening and now was no different. I could feel her drawing me in, and I suddenly got the sense she’d been guiding the conversation all night towards this moment. As I stepped into her dungeon playroom, I saw a room full of bondage furniture, paddles, rope, dildos and BDSM equipment of all types. My heart raced and I began to question whether this was the best idea, but when she calmly asked me to undress, I felt strangely compelled. She watched as I undressed, and smiled when my cock popped out of my underwear and pointed straight towards the ceiling. She guided me to a pair of wooden sticks in the center of the room and directed me to place my head and wrists into the half-moon cut-outs so she could swing the top bar into place and lock me firmly into position. I did as she instructed and remember the mixture of excitement and nervousness as the top bar swung into place and she locked it shut. She circled me, admiring my naked body locked in position and fully at her disposal. I felt her hand trace a line down my back and come to rest on my ass. She rubbed my ass cheeks for a few moments and then pulled them wide apart. The cool air on my butt hole scared me and I arched my back, pulling away slightly. She moved with me keeping them apart. She held them apart for several minutes and then pressed a finger against my butt hole. She didn’t penetrate me, but I could feel her finger pressing against my butt hole. It felt good, but I was nervous… nervous about what she had planned for me. Finally, she removed her finger and stepped around to my side, running one hand up my back and the other reaching down and finding my cock.
I could hear a smile in her voice as she said, “A handsome young man like yourself out at your first bondage party… and now you’re locked up in my dungeon”. She began to stroke my cock and continued, “Will you be a good boy or do I need to give you a good hard spanking?”. “I’ll be good”, I responded expecting a spanking anyway but enjoying what I considered to be a bit of role-playing. Her hand stopped stroking my cock and she left me for a moment. It sounded like she had gone across the room to a table of equipment. When she returned she stepped in front of me, squatted down and looked directly into my eyes. I could see she was holding a butt plug in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. “I want to take that virgin ass of yours sweetie.”, she said with a clear glint of desire in Her eye. I told Her, “I’m not too sure about that. Maybe some other time. This was just our first time together.”. I was very nervous. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll only stick it in if you beg me to stick it in”, she told me. I envisioned never-ending spankings until I agreed and I began to protest when she continued, “and I won’t use any spankings or pain to coerce you.”. I was amazed… and I paused for a moment. “OK”, I agreed.
She began to rub lube on my ass, massaging it into my butt cheeks. Her fingers occasionally brushing my butt hole. Using more lube she moved her way up onto my lower back and down onto the backs of my legs. It felt incredible and I found myself closing my eyes and thoroughly enjoying it. Her lubed hand found its way to my cock and she stroked it for almost a minute until I moaned softly and begin to thrust slightly against her hand. I was very near orgasm but she clearly had other plans. She moved back to massaging my ass and this time moved quickly to put pressure on my butt hole. It felt good and being a horny young man I was already awash with lust. Before I knew it her finger had slipped inside me and was probing around my ass hole. I found myself beginning to move and squirm a bit, trying to get more of her finger inside me. She pushed in deeper and grabbed my cock from behind with her other hand. She held my cock tightly and slowly inserted a second finger. I moaned as she pushed them in deep and squeezed my cock. My cock was twitching slightly and I was pushing back as far the stocks would allow. She stroked my cock slowly 2 or 3 times as she removed her fingers. I pushed back aching for them not to leave. She stroked my cock a few more times and I could feel the tip of the butt plug as she placed it against my butt hole. She pushed it slightly so the tip just broke the seal and then pulled back. I struggled and pushed back against it. Wanting it inside me, but she would not insert it. She pushed slightly again and held it there while I squirmed against my bonds. She squeezed my cock firmly and I remembered our deal, I had to beg her for it. “Please… PLEASE Mistress push it inside me!”, I nearly blurted out. Still nothing but her tight grip on my cock and the tip pushing slightly against my butt hole. I continued to plead, “PLEASE Mistress I beg You. Please push it inside me!”. I truly wanted it inside me and I was becoming desperate. “Will you take it all?”, she asked me? “Yes, Mistress! PLEASE!”. “Are you sure?”, she asked again. “Yes, Mistress! Please!”, I pleaded again. I felt her let go of my cock and the tip of the plug ease slowly inside me. I was overcome with lust. I pushed back against her and very slowly felt it increase in size as she eased it inside me. Very quickly my butt hole began to feel tight as the size increased. The fullness excited me, but I began to wonder if it was going to fit. She paused for a moment… and as I relaxed she eased it past the hump, allowing it to slip in all the way to the base. I was worried it would be too big, or that it would hurt and now with it deep in my ass I was relieved… and I must admit I was also very excited. She pushed on the base of the plug, making sure it was deep inside me and then began to unfasten the stocks.
I was surprised to find myself blindfolded and tied tightly to a chair, sitting on the plug that was still inside me. She stroked my cock for a few minutes and then told me she was going to take a hot bath and that she would see me in an hour or so. When she left, I immediately began to feel a bit strange, tied to this chair naked with a but plug inside me. After about 20 minutes, I became bored and a little irritated. My butt was starting to go numb against the wooden chair and I wiggled against my bonds to get a bit more comfortable. As I did, the plug pushed and pulled against my butt hole. I was surprised at how good it felt. I squirmed a bit more, enjoying the sensation. And after 10 minutes, I was pushing and sliding, moving anyway I could to get the plug to move around inside me. Lost in my passion I was startled when Mistress touched my leg.
She explained how she had been sitting there watching the whole thing. She didn’t just want to be the first person to put a butt plug in my ass. She wanted to turn me into a slut overcome with lust for that plug. She untied me from the chair and removed my blindfold. Standing there naked in front of her, I remember wanting so badly to have sex with her! She looked down at my throbbing cock and smiled. She had a length of rope in her hands and I savored the feel her body pressed against mine as she reached around behind me and wrapped the rope around my waist. She passed the 2 ends of the rope through the loop on the other end and pulled it tight around my waist. She passed the 2 ropes around my cock, through my legs and over the butt plug still deep inside me. She removed all the slack and fastened it tightly in place creating a rope harness that would keep the butt plug inside me. Then she had me get dressed and sent me home.
fido knew we were having a party….but he had no idea the plans I had made regarding him. As usual, I had the Kinky Caterers take care of all the minutia of the party, so I could flesh out the details of breaking my dog. We had been together for a number of months, and it was time for his testing – this party would determine if his training had taken. I had him, kneeling, in the corner, blindfolded with his hands cuffed behind him. he could hear my instructions to the caterers and the guests arriving; all the Ladies and their boys and a couple of Masters with their subs as well. As I welcomed them in, I quietly reminded them of the plans for the evening, especially Michael and Marc and their roles this evening. I had those who were interested; go fondle fido as I knew that would make him feel uneasy – other hands grabbing his balls, testing for heft, tightness, fullness, and size. I shoved his face down into the carpet pushing his ass up, so they could be a better grip on him. Knowing his obsession with leather, I had asked all the dominates to wear leather gloves. I knew the smell…the feeling would get him in a more ‘eager to please’ mindset. I saw Lady Carissa shoving her finger in his mouth, making him suckle her it. It had the desired results; I could see fido’s cock trying to get hard. Too bad it was in the cage. He squirmed and whimpered around her finger, but it did no good, his cock wasn’t going to go anywhere. She popped her finger out and then around to his back. Since his saliva had wet the glove it was perfectly ready to invade his little ass. She covered it with another glove and as she gently slid it in all the way, he moaned. fido knew not to attempt to reject it and being bound and on his face negated his even thinking about it. She pumped it in and out a couple of times making him used to it. We had played this way several times, but not knowing who was in his ass was troubling for him. poor fido….. She pulled it out and fido thanked her, as he had been coached.
As the evening progressed and others came and went to play on the equipment, I kept Fido on a short leash. I could tell that he was perfectly happy cuddling my boots. Finally, only Michael and Marc were left. I ordered fido to show them his boot worshiping skills. I had him start at the soles of my boots. Licking them, cleaning them with his mouth and tongue kept us entranced. Watching him on his knees, cleaning my boots, made me wet. Pulling his leash short, I guided his face into my pussy. Wrapping my hand around the back of his head and bringing my leather-clad legs around his shoulders, I pulled his face in tight against my dripping wet pussy. Licking and sucking fido lapped up every drop of my pussy juices. Riding a rolling tide of sensations, I rode his face harder and harder. Michal, seeing that I was close to cumming asked if he could fuck me. Seeing that he was only semi-hard, I pulled fido’s face away from my pussy and I ordered him to open his mouth…. I kissed him long and deep holding his head tightly. I turned his head and whispered, “We’ve only started training, but I want you up suck this cock – DO NOT embarrass me” fido crawled closer to the cock in front of him. I grabbed his head with my leather-covered hand and turned his face. fido could smell the leather and it triggered something deep inside, he wanted to please me in any way he could. “Yes, Mistress,” he said. Stroking Michael’s cock with one hand I pulled fido’s face into Michael’s groin. he gave it a tentative lick at the base and licked then it again. fido could feel my hands in his hair, holding it tight, I pulled his mouth to the tip of the cock. he licked the tip, it started to grow. Knowing that I was proud that he had gotten a response, fido licked again, it stirred… I held the hardening cock in one hand and guided it to his mouth. fido knew that this WAS going to happen, he opened his mouth widely to take the thickening cock inside…. I knew that fido was humiliated sucking cock, but I also knew that his need to please me was greater. Keeping my hand on the back of fido’s head, I forced Michael’s cock deeper. As Michael’s cock just got thicker and harder, fido knew better than to dare displease me in front of my guests… so he took it. “fido, you’re such a good boy; you’ve made that big thick cock hard for me!” I exclaimed. fido knew that what he was doing was going to make Michael’s cock ready for me to stuff in my pussy. It made him very, very happy to suck Michael’s cock harder and deeper even to the point of gagging. I pulled fido off Michael’s cock; spread my legs, and felt the results of fido’s hard work sink deep in my pussy. I pulled fido to me and kissed him passionately. I told fido to lay his head next to mine, ass up, so he could feel how hard are real man’s cock could thrust into my pussy. he, of course, did. After watching Marc stroke his cock, I let him know that as a bonus for fido making Michael’s cock hard, he could have fido’s ass if he wanted. As Marc sank his cock into fido, I told him to spread his ass open so Marc could go deeper. fido moaned, knowing he couldn’t escape…. it felt…. full… tight… stretched. Besides seeing the shame and helplessness in his eyes, I knew that this was a first for fido. I kissed him & stroked his chest as he felt me getting fucked by Michael. fido knew I was closer to cumming from his being ass-fucked; it helped ease the tightness. he was also happier knowing that this was what I wanted him to do. I was well pleased with my dog. His obedience to my wishes gave him my favor. I came hard screaming and grinding my pussy against Michael’s thick beautiful cock. I looked at my dog; he was pitiful; feeling that hard cock thrusting in and out of his ass, knowing that I could stop it and chose not to. fido whimpered and bucked as Marc pulled back, grabbed his hips, and unloaded streams of hot cum in his ass. Marc gasped heavily and collapsed on fido’s back. Marc’s orgasm triggered Michael’s. Pounding my pussy, brutally thrusting, Michael orgasmed; shooting deep inside me. When Michael’s breathing calmed, I looked at my dog and let him know that, once again, it was time for him to clean my pussy. I knew this was something that had never happened with my dog, but I also knew that he was going to do it. It was his job, as my dog, to do as I wished. And I wished for him to clean my pussy. I pulled him closer with his leash. I told Marc and Michael, “look, what a good dog I have! He’s going to clean the cum of a real man out of me, as a good dog should.” fido crawled to my pussy, pushed his face in and started to lap up our comingled cum. Nuzzling and slurping he licked my pussy. All that attention made me start squirming again. I grabbed fido by the hair and ground my pussy against his face. Wrapping my booted legs around his neck, I came again; smearing pussy juice all over his face and down his chest. Breathing heavily I pulled fido down and he fell in a happy heap on my boots.
Nothing can beat the tingling and warm electric waves flowing through your body after a good humiliation. This is a list of the wonderful things I have fantasized, seen, and collected from the net and other sources. Some suggestions are clearly for male subs. Others for female subs. Some will work for both. There are probably places we would be put in jail if we tried these things so just think before you act. Have fun and enjoy BDSM!
Found another 157(!) ideas but didn’t have time to look for duplicates so I just added the list to the end.
Femdom ideas – Public humiliation for male subs
1. Handcuffed to the shopping cart, while shopping. Try to make the cuffs just a little visible.
2. Handcuffed or tied to a pole outside a store.
3. Handcuffed, hands in front or back, while shopping.
4. Metal cockrings, collars, chains, or leashes when going through airport security.
5. Having him get a good tan while wearing a bra, for later exposure at the beach or while washing the car without a shirt.
6. When at a restaurant, eating in an unusual way; being fed; using your non-dominant hand, no utensils.
7. Forbidden to speak in public.
8. Kneeling and kissing her boots, shoes, feet, or hands, at odd moments.
9. Kneeling, massaging her feet at the mall, park, subway, etc.
10. One arm tied or cuffed under your shirt. Or cuffed obviously behind you.
11. Pockets cut out of pants, and hands tied or cuffed to your thighs so you can’t remove them from the pockets.
12. Binding your cock inside your pants with the string or rope end available to tug on.
13. Wearing a vibrating butt plug, with the controls in your pocket or available for his/her use (dog shocker on his balls will give the same effect).
14. Your right [left?] hand is tied to your cock and balls through a hole in your pocket. Might look like you are playing with yourself.
15. Being forced to masturbate beneath the tablecloth while at a restaurant.
16. Reciting all your rules in front of others, at her whim.
17. Always walking a foot or two behind her. speeding up to open doors.
18. She pays for everything, with possible comments like “Oh I never allow him to carry money!”
19. If no seats are available, puts you on all fours and sits on your back.
20. Doing some of the “hidden” little things like plugs, nipple clamps, cock rings, in the church of her/your choice.When dining out, submissive is not allowed to order, is fed little bites from her plate.
21. You both are sitting in a restaurant, dressed completely normal. She hands you a bag of ‘stuff’ and tells you to go to the restroom and change. You worry that everyone who enters will know what you are doing.
22. You are sitting drinking a beer or apple juice. When the glass is empty, she orders you to take it to the men’s room and fill it up. You must return and then consume your “new” beverage with your meal.
23. You must take your beverage to the men’s room, masturbate, and cum in the glass/cup. Return and then consume it, This would also work with the special sauce from that famous place.
14. You have to take your panties or underpants off, return to the table and hand them to her. She leaves them on the table in plain view.
15. Female subs in skirts, ordered to remove panties while seated at the table, hand them to the Mistress, then sit with naked ass on the seat.
16. On a special evening, as you travel around in a rented limousine, you are required to masturbate, trying not to be seen by the driver.
17. You are required to masturbate in your panties and continue wearing them, disregarding any spots that may appear.
18. You are diapered, taken out to a restaurant or bar and have to consume a large quantity of liquid, and are not allowed to use the restroom.
19. Traveling by car naked or dressed in lingerie.
20. You are obviously handcuffed to the car as you travel, or are parked waiting for her to finish shopping. A key can be attached to a thread for emergency purposes.
21. Wearing lipstick or makeup so that it appears you have just tried to remove it, but missed some.
22. Having your picture taken in Santa’s lap at Christmas time.
23. She hands the controls of your vibrating plug, dildo to another person.
24. Having to show another person what you are wearing beneath the raincoat or cape.
25. Shining her boots at the mall.
26. Take him shopping for undergarments and have him fitted for a bra (best done if he goes in male mode)
27. Take him for a drive some distance from where Y/you live while he’s dressed (or even better partially dressed) and tell him to get out and walk home.
28. Take him to get his ears pierced making sure that it is obvious to store personnel that You are making him do it.
29. Make him get a tattoo on a part of his body which from time to time might be visible. “Sissy Slut” or “Property of Mistress” – use your imagination
30. Have couples who are friends of both of Y/you and force him to serve you and Y/your friends, explaining that he is to be used for any wish they might have.
31. Rent him out to another Domme and make sure you get the money without him even touching it.
32. Threaten to disclose to his friends at work that he is Your sissy bitch.
33. Making him dance on a stage at a local gay club.
34. Trying on high heels while wearing nylons or pantyhose under male clothing. Works better at times other than Halloween.
35. Shopping for makeup, perfumes, and other female items.
36. At adult toy stores, purchasing buttplugs, cock rings, and BD gear, while she watches from a distance.
37. Having a manicure or facial in a big-windowed parlor at the mall.
38. Buying adult incontinent supplies. Have the sub ask the clerk what size would fit best.
39. Walks up to him in the check-out line at the grocery store, holding a pair of pantyhose and says “these are what I picked up for you to wear tonight. Ok?”
40. The Mistress takes her female sub into the restroom and performs an on the spot vaginal/rectal examine, attaches a variety of ‘toys’ or clamps.
41. You are taken on a nature walk, tied to a tree, for a quickie spanking.
42. Smoking long, obviously feminine cigarettes.
43. In a parking lot or similar location, just before you will be safely hidden from spectators, she has you pause and wet yourself. You have to walk the last few yards with wet clothes.
44. When you travel alone, you are required to leave lingerie or stockings drying in the bathroom.
45. You are instructed to buy a Halloween maid’s costume. Whenever you travel you must leave it hanging in the hotel room along with your regular clothing. Leaving a pair of high heels out would work too.
46. Making him totally clean a room in your dwelling while he is tethered to that room (by a chain preferably) and don’t let him out of the room until you are satisfied or overly satisfied.
47. Make him sleep on the floor next to Y/your bed.
48. Lock him out of your bedroom for a night over several hours making sure he knows that you are pleasuring yourself or having phone sex with someone
49. Make sex conditional on how much he does in terms of housework and personal service to you.
50. Bind him/her and then leave the house, ordering him/her to get lost by the time You get back or else it’ll be his/her ass.
Degradation between you two
51. Have hubby pick one of your sexy lingerie sets out for you before a night out with your girlfriends. Remark what a shame it would be if no other men were to enjoy the look of it on you that night. Ask him if he agrees, and whether or not he encourages you to flirt openly with other men while out with the girlfriends.
52. Have him make a mold of his own penis (search “clone a willy” in Google). Once made, have him give it a long, intricate blowjob. Then fuck his ass with it before fucking his ass with your biggest dildo. Ask him whether he feels the difference between his smaller cock and a real man’s cock.
53. Make him/her pay for toys that you will never use on him and then tell him how you used them.
54. Make him/her kneel on sandpaper or rice grains facing a corner, beyond his endurance
55. Extended tickling session (that’s if he/she is ticklish).
56. For one day a week, be as bitchy to her/him as possible even if she/he’s done nothing wrong.
57. Insert a dildo or anal plug in her/him and make her/him hold it until he no longer can. If she/he makes it come out of her/his hole, make her/him tell and convince You that she/he truly wants to be Your sissy/slut and she/he wants to prove it by working up to 24-hour penetration.
58. Blindfold her/him and teach her/him how to suck cock using various fruits and vegetables, the graduate to insertables and then to the real thing, making her/him take it to completion.
59. Eat a doggie snack at lunch.
60. You have to kiss the ground whenever you leave a car.
61. You kiss the seat of her chair whenever she stands.
62. You have to eat a bite of something that has had ash flicked on it.
63. One hand is cuffed to the chair or table when you are eating.
64. On your ‘x’ anniversary, you renew your wedding vows, this time _you_ are dressed as the bride.
65. Tape rough felt or very very fine sandpaper inside a shirt over the nipples. The effect should be stimulation, not damage.
66. Keeping your legs shaved.
67. Keeping the genitals shaved.
68. Having ribbons/bows braided into the genital hair.
69. Carrying a doll around, brushing its hair, playing with it.
70. Wear a cock ring with a very long, strong, almost invisible thread attached. She can pull on this anytime. Use it as a leash.
71. Have him write words on his body in places where it won’t show: slut, cockroach, “Her Hole”, whatever kind of names work to push those buttons of his and make him feel the lovely sting of humiliation.
72. Give him instructions for ritual things to do when he’s out and about or in the bathroom- pinch himself when he’s peeing in a public bathroom, for example, say softly to himself when he’s on the bus and no kids are around, “I’m my Mistresses property to use as she wishes”, or things like that. It can have a slight adult flavor if no kids are around and it’s not actually obscene. He can do this kind of thing in places or ways that won’t risk his job or safety.
73. If it’s an option for you two to video chat, you can make him dress up in silly ways and perform silly tasks for the camera and you, sing silly songs, talk like a baby, make animal noises.
74. Orgasm denial or other types of orgasm games can be humiliating and dehumanizing for some men- “Your cock and your orgasms are mines. You will not touch or enjoy my flesh.” You can make him wear a chastity device. If he requests orgasm you could make him go out in the back yard and bark like a dog on his hands and knees, or whatever feels embarrassing and not too risky for his home life.
75. Make him reveal his body parts to you in intimate and embarrassing ways, as in bend over and spread his ass cheeks for you.
76. Have him wear a hood and tell him he’s your faceless sex toy.
Stealth dressing for (not only for feminized sissies)
77. Make him wear female deodorant and/or perfume.
78. Feminize his name, or come up with a cute ‘girly’ name to call him, and use it regularly.
79. When eating out, choose his meals for him, and be the one to give the waiter the order.
80. Have him paint your toenails and then have him paint his own.
81. Insist that he sit down when using the toilet to pee.
82. Make him carry your handbag occasionally in public.
83. Invite your friends over for a drink and have hubby serve all of your friends. Tease him while doing so: “be a good little hubby and make us a drink. – Good boy…”
84. Have him completely shave his legs and pubic hairs at least once of month. While clean-shaven, have him rub his legs and pubic area in with a female body lotion whenever it’s ‘playtime’
Sissy humiliation ideas – Feminine dressing and accessorizing to wear under clothing
86. Stockings/Garter Belts
88. Necklaces (under your shirt)
89. Nails with clear or very light pink polish
90. Chastity device
91. Earrings (studs)
92. Ankle Bracelets
93. Toe Rings
94. Polish (of your choice) for your toenails
95. Female jeans (which you noted)
96. Unisex footwear
97. Arm bracelets (underneath your shirt/top)
98. Tattoos/Tramp Stamps
99. Henna designs
100. Body piercings (Nipples, navel, etc.)
101. Slave collar ( can add owner tag)
102. Narrow cat collar with bell.
103. Single handcuff on each wrist.
104. Butt plugs. Can be worn at a business meeting.
105. Feminine rings.
106. Cock rings.
107. Baby rattle.
108. Nipple clips. [even better when seen through a sheer shirt or blouse]
109. Clip-on earrings [for the pierced impaired.]
110. A “kitty” collar with a bell, worn around the cock and balls.
111. Black or dark-colored bra under a thin white shirt.
112. Black or dark-colored panties under thin white pants or shorts.
113. Pantyhose worn with shorts.
114. Wear a frilly bikini at the beach. [or just the bottom.]
115. Naked or dressed in lingerie beneath a cape or raincoat.
116. Wearing an obviously feminine blouse (malesubs(
117. Little girls’ dresses with high heels
118. Baby hats/bonnets.
119. Obvious female flat heel shoes, worn with everyday male clothing.
120. Standard male shirt, tie, jacket, with obvious female trousers.
121. Diapers, noisy plastic pants.
122. High heels.
123. Females, braless, with a sheer white or light-colored blouse.
124. No underwear or lingerie, while wearing very thin white or light-colored pants, shorts, or skirt.
Creative uses of the semen
125. Use it as topping for ice cream Use it as a dipping sauce for chocolate, fruit or raw vegetables
126. Freeze cum into cubes and use it to cool drinks or just SUCK on the cubes
127. Make frozen cum pops
128. Mix in sauces of different kinds, to make them sweeter
129. Bake in bread and feed it to your friends….and enemies (lol)
130. Drizzle it with syrup over pancakes
131. Put it in orange juice, coffee or tea with your breakfast
132. Spread it on toast
133. Put it in your favorite energy drink
134. Use it instead of mayonnaise or mustard on your sandwich at lunch
135. Turn your dessert pie into a creampie
136. Cover hors-d’oeuvres with your cum
137. Mix it in tuna salad, egg salad, etc.
138. Eat with cheese of your choice
139. Put in in soup
140. Glaze shrimp with it prior to broiling or barbecuing
141. Use instead of butter at meals
142. Evaporate it and use the dried crystals like salt
143. drink it down plain or flavored, as an elixir of life.
144. Being allowed to lick his cum off his Mistress body is such a treat that it makes the task of consuming it almost pleasant. For maximum humiliation, She can require him to squirt directly into the depression of Her asshole as She holds Her cheeks apart. Then he must lick up every elusive drop. The disadvantage is that She cannot see his humiliation, but this can be overcome by having him perform before several spectators who can describe the action to Her and jeer him.
145. The slave must come all over Mistress’ largest dildo. Then he must lick it clean, just as if he were cleaning a real cock.
The shame of Masturbation
146. Make him cum on his salad and eat it, make him eat his cum in general
147. Ruin orgasms
148. .Cum in panties just prior to leaving for work, having to drive with a wet panty crotch.
149. When the slave has not come for a while, Mistress gives him a choice just before a meal. he either can expect an additional prolonged period without orgasm, or he must squirt all over his meal before eating it.
150. The slave must masturbate lying on his back, with his legs raised and down over his head (yoga “plow” position) so the tip of his cock is as close to his face as possible. (Extra points if he can suck his own cock!) he must come all over his face. Place a towel under his head to take care of misses.
Slave masturbates wearing an unlubricated condom. When he’s come, he must carefully remove it, not spilling a single drop. he kneels before Mistress, hands Her the condom, and waits with his head back and his mouth open. Mistress turns the condom inside out, emptying it into the slave’s mouth. Then She drops the rubber into his mouth. he must suck on his “cum-gum” until all his spending is recycled.
151. The slave must masturbate with nipple clamps on. If She cares to participate, Mistress ties a thong to the chain between the clamps and jerks on it to encourage Her slave. Of course, She forces him to keep stroking himself for quite a while before She lets him come. If he loses his erection, he is punished. If he comes too soon, he is punished *VERY* severely!
152. Slave wears adjustable nipple clamps that are *VERY* severe at the tightest setting. he begins with them fairly loose, but at the end of every minute he fails to come, Mistress tightens the clamps a half turn.
153. The slave must wear a weighted ball parachute. Weights are added if he takes too long to come.
154. The slave must masturbate while kneeling or standing barefoot on a rice-covered hard floor, or on upturned bottle caps.
155. Once he’s gotten his cock hard, the slave must coat it with a mentholated gel or “deep heat” muscle rub. Once the rub is on, he must put on a condom and continue masturbating.
156. Slave lies on his back. An electric iron is placed on his stomach. he is given the command to jerk off at the same time as Mistress plugs in the iron. Since a very gradual increase to unbearable pain is wanted, Mistress must unplug and replug the iron repeatedly. Depending on the power of the iron, something like 15 seconds on alternated with 10 seconds off might be about right. But put Your own iron-on Your thigh and check it out first!
157. The slave has as many minutes to orgasm as days since his last come. If he came yesterday, he must come in just one minute! If it’s been a week, seven minutes. If he fails, he is punished severely. A good lesson for a slave who complains that he doesn’t get to come enough!
158. Mistress rolls three dice. the slave must come before that number of minutes (3 – 18) or be punished.
159. Nothing is worse than *HAVING* to come and not be able to, especially when you’ll be punished for the failure to obey. If Your slave complains about not being allowed to orgasm often enough, take one die. The number You (or he, if you wish him to determine his own fate) roll is the number of times he *MUST* orgasm. Then roll two dice. The total is the number of minutes he has for reaching each climax. This scene can range from the luxurious — two orgasms, 12 minutes for each one — to the impossible: six orgasms with two minutes for each. A variation is to use three or four dice for the second roll and the number rolled is the total time for all the orgasms. Either way, failure to make the deadline, or to come the required number of times, must be punished.
160. Before the slave begins, he is given a glass filled with Mistress’ golden nectar. he must hold a full mouthful in his mouth without swallowing while he masturbates. When he comes, he must swallow the nectar before eating his own cum.
161. the slave is given a large container of nectar — either saved up in the refrigerator, Mistress’ mixed with his own, or the nectar of several Mistresses — and must drink it all before being allowed to come.
162. slave masturbates while lying on his back in the bathtub. When he comes, he squirts all over the front of his body. Mistress then rinses it off him . . . with a golden shower. The tub drain is closed, and the slave lies in the nectar for a time while he contemplates how lucky he is to have such a thoughtful Mistress.
162. For more intimacy, make the slave insert a finger of his non-active hand up to his own ass while jerking off. Glove and lubricate for safety.
163. Make the slave masturbate while holding in an enema. He cannot release it until he climaxes and eats his cum all up.
Cuckold Fantasy Femdom Role-playing
164. Comment on how well other men look to you and what exactly you find sexy about them. To add some spice, comment on the things you see that are bigger/better than your hubby’s (I love his big shoulders, he looks like he probably has a huge cock, he looks like he has more money than you, etc…)
165. Tell hubby that, lately, the men you come across at work or informally, you fantasize of as potential Bulls, which makes you horny. Tell him you can’t wait to have sex with other men.
166. If hubby has a boss or colleagues he doesn’t get along with, or even friends he becomes competitive around, tease him how you’d love to be fucked by one of those men and made to feel like their whore. Tell him you’d love for those men to tease him about it after fucking you.
167. Keep hubby in a cock cage for at least two full weeks. Towards the end of the second week make a point of walking around the house naked or in sexy lingerie before you go out to work or for a night out with your girlfriends but deny hubby any sexual favors. Use this opportunity to receive oral sex, or a foot or back massage. To tease him, let hubby know he’s not permitted to fuck you, but if he’s got the nerve, he’s free to call up another man to come over to fuck you while he watches.
168. For aspiring hot-wives who have not yet cuckolded their hubby, buy a condom, open it and throw away the actual condom, keeping only the wrapping. Organize a night out with your girlfriends. When you come home later that evening, suggestively give hubby the ripped open condom wrapping. When he looks up at you in shock and asks about it, tease him with it, letting him know you let another man have sex with you that night. Keep him guessing for as long as possible about whether you did or didn’t use the condom that evening. Unzip his trousers, and masturbate him slowly while teasing him, “Maybe I really did use the condom tonight…would that make you angry, or does it secretly turn you on?… Is your cock getting this hard because I’m masturbating you, or because I might have been fucked by another man tonight?…etc)
169. Another beginner idea is to set up a night with a girlfriend, which hubby is aware of, but from that point on, role-play that you’re going off on a date with a rich businessman, who, after taking you out for dinner, will be taking you back to his hotel to fuck. While with your girlfriend, send regular role-play text messages letting hubby know how things are going “with the businessman”. (“Strong, handsome looking man…certainly looks like he knows what he wants…and tonight it’s me…”, “Just arrived at his hotel…he’s booking a room right now…so nervous, but also so turned on…hope you’re still sure about all this…” “He just fucked your wife”…etc).
169. Another role-play idea is to create a cuckold scenario where you fantasize about doing as many things as possible with a Bull that you would never (or not easily do) with hubby. Be creative and think of all the things you’re sexually ‘uncomfortable’ with or things hubby hasn’t easily been able to get you to do (blowjob, receiving a facial, an mff or mmf threesome, swallowing a load of cum, receiving anal sex, receiving a golden shower, giving a rim job, receiving a rim job, having an orgasm during intercourse if this generally doesn’t happen with hubby, …etc ), and fantasize out loud about wanting to experience all these things with a Bull while hubby listens or watches.
170. Tell one of you closer girlfriends about hubby’s sexual kinks and fantasies (cuckold/femdom/strap-on/chastity cage, etc), then let hubby know you told her and share her reaction in detail.
171. Wear an anklet as often as possible when you go out, with or without hubby and make sure hubby is aware of it. Seek not only his approval but make him beg you to wear it (“So you don’t mind that other man might see the anklet and think I’m available sexually? Is that what you want? How badly do you want other men to see me as available? Why don’t you get on your knees and beg me to put it on…”)
172. Go to a club with hubby, ideally one with predominantly black men and flirt openly with strangers. Let them rub you up, buy you drinks and come on to you. Agree with hubby up front how far you can go with these men (Kiss on the lips, French kissing, a hand-job, a blowjob…) all while hubby watches from a distance.
Actual Cuckold Scenarios
173. Play the game “A Cuckold’s Delight”: Place hubby in permanent chastity for a full month, (uncaged once a day to be teased briefly before taking a shower). During that month, deny him any orgasms whatsoever, (possibly also require him to wear panties under his clothing), while performing any/all household chores. You, on the other hand, are free that month to enjoy as much leisure time as possible whilst also experiencing as many orgasms as you want…BUT hubby’s task is not only to keep your home looking tidy, and pleasure you orally whenever you desire…there’s one more catch: in the course of that month, he’s to set you up with a minimum of 1 Bull.
174. Tie hubby to a chair in the bedroom and make him watch you and your Bull have sex in the marital bed. After some intimate foreplay with french kissing, and caressing, beg your Bull out loud to fuck you. The more desperate you appear to look, the more it will drive hubby mad…
175. Have hubby lay against the headboard on the bed, as you lean against him or sit on your hands and knees in front of him. Then look into hubby’s eyes and have your Bull roughly fuck you doggy style so that hubby can feel the power of his thrusts while looking in your eyes.
176. Tie hubby to a chair in the living room and disappear off to the bedroom to have sex with your Bull, denying hubby the privilege of watching. After some time, take a break from fucking your bull. Go out into the living room where hubby’s waiting, hair a mess, makeup smeared, and have a glass of water. Say hi to your hubby, walk over to him and give him a french kiss. Then, grin at him mischievously, go back to the bedroom, close the door and lock it.
177. Give your Bull a blowjob in a semi-public place while hubby stands guard (under a bridge, in an underground car park, on a reasonably deserted beach, etc) For the more advanced hot wives, arrange to meet your Bull at the beach, and have sex on the sand at night while hubby stands lookout.
178. Spend time socializing with your Bull for 10 to 15 minutes in the living room before any action and while everybody is still fully dressed. Perhaps put on a porn movie to set the tone a bit. While socializing, or watching the movie sit next to your Bull, kissing, teasing, stroking, unbuttoning and treating him like a new boyfriend while hubby watches.
179. Have hubby beg your Bull to fuck you. Have him beg your Bull to give you what he hasn’t been able to have all these years. Demand him to say it out loud. At this stage, it’s all about humiliation. Make fun of hubby’s cock and sex skills in front of your Bull (“You see this…this is how a real man, with a real cock, fucks a woman,…etc”)
180. Go to a restaurant together with hubby and your Bull. While waiting for the main meal, take your Bull out to the car or restaurant bathroom area for a quick sex session (fucking or blowjob) then return to the table in time to enjoy your meal together. Make a point of kissing hubby on the lips when you return in order to confuse all the waiters and other guests.
181. Take off your wedding ring and have hubby take off his wedding ring, and lay them both on your stomach or chest, side by side…while your Bull is fucking you. Then have your Bull pull out and cum over both rings. Have hubby put both his and your ring back on full of your Bull’s cum.
182. Make a point of arranging that hubby drive you and your Bull around for half an hour while you and him make out in the back seat. For the more advanced hot wives, at some point, make your husband drive you and your Bull to a motel while you and your Bull both make out a bit in the back seat. Then, once you’ve arrived, check-in with your Bull and make hubby sit in the car and wait until you’re done fucking your Bull in the motel, whenever that is. Alternatively, have hubby drive you to your Bull’s house for sex. Then make him wait in your Bull’s living room while you’re taken to the bedroom to get fucked.
183. Have your Bull spend the evening at your place. Once going off to bed with hubby, arrange with your Bull that at 4 am, he is permitted to slip into your marital bed (awakening both you and hubby), then crawl between your legs and fuck you right beside hubby. For the more advanced hot wives, have hubby sleep in the guest room and spend the evening in the marital bed with your Bull. When doing this, go visit hubby once an hour in the guest room, so that he can touch, taste and smell the sex on your body. On your last visit, request that hubby wake you and your Bull up with breakfast ready for the both of you.
184. Make hubby wear women’s clothing, make-up and a wig and sit watching while your Bull fucks you. His task for the night is to be your Bull’s personal maid, fetching drinks or snacks if necessary.
185. Put your husband in chastity while your Bull is over and have your Bull wear the key around his neck as he fucks you. For the more advanced hot wives, have your Bull take the key back home with him and hold onto it until the next time he comes over. Hubby stays in chastity until that next time, so it’s in hubby’s best interest that that next time comes sooner rather than later.
186. Put your husband in chastity, tie him to a chair, and have him watch your Bull fuck you. Afterward, with hubby still strapped to the chair, have your Bull cum all over hubby’s chastity cage and cock while you watch smiling.
187. Make hubby go outside and clean your Bulls car, inside and out, while your Bull fucks you in the marital bed. As an alternative, have hubby take your Bull’s car to the carwash and pay to have it cleaned inside and out, while your Bull fucks you in the marital bed.
188. Have your Bull bend you over his knee and beg him to give you an erotic spanking in front of hubby. (I’m a very naughty girl, please spank me, daddy) Even if it hurts, let it continue for longer than you’re “comfortable” with, before finally begging your Bull to fuck you to ease the stinging. (Please, I can’t take it anymore,…please fuck me, please, I’m begging you…) This is especially effective if hubby is not permitted or encouraged to spank your bottom.
189. Get into a position where you are able to intimately kiss hubby, while your Bull fucks you. Keep the kissing going until your Bull cums inside of you. For maximum effect, when you hear your Bull is cumming, moan out loud along with him while still trying to kiss hubby.
190. Have hubby put his face inches away from your pussy while your Bull fucks you, then tell him to masturbate while doing so. For the more advanced hot wives, have your Bull cum in your pussy, or on your chest if you use condoms, and have hubby lick everything clean. An alternate idea is to have the Bull pull out and cum on hubby’s face or in his mouth.
191. When giving your Bull a blowjob have hubby come sit right next to you. Alternate between intimately sucking your Bulls cock and intimately French kissing hubby with some verbal teasing (Can you taste/smell his cock on my lips? Here, taste what a real man’s cock tastes like, etc). For the advanced hotwife, after five minutes of doing the above, grab hubby by the hair, and force his mouth down gently onto your Bull’s cock ordering him to get your Bull nice and hard before he fucks you.
192. Have hubby get your Bull hard by giving him a blowjob. Then have your Bull fuck hubby up the ass. For the more advanced hot wives, keep hubby in chastity for one week prior to meeting up with your Bull. Remove the chastity cage when the time comes for your Bull to fuck hubby up the ass. If hubby ejaculates before your Bull is done, that would be great, as he has to endure the humiliation of having your Bull continue to fuck him after he cums. If he doesn’t, and your Bull cums first, then lock his cock back up in chastity without being permitted to cum. Do not release him from chastity until the next time he puts his ass up for your Bull.
193. Take photos and video of hubby sucking other men’s cocks and getting fucked up the ass by lots of other men, then have him put a copy of all the footage on a USB stick that you keep securely. Tease him by threatening to show his closest friends and family all the footage if he ever steps out of line.
194. Consider getting a “Queen of Spades” tattoo (or something symbolizing your love of black cock) put somewhere on your body. This will ensure hubby is constantly reminded of his role as your cuckold, as well as attracting attention from any black Bulls you happen to come across…
Additional 157 ideas
*After orgasm, making sub drink his own cum
*Age Play – diapers, feeder bottles, and sippy cups, pacifier, dolls
*Always address you as mistress, ma’am, etc.
*Baby pacifier tied around the neck
*Baby pacifier to suck on (when masturbating or making love?)
*Bathroom use always with door open
*Bathroom use control – or lack of control!
*Beg for food, drinks, etc.
*Blackmail (fun) make sub compliant and obedient, make sub do anything!
*Buy him a feminine apron and make him wear it.
*Buy him kiddies utensils and a personalized kiddies plate, make him wear a bib when he is eating
* Caged/placed on restriction in cage
*Carrying a doll or toy around
*Cavity check-in private – at any time
*Cavity check punishment – forced enema, soft bananas, glycerine and suppositories
*Clip-on earrings that don’t match – jewelry – obvious string of lady’s pearl necklace
*Condition him to get aroused at things that will humiliate him then tell him you know how much he likes “xxxxxxxxxx”
*Crawl on all fours – restriction/bondage so he can only crawl
*Curtsy in public
*Deride the size of his equipment and get him to admit it should really be in panties or diapers
*Develop a tone of voice when requiring something of him or expressing your displeasure over something. It’ll be your “domme voice.”
*Diapers and forced wetting and/or soiling – bulky diapers, make him waddle
*Domme chooses clothing
*Domme chooses food
*Don’t let him talk at all.
*Dress him as a maid, tart, cleaner, doll, older lady or little girl
*Eat from a pet dish
*Eat without utensils – give him his own bib
*Enrol him for online sissy or maid training
*Eye contact restrictions
*Feed him pureed baby food
*Feed sub laxatives or use suppositories …. And wait!
*Feed submissive from hand
*Feminine necklace exposed (for males)
*Find him (or make him find) sissy friends online
*Forced flattery, such as agreeing that every decision that the dominant makes is wise, correct, and justifiable while additionally praising the dominants physical and personality traits.
*Forced masturbation in odd places. Always dress him in his ‘special’ clothes when getting him to masturbate e.g. frilly panties and bra or maid’s dress – photograph him in his frillies getting excited!
*Forced shopping for pantyhose (male)
*Forced to Undress in front of others
*Forced to be a slave
*Forced to go to bathroom in front of you (..males all fours one leg up like dog or sit to pee)
*Forced to join online humiliation (or humiliating) sites/groups
*Forced to wear a leash
*Forced to wear a sign (slut, etc.)
*Forced to wear adult diapers
*Forced to wear chains, cuffs, manacles
*Forced underwear (panties, nylons, girdles, panty-corselette, tight bra, etc.)
*Forfeits – e.g. if you play with his dick then he’s in diapers for a week, if he smokes then one/ten/twenty cigarette(s) = a day for him in girly mode as maid, cleaner, doll, diapers etc.
*Get him a bikini and make him develop tan-lines
*Get him a blow up doll and force him to make friends with it and ‘perform’ – take a pic of him with his new friend.
*Get him his own makeup bag and have him wear lipstick around the house
*Give him a girls name and make him use it
*Give him a new hobby like sewing or knitting
*Give him a slave or girls name and use it with him in public to remind him.
*Give him written punishments – lines or essays on ‘how much he likes to….’ in neatest handwriting. variation: force him to use his non-writing hand
*Gradually dispose of his male underpants and substitute his new wardrobe from frillies to directoires.
*Handcuffs in public
*Have him insert a butt plug just before company arrives or before you both go out for an evening. Smile at him whenever he sits down.
*Have him keep a journal in which he records his thoughts and submissive feelings. Read it once a week while he is bound or helpless.
*Have slave hold a dime to the wall with nose while holding ass cheeks apart for inspection.
*Have slave wear food on face/clothes.
*His own website –diary, blog, pictures
*Hood, head mask, (zippered can be fun to close the mouth, eyes)
*If She has a strap-on, Mistress can fuck Her slave while he jerks off. Make him ask or beg to be fucked.
*If you masturbate him always get him to ask politely to be touched and always make him cum in humiliating attire. Make him cum into a plastic cup or similar – get him to fetch his cumming potty.
*Immobilization – saran wrap mummification or restriction
*In restaurant order food for your subbie (He will be having…)
*Insist he read some of your “women’s magazines” and romance novels if you read them.
*Invite your friends over for tea and make him serve it. If your friends are amicable make him put on an impromtu show.
*It’s humiliating to have to masturbate for your sexual satisfaction, particularly if you must put on a show. It’s also humiliating for a “straight” man to have something up his ass. So assplay and jerking off is a perfect combination. For starters, make the slave masturbate with a butt plug inserted. If you have a dildo you can mount on a board, have him “ride” it up and down while he jerks off.
*Lay down specific times and schedule for him and treat him like a little kid…
*Lead on a leash while having a rubber bone in the mouth
*Leave bathroom door opened
*Leave or text note with embarrassing instructions
*Let him stand in the corner for extended periods and/or write out assignments/lines
*Lock him in a pantie-corselette, diapers, dress etc
*Made to crawl – shackled bound so he can’t stand
*Made to use a cat litter box
*Made to walk in heels
*Maid services – Make him do housework naked or dressed in women’s clothes
*Make a habit of sliding your hand into his crotch and saying something like, “Getting to be a horny sub are we?” Or, “Since Mr. Willy belongs only to me, I can fondle him whenever I wish? but you may not.” Or say nothing at all: just smile and give him a kiss on the cheek or a pat on the head.
*Make a list of rules for the slave for public and private
*Make him enthuse about how much he likes e.g. his new name, his new clothes/wardrobe, housework, his new hobby and so on
*Make him give himself an enema and time how long he holds it in. Set targets.
*Make him give requests/undertakings when he is aroused – e.g. asking to be dressed girly/wear lipstick/nail polish/put in diapers 24/7 and for how long
*Make him only eat oats without sugar for all his meals without using cutlery out of a bowl. Use a separate bowl for water.
*Make him scrub the floors naked or clean the toilet with an old toothbrush.
*Make him sit at the table with his finger on his lip or his hands on his head while you eat.
*Make him sit on the toilet to pee.
*Make him think of a new way for you to humiliate him
*Make him use baby feeder cup
*Make him walk on his tiptoes. Stick double-sided tape under his heels to see they touch the floor.
*Make him wear female deodorant or baby powder
*Make him wear women’s camisoles under his shirts always
*Make subbie wear makeup
*Mask – latex – give him doll or girlie face
*Micro-management – Detailed accountability and control as to time spent or activities are done, including a list of jobs to do, precise directions as to how the housework is to be performed, and exactly how to act and behave.
*Nipple piercings/rings under see-thru top
*Noisy plastic pants (with diapers)
*Numb or clamp his tongue – give him a speech impediment
*Order him to fetch the newspaper or post while wearing an article of your clothing. Lock him outside.
*Paint his toenails.
*Pantyhose work well with shorts (male)
*Pet roles (act like a dog, cat, etc.)
*Pink Tee shirts will make a great addition to his wardrobe. Look for Tees with suitable messages/names printed on them
*Prohibitions or restrictions on clothing, a common example is being mandated to only wear revealing bikinis or lingerie or including feminizing or cross-dressing.
*Record really embarrassing sessions and make them watch it
*Send him emails in which you mention his submissive behavior or address him as your sub, slave, servant, boytoy, maid, girlie or whatever. Or send text messages.
*Serving other(s) (..clean friends place, tea party)
*Shave all body hair
*Shave his legs and make him go out wearing shorts.
*Shave pubic hair
*Shopping with dildo or butt plug in the ass while wearing control top panties/pantie girdle
*Sign him up at a BDSM message board and tell everybody what he has done wrong.
*Slave made to sit on a wooden chair with a dildo up his butt while being scolded.
*Slave tattoos (temporary, henna, permanent marker)
*Speech restriction, limited vocabulary, special babyish or childish words – make him lisp
*Speech rules – make him use humiliating words for anything of your choosing – clothing, utensils, body parts etc
*Spell Slave sub or whatever with suntan lotion & get tan
*Stand in the corner
*Stand slave in the corner (pants down)
*Style and/or dye his hair – wigs
*Substitute hotpants or little boy velvet-type shorts for his shorts
*Swallow own fluid
*Take him shopping and spray him with perfume.
*Tie a piece of fish line onto a ball harness and lead him with it around while shopping. He will never leave your side.
*Try to find him pink pajamas. Or make him wear a nightdress or babydolls in bed.
*Use saran wrap to bind legs (gives him small steps) or arms (restricted movement) or mummify him
*Verbal Abuse (see comments toward the end of this post)
*Wear (locking) Collar everywhere
*Wear a T-shirt that says I’m a sissy boy, I belong to Mistress, I am a girlie etc.
*Wear a bra and get a tan (males)
*Wear bra under see-thru top
*Wear chains from hand to feet that keep slave on all fours / bent over.
*Wear chains or manacles
*Wear clothes that are ripped
*Wear diapers while immobilized
*Wear panties under see thru clothes
*Wear tight bra under clothes
*Wear unmatching clothes
*When eating out, choose his meals for him. Order a ladies steak or a childs meal for him.
*Write a punishment or reward on a piece of paper and keep them in a bottle. Let him choose one randomly. Add new ones every week.
*Write on body (slut, sissy, etc.)
Whatever you do, always start small and work up. Take time to find tolerance level. . . You can tie a rope around the balls in all sorts of patterns, or just tie them so they can’t get away and give it a pull. Hit them… start with light pats and build up from there 1 being light pats, 9 is using them as a speed bag. Ballbusting might sound like a good idea to start with but it is better to take it easy.
Same thing with the cock. Start maybe with squeezing, then pulling or even pulling the skin waaaaay back. Slap it hit it.. again start small and work up, open hand, softer objects like fly swatter or crop, working up to more drastic ways.
For the most part, just uses your imagination.
Have fun! If it isn’t fun, do you really want to do it?
There is nothing like someone else gripping your balls in her/his hand and squeezingSpray capsaicin or bengay or icy-hot on the nuts.
1. Use acupuncture needles – to stimulate you nut chi – they are super fine and won’t do a lot of damage but the mind fuck of having to put several in the nuts all at once. hmmm could be torture.
2. Use a tens unit on each ball and turn the unit up slow or fast until it’s maxed out.
3. Use a ball crusher
4. Zap your balls with an electric fly swatter.
5. Use a stun gun on the balls. There are two feelings; One is when the contacts are put directly into the ball, the feeling is intense but sounds like a ticking. The other is when the stun gun is held an eighth of an inch above the ball, then the voltage will jump to the ball from both prongs, more intense and better visual as you see the blue arc of the sparking, makes a popping sound too.
6. I love when my Goddess is dishing out punishment and makes me stand spread eagle in the doorway and kicks my balls. She will do so repeatedly while making me stand up straight when I am doubling over. She usually follows this up with me laying only back, legs spread while She squeezes my balls and then She turns to punch them, it will be 20 to 30 times before she is satisfied.
7. Isolating a testicle in one hand between the thumb and a couple of fingers, working it away from the body, compressing and rolling it until it is stretched to its maximum and nearly nothing left of the swollen ball it once was. Then she/he starts on the other…
8. Tied tight till they are purple and the veins popping out then with a heavy rubber band flip the veins till balls are covered with blisters, healing takes days, really hurts doing this
9. I love when a girl has a grip on my balls, with them pulled tight at the end of the sack… then proceeds to punch them repeatedly until I fall down to the ground. Takes quite a few hits, but each time I get lower and lower until I can’t take it anymore.
10. I like my balls to be sat on! Just bare ass and pussy on my bare balls on board. Nothing more personal then smashing them with the very part of a woman that can give the ultimate pleasure!
11. Get some cotton rope. Great for raping around the base of the cock and balls to push the balls out from the body and make them more sensitive and vulnerable. You could also make a leash and “walk you boy” around the house.
12. Lower the testicles into a glass of ice water. That in itself is quite painful. Then jerk off and when you cum with frozen balls, it feels like someone has pushed a red hot nail through each testicle. The ache lasts for an hour or more.
13. Prepare a bowl of ice water and while it chills masturbate or, if you have a master or Mistress they could warm up the slave parts with torture and teasing. When the sub’s cock and balls are overheated and he or you are begging to cum it is time. Balls ties so they cannot retreat up inside, the sub plunges his parts into the bowl of ice water and holds them as long as you can tolerate it, or until granted permission to remove them if submitting to another’s control. Short dunking, maybe 15-20 seconds to start. Soak for longer and longer as tolerated/directed. No touching when removed. If desired or permitted, shooting hot cum through a frozen cock is a wonderful sensation.
14. I just love it when a firm feminine hand reaches from behind and pulls them back and up as hard as she can, squeezing at the same time.
15. Lying on my back with my legs spread as she repeatedly knees me in the balls until I’m ready to puke.
16. Stun gun. I *STRONGLY SUGGEST the submissive, masochistic, lucky bottom be in a position where they simply can not fall. Perhaps they are lying down. Perhaps they are restrained in a way that safely supports their full body weight even if they go totally limp, or totally extended the muscles supporting their weight. Chairs fall over and folks fall off them. But a well-planned sitting position could work. Take a tube of roofing caulk or glue (Big, Wide tubes) and after it’s been used up, cut the pointy end off, clean out the insides, place your balls in there and then put it into the gun. This will keep your nuts in place while you crush them.
17. Testicle-crushing machine. You will need:
A small, automatic blood pressure machine
A pediatric cuff for the machine
Some rope, rubber bands, paracord, etc. to bind your balls
It’s pretty simple. Just tie or rubber band above your balls, trapping them in your sac. Connect the pediatric cuff to the machine, and wrap the cuff tightly around your balls. Hit the Start button on the machine and feel it slowly crushing your balls. When will it stop? Who knows? That’s part of the excitement. It stops at different pressures each time (and gives an Error message). But there’s really no error here 😉 It does an awesome job of crushing your nuts
18. I like for a female to tie my balls so they’re separated, then pull my sack tighter and tighter til my balls really stand out, then use her other hand to flick each ball with a fingertip, scrape her nails over them and dig them in.
19. Stuff them in my Mistress’s cunt and have her squeeze them hard with her muscles as she came hard from riding my bloated nuts.
20. Get a couple of squares of plexiglass and a couple of c clamps.. See how flat you can get them
21. Scrotum Tug of War. Two slaves on all fours, Dom puts humbler on each slave’s ball sack. Slaves are butt to butt and now a 6ft. chain/rope is attached to each humbler. Move slaves forward just so the chain/rope is taught. Attach a flag in the middle of the chain. Goal lines are ten feet apart. Each slave has a Dom/Domme assigned to them with a riding crop. Slaves’ asses will be whipped to encourage them forward.
The command is given…”PULL” and their asses whipped.
22. Supposedly this is an old Native American torture. Stake someone out face up spread eagle, then wrap a piece of wet leather around the testicles. As the Sundries the leather, it shrinks and slowly crushes the victim’s balls. Or get a magnifying glass and direct the suns rays towards the sac (other parts of the bodywork too – depends on your kink) go as soft or heavy as you like.
23. Execution-style ball hanging. Like hanging by the neck, balls are tied securely at the base with a noose or loops with the other end of the rope or cord is tied securely to something overhead. You’re standing on a high chair or ladder (or on a ledge or something) and the chair/ladder is kicked from under you, or you’re pushed off the ledge or jump. Hanging by the balls
24. Put them into a humbler.
25. Use insects to torture the balls.
Crickets – They just love pre-cum and cum when it either leaks out or is shot out of cock, they go nuts around the head especially the piss hole, just drinking your pre-cum and your thick white juice as it leaks from your cock and if it leaks down on the balls they bite the balls and eat as well.
Buy them a day before you want to use them so they are hungry. Coat cock and balls with sugar water, or slice an orange and squeeze the juice onto cock and balls. Crickets not only bite, but they bite off a piece of flesh and eat it. Feeling them crawl on cock and balls, and not knowing when they will bite, and then feeling multiple bites at the same time is amazing.
Redwood wasps – They inject over and over and bite at the same time. Catch them by a wing using normally closed tweezers, after holding them on balls or cockhead they will do their thing. I always release them after they have given their all.
Yellowjackets and small ground hornets – Will sting, allergies may be an issue for some but the continued exposure actually will help develop resistance. Take some ground beef and pulverize it in a blender. Then staked out in the back yard and spread the finely ground beef on balls. Yellowjackets LOVE raw meat. After a while, a few will appear and land on the balls to get some of that stuff. Annoy them a bit and they will sting.
Red ants – Sit over a red ant hill. Punched a hole thru it and they will come out in hoards. Drop the ball sack right into them. They will attack with a furry. They bite and sting which makes them seem bent over.
26. 2 Paint sticks and two decent elastics. Place balls between paints and start tightening the elastics. Pretty simple and easy.
27. Target practice. A paintball gun is way too powerful. It is very unlikely a nut would survive. A good fantasy but would definitely break the toys. A tennis ball and bean bags would be great. In fact. Really hurts even when not thrown very hard
28. Hang balls in the corner pocket of a pool table.
It was a rare day when her master called on her. Even rarer lately. Apparently, this cold Friday was one of the rare ones. No one in her life knew she had a master, not even her husband. She had met him online a few months before, knowing only that she needed something different. Something to challenge her.
As they met on a regular basis for the first little while, she was challenged plenty. She was used, hurt, chewed up and spit out, and still, she wanted more. So whenever he called, she came.
And now he called again. “This will be the last time,” he said. “This is what I’ve been preparing you for.” She protested the idea that it would be the last time. “Too bad. I’m your master, and this is my final set of orders. You’ll do as I say.”
Disappointed, she finally said, “Yes, Sir.”
So she followed his orders. Before leaving, she left a note for her husband, letting him know she had to go away for the weekend on business.
Then she went to the drug store he told her to and picked up the order for Mr. Hand. The clerk looked at her a bit funny but gave her the bag. As ordered, she didn’t peek inside.
She took it to the dive of a hotel he asked her to join him at and went immediately up to his room. She was to join him for the weekend.
Immediately upon entering, he removed all of her clothes and put them in a bag. He told her to open the bag from the drugstore. Inside was a package of adult diapers. She shuddered a little. Thought of old people wearing them, and using them, and being changed.
He noticed and laughed. “Put one on,” he ordered. It took her a while to figure out the tape and how to get it to stay on securely. She saw herself in the mirror and was disgusted at how it ruined the shape of her body. A big plastic white bulge where her hips should be.
She kept her eyes down, never looking him in the face, as was their custom. He grabbed her hair and dragged her to the tiny dingy little hotel bathroom.
“Drink from the toilet,” he growled. She hesitated. He grabbed her hair and stuffed her head into the toilet. After a moment of gasping, he pulled it back out. “When I tell you to do something, you do it.”
So she drank from the toilet like a dog. He pulled out a camera and took pictures of her doing it. She tried to protest, but he shoved her head back into the toilet.
She whimpered, embarrassed beyond belief. Nothing he’d made her do so far had been anything like this. After a while, he gently wiped the toilet water off her face.
Someone knocked on the hotel room door. He gave her a wad of cash and told her to answer the door, as she was. Mortified, she did so. It was a pizza delivery man. He, clearly even more shocked than she was, hesitated. She handed him the cash, more than enough for the pizzas he was delivering, took the pizzas, and slammed the door in his face.
“That wasn’t very nice,” her master said with a grin. Next time you’ll have to be more courteous. She almost panicked, thinking next time?
He brought her back to the bathroom and used zip-ties around her wrists, tying her arms together behind her back. He then took a piece of rope and tied the zip-tie to the u-pipe behind the toilet.
He put one of the pizzas on the ground in front of her. She was starving hungry, but without her hands, she wasn’t sure how she would be able to eat.
“I’m leaving. I’ll be back in about an hour. Enjoy your pizza.”
After he left, with her clothes, she sat there wondering what to do. Eventually, hunger got the best of her and she started eating the pizza right off the floor. It was greasy pizza but had thankfully cooled off a bit since it arrived. After a while, she was thirsty but refused to drink from the toilet.
Eventually, her stomach was starting to growl. The greasy food had run straight through her, and now wanted out. She held it in as best she could, hoping her master would come back soon and let her use the toilet.
He did come back, eventually. He smelled like vodka, and the bag with her clothes in it wasn’t on him when he returned. She begged and pleaded to use the toilet, but all he said was “No.”
He went into the other room and started watching TV. She could hear him eating the other pizza that had been ordered. She curled up into a ball and whimpered, unable to think of anything but her need to use the toilet.
About an hour later, cramping up beyond belief, her body let go on its own. The diaper filled up with shit. She moaned as she felt the mess building; it was a huge relief. A few seconds later the smell hit and she got nauseous.
Her master came in the room, grinning. She lay on the floor, disgusted with herself. “Well, now we’re getting somewhere.”
He cut the zip tie and retied the rope around one of her wrists. He also took a picture of her, looking messy from eating pizza like a pig and with a full diaper.
“From now until 8PM on Saturday, you’re not allowed to use the toilet. You will drink only from the toilet, and you will eat everything I put in front of you. You may not leave the bathroom unless I say so, and you may not change your diaper. If you violate any of these rules, there will be punishment and you will be tied back up. Do you understand?”
He gave her a pillow from the bed and a blanket put a Do Not Disturb sign on the door of the hotel room and closed her bathroom door. Outside, she could once again hear her master eating and watching television.
Exhausted and humiliated, she fell asleep eventually.
She was woken up suddenly, however, a few hours later. Her master was shaking her. She woke up groggily and looked up at him, taking a rare glance at his eyes. He was enjoying this, she could tell.
“One more thing. For the weekend, whenever I need it, you will be my urinal. I expect you to drink every drop that I piss into your mouth, and to lick up anything that spills onto the floor. If you fail in this, it will get worse.”
He pulled her up onto her knees, and she opened her mouth, still too groggy to argue. The position was familiar enough from previous sessions, even if the act was not. How bad can it be, she thought naively.
And then the stream went in her mouth. And it made her gag. She tried her best to swallow it all, but there seemed to be an endless amount of it. She drank and a lot of spilled. When he was done, he had a massive hardon.
“Lick it up from the floor, cunt. I want this floor spotless.” As she licked it up, still retching a bit, he stood over her, jerking off. As he came, he yanked her up by her hair and came in it. He rubbed the cum into her hair like it was shampoo and then went to wash his hands.
“Not bad, for the first time. Your training is going well. Go back to sleep now.”