Sensual touching or caressing is a like a form of artful expression. Close your eyes and picture yourself painting a picture, using only the softest brush stokes that bring out the soft hues of your color. See yourself painting a pattern on your partner’s body using your fingers and hand to develop a soft color design. Sensual touching/caressing, is designed to relax or relieve the stress of a long day you or your partner may be feeling, it is not necessarily sexual, but it can be used to arouse and stimulate your partner, in one of the most fantastic intimate experiences they have ever had,.

After years of practical experience on my Master – husband and some research into the subject, I have developed my own way of using sensual touching / caressing. You may know your partner better then he or she may know themselves, you can develop your own unique way of touching / caressing the right spots on your partner, to reach that most relaxing, moaning and, for them, almost purring sensations to lose all thoughts of the day and be asleep in no time, or to stimulate and arose their sexual desires until your partner is extremely aroused that the slightest touch to his body excites him. You can arose your partner to the point that one type of caressing can have them ready to explode, while another type of caressing can prolong their / pleasure  into an evening of fantastic sex for both. This method is easy to learn and needs no special tools except your own hands. Using flat palms, finger tips and your finger nails in various ways is quite effective in creating the perfect effect for relaxation or arousal for you and your partner.

First step: Set the scene for the room.

Rather you are doing the caressing for relaxation or sexual arousal, set up the room to include your other senses. Stimulating sight, sound and scent can play a big part in the way you perform your technique. This step can be done before your partner gets home from a long day or you can do it together in a way you both are happy. This should be your first step, because after you perform the second step, you may not want to take the time to set the mood for the room before starting your scene.

Here are a few ideas for setting the room.

• Set the lighting to your comfort zone. One item I found most enjoyable was a simple humidifier. It not only created relaxing light changes but I could also add scented oils to the water. This one item could then be used for the comfort of two of your senses, sight and smell. By placing a little lavender oil (or your favorite relaxing scent) in the humidifier, works great.
• Set the temperature in the room where you are most comfortable.
• Your sense of smell, use scented candles, incense, potpourri, scented oils, which ever is your favorite relaxing or stimulating scent.
• Sound, your sense of hearing. Put on some of your favorite music or whatever sound you can relax too the best or arouses you the most. Soft music or sounds of nature I found most relaxing. For some of you no sound at all is very relaxing.
• Remember you are setting the scene that bests suits you and your partner for whichever reason you are performing the sensual touching/caressing.

Step Two: Getting you and your partner ready to relax.

Get comfortable before starting any scene with your partner, if one of you is uncomfortable with how things are set up, then the experience will not be as enjoyable. Find that comfort Zone, what works best for both of you? If you have been together as a couple long enough, then most likely you will know how to Find and Stay within Each Others Comfort Zone.

1. Experiment with different things you can do together to set the scene, and make it an easy part of your daily routine before bed, so that it not only feels relaxing, but it also looks and smells relaxing.
2. One idea that worked well for us, was taking an evening shower together. Besides having a clean body to caress afterwards, it gives both of you some good bonding time with an early start on the caressing by helping each other bathe. Speaking for myself, I found it most enjoyable, comfortable and arousing, bathing my husband in the shower. Being there with him and caressing his naked body with a soapy bath puff, was enjoyable for both of us. That is just one method to start the scene for you and your partner.
3. Clothing;  Clothing is optional, decide rather you want to wear some kind of comfortable clothing or no clothing at all, by this I mean wearing something that is not only comfortable, like boxer underwear or panties. If you are a bit on the bashful side about being totally naked, then a little clothing will keep you in your comfort zone. The less clothing the better, as you will want to have most of your partner’s body bare to perform your touching/caressing technique. For the best experience no clothing at all is recommended. But remember, if you are caressing your partner to relax him, if he usually wears something to sleep in, make sure to have the items ready for him or her to put on before the touching/caressing puts them to sleep. I found it quite difficult to put my husbands sleeping pants on after he fell asleep from the caressing.

Now that you have the room in the right setting, its time to pick your spot to perform the sensual touching/caressing. You can use the bed or the floor especially if you have soft carpeting. I prefer using the bed as it offers the best comfort, plus if your partner falls asleep; he is already in the bed.

For the purpose of explaining this technique lets say we are using the bed. After you get your partner lying on the bed, (you can start with either side first, facing up or down is optional) position yourself in a comfortable way, either sitting or laying down close to your partner. Closeness to your partner is part of the technique, so lay or sit as close to him or her as is comfortable and still giving you a good position to work your sensual magic. Your comfort is as important as your partners.

Practice using your hands for a very light and soft touch. Start with flat palms caressing very softly, as if you were rubbing an infants tummy. Let’s say your partner is lying on his of her belly. Starting at the shoulders begin to gently to caress across his back very softly with your palms, moving your hand across his back from one side to the other working your way down to the buttocks, the caress your way back up to his neck. Extend and spread your fingers and work your hand through his hair caressing his scalp, letting your fingers slide through his hair for several seconds. Then work you hand back down to his back, this time caressing lengthwise up and down his back, continuing along the legs, all the way to the feet and back up again. Repeat this step for several minutes to sensitize and stimulate your partner’s sense to touch. Than have him turn over and repeat the same technique across his chest, around his neck, working your way down his belly over the tops of his legs to the feet then back up again.

The fingertips can now be used excite your partners sensation even more. Using just the tips of your fingers begin moving them over his skin very softly tracing different designs in several directions across your partner’s body.

Example: Draw different sizes of the figure eight across his back.

That is just one example, you can also do circles, straight lines or run your fingers along the lines and curves of your partners back as if you were tracing out each individual muscle and curve of your partners body. This technique can be done on the back, chest, legs, arms and even the face, just about anywhere on your partner’s body you can run your fingers over. This type of caressing/touching will begin to heighten the senses even more then the flat of your palms, from the stimulation created over the surface of the skin. Changing the amount of the pressure of your touching/caressing from soft, medium to a bit harder will cause an increase the flow of blood to the surface of the skin, thus increasing the sensation of pleasure your partner receives. This technique not only feels wonderful, it is also fun to do, unless your partner happens to be ticklish, if so you may not get to the point of using your fingertips and fingernails, if your partner feels like he’s being tickled to death. Use the fingertip technique for several minutes then switch to the fingernails.

Using your fingernails softly trace up and down your partners back, then softly scratch from side to side across his back, then caress the scratches back down with the flat of your palms. Depending on what your partner likes will determine how hard or light you will be able to use your fingernails on his skin. This can be done on any part of your partner’s body that he feels comfortable letting you scratch with your fingernails. This technique will stimulate the blood flow even more increasing the sensation of pleasure for your partner. Do not be alarmed if you see light scratch marks, just remember to be cautious and not scratch so hard that you break the skin open which can cause bleeding. That can ruin the whole routine you have worked up too, unless your partner is into that type of pain/pleasure. Remember to follow each scratching session with the flat of your palms smoothing it back down, in this way it completes the sensation you are trying to achieve.

At this point, you are at a good position to choose to continue the caressing your partners body for the relaxation effect,  or move on to the next step which will arouse and stimulate you and your partner for some great sexual fun.

Step Three: Arousing your partner for a fantastic sexual experience.

Caressing your partner’s genital area is optional; this step depends entirely on the person and what they like. This step can and most times will be quite arousing for you and your partner. Use one or two fingers to gently trace around the edges of the genital area at first. Trace small circles or straight lines around the edge first, working your way closer to his sex, (I will refer this step as if performing the technique on a man, if doing this for the female partner, the fingers would be sliding in and out of the lips of her pussy) tracing circles around his balls then up around his cock as if you were drawing an outline of his cock in whatever position it happens to be in, without moving the cock..  Then caress away from the genital area moving back down the legs and up the side of the legs back to the belly and chest, all the way to the neck. This step will arouse your partner with anticipation for more and produce a hard cock or a moist pussy. After a minute or so caressing the legs and chest make your way back to the genital area, again tracing lines around the balls and cock only this time lightly, as soft as a feather let your fingers caress along the shaft of his cock, then down around each testicle before moving back up the cock again.

Now by this time you stimulate your partner into a more erotic frenzy for some sexual play. It all depends on how both of you feel and what goal you are attempting to achieve, relaxation from a hard day or some fantastic sexual bonding.

Review:

I prefer starting with my partner on his back first, but you can do either side first.

Start with a flat palms first caress working your hands over the full length of his body front and back, including running your fingers through his hair several times.

Work the flat palms in straight motions down his back across his buttocks all the way down his upper leg as far as you can reach comfortable, without have to change your position.

Shift your position if necessary to reach the lower parts of the legs and feet. But remember, your comfort while performing the touching/caressing is just as important as your partners, who is receiving the touching/caressing.

I would usually choose to caress the upper parts of his body well before shifting my position to reach the lower parts of his legs and feet.

Using just your fingertips, begin moving them over his skin very softly tracing different designs in several directions across your partner’s body.

Using your fingernails softly trace up and down your partners back, then softly scratch from side to side across his back, then caress the scratches back down with the flat palms.

Know matter who is the giver and who is the receiver, either way, it works great for both partners as a unique bonding method that will enhance your intimacy together. It will also add spice to your life while bringing you closer together. Massage oils or lotions are not necessary for this type of touching/caressing and so it is best to not use them as it is only light touching and not massaging. The oils and lotions can change the affect of what you are attempting to do.

This paper is a work in progress, thanks for enjoying it. Asha`di

Written by:
Asha`di
2007 ©

01 Instant Gratification 2 Instant Gratification
03 Down Low 2 Down Low
02 Champagne & Cocaine [Explicit] 2 Champagne & Cocaine [Explicit]
04 Animal 2 Animal

Biography:
Cheeks (born Bradley C. Bell; October 4, 1985) is an American multimedia artist based out of Los Angeles, California. Born and raised in Dallas, Texas, he began his career at an early age doing commercials and theater. Cheeks studied film and acting before branching out to write, perform and produce electro pop music in 2008.

Cheeks released his sophomore EP, Glambition, on September 1, 2009, independently. The EP reached number 3 on iTunes and number 8 on the Amazon electronica charts on its day of release. In addition to music, Cheeks continues to produce a variety of mixed media content including socio-satirical videos on both his You Tube channel, GoCheeksGo, and his website, Cheekstv.com. A series of podcasts, Cheeks: Unbuttoned, can be found on his own social network, Cheektopia.

Early Life And Training

Cheeks began showcasing his interests in entertainment as a young child in Dallas, Texas. His aunt, a 5th grade teacher, nurtured his talents and urged him to perform songs for her class by artists such as Paula Abdul and the Beach Boys. He was cast in several commercials and theater productions during these early years. He developed an interest in film production while attending high school; eventually forming a film club which allowed other students that shared common interests an environment to hone their skills.

Following high school, Cheeks decided to move to Los Angeles, California in 2004 to develop his knowledge of the entertainment industry. He studied film production with a strong interest in editing at Los Angeles City College. During this time he began making short horror films and music videos, this would later lead to experimentation with his own music.

Cheeks continued his studies at The Second City Training Center, an improv-based sketch comedy theater and training center with an alumni list that includes John Belushi, Steve Carrell and Tina Fey to name a few. He performed in a graduate show, Stereotypecast, a humorous exploration of the way minorities are viewed by the mainstream.

Television Leads To Inspiration

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In addition to his early commercial roles, Cheeks appeared in 2006 on MTV in Why Can’t I Be You?, a reality show featuring ordinary people wishing to gain self improvement and emulate characteristics of others more outgoing and confident than themselves. Cheeks coached his pupil on techniques for building a stronger self image. This appearance would become the catalyst that allowed Cheeks to discover his ability and desire to motivate others to gain their own self awareness through positive affirmations; he would later utilize his social network account on Twitter to spread motivational messages of hope and love.

Character Roles

Cheeks continued to pursue his love of acting in several independent projects. He collaborated with Dana Lauren, an actress and producer, playing a character named Chad in the internet based show Bruno’s; a satirical series based on the true adventures of working in a wacky restaurant. The series was launched on Roband.tv.

In 2008 Cheeks landed the role of Basil in Lushes, directed by Ash Christian of Fat Girls (2006) fame. The film chronicles the tale of two “Transtastic” drag queens, Cork (Ash Christian) and Desi (Parker Torres) that have set out to make a name for themselves in the formidable bar scene of the West Coast. Cheeks portrayal of Basil, the arch nemesis of Cork and Desi, received critical acclaim during its 2009 run at Frameline Film Festival, a San Francisco based LGBT film showcase by reviewer Jay C. Bird “Basil…performed with such perfect sexual ambiguity in style, fashion, manner and humor”. The short film was also featured at Outfest 2009 in Los Angeles, CA and at the Indianapolis LGBT film festival.

Following his success in Lushes, Cheeks appeared in the comedic Doormat: It’s a Boy!, a digital film series by writer/director Erik Larson. Doormat is a three part series based on the adventures of Aunt Doreena, played by Uncle Alice, as she adjusts to life in her new neighborhood. In part 2 of the series, Cheeks plays Xoie, a character with a couple of secrets to hide, the new girlfriend of Auntie Doreena’s favorite nephew, Buckley, played by Christopher Logan. The series premiere is yet to be announced.

In 2010, Cheeks will appear in the thriller, Dreamkiller, as Julian Stoli. The film is set for a limited theatrical run beginning in January.

Cheeks is currently developing a webisode series, Frontmen, for release in Summer, 2010.

Internet: Building A Following

In 2008, Cheeks created his own You Tube channel, GoCheeksGo, focusing a large portion his efforts on the development of Internet based content after recognizing the opportunities afforded to progressive artists through consistent exposure to new audiences and the ability to spread his work through viral video.

His popularity grew as he introduced such comedic videos as It’s Hard Out Here for a Cheeks, 7 Things to Hate About Me, and the socio-satirical commentary on Miss California DETHRONED! capturing the attention of celebrity internet blogger Perez Hilton.

In June 2009, Cheeks urged his fans to follow him into the 21st century by launching a new video, Things You’d NEVER Twitter, to officially launch his Twitter account, @GoCheeksGo. It was on Twitter that Cheeks began to provide followers with motivational affirmations encouraging people of the power of positive thinking. Following the launch, Cheeks placed 8th in overall competition for the Mr. Twitter Universe, an online contest where followers nominated their favorite Twitter personalities. One month later, followers voted him to a 3rd place finish in the Ultimate World Mr. Twitter contest. Currently Cheeks is ranked as 25th most popular account in Hollywood by Twitterholic.com.

In August 2009, on the heels of this surge in popularity, Cheeks founded his own social network, Cheektopia, a community where members are encouraged to ’share, create, explore’ through self expression and connectivity with one another. In September 2009, a podcast series, Cheeks:Unbuttoned, was launched on the network, resulting in membership levels tripling in the first day of release.

Music emerges

Cheeks began experimenting with music as a medium while still pursuing his studies in film and acting. With such early musical influences as Depeche Mode, Britney Spears, and Madonna, the resulting sound emerged in the electro pop genre. This early experimentation captured the attention of writer/director Liz Adams who commissioned Cheeks to co-write and record the title song for her horror short Side Effect; a film that went on to win awards at film festivals around the world.

In September 2008, Cheeks independently released his first EP, The Boy From Venus, on iTunes. Through self promotion on his MySpace page, Cheeks began to build a sizable following for his music.

Encouraged by positive feedback and digital album sales, Cheeks went to work on what would become his second independent album. On September 1, 2009 his sophomore EP, Glambition, was released worldwide. The EP began climbing the electronica album charts on iTunes and Amazon within hours of release; capturing the attention and praise by fellow artist Adam Lambert, “GREAT hard electropop!!!!”. LA Celebrity Examiner music critic Viviane Feilhaber states “The four song EP blends synthetic production, unrepentant naughtiness, and pulsating beats…”.

On September 27, 2009, Cheeks released a collection of ringtones on iTunes and Voeveo titled, Put a Ringtone On It; a mixture of whimsical and inspirational messages for cell phones.

Cheeks released a video for the single “Down Low” on his You Tube channel that was well received by fans and critics. A video for the single “Instant Gratification” was released on January 29, 2010.

Personal Life

Cheeks dated American Idol Season 8 runner up Adam Lambert from 2006-2008, before Lambert’s rise to fame. Their relationship was publicly chronicled when photographs of them kissing surfaced, placing it at the center of a national controversy and landing the story on the The O’Reilly Factor. Additional pictures later surfaced including images of Cheeks and Lambert performing together as an act at the 2006 Burning Man Festival. Pictures of them at the 2007 Blue Blood Halloween Party in Hollywood were published in the April 20th, 2009 issue of Star Magazine and the June 25th, 2009 edition of Rolling Stone. Reports later surfaced on Geno’s World that Cheeks had declined multiple offers to sell details of their relationship to the press.

As authorities nationwide warn motorists of the dangers of driving while texting, Florida Keys law enforcement officers add a new caution: Don’t try to shave your privates, either.

Florida Highway Patrol troopers say a two-vehicle crash Tuesday at Mile Marker 21 on Cudjoe Key was caused by a 37-year-old woman driver who was shaving her bikini area while her ex-husband took the wheel from the passenger seat.

“She said she was meeting her boyfriend in Key West and wanted to be ready for the visit,” Trooper Gary Dunick said. “If I wasn’t there, I wouldn’t have believed it. About 10 years ago I stopped a guy in the exact same spot … who had three or four syringes sticking out of his arm. It was just surreal and I thought,’Nothing will ever beat this.’ Well, this takes it.”

If that weren’t enough, Megan Mariah Barnes was not supposed to be driving and her 1995 Ford Thunderbird was not supposed to be on the road.

The day before the wreck, Barnes was convicted in an Upper Keys court of DUI with a prior and driving with a suspended license, said Monroe County Assistant State Attorney Colleen Dunne. Barnes was ordered to impound her car, and her driver’s license was revoked for five years, after which time she must have a Breathalyzer ignition interlock device on any vehicle she drives, Dunne said. Barnes also was sentenced to nine months’ probation.

Barnes and Charles Judy were southbound in her Thunderbird at 11 a.m. when they slammed into the back of a 2006 Chevrolet pickup driven by David Schoff of Palm Bay. His passengers were a man and two women; the latter were treated for minor injuries at Lower Keys Medical Center, FHP spokesman Alex Annunziato said.

Schoff had slowed to about 5 mph to make a turn when the Thunderbird hit him, traveling about 45 mph, which was within the speed limit, Dunick said.

Barnes allegedly drove another half-mile, then switched seats with Judy, who allegedly claimed to be driving, Annunziato said.

“She jumps in the back seat and he moves over,” Dunick said. “It was like the old comedy bit, ‘Who’s on first?’ ”

Burns on Judy’s chest from the passenger-side airbag deploying belied their story, Dunick said. The airbag in the steering wheel did not deploy, he said.

Troopers charged Barnes with driving with a revoked license, reckless driving, leaving the scene of a wreck with injuries and driving with no insurance. Judy was not charged.

Barnes faces a maximum of a year in jail if found guilty of violating her probation due to the wreck, Dunne said.

“My phone has been ringing off the hook all day, and I know there’s a funny side to this, but it’s also deadly serious. This is a scary road and a lot of bad wrecks are caused by dumb stuff like this,” Dunick said. “It is unbelievable. I’m really starting to believe this stuff only happens in the Keys.”

alinhardt@keysnews.com

via FHP: Driver lacked razor-sharp focus | KeysNews.com.

Big Cage

Many powerful men yearn to relinquish control to a thrilling woman, and to experience a delicious contrast to the decisive command they must display in their professional lives. In fact, being bound is one of the favorite requests men make of call girls – it is something exotic they don’t usually get at home. It is not meant to overcome a man’s reluctance, but to heighten erotic tension.

The very idea that you cannot escape from some very powerful sensations is extremely titillating and forces your body to ratchet up its pleasure receptors. Besides, bondage usually stretches or exposes the skin, which intensifies its sensitivity. As long as you trust each other and play intelligently a little friendly tying will add edginess and adrenaline to your lovemaking repertoire.

Pretend bondage. You may want to slide slowly into the idea of bondage by arranging your man in a somewhat helpless position, like having him lie atop his hands, and then instructing him to remain there where tied. Challenge his concentration by tickling him or giving him mind-blowing oral sex. A little light bondage can be easily accomplished by using a silky scarf, a soft sash, or a piece of your lingerie to tie his hands to the bedpost. Then tell him an outrageous fantasy while you caress him with leather, fur, or scented oil. Scrape your nails lightly over his back and derriere, and fondle the golden scepter he has momentarily surrendered to you.

Bonding treats. Use Velcro hand ties to bind your victim to the upper corners of the bed. Break out some really fine wine, dip your finger in the glass, and slide it across his lips. Dip in again, then glide it over his chest. Lovingly anoint other body parts. Follow this up by dipping your fingers into your own natural juices and lightly touching them to his upper lip. Whip out your fur-lined handcuffs, perhaps just after he has arrived home, and shackle him, sitting, to the front door. Then “desert” him and go change into something sexy, like a black Merry Widow, garters, and spike heels, while he is alone anticipating. Sashay right up to him and offer your exposed vulva to his lips. After you are satisfied, suddenly walk away again, leaving him to simmer in the fires of his lust and your musky aroma. Return in a nurse’s or French maid’s uniform, unzip his trousers, and inspect him with your hands, breasts, and lips. Leave and return in various costumes, offering different parts of yourself to him and commanding the stop-and-go of his excitement, until fever pitch is achieved.

Invigoration. Have him lie facedown on the bed and, using rolls of gauze, tie his hands together at the top of the bed, and his feet together at the bottom. With the side of your fists and the cupped palms of your hands, pound and slap him all over, alternating the pressure between light and heavy and occasionally scraping your nails over his enlivened skin. Because of the way you have tied him, you should be able to easily turn him over to give him the same treatment on his front side. Invigorate him with all-over pinching, pounding, and flicking. Then bring out your scissors, perhaps running the cool steel over his hot flesh with an evil gleam in your eye, and cut him free of his bonds so he can “retaliate.”

Ride em, Cowgirl! Purchase some 100 percent cotton rope in a hardware store, and one evening when he least expects it, lasso him and tie him to the bed, hands apart, feet together. In your cowpoke outfit (or perhaps just boots and bandanna), tease, rein, and tickle him mercilessly, finally hopping on top to ride him to that orgasmic pasture in the sky.

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1. What is a sexually transmitted disease or STD?

Sexually Transmitted Disease (STD) is the politically correct term for what used to be called “veneral disease (VD)”. These are diseases that are transmitted through or as the result of sexual activity (not just sexual intercourse).

There are no BDSM specific sexually transmitted diseases but like any other sexual activity BDSM activity CAN spread STDs.

Heterosexuals are a lot less STD aware than the homosexual world is, but they should be just as educated on the subject. As a result, the current risk groups for any STD are heterosexual women.

There are many different sexually transmitted diseases and certainly not all are directly related to the genital organs.

General information is freely and widely available from doctors, hospitals, first aid centers, pharmacies and of course on the Internet.

2. How does one get STD infected?

Some sexually transmitted diseases are viruses, others are caused by bacteria, some by plain and simple dirt. As a result, there are different ways, in which people can get STD infected. An important form of STD infection is the contact between bodily fluids (most importantly blood, sperm, vaginal fluids and mother milk). This is especially true the most lethal ones in the Western world: such as Hepatitis (around in different varieties) and HIV (Aids). As a result, contact with bodily fluids should be avoided by anyone who has more than one partner (even if that is only incidental) and partners who have not been solely together for MANY years (not months). Incubation time (the “lead” time before the actual infection shows itself), in the case of HIV for example may be as much as five to seven years.

Another well known cause of STD infection is lack of hygiene. In the BDSM world especially quite a lot of personal hygiene is neglected. Toys that have been on the floor or in a toy bag should not be used unless cleaned and – when brought into contact with the genital area – protected. One should wear latex gloves during penetration, especially when in a (more) public environment.

3. What do I do when I (think I) am STD infected?

There is only one answer: visit your doctor as soon as possible. Bear in mind that your doctor is not there to judge you, but to cure you. And yes, doctors have seen it all before and many times. If you feel troubled by having to go to your doctor, turn to a first aid center or a specific STD center if there is one in your area.

Every STD spreads like wildfire! They are among the most contagous diseases. In most cases if you are infected, you do not only have a responsibility to yourself, but also to your partner(s) and to an extent to you entire environment.

4. Can an STD be cured?

Some can, and some cannot. There are no cures yet for HIV, hepatitis C and various forms of herpes, for example. HIV and hepatitis C are potentially lethal. So is syphylus, but there is a good cure for this disease.

5. Does an STD only effect me?

Every STD will effect you but most will also effect your partner and maybe others (such as unborn children) if not properly taken care of. Sometimes an STD can be the cause of dead babies or incurable medical problems. Some will not really effect the bearer, but will badly effect the partner and – for example – cause infertility (in males especially).

6. How do I protect myself against STD infection?

Your first line of defense is strict personal hygiene. Wear latex gloves and use condoms, also on penetrating toys, such as dildos and vibrators. Regularly clean equipment and – for example – wash bondage ropes.

The second important line of defense is to educate yourself. Again, know what the risks are and avoid them.

7. Does an STD spread quicker, because of BDSM activity?

The BDSM community is very open. It is not unusual to temporarily exchange partners, people switch partners frequently and such things as BDSM parties open an easy risk for infection. Besides, BDSM activity implies much more physical contact than most other forms of sexual behavior and there is the frequent use of toys and equipment. So, there indeed are more opportunities for infection, compared to a standard vanilla relationship. As a result – although no real research has been done in this area – there should be a higher risk of spreading an STD.

8. What BDSM activities are likely to spread an STD?

All forms of penetration, genital or by means of toys, fingers, fists or the mouth are activities that can transmit an STD. In terms of BDSM there are also other activities. Whipping may occasionally cause small superficial skin wounds and any breakage of the skin is a serious crack in the bodies main line of defense against diseases, including many STDs. Bondage ropes, used in the genital area, are a well known vehicle for sexually transmitted diseases and so are internal toys (vibrators, dildos, Ben Wah balls, vibrating eggs, etcetera). Nipple clamps may also cause small skin wounds. In general, BDSM activity is much more physically intens and physically demanding than most other forms of sexual activity. As a result, you should be more careful.

9. Why do governmental and health organisation hardly ever mention BDSM-acitivity in their STD information?

Most forms of what is generally known as “alternative sexuality” (such as BDSM) are overlooked by governmental and health organisations, when it comes to information and education about STD risks. The reason for this is largely in the fact that such organisations simply will not believe there are that many practitioners and that such organisations have no clue about BDSM. “Alternative sexuality” in the entire education of health care professionals usually takes up as much space (and attention) as ONE PAGE IN ONE BOOK! That is, if alternative sexuality is being mentioned at all!

10. How can I help to inform people about STD risks?

If you happen to be active in a local BDSM community, or for example have a personal website about BDSM, try and devote some time and space to sexually transmitted diseases occasionally. For example, next to workshops about flogging, bondage or needle play, a workshop about STD prevention will be very helpful. But, since this is not a popular subject you may also want to settle for having leaflets available, writing something in your magazine or newsletter if you have one and putting information on websites.

Hans Meijer, a Dutch former journalist and government spokesmen, is the chairman for the Powerotics Foundation. This organisation is dedicated to provide quality information about alternative lifestyles.

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The term ’sexual orientation’ is mostly used about being lesbian, gay, bisexual or transsexual (LGBT). This powerful concept – ’sexual orientation’ – pioneered courageously by members of the LGBT community, has empowered people, within the last 50 years or so, to think of themselves as not bad, or sick, but just different.

Readers may remember that it is not all that long since homosexuality was considered a form of sickness. Until 1973 Homosexuality was listed in the American Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM) as a psychopathology: a form of mental illness. The underlying assumption here was that gay people had something wrong with them. While there are of course still individuals who think this, it is no longer generally seen in this way, at least in the USA and UK.

Most people have heard of S&M, or SM (in case you’re one of the few who hasn’t, it stands for Sadism and Masochism). Fewer have heard of D/s (domination and submission), but the most comprehensive acronym which is in general use by those who take part in these activities is BDSM (the B is for bondage). If you Google BDSM you will find a lot of porn websites, some community sites run by members of the BDSM community, sites of suppliers of BDSM gear (fetish clothing, specialist fetters and restraints, whips and so on).

However for those looking for serious research into the prevalence and experience of people who indulge in BDSM with consenting adults, there is not very much around. And yet these practices seem quietly to be sneaking their way into our consciousness, with a growing stream of articles and documentaries which, while they are not serious academic work, are also not purely porn. The internet, TV and mainstream magazines are providing media for people who are perfectly nice, and ‘ordinary’ (whatever that means) to reveal that they get off on BDSM activities. In these articles and TV shows, participants generally don’t seem to feel there’s anything wrong with them, or that they have anything to apologise for about their sexual practices. Having said that, most BDSM-ers feel uncertain about how they might be judged for their activities by, say, employers, friends, health professionals and family. In effect, then, it seems many BDSM-ers think of themselves as not sick, but as having a different sexual orientation.

If we think of BDSM as a sexual orientation then what are the implications of this? The following is a rough list.

• BDSM is not proof of some kind of emotional damage (e.g. trauma or abusive parenting)
• People cannot be counselled or otherwise ‘treated’ out of being into BDSM
• People should not be discriminated against for being into BDSM
• People are not in some way ‘ill’ if they are into BDSM
• People are not in some way ‘bad’ if they are into BDSM

Those who do see BDSM as a form of sickness can still find support in the DSM, where activities involving, for example ‘the suffering or humiliation of oneself or one’s partner’ are classified as a paraphilia: a form of mental disorder. But this is a grey area because there is a systematic ambiguity about whether ’suffering’ or ‘humiliation’ within a mutually consensual roleplay situation is what is meant here. The BDSM players who are on our TV screens, or internet sites, or who are running businesses around BDSM are talking about exactly this mutually consensual game, as opposed to real, non-consensual torture or humiliation.

For therapists who may encounter clients who present with BDSM-related issues, I invite you to consider the bullet points above, and to see if any of these statements conflicts with attitudes you may have held about BDSM. I invite you to entertain the idea of BDSM as a sexual orientation.

Bay Whitaker is a counsellor and partner in the Sheffield based private counselling service, Sheffield Central Counselling http://www.sheffieldcentralcounselling.co.uk. She works with clients on all sorts of topics, and specifically offers counselling to those who are involved in BDSM.

Author: Bay Whitaker
Article Source: EzineArticles.com

C’mon own up, when was the last time you clicked on those dirty Web sites and had your vicarious thrills by seeing men and women dressed in nothing other than harnesses, doing things to each other that can give any normal pervert a chill down his or her spine. You may raise your eyebrows in disgust, but in heart of hearts you do sometimes get tempted to try out things for yourself. And it is not only you lusty lads and dirty old men out there, it is also the oh-so-propah respectable ladies, who pine for such titillation.

Okay, so you insist that you’re not one of them and swear that you don’t even think of indulging in such filthy deeds. Well, no offense meant. But frankly, don’t you think it’s time to let go of your prudery about “this sick stuff people do with whips and whipped creams and stuff” and infuse some excitement into your love life gone limp. Read on and give a boost, if not to your sex life, then to your knowledge, about this bizarre form of entertainment.

BDSM defined

So what is BDSM? Simply stated it is an acronym for Bondage and Discipline, Domination and Submission, and Sadomasochism. You may be surprised to know that these so called perversions come quite naturally to most, since some people naturally crave to be submissive and some dominant. If you just take a look at your own sex lives, you’ll be surprised to find that you’ve already tried out some elements of BDSM without even being aware of it. Remember, how you shuddered and ended up in a heap, when your partner blindfolded you and traced the contours of your body with a feather or an ice cube? Welcome to the warped and weird world of BDSM.

Many of you may be relating BDSM only to hardcore sadism or masochism, but the truth is that it can also be remarkably subtle, highly erotic and psychologically charged. It may not even involve sex or sexual tension! It is more of a power game, where one person agrees to submit to another to act out a fantasy. It is driven more by the needs of the submissive than by those of the dominant. And, in this game, the roles of the dominants and submissives are also not fixed and can be interchanged. You may be surprised to know that male submissives actually outnumber the female ones! Talk about role reversal!

BDSM isn’t abuse

But, before you set out to explore the realm of this pain-giving pleasure (or is it pleasure-giving pain?), it’s important to know, at the very outset, that BDSM isn’t abuse. An abuser has no regard for the feelings, needs or limits of the victim, whereas in BDSM each partner is a willing one and has a say in whatever is done to him or her. Also, the victim of abuse is not at liberty to dictate the abusers actions or set limits to it, whereas BDSM caters to the needs and desires of those being dominated. For example, flogging isn’t what you imagine it’d be like. For the most part, it’s more stimulating than painful.

Choose your own fantasy

The good part about BDSM is that it’s only limited by your imagination. There are countless ways in which you can enjoy inflicting pain on others or suffering delightful discomfiture yourself. If you think that inflicting or suffering pain isn’t your idea of enjoyment, think again. Remember those agonizing deep body massages, where you all but cry and tears of joy roll down your cheeks in painful relief? You don’t quit and in the end it proves so gratifying that you continue to come back for more. Same is the case with BDSM, which gets you so much sexually aroused that this kind of stimulation becomes fun and keeps you begging for more.

BDSM encompasses many wildly different practices and some really curious beliefs. But essentially, it gives you an opportunity to challenge your boundaries and test your limits. In the strictest sense, BDSM involves role-playing, where you may be dominant and your partner submissive or vice versa. This allows you to act out scenarios that are highly charged, psychologically and totally gratifying, physically. However, there’re a few who don’t opt for the dominant or submissive roles, as they don’t get turned on by being tied up or by bossing their partners, or such other stuff. But they still enjoy their own version of BDSM fantasies. So, the important thing to know is that there is nothing known as proper BDSM. It is what you enjoy.

Safety first and always

There’s no denying the fact that BDSM involves a controlled consensual minor abuse of the body, so it’s always better to be safe than sorry. To cross the limit in the throes of ecstasy will not only lead to injuries, it may also dampen your partner’s interest. So, you must follow a few safety tips before you queer the pitch for your partner. After all, you do want him or her to come back for more, don’t you?

Give a hint of your intended action: Springing a surprise can be fun and may add to the pleasure of both, but you don’t want to shock your partner with something that he or she may hate. Although, you don’t need to necessarily give away your exact plans, it is always safe to throw in a hint of what’s coming and how.

Slow and steady wins the race: There’s a need to consider your every move deliberately for realizing your fantasy. And it requires preparation, both mental and physical. Don’t be hasty in things you haven’t tried yet. It requires some time to master the techniques and to start enjoying them. For example, don’t immediately jump into the bed with your partner just after reading this article!

Agree upon a ’stop’ word: “Please stop. No. Stop. Puleez. God, no. Oooh!…” Don’t you just get turned on by your partner’s whimpering and pleading for mercy? That’s why the word stop and no doesn’t qualify for stopping the act, when your partner actually wants you to. For you wouldn’t know if he or she actually means it! So, it’s a safe bet to agree upon a word or some action (remember, your partner may be gagged) that the submissive can use, when he or she doesn’t want you to go ahead with what you’re doing. Enough can be a good enough word and thumping the bed or the floor with hands or feet can be a convenient indication to stop the proceedings, much like what the wrestlers do.

Contingency planning: Just imagine, you excitedly pick up a pair of handcuffs from your box of naughty toys and slip them on your partner’s wrists. As you set about your business, you suddenly realize, “Heck! Where’re the keys?” and, at that very moment, someone knocks on the door! To avoid such awkward situations, always have some important stuff handy, like a pair of scissors, a knife or a blade to cut ropes or bandages. They should be safe enough to use in a hurry, if you’re required to release your partner quickly. And don’t forget to locate the keys first, before you use those handcuffs!

Games dominants and submissives play

Now let us come down to the brass tacks. What do you actually do? Out of almost limitless possibilities, there’re some really exciting ones that you can safely introduce into your sex life. These love games can work for both, whether you are male dominant and female submissive or the other way round. Let us see them one by one and learn what they have to offer:

The arousing ice: Ice remains an all time favorite that has even been used by lesser mortals practicing normal sex! This great all-purpose sex toy and can be used in a number of ways. One time-tested method is to run an ice cube over your partner’s body, preferably if he or she is blindfolded and bound. Another way is to place it in your mouth and run your lips and tongue over your partner’s body. For a more imaginative play, make an ice dildo in the refrigerator and enjoy vaginal or anal play. Ice cream moulds may come in handy here!

The bewitching brush: Well, did you know that a brush can be used effectively to make your partner come? All you need to do is to blindfold and tie him or her up. Now, first taking the soft shaving or painting brush, begin by stroking the breasts, nipples, thighs and the sides of your partner, alternating it with a stiff toothbrush. This treatment is enough to get your partner moaning for more. Undoubtedly the only field of art where the canvas is more interesting than the painting!

The captivating clothespin: Did you know that clothespins have uses other than for hanging clothes out to dry? These little biters can work wonders if clamped on the most interesting sites of the body. Clamp them on the nipples, anywhere along the breasts, the sides, arms, legs and thighs and, yes, there too. These are sure to let a shiver of sexual excitement run through the body! Once you’ve clamped the clothespin, don’t be in a hurry to remove them from your partner’s body. The longer they stay on, the more intense will be the sensation, when they finally come off! After you and your partner have started enjoying the pain, you are ready to graduate to the next step. This involves stringing together a number of clothespins by means of a thread and clamping them along your partners’ belly, breast or nipple. Once in position, all you need to do is to find the right time to pull them off sharply, one after the other, to his or her ecstatic delight. For more intense sensation, use small, plastic clothespins that have a sharper grip, than the larger wooden ones. So, the next time you find your neighbors at the supermarket insisting on such clothespins, you’d know what they’re up to!

The thrilling knives: No, we are not recommending cutting down your partner to size. But, blunt butter knives can make psychologically powerful and engaging sex toys. It entails blindfolding and tying up the partner and slowly, very slowly, drawing the knife-edge over the back, chest, thighs and legs. Beginners need to take care not to draw it too hard over the skin. This game is not as risky as it sounds and it gives such an emotionally intense effect and erotically charged sensation that your partner will crave for more. For doubling the effect of the knife, keep it in the freezer before use. It will feel much sharper and your partner may believe that you are actually carving him or her up with the knife.

The fantastic flogger: A flogger is a multi-tailed whip and, despite its intimidating appearance, is not painful at all, provided, of course, you don’t opt for the cheap ones available in many sex shops. The right one should’ve soft lashes and not thick and stiff ones and its edges should be rounded, like a deerskin flogger that doesn’t hurt at all. Such a flogger will also not cause any injury. Remember, if you opt for flogging or even paddling or spanking your partner, be careful where you hit. The safe body sites are the butt, thighs or the upper back. To the experienced, even breasts are permitted. However, never hit the lower back, as there is a risk of kidney damage. Also spare the face and the neck.

The enticing bondage and restraint: So, this is the part that most of you ogle at on those kinky websites. This kind of domination, where you tie up your partner, may be quite stimulating for both. However, it’s important to select what you tie up your partner with. Silk scarves or nylon stockings may seem soft, but are a strict no-no because they get tightened and may hinder or stop the circulation. Their knots, too, become difficult to undo. Good old-fashioned rope is actually far safer. When tying up your partner, don’t get him or her in a spread-eagle position, since it can become uncomfortable or painful very quickly. It is best to tie up the submissive’s arms to the side or to the waist, since such a position can be maintained for much longer. While selecting handcuffs, opt for those that can be double locked. Such handcuffs won’t tighten up, even if you press or sit on them or struggle against them. While indulging in this game always be alert for tingling, numbness or coldness. These symptoms indicate that a nerve is being pressed or the circulation is being affected. In such circumstances, all you need to do is to loosen up the restraints, till the symptoms fade.

These games are not even the tip of the iceberg of what all encompasses BDSM. Suffice to say that these games are limited only by your imagination. That’s why it’s important to exchange notes and learn from each other!

The final word

If you have reached this far without hitting the back button, you’re game for experiencing the deliciously erotic and mind-blowing sensations that devilishly borders on taboo. BDSM does more than just provide sexual gratification. It makes you aware of your own psychological limits when you inflict pain on your partner and your own physical limits when you endure pain perpetrated by him or her.

However, as with other things, it will be wise to adopt BDSM only if you feel comfortable with it both mentally and physically. If you find that your strict upbringing is not allowing you to be comfortable with these kinky acrobatics, by all means walk away. If you find yourself physically unable to undergo the torment, fine, you don’t need to put your health on line. But if you’re the adventurous sort, BDSM guarantees to add such great variety to your love life that you will never complaint of not getting enough!

Author: Arvind Mathur
Article Source: EzineArticles.com

Most people find it hard to describe themselves and in online dating personal ads or profiles, they are even worse. Daters tend to mention things in their profile which they would otherwise never reveal to someone upon first meeting. A search through any personals ad website will make it clear that singles do not talk about the important and relevant items for choosing a date or partner. A typical online dating ad is littered with points such as these:

• Subjective self-descriptive phrases such as “I am honest, creative,
  and spontaneous, “ignoring one important question: who doesn’t think
  that about themselves?!
• Incessant rambling about a favorite TV show, baseball team or rock band. Would you REALLY choose a partner based on that?!
• Sexual innuendos: I like full body massages from my girlfriend/boyfriend, like kissing in public, and so on.

Online Dating Profile Tips

Here are some tips on how to go about writing a great online dating profile. Tips that you should discuss in your profile that highlights and gets the real you across in the message, including a glimpse into your personality. This kind of help should get responses from the right people, making your dating ad worthwhile.

The best way to write a profile is to imagine yourself meeting someone new for the first time in a casual, no pressure setting such as a coffee shop, a local bar, or friend’s party. Think about the kind of things you would tell others about yourself. Your dating profile or personal ad is the same idea extended onto the Internet.

Follow a factual but casual approach to writing your personal ad. You want to let the people get to know concrete things about you, but at the same time, your ad should not come across as a boring resume. Sprinkle it with some humor and exclamation marks! Make it fun and interesting.

A good online dating profile has 200-250 words, with 150-200 words for yourself, and 50-100 words describing the kind of person you are looking for.

Discuss Your Career History and Plans

Talk about schools you have attended, jobs you have held, and your future career aspirations. These are generally looked at as positive. Think of it as the first conversation you are having with someone: Don’t we usually talk about we do? This is excellent to write about in a dating profile. Be somewhat brief because you don’t want to go on and on about selling shoes, delivering the mail, or designing and cars.

If you have children, tell the other online dating singles a little about them. This is an important part of your life, and will peak the interests of people who are interested in dating you. Mention their ages, and whether or not they live with you. Don’t describe them too much but giving their ages for example, makes you come across as a normal parent.

If you have moved around a bit in your life, mention the places
where you have lived. It gets more people interested in you and wanting
to write to you. For example, if you are presently living in Los
Angeles but have lived in Dallas, someone who has a Texas connection is
more likely to write to you. If you have lived internationally, all the
better-people are always interested in life in other places and
cultures.

If you have just moved to where you are living now, mention that.
People love playing tourist guides. They are eager to know new faces
from other parts of the country or the world. They can also help you
settle down in the town more easily-so even if nothing happens
romance-wise, you can always make some good friends.

If you speak a foreign language, mention that. It attracts
attention. Along the same lines, mention a little of your family
genealogy, as people may find a connection there as well (e.g. I have a
Scottish or Chinese mother).

Funny and Witty Go a Long Way in Dating

Talk about how you entertain yourself. This is where you can be
funny and witty, so exercise your imagination. Mention about your
social circle. Are you a social person? Do you have many friends? Do
you go out with them a lot? What activities do you do with them? If you
have a good relationship with your siblings, your parents, and your
family, mention it. Mention if they live close to you, and how often
you see them.

Mention if you like pets, and have any of your own.

When you are talking about the person you are looking for, be clear
about your requirements, but make sure you don’t limit yourself
unnecessarily. If you do not want to date men who have kids, say so. If
you do not want to go out with smokers, mention it clearly in your ad.
Again, be careful because you are restricting potential mates here.
Write personals ads and develop your online dating profile with items
that you are very sure you absolutely want or do not want in a
potential partner.

Mention if you are looking for a stable relationship or if you are
just looking to make friends and will see how things go from there
(“looking for nice and interesting people to hang out with”).

Dating Profile Writing and You

In the end, remember to be yourself and let others know what you
want. It will save you a lot of time and effort and just might pay off!
Good luck!

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Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they
should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the
key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If
you are not at least 18 years of age please leave.

Chapter 12, Karen’s Home Town Humiliation Continues at Grandpa’s Liquor
Store

Karen drove up to Grandpa’s Liquor Store and hoped that her ordeal here
wouldn’t be too bad. She knew old Pete Baxter had to be in his late 60’s
or 70’s. He surely couldn’t do much she hoped and prayed. She looked at
the clock and realized that it was after 5:00 pm and then she noticed a
closed sign on the door to the store. She hoped that she wasn’t too late.
She didn’t want to face Darrell if she wasn’t able to get the liquor for
the party. She knew it would be bad.

Karen took a deep breath to calm her self and walked up to the door.
She tried it and found that it was locked. She tried pounding her fist on
the door and still no one answered. She started to panic and decided to go
around to the back of the store and try the back door. She got to the door
and tried to open it. She breathed a great sigh of relief when the door
opened. She knew that old Pete would still be there if the door wasn’t
locked. She carefully stepped through the door and looked around. She
didn’t see anyone so she yelled, “Hello. Pete. Is anyone there?” She
listened for a response but didn’t hear one but she thought she heard
something coming from a door that said Office.

She went up to the door, knocked and waited. The door opened slowly and
a short, scrawny and wrinkled old man opened the door. The man said,
“Karen, it’s so nice of you to come by. Darrell told me you would stop by
today with their order. When you didn’t show up before I closed I thought
they must have canceled the party. Do you have a list of what they need?”

Karen nodded her head yes and handed him the list that Darrell had given
her. He glanced at the list and then looked up at Karen. “You know missy;
that is a lot of beer and liquor for a party of youngsters. How old are
you anyway? You don’t look like your old enough to be buying or drinking
alcohol.”

Karen answered truthfully, “I…I…I just turned sixteen.”

Pete looked at her with surprise and said, “I can’t let you have all
this liquor. I’ll get thrown in jail if they catch you with it. I’m sorry
but you’ll just have to do without.” As he said this he was guiding her to
the back door.

Karen quickly turned and begged, “Please fill the order for me Pete.
I’ll do anything for you if you fill the order. It’s for John and Nancy
Mitchell’s party tomorrow night and I can’t let them down. They couldn’t
pick it up because they had to work. They knew you didn’t deliver on
Saturday, so that’s why they asked me to do it. Please help me.”

He looked at her and said “I’m sorry Karen, I just can’t do it.”

Karen fell to her knees and grabbed him around his legs and continued to
beg. She pleaded, “Please Mr. Baxter, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll
have sex with you if you want. I’ll be your slave for a day if you want.”

Pete responded, “I’m an old man that can’t get it up any more. What
good would your offer do me? I couldn’t fuck you if I wanted to.”

Karen looked up at him and said, “I’ll have sex with anyone you want.
I’ll let you do anything to me, with anyone you want, please, please,
please. I beg you………PLEASE!”

Pete got a big grin on his face and decided to play a little game with
Karen. He said, “I tell you what Karen. I’ll let you prove to me that
you’ll do as you say. Do you think that is fair?”

Karen answered with tears of desperation running down her cheeks saying,
“Yes it’s fair. I’ll do whatever you say.”

Pete then dropped the challenge to her, “Now Karen, in order to prove to
me that you will do everything I say, I want some honest answers from you
first before I give you your task to prove you are worth the risk. I
understand that you were a real cold little bitch in school and turned down
all of the boys that asked you out. Is that correct?”

Karen tried to explain, “I wanted to date but my parents wouldn’t let
me.”

Pete stopped her saying, “I didn’t ask for excuses. Now how many boys
did you turn down?”

Karen answered, `I dOn’t know for sure but there were at least 20 0r
30.”

Pete asked, “Do your remember any of their names?”

Karen answered, “I can remember at least fifteen of them.”

Pete finally gave her the challenge saying, “Okay Karen, I want you to
go by each of their homes and ask them to meet you here in one hour. You
will promise them what ever you have to. If the boy cannot come back here,
I expect you to suck him off right there in the front door regardless of
who else may be there and apologize for turning him down for a date. I
expect you to have at least five of them come here. If you can get more to
come, that will be better. If a boy wants to bring a friend or a family
member, then that is okay. If they want you to fuck or suck someone there
with them, I expect you to do it. You will return here in one hour. That
will be 8:30 pm. If you don’t have at least five of them here by then, you
will not get the alcohol you need. Do you understand and accept my
challenge?”

Karen looked up at him and answered with relief in her voice, “Oh thank
you Pete. I’ll do it. Can I go now?”

Pete said, “You better hurry or you’ll run out of time.”

Karen ran to the van and quickly drove thinking thank god for small
towns. She went to the house of the first boy she remembered and knocked
on the door. A young girl answered the door that looked like she was about
ten years old but was actually thirteen. Karen asked, “Is your brother
home?”

The girl turned away from the door and yelled, “Hey dick wad, you have a
cute girl at the door asking for your sorry ass.”

He came out of the living room and looked at the door. “Why Karen!” he
said looking a little startled. “What do you want?”

Karen looked and saw that his little sister was no more than 5 feet
behind him and was listening to everything that was being said. Karen
hemmed and hawed and finally spit out, “I…I…I wanted to apologize for
turning you down for a date last year. I want to make it up to you. Can
you come down to the liquor store? I promise that you won’t regret it.
I’ll make all of your fantasies come true.”

Karen crossed her fingers and hoped that it would be enough. The boy
looked at his sister, then back at Karen and said, “I can’t leave right now
because I have to baby-sit my sister.”

Karen begged, “Please go to the store. I promise that I’ll fuck you or
suck you if you do.”

His little sister said to her brother giggling, “You should take her up
on it dork brain. It’s not like you’ve ever had anyone offer you sex
before. Besides, I wouldn’t mind seeing you put it to her myself.”

The boy just looked at his sister with his mouth open in surprise. She
said, “And if you take me, I promise I won’t tell mom and dad that you had
sex with your girlfriend in the living room.” She said it with a teasing
smile.

He turned to Karen and said, “My sister and I will be there in about 20
minutes, but I want a blow job now first.”

Karen got down on her knees and unzipped his pants. She pulled out his
dick and started sucking with all the skill she had learned in the last few
days. It only took a couple of minutes before she had him cumming in her
mouth. She swallowed everything down and noticed that the young girl was
only about a foot away with an amazed look on her face. The girl looked up
and saw Karen looking at her. She told Karen, “That was so cool.”

Karen turned to the boy and said, “I’ll see you two at the store in a
bit. I’ve got to go.”

Karen got into the van and went to the next boy that she remembered she
had turned down. She remembered this boy. They had gone to school
together from elementary school on. As a matter of fact, he was the one
boy she had a crush on in Junior High School. When he had asked her to the
dance last fall, she wanted to go in the worst way, but her parents forbade
her to go. When she had to turn him down she cried for days. She tried to
explain to him, but he just turned around and walked off. Now she was
faced with the prospect of having to humiliate herself and beg him to fuck
her. She knew that this would destroy any feelings he might have for her.
She decided that she was going to try and make this his most enjoyable
experience he had ever had. She was going to use everything she had
learned to make him enjoy her like he never enjoyed anyone before. She
went up and knocked on the door.

When the door opened, she saw that it was Bill Cates dad. She
immediately asked, “Good evening Mr. Cates. Is Bill home? I need to talk
to him for a few minutes please.”

Mr. Cates looked at Karen and realized that by the way she was dressed
that the rumors he had heard were most likely true. He had always thought
that Karen was a beautiful girl and fantasized about fucking her. He
realized that if the rumors were true, he just might get his chance
tonight, if he played his cards right. And the nice thing is that his wife
was out shopping with their daughter, leaving him and Bill. He answered,
“He’s in his room upstairs. It’s the second door on the right. I’m sure
he would like to see you. You know, he hasn’t really been the same since
you turned him down last fall. He was head over heals for you.”

Karen answered, “I really liked him too. I would have gone with him in
a heart beat if my parents would have allowed it, but they wouldn’t let me
date until I was 16. Can I go up and talk to him.”

Mr. Cates told her, “Go on up.”

Karen went up the stairs and knocked on the second door on the right.
She heard Bill say “Come in”.

Karen opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind her. He
looked up and saw her and asked with venom in his voice, “What do you want.
Didn’t you do enough damage last fall when you shot me down. I’ve loved
you since we first met. I thought you felt the same way, but when I asked
you to a simple school dance, you shot me down. That hurt more than I can
say.”

Karen was in tears by the time he finished. She felt the same way about
him, but her stupid parents ruined any chance of love for her. Oh how she
was beginning to feel just a little bit of hatred growing for her parents.
She wouldn’t be in her current situation if it wasn’t for them. She
finally spoke up, “Bill, that is what I’m here for. You didn’t give me a
chance to explain then. I wanted to go with you, but my parents wouldn’t
let me. I was hoping you would ask me to the prom. When you didn’t, I
went with Darrell instead because he asked. I would like to make it up to
you.” She said as she approached the bed.

Bill had sat up in the middle of the bed and turned toward the door when
Karen had come in. She put her hands on the bed and looking him in the
eyes, leaned in to kiss him. She gave him the best French kiss that she
knew how to give. After a couple of minutes of kissing like there was no
tomorrow, she reached down and started unbuckling his belt. She pulled his
pants and underwear down in one tug and exposed a nice seven inch cock.
She grabbed it and started stroking it. As it hardened, she leaned down to
take it in her mouth without ever taking her eyes from his. She tried to
put every bit of love into her look that she could. She closed her lips
around his cock and started sucking, never taking her eyes off his. He
leaned back on his hands in disbelief as he watched her sucking his cock.

Mr. Cates had followed Karen up about a minute after she went up the
stairs. When he got to the door, he silently turned the knob and pushed
the door open enough to see in to the room. When he saw Karen start giving
Bill a blow job, he quickly stripped his pants off and started stroking his
cock. Bill quickly glanced at his dad who had put his finger up to his
mouth to signal Bill to be quiet. He looked back at Karen and sighed in
enjoyment. His dad quietly walked up behind Karen. He noticed immediately
that she wasn’t wearing panties under her short skirt. He grabbed his 8
inch cock and rammed it home in Karen’s sopping cunt.

She had really gotten excited giving a blow job to the boy she truly
loved. She was hoping to suck him off and then fuck him. When his dad
started fucking her though, the magic of the moment was lost and it turned
in to a sordid fuck fest. She continued sucking until she had made Bill
cum. She had started crying shortly after Bill’s dad had started fucking
her. She knew that Bill had seen him and didn’t do anything to stop it.
She realized that any feelings he may have had for her before, were now
gone.

All Bill saw in front of him now was a whore. He thought that she would
have never allowed his father to fuck her without a fight if she was the
girl he thought she was. He started yelling at her, “Your nothing but a
whore who isn’t worth shit.”

Bill backed up against the wall and continued to call her every vile and
filthy name he could think of until his dad came in her cunt and quickly
pulled out and zipped up.

Karen sat back on her heals and looked at him and then Bill crying. She
knew what she had to do. She told them, “Yes your right. I’ve been turned
into nothing but a worthless sex slave now. I have to fuck anyone my
master tells me and I can’t do anything about it. If you go to the liquor
store by 8:30 pm you can do anything with me that you want. Bill, I know
you don’t believe me but you were my only true love.” Karen then ran out of
the house crying hysterically over the loss of her one and only true love.

She got into the van and drove to the next boy. She was in a state of
shock and was just functioning mechanically. The boy she had turned down
opened the door. Karen just got on her knees and took his cock out in the
doorway and started sucking his cock. The shocked look on his face was
priceless. He realized who it was and wondered what had caused her to do
this. He wasn’t about to do anything to stop her though.

A little 10 year old girl came up behind him and asked, “What’s going
on?”

He just turned his head and told her, “Just shut up and go to your
room.”

She told him that, “No, I’m not going to my room and if you don’t let me
watch, I’ll tell mom and dad.”

He just groaned and grabbed Karen’s head and started face fucking her.
Shortly after he was cumming and Karen swallowed every bit. The little
girl just stared with awe and said, “Cool”.

When Karen had swallowed every bit of his spunk, she looked up at him
and told him, “If your Grandpa’s liquor store at 8:30 pm you’ll get to do
more.”

The girl quickly crossed her arms across her chest and spoke in a huff
saying, “If you go, then you have to take me with you.”

He looked at Karen and told her, “I can’t take my sister to a place like
that. As much as I would love to, I can’t risk my parents finding out I
did something like that.”

Karen said, “I understood and apologized for turning you down for a
date.”

He told her, “You more than made up for it with the blow job.”

Karen blushed in shame and turned and went back to the van. She looked
at her watch and realized that she had used up 20 minutes and only gotten
to 3 of the boys. She quickly started the van and drove to the next boy’s
house.

This time she actually got to kill two birds with one stone. There was
a set of twins, Jack and Jake Jackson, that lived at this house and both of
them had asked her out at one time or another. She never did like them.
They always seemed sleazy to her. From what she understood, their sole
goal in life while in school was to fuck as many of their classmates in
school that they could. When they had asked her to go out with them, she
was glad her parents wouldn’t allow her to date.

When the door was opened, Karen noticed that there seemed to be a lot of
noise, as if a party was going on. Karen couldn’t tell which of the twins
opened the door but he immediately recognized her. He grabbed her hand and
pulled her into the house while saying, “Karen, I’m glad you came by. We
were just having a party and were just saying we should invite some women.”

Karen looked and saw that there were about 10 guys there. Besides the
twins, there were 5 more of the boys that had asked her out. The twin
continued, “Any way, I know it might feel strange being the only female
here, but come on in and have a beer.”

Karen didn’t want to drink anything right now so she politely refused
saying, “Thanks for the offer but I can’t. Are you Jack or Jake?”

He responded, “I’m Jake.”

Karen asked, “Can you bring the guys over for a minute. I need to say
something to everyone. I promise it will be worth all of your whiles.”

Jake gave a loud whistle that got everyone’s attention. He Yelled to
Jack, “Turn the stereo off Bro.”

When all was silent Jake told them, “Karen wants to say something to us.
She said it would be worth our while to listen.”

Karen took a deep breath as if it would build more strength so she could
get through this and began. “I know most of you guys asked me to go out
with you last year in school and I turned you down. I just wanted to say
that I was sorry for turning you down and invite you to Grandpa’s Liquor
Store to make it up to you. I promise you’ll go home afterwards a lot
happier than you are now. I would really appreciate it if you would.”

Jake told Karen, “Go wait outside and I’ll let you know the answer
shortly.”

Karen waited on the porch for a few minutes listening to the murmurs of
discussion. The door finally opened and Jake stuck his head out and asked,
“What was it that you’ll do for us?”

Karen answered, “I’ll suck you or fuck you any way you want and as many
times as you want.”

Jake closed the door and Karen heard murmuring again. It didn’t last
nearly as long this time. The door opened and Jake said “We’ll all be
there. This had better not be a joke.”

Karen told him, “Be there by 8:30 pm. It’s no joke.” She turned and ran
to the van and got in.

Off she went to the next boy’s house she could remember. She looked at
the clock and saw that she was down to 20 minutes remaining. She hoped she
could get to all of the boys’ homes in time. When she pulled up to the
next house, there was no one home and there were a couple of week’s worth
of news papers on the front porch. She went on to the next and found that
home empty as well. That left three and she still had 15 minutes. At the
next home she saw that someone was home. She shuddered at the memory of
this boy, Paul Young. When he had asked her out, he was so dirty that you
could smell him the second he came in the room. His clothes were just as
dirty and filthy and were torn in multiple places. She swallowed down a
feeling of nausea from the memory and got out of the van. She could smell
the stench well before she got to the front porch. She tried her hardest
not to breathe through her nose as she went up to the door and knocked.
All of a sudden the front door shook hard as if it was going to come off of
its hinges and she heard a very deep and loud barking.

This went on for several minutes before she heard a male voice yell
“SIT……STAY” and the door opened a few inches. When he saw who it was
he said, “Karen! What a pleasant surprise. I was just thinking about you.
My sister was just telling me about your fun and games behind Keplar’s
Meats.”

Karen Blushed from head to toe at that comment and then she heard a
voice she recognized. It was Brittany from earlier. She came to the door
and saw who it was and said snidely, “Well, well, look what we have here? I
just had me a wonderful time with your sweet hubby Karen. I can’t wait
until your party tomorrow.”

Karen just looked like she was going to cry but she was almost all cried
out by now. Paul spoke up, “What is it you want Karen?”

Karen answered stuttering, “I…I…I… wanted to a…a…apologize for
not going out on a date with you last year. I…I…I… would like to
i…i…invite you to come by Grandpa’s liquor story at 8:30 tonight.
That’s in a little less than 10 minutes. Can you do it please?”

Paul asked, “What’s going to happen there that would make it worth my
while?”

Karen replied, “Anything you want.”

Paul told Karen, “I’ll go but only if my sister can go too.”

Brittany spoke up sayin, “A pack of wild horses couldn’t keep me away.
I’m going and Bruno’s going as well.”

Karen looked at the dog and realized that it had to be the biggest dog
she had ever seen. She guessed that it was a mix of Rottweiller and Saint
Bernard. She heaved a big sigh and said, “I’ll see you there then.”

Karen turned and went back to the van and started to panic when she saw
that she only had 5 minutes left. She still had two stops to make. She
quickly drove to the edge of town to the next house. The house looked
empty but she got out of the car any way and went to the door and knocked.
She waited about a minute and turned to go back to the van.

Just as Karen turned to go, the door opened and a little 4 or 5 year old
girl opened the door. Karen asked, “Is your brother home?”

The little girl shook her head no. Just then Sandy Mc Bride came up
behind the girl saying, “Who’s at the door Kami?” She opened the door wider
and saw Karen standing there. “Hi Karen, what do you need?”

Karen quickly explained, “I’m supposed to invite boys that I turned down
for dates to Grandpa’s Liquor store to make up for turning them down. You
can come if you want. I don’t have time to stay, I have less than 5
minutes to get back and still have one more stop. Bye.”

Karen turned and ran to the van and quickly drove off to the last stop.
When she pulled up to the house, she saw a for sale sign in the yard with a
sold sign on top. She breathed a sigh of relief and quickly drove off and
sped as fast as she could to Grandpa’s Liquors.

She pulled up to the back of the store and got out of the van. Just as
she was getting out of the van, another car pulled up and she saw that
Sandy and her dad Scott, were getting out. Sandy came up to her and
whispered, “I had to call home after you stopped and tell them or I would
have been punished severely. Dad drove mom over to watch the girl so he
could bring me here to participate. I’m sorry Karen, I really am but I had
no choice.”

Sandy started to turn and go back to her dad but he stopped her and
ordered, “Sandy you and Karen are best friends so I think it only fair that
you go through everything with her. Whatever she does you do as well.”

Sandy looked at Karen and whispered, “I guess we’re in this together.”
Karen grabbed her hand and answered, “I’m glad.”

Karen and Sandy turned and saw old Pete sitting in a lawn chair next to
the back door. As they took a step toward him he spoke up, saying, “Stop
where you’re at and give us a strip show.” He reached down and turned on a
portable stereo. Music started playing to a heavy beat. Sandy, being used
to this kind of thing quickly started swaying sexily to the music while
taking off her clothing one at a time. Karen on the other hand wasn’t
quite as graceful, but made an attempt. She watched Sandy and started
trying to mimic her movements and soon was doing a good little strip tease.

As the music started playing, the back door to the store opened and
about twenty guys, the 13 year old girl and finally Brittany with the dog
came out. They all formed a circle around Karen and Sandy. Once Karen and
Sandy had completely stripped and were standing there nude waiting for
their next command, Pete spoke up. “Brittany, I do believe that we agreed
that this part of the show was up to you.”

Brittany led the dog into the center of the circle while ordering,
“Karen get down on your knees.”

Karen immediately complied as she knew that if she didn’t she would be
shocked by the silver dildo in her ass. Brittany walked up and asked
Sandy, “What are you here for Sandy? This isn’t your show it’s mine.”

Sandy answered, “Karen is my best friend and dad said that I should do
what Karen does.”

Brittany thought for a few seconds and then ordered, “Well Sandy, I want
you to get down on your back and scoot under Karen in a 69 position. When
the dog gets up behind Karen to fuck her, I want you to guide his cock in
and start licking his balls and ass hole. Until then, you just suck on her
pussy and clit. I want you to bring her to as many orgasms as you can.”

Brittany led Bruno to Karen’s head and ordered, “Up Bruno”. She lifted
up on the leash and Bruno pushed up with his front legs and then landed
with all his weight on Karen’s back. With Brittany pulling on the leash,
he walked forward on his hind legs until his cock was against Karen’s nose.
Brittany ordered, “Karen, I want you to start sucking on Bruno’s cock and
keep sucking until I tell you to stop.”

Karen reached up with one hand and started massaging the sheath. The
tip of the dog’s dick began to emerge. She opened her mouth and moved her
head forward and started to lick the dog’s emerging cock. Just as she
started licking, she felt an orgasm start and was soon groaning in ecstasy.
When the orgasm was finally over, she went back to licking the dog’s cock.
When it had extended about 3 inches out she put it in her mouth and started
sucking. The dog’s cock started to rapidly enlarge and soon it was over 8
inches long from its pointed tip to the beginning of its knot and about 3
inches in diameter. Karen thought that if the dog’s cock was this big, she
couldn’t imagine how big its knot might be but it must be huge. The dog
started to hump and force its cock down Karen’s throat. The dog’s cock
seemed to be getting even bigger to Karen and she was beginning to struggle
to breathe.

Just as Karen thought she would pass out, Brittany pulled the dog off of
her. She led him to her ass and ordered the dog up and guided him on to
Karen’s back. Sandy reached up and grabbed the dog’s cock and lined it up
with Karen’s cunt. When the dog felt the tip of its cock enter Karen’s
cunt hole, it rammed forward hard. Karen grunted and collapsed onto her
elbows. She groaned in pain as the dog’s knot began to ram hard into her
cunt lips. She felt Sandy frequently licking and sucking on her clit
briefly and then the feeling would stop for a while and then return. She
pushed up to her hands and looked back under her and saw Sandy licking the
dog’s balls and the surface of the knot. She saw Sandy’s head go up and
all she could see was her chin moving as if she were sucking on something.
She could only assume that Sandy was sucking the dog’s ass hole. After a
few seconds, Sandy’s head came back to licking the dog’s balls and then up
to his knot. Karen could see that she was leaving a lot more spit behind
at the dog’s knot and then she felt Sandy lick around her cunt lips that
she could reach. Obviously Sandy was trying to provide a little extra
lubrication to ease the knot’s penetration of her cunt.

Sandy soon moved her efforts to Karen’s clit and Karen groaned in
pleasure this time and her cunt juices were flowing as well as they ever
would. She soon felt a very hard push and a bit of pain. Then it happened
again and again and finally it felt like something tore and she was stuffed
fuller than she had ever was before. She screamed in pain when that
happened.

When the knot was all the way in, Sandy began to lick and suck on
Karen’s clit for all she was worth. She could see the dog’s knot was
larger than a soft ball and it wasn’t even at its full size yet. She
guessed that it would probably grow to about the size of a small musk
melon. Karen felt the knot continue to grow. It started to hurt in the
worst way and it was still growing. She thought that it was going to rip
her apart. She collapsed down onto her elbows again and started screaming,
“OH GOD IT HURTS, IT HURTS. TAKE IT OUT, IT HURTS.”

Sandy redoubled her efforts on Karen’s clit to try and get her to orgasm
as quick as possible. She knew that if Karen had an orgasm, it would ease
the pain. Karen soon felt the results of Sandy’s efforts and just as her
orgasm began she felt the vibrator in her ass kick in to high gear. She
screamed in orgasm as she felt the glorious feeling envelope her entire
being. The orgasm seemed to go on forever and just as it felt as if it
would subside, the dog started filling her with cum and she went off again
into an even more intense orgasm than before. The orgasm was so intense
that she passed out and collapsed onto Sandy. Sandy pushed up on Karen’s
abdomen with her hands to hold her up enough that the dog’s knot wouldn’t
start to rip out before it had shrunk some. She didn’t want her friend to
suffer any permanent damage. Sandy’s arms were beginning to get tired so
she leaned up and bit Karen hard on her clit, which woke her up immediately
eliciting a scream out of her.

Karen got back up on her elbows and knees to support herself. When she
finally cleared the cobwebs out of her head she realized that everyone
around her were applauding and whistling as if she had just won a big race.
Brittany raised her hands up palm down and started moving them in an up and
down motion, emphasizing the downward motion and minimizing the upward one
to indicate for them to quiet down. When the applause finally quieted down
she motioned to the young 13 year old girl to come in to the center. When
she got there, Brittany asked her, “I know that we originally agreed to
both do Karen, but with Sandy here, why don’t you do her and I’ll do
Karen?”

The girl nodded in agreement and Brittany turned to Karen and Sandy and
ordered, “Sandy, you can come out from under there now. I want you in a
kneeling position next to Karen with your ass end where her head is and
your head where her ass is.”

As Sandy was getting into position, the dog lifted its hind leg and
turned around ass end to ass end with Karen. As big as its knot was, it
was going to be a while before it went down enough to pull out.

Brittany announced to the group, “Now for the next phase while we wait
for the dog’s knot to go down. I hope you enjoy the show.”

Brittany walked up to Karen and the 13 year old walked up to Sandy.
Brittany grabbed a handful of Karen’s hair and the girl did the same.
Brittany then announced, “Now Karen and Sandy, we are going to have a
little competition. You are going to suck our cunts and clits until one of
us orgasms. The winner is the one that causes her girl to have two
orgasms. The winner will get the pleasure of 10 swats with a birch switch
on each of their tits and cunt for a total of 30. The looser will get all
30 on her cunt. Grandpa Pete will be the one to administer the switching.”

Brittany took a step forward and pulled Karen’s head to her cunt at the
same time, mashing her nose into her clit. The girl did the same to Sandy.
Brittany then announced, “On your mark, get set, eat away.” Both Karen and
Sandy began to suck their girl’s cunt for all they were worth. They both
knew from experience that 10 swats with a switch on the cunt may be bad but
30 would be almost intolerable. And they knew that afterwards, they would
have to fuck all the guys that were surrounding them watching.

Sandy was definitely the more experienced of the two at pleasuring a
woman. She knew that the young 13 year old girl probably had minimal
experience, if any, so she would have a fairly quick fuse. She tried to
take it slow and easy because she was use to that kind of punishment and
she didn’t know whether Karen was or not. She wasn’t aware that Brittany
had already been brought to orgasm at least a dozen times during the day. A
couple of times were with Karen at Keplar’s Meats and the rest were with
Darrell and his dad at their house with the two girls she went over there
with. They had one heck of an orgy going while they watched the action
from Karen’s collar camera during most of the afternoon and early evening.
She had just arrived home when Karen came up to the door. It would take
quite an effort to bring her to two orgasms. She was counting on that when
she issued the unplanned challenge. Brittany asked Sandy’s dad, “Scott,
can you go find a nice switch for Pete to use.”

Scott answered, “I have just the thing in my trunk. I always have a few
items on hand for the unexpected opportunity that might pop up now and
then.”

He went to his trunk and got out a variety of switches and canes and
brought them to Pete. He then turned to watch the action just as Sandy
brought the young girl to her first orgasm. He could tell that Brittany
wasn’t even close from looking at her. She looked bored. She started to
yell at Karen, “You better get going bitch. Sandy is already one orgasm
ahead of you and you haven’t even got me half way there yet.”

Karen redoubled her efforts and started concentrating more on Brittany’s
clit. Karen’s efforts soon had an effect and Brittany finally had her
first orgasm. Unfortunately for Karen, the 13 year old girl had her second
one begin while Brittany was experiencing her first. Brittany announced,
“I believe we have a winner.”

Brittany went around to Bruno and hooked his leash on to his collar and
called him to heal as she walked away from Karen. The dog did as she
ordered and his still fairly large knot pulled out of Karen’s cunt, causing
her to scream from the pain. There was an audible pop as the knot finally
pulled free and the dogs cum just gushed out of her gapping cunt. Brittany
ordered, “Sandy, get in there and lick Karen clean before Pete administers
the appropriate awards.” After about five minutes and an orgasm from Karen,
Brittany ordered, “That’s enough Sandy. Both of you go and present
yourself to Pete for your punishment.”

Both Sandy and Karen crawled over to Pete and assumed there slave
kneeling position in front of Pete. Brittany ordered, “Sandy, kneel in
front of Pete and put your hands behind the back of your head. Karen, I
want you to grab Sandy’s elbows and pull back even more and hold her while
she receivers her punishment. Sandy, you will ask Pete to switch your left
tit, then your right tit and then your cunt in that order. You will count
each strike of the switch and thank Pete for it. When you have counted the
10th swat with the switch, you ask him to whip the next tit or your cunt as
appropriate. Do you understand?”

Sandy answered, “Yes miss.”

Brittany looked at Pete and said, “She’s all yours gramps.”

Pete looked at the assortment of switches and canes that were brought
over by Scott Mc Bride and picked a light switch. He stood to the side and
slightly to the rear of Sandy’s’s left and stood there.

Sandy asked, “Would you please whip my left tit please sir.”

Pete swung as hard as he could with a back hand and the switch hit
directly across Sandy’s left nipple. She screamed in pain and then said,
“One, thank you sir, please may I have another.” She took the remaining
nine, counting each one in turn and after the tenth one she sobbed out,
“Please sir will you whip my right tit sir.”

Pete took up a position to Sandy’s right and slightly to the rear and
swung down hard on her right tit. She counted one, thanked him and asked
for another. This happened 10 times and she then asked, “Please sir, will
you switch my cunt for me?”

Brittany ordered, “Sandy, get on your back. Karen, stand with your feet
on either side of her head and pick up Sandy’s legs and hold her by the
ankles with her legs at a 45 degree angle.”

Sandy lifted her legs up to make it easier for Karen to grab them.
Karen grabbed her ankles and spread her legs out as far as they would go.
This opened and exposed her cunt to the switch. Brittany ordered, “Now ask
Pete to switch your cunt again Sandy.”

Sandy pleaded, “Please whip my cunt sir.”

Pete took the switch and swung it down hard right down the center of her
split cunt and right over her clit. Sandy screamed bloody murder for a few
seconds and then gasping for breath between sobs counted, “One, thank you
sir, may I have another please sir?” This then continued for ten strokes
with Pete moving the strikes a little to the left and right to ensure good
coverage of her cunt lips. When she counted the last strike she said,
“Thank you sir for punishing my worthless tits and cunt. She lay there
silently bawling her eyes out. She had learned from painful experience not
to scream or cry too much when her mom and dad were around.

Brittany ordered rudely, “Get up cunt, it’s time for your bitch friend
to get hers. Karen, get down there now.”

Karen complied wondering when she was going to wake up from this
nightmare. She saw how much pain Sandy endured with ten swats with the
switch on her cunt, how was she going to survive 30. The fear was obvious
on her face and tears were already flowing down her cheeks from the
knowledge that she had no choice but to do as she was told.

Sandy took the same position over Karen’s head and held her ankles so
that her legs were in a V at a 45 degree angle. While she was doing this,
Pete went over to the selection of canes and switches and picked up a half
inch diameter cane that was split on one end into eight thin strips. This
would allow for full coverage on each strike. He went back to Karen and
looked down at Karen. He noticed that her cunt was already raw looking
from the abuse it had taken that day. He knew she was going to be in
pretty miserable shape for the next few days after today’s and tomorrow’s
activities. When he was in position Karen asked, “Would you please whip my
cunt please sir.”

Pete swung the cane in the air to get a feel of its weight. He then
swung down hard, hitting Karen dead center along her cunt crack and across
her clit. The ends splayed out so that both sides were struck with several
of the strips.

Karen Screamed bloody murder from the pain and gasped a few times trying
to get out the count. She finally took a deep breath and said, “One, thank
you kind sir, can this worthless cunt have another please.”

Pete swung again and again elicited a hideous scream from Karen. She
counted and thanked him again. She received 17 such strikes, counting each
and thanking him for each, but on the 18th strike she passed out from the
pain. One of the guys quickly went into the store and got a bucket of icy
water from a display bin with sodas in it. He came out and threw it across
Karen from cunt to head so that it covered her entire body. This woke
Karen with a jerk and somehow she remembered to count 18 and thanked Pete
for the swat. She was now in constant pain, and was crying uncontrollably.
But she continued to count each strike and thank Pete each time until they
reached 30. Karen’s cunt was a raw bleeding mess from the whipping. The
blood was from the very small lacerations caused by the strips of the cane
pinching as it hit her cunt lips.

Brittany looked at Karen and ordered her on her knees. She saw how bad
Karen’s cunt was beaten and knew she couldn’t stand much more. She got in
front of Karen’s collar and asked, “Darrell, Karen’s cunt is in awfully bad
shape. Can I take the silver bullet from her ass and put it in her cunt so
that the boys won’t do any permanent damage?”

Karen felt the vibrator pulse and looked at Brittany and sobbed out,
“It’s okay.”

Brittany then went to her ass and told her to push. When the end of the
silver dildo appeared, Brittany grabbed it and took it to Karen’s face and
ordered her to clean it off. Karen opened her mouth and Brittany inserted
the dildo to the very end and then pulled it out while twisting it so that
Karen could tongue off any of the remaining shit on it. When it came out
of her mouth, it was as clean as a whistle. Brittany then took it and
inserted it none to gently into Karen’s cunt, causing Karen to scream again
from the pain. Brittany responded, “Oh shut up bitch. That didn’t hurt
you………that bad.” She patted Karen’s cunt lightly with the open palm
of her hand. Karen screamed again from the light tap and then returned to
bawling her eyes out.

Brittany then announced to the guys, “They’re all yours now. Karen’s
cunt is off limits, but you can fuck her ass hole till the cows come home.
And by the looks of you all, she’ll probably be able to fit a cow up her
ass by the time you’re done with her.

The first one to step up to Karen’s ass was Scott Mc Bride. He said,
“Karen, I’ve been waiting to fuck you since you and Sandy became best
friends. I had given up all hope when you graduated and they said you had
won a scholarship to Harvard. I never dreamed that you would get married
to Darrell and join our little group. Boy is your ass good. I see
Darrell’s been training you well.”

Scott rammed his cock into her ass hole as quick and hard as he could.
It was still a bit loose from the dildo and he had no problem sinking to
the hilt. He fucked her ass long and hard while slapping her hard on both
ass cheeks alternately. Finally he groaned and let loose his first load of
cum in her ass. When he pulled out he turned and told the boys, “Come on
and fill her holes boys. If you don’t want to wait for Karen fill free to
use any of Sandy’s holes instead or in addition to Karen’s. She’s nothing
but a slut and will take it in any hole you want.”

Jack and Jake Jackson came up and Jack took Karen’s ass and Jake took
her mouth. They rammed their cocks in at the same time. Karen groaned
from the duel assault and tried to get her breath. After about three
strokes, the twins pulled out and switched places. Jack quickly thrust his
shit covered cock down Karen’s throat and started pumping while Jake did
the same at her back door entrance. Again they switched after about three
strokes and switched ends. This time Jake sank his shit covered cock down
her throat and again three strokes and they switched. They continued like
this for about 15 minutes and finally, as if on cue, they both came. Jack
shot his cum down her throat and Jake shot it up her ass.

Bill Cates and his dad went to Sandy when the twins went to Karen. Mr.
Cates stuck his cock down Sandy’s throat and Bill slammed his up her
whipped cunt. Sandy let out a muffled scream around Mr. Cates cock and
just as they were getting into a rhythm, they noticed what the twins were
doing with Karen. They looked at each other and nodded without any other
communication and switched ends. They copied the twins and Bill forced his
cock down Sandy’s throat to the hilt and his dad sunk his cock into her ass
with no preparation. Sandy let out another muffled scream around Bill’s
cock and just as she recovered, he and his dad switched ends. Bill sank
his Cock into her ass this time and his dad sunk his shit covered cock down
her throat. After three strokes they switched again and this time Bill
thrust his shit covered cock down her throat and his dad forced his cock up
her wet cunt. Sandy groaned in pain again from the contact on her whipped
cunt. The boy and his father thrust three times and switched again. Bill
took her cunt and his dad took her throat. When they switched again, they
used her mouth and ass and continued to alternate between her ass and cunt
every other time. Because they had cum in Karen earlier, they had a bit
more staying power than the twins. Bill lasted 20 minutes and came up her
cunt. His dad was still going strong and when Bill pulled out he moved to
Sandy’s ass and invited another boy to join in. One of the other boys came
and took Bill’s place and continued the same rhythm. He lasted about five
minutes and was replaced by another boy. By the time Bill’s dad came down
Sandy’s throat, 5 other boys had cum and gone.

When the twins finished with Karen, Paul moved up and forced his smelly
unwashed cock down her throat. Karen almost puked from the smell of him.
None of the other boys wanted to join in while he was fucking Karen and so
they waited for him or someone on Sandy to finish. Brittany took this
opportunity to move to Karen’s ass end and started fucking her ass with two
fingers. It was already slick with Jake’s cum and she soon had three
fingers and then four and finally she tucked her thumb under and pushed her
whole hand up her ass. After about four or five thrusts with her balled up
fist, she pulled her fist out with an audible pop and told Paul to switch
ends. Paul came back to Karen’s ass and sank his cock into her ass hole.
All of the exercise her ass muscles and cunt muscles had from the silver
dildo had given them some resilience. She squeezed her muscles down and to
Paul it felt good and tight.

Brittany went to Karen’s front and grabbed her hair with one hand and
stuck her shit covered hand in front of her nose and said, “You know what
to do with this Karen. Now get busy and clean it up good.”

Karen Started licking the shit off of Brittany’s hand. About the time
Karen had the hand clean, Paul was close to coming and didn’t want to
switch so Brittany ordered Karen to open wide and pulled down her pants and
stepped up and started pissing in Karen’s mouth. Before she was done
pissing however, she pushed Karen’s head down with her face still tilted
upward and pissed on her face.

This was too much for Paul who started cumming in her ass. When he was
done, he pulled his filthy cock out and went to Karen’s face and ordered,
“Since you like shit so much bitch, suck me clean.”

Karen took his shit covered cock and sucked it clean. He started to
harden again and told her to keep sucking. He motioned for one of the
other guys to take her ass and one of them finally did. About the time
that the guy started fucking Karen’s ass, Paul started cumming. He pulled
out after the first spurt and came all over her face. He stuck his cock
back in her mouth and told her to clean him off. After a minute he pulled
his limp cock out of her mouth. He grabbed it and pointed it at her mouth.

Karen knew what was coming and didn’t have to be told to open her mouth.
It wasn’t long before Paul was pissing in her mouth. After a couple of
seconds he moved the piss stream around so that he pissed all over her
entire face and her hair. When he was done he turned and said, “Next!” as
he walked back to where old Pete was sitting and watching.

Pete looked at Paul and said, “You’ve got potential boy. What’s your
name son?”

Paul told him, “It’s Paul sir.”

Pete then told him, “Come back by tomorrow so we can talk.”

Paul answered, “Not a problem, I’ll be glad to.”

They then turned to watch the gang bang going on. All of the other boys
were taking a page out of Brittany and Paul’s book and when they got done
cumming in either Karen or Sandy, they would then have them clean their
cocks and then piss in their mouth and on their face and hair. Both girls
reeked of piss by the time they were done. They had ingested so much cum
and shit that they were getting nauseous.

Just when Karen thought it was all over, Brittany came up with Bruno and
said, “You aren’t done yet bitch. Bruno wants a piece of your ass so you
aren’t going anywhere.”

Karen noticed that Bruno’s cock was already two thirds of the way out
and just reached up and started jacking the dog off. Soon the dog’s cock
was all of the way out and the knot was starting to swell. Brittany pulled
Bruno back and led him to Karen’s back side. Brittany looked at Sandy and
asked, “What are you waiting for cunt? You know what to do, only guide it
into her asshole this time. Karen, you better get to sucking Sandy’s cunt
out. I know she has a lot of spunk in there and when you get that clean
you can suck her ass clean as well.”

Brittany took Bruno to Karen’s ass end and ordered him up and helped him
land on Karen’s back. She leaned down and whispered soft enough into
Sandy’s ear so that Karen couldn’t hear, “When Karen starts sucking cum out
of your ass, I want you to shit into her mouth. If you don’t, I’ll have
your dad switch both your cunt and your asshole with that cane Pete used on
Karen until you are a bleeding pulp. And you know he’ll do it to.”

Sandy just nodded her head in affirmation that she understood. She
reached up and guided Bruno’s huge cock into Karen’s ass. He thrust in
with one mighty lunge. Karen’s ass had been used so much that Bruno had no
trouble forcing his knot in but it still hurt like hell. It was about then
when Karen switched to Sandy’s ass hole after sucking her cunt clean. She
gave out a grunt and a long painful groan when the knot went in.

After a short pause she lowered her mouth down to Sandy’s ass hole. She
licked up cum that was running out first and then covered her ass hole and
started sucking. Karen felt the dog’s knot swell in her ass and groaned
some more from the pain. She didn’t know how she could take something so
huge in her ass. She knew that the pain was going to be severe. She just
hoped that the fisting she took from Brittany had loosened her up enough to
take it. As she sucked on Sandy’s ass hole, at first it was just a mix of
cum and shit coming out. Soon though a log of shit was being forced out of
Sandy’s ass and she started to take her head away.

When Karen lifted her head, Brittany was there to push her head down and
said, “Now, now, there will be none of that. She was so nice to take so
many of the boys for you and then share their cum with you, the least you
can do is eat her shit for her. Now don’t let any go to waste.”

Karen opened her mouth and let the log of shit enter her mouth and
chewed and swallowed as fast as she could. It seemed as if Sandy had a
never ending supply of shit but finally she noticed that the log was
getting softer and softer. At last a little bit of sludge came out and
then it ended.

Karen didn’t know how long it had been but she could feel the dog
starting to come. She had been concentrating so hard on eating the shit
without throwing it all back up that she hadn’t felt the dog’s knot as it
expanded. She felt a heavy pressure in her ass as the dog’s cum was
filling her up. Brittany leaned down and ordered, “Sandy, when Bruno
pull’s his cock out, I want you to get up there and suck all of the his cum
out of her ass. But I don’t want you to swallow it; I want you to go and
kiss Karen and give it to her to eat. I’m going to have her shit it your
mouth like you did to her, but you are going to take it a bite at a time
and then give it back in a kiss for her to eat her own shit.”

Sandy came out from under Karen and got into position so that when the
dog’s cock pulled out, she would be close enough to move her mouth to
Karen’s ass. All of a sudden she felt a splash of ice cold water hit her
head and back as several guys started dumping ice cold water on Bruno.
This was enough for him to pull his cock out with a loud plop. Karen
screamed in pain as the knot hadn’t gone down sufficiently.

Sandy immediately clamped her mouth over Karen’s distended asshole and
sucked as much of the dog’s cum as she could hold in her mouth. She
quickly crawled around to Karen’s face and mashed her lips against Karen’s.
Sandy’s tongue came out and started pushing between Karen’s lips in a
French kiss. Karen opened her mouth and accepted and swallowed the cum
that Sandy pushed in. When her mouth was empty, Sandy crawled back to
Karen’s ass and licked up what had leaked out and then started sucking
again. This time she got a mixture of shit and cum.

While Sandy went back to suck the cum out of Karen’s ass, Brittany
leaned down and told her, “Shit into Sandy’s mouth a little at a time until
you can’t shit any more.”

Sandy was returning with a mixture of cum and shit and she immediately
locked lips with Karen and began to force the mixture into her mouth.
Karen knew she had no choice but to swallow everything. When her mouth was
empty, Sandy crawled back to Karen’s ass and started sucking again. This
time she got more shit than cum. The shit was a rather loose sludge
because of the diet she had been on. Sandy’s mouth was soon full and she
crawled back around and gave it to Karen in a kiss for her to eat. She
continued doing this for the next five minutes until there was no more shit
coming out of Karen. Karen’s face looked green as if she were about to
puke. Brittany leaned down and said, “You don’t want to do that. I’ll
make you lick it all back up and I guarantee it will be worse the second
time around than it was the first.”

As she was standing back up, Brittany noticed that Bruno was taking a
dump in the alley. She said, “Well now isn’t that a pleasant surprise. It
looks like Bruno is leaving you a little gift in the alley way.”

Brittany attached the leash to Karen’s collar and led her over on her
hands and knees to the steaming pile of dog shit. She pushed Karen’s head
down into the shit and ordered her to eat it. This was all Karen could
take and she spewed up everything in her stomach on top of the pile of
shit. When she was done heaving everything up, Brittany spoke up and said
mockingly, “I told you that if you threw it all up that I would make you
lick it up. Now get busy and start cleaning it all up. I don’t want to
see a drop left.”

Brittany turned and saw that Sandy was white as a sheet watching what
Karen was being forced to do. Brittany ordered, “Sandy, get over there and
help her. You lick up a mouthful at a time and then give it back to her
like you did when you cleaned up her ass. And if you throw up, which I
hope you do, then you can do the same with your vomit. Now get over there
and get busy.”

Sandy started to walk over to where Karen was at but Brittany hollered,
“On your hands and knees Sandy. Crawl over there like the bitch you are.”

Sandy sadly complied and started crawling over to Karen who was licking
up her own puke, trying desperately to keep from upchucking again. When
Sandy finally crawled next to Karen, she and Karen glanced at each other
with sadness in her eyes. They both leaned down and began to tentatively
lick up the vomit from the asphalt. Sure enough, Sandy couldn’t stand the
stench and the contents of her stomach came up on top of Karen’s. Karen
just quit breathing through her nose and licked everything up as fast as
she could. It was a very difficult task due to the combined stench of both
hers and Sandy’s vomit.

Sandy eventually quit heaving and then leaned down and started licking
up the putrid mixture. When she got a mouth full she turned to Karen and
reached up with her hand behind Karen’s head and kissed her like she did
before and pushed the contents of her mouth into Karen’s. This caught
Karen by surprise and she threw up again while she and Sandy were joined at
the lips. What little contents that had made it back in to Karen’s stomach
now spewed out of her mouth and nose and into Sandy’s mouth. It was so
unexpected and the pressure behind it was so much that it came spewing out
of Sandy’s nose as well. She immediately broke loose and dry heaved again.

When they got control of themselves again, they started back to licking
up the putrid mixture. Karen swallowing and Sandy kissing mouthful after
mouthful back into Karen’s mouth. Now that she was expecting it, Karen
could concentrate on swallowing down the bile that threatened to come back
up at any second. It took about 45 minutes for them to clean everything
up, including the dog shit. Karen was so nauseous when she finally
finished that she couldn’t stand much more abuse. She prayed that that was
the end of it.

When they were done, they knelt in the waiting position they had both
been taught to await their orders. Karen kept swallowing down to keep
everything from coming back up. She was extremely nauseous and knew that
the smallest thing would trigger her. All of the guys were applauding and
cheering the show. They had gathered around the two of them and the ones
closest had pulled out their cocks and started pissing on the two girls.
When they were done, the next group stepped up and pissed on them and
finally the last few took their turn. Both Karen and Sandy were drenched
from head to foot in piss. Brittany led the dog up to them and she let him
sniff them. She kept him mostly on Karen and he finally lifted his hind
leg and started pissing on Karen.

Karen just knelt there with tears streaming down her face from the total
humiliation and degradation of what she had to endure. She swore to
herself that she would bide her time and when the time was right she would
be history. She would escape and get to her parents. They would have to
believe her and maybe she could convince them to call the police.

Finally Pete announced, “Alright boys and girls, I think you have had
enough fun for one night. Thanks for putting on such a great show. I
haven’t had this much fun in years. Jake, Jack, Brittany, Paul and Scott,
could you come over here for a minute?”

The ones he called for came over to him and when they were all there
Pete said, “Would you like to join in for a two day long repeat of this by
yourselves?”

They all agreed and he told them, “I’ll get back to you when I have a
date arranged. It will most likely be in about three weeks but may be
longer. Give me your phone numbers and I’ll call you when I know when and
where.” He copied their phone numbers down as they told them to him.

Pete finally called Karen to him as Sandy went with her dad. Karen
started to crawl but Pete told her she could walk. When Karen got up to
him, she knelt down in her slave position and waited. Pete said, “Karen, I
must say that that was way beyond anything that I expected. I figured that
you would maybe get three or four boys to join you. But you managed not
only a large group of boys but two girls, a dog and two dads. You
definitely earned everything so while you and Sandy were finishing up your
last little task, I took the liberty of having the boys load your van up
with everything on the list plus a very, very fine wine that I have been
saving for a special occasion. I know that Darrell will appreciate it very
much though I doubt he will share much with you. Why don’t you get dressed
and go on home now?”

Karen stood up and paused for a minute and asked, “Can I clean up a bit
before I get dressed please?”

Pete looked at her like she was crazy and said, “What? And let you
traipse piss through half my store. I don’t think so. You just go ahead
and get dressed and get out of here before I change my mind and keep
everything.”

This got Karen moving. She put her skirt and top on and reattached her
chains and got in the van in no time flat. She started up the van and took
off to drive back to Darrell’s Parent’s house. As she was pulling out,
Pete pulled out his remote phone and dialed a number. When the other end
answered, he said, “She’s on her way. Have fun.”

This ends Chapter 12 of Part 1 of Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story.

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It’s all about the ‘O’

emma had this to say about the female ‘hands free’ orgasm.

Unlike a lot of her posts, this one didn’t seem as well thought out, and this lack of alacrity somehow compelled Me to comment;

Mrs. Kelly’s Playhouse: The Hands-Free O: The Hands-Free O

I am not an easy-comer. It’s not difficult for me to orgasm while masturbating and it’s not particularly difficult for me to orgasm while having intercourse as long as there is also clitoral stimulation going on. But I am not the kind of girl who gets a dick in her vagina and then starts screaming with a big-O.

If I were sitting around with Dr. Freud, I would be told that my clitoral orgasms were immature and a symptom of my repression or something like that (I’m not a Freudian-psychologist so don’t expect total accuracy here on what the coke-head “doctor” would have said).

I have always figured that I am pretty normal and average in the orgasm department (and the stats back me up here). Stories where the women come just by thinking about big cocks make me laugh out loud. But I am willing to accept that women are different and that there is a lot of variation in ease of coming.

My roommate in college claimed to have never had an orgasm, neither during intercourse nor by her own manipulation. I found that pretty unbelievable since I had spent literally hours masturbating during my teen years. But she was actually doing stuff like holding a mirror in front of her private parts and searching for her clit (some of those female “discover yourself” books have some pretty wild stuff in them).

I admit that until very recently I thought the whole notion of an easier comer was…um… bullshit. I thought that the majority of women were probably like me and that easy-comers were the fantasy of men. By reading sex stories and watching porn, you find that often male fantasies have to do with women being more like men: they come easily, they love sex and want to have sex with anyone anywhere, they shoot cum like a man, they are obsessed with penises.

I often think guys would be a lot happier in the sex department if they had sex with other guys most of the time and just had sex with women for procreation but that’s a whole other post.

I happened to talk to one of my oldest friends recently — someone who has been known to be a total slut – and low and behold she admitted that she was an easier comer. She referred to herself as a “sure-thing” and said if a guy couldn’t get her off, he had to be just terrible in bed. I have to admit to being somewhat jealous. I wish I were an easier-comer but I’m just not. And I just have to accept that.

But something that distresses me is how many men are still basically going by the Freudian model. I haven’t exactly done a study on this but it seems like young guys especially feel threatened if a woman needs to touch herself during sex.

At AskEmma I suggested that a guy encourage his girlfriend to use a vibrator during anal sex to make it more enjoyable and he actually said that he thought most guys were threatened by vibrators. Really? Why? I don’t imagine any woman would leave her boyfriend or husband for a vibrator.

A vibrator virtually guarantees an orgasm in a woman (and a pretty fucking great one at that). How could that be a bad thing? Why would that threaten a guy? Only because he really believes that his penis is supposed to do all the magic and if it doesn’t then something is wrong with him or her. If I could go back in time and kill Freud, I might (probably not though because if I could go back in time I’d go back and fuck 1976 David Bowie and 1972 Iggy Pop). But I do believe that Freud and his ilk did a great disservice to women and men alike.

When I think about the guy who said he’d be threatened by his girlfriend using a vibrator during anal sex, I really wonder what he was thinking. I mean he was asking me to give him advice about how to make his girlfriend enjoy it more but at the same time scared of the one thing that would make it probably the most enjoyable for her. Why on earth would anyone think that simply sticking a dick in a girl’s ass would get her off? It’s a complete misunderstanding of female anatomy and the female orgasm.

A female/male submissive might get aroused by the intensity of anal sex but my guess is that most women and probably most men don’t get off just on anal sex with no stimulation of the clit or penis. Again, I am not an expert on any of this but what I am suggesting is that people do what gets them off without worrying too much about the right or wrong of it.

And just to prove a point, I am sure that at least one guy will comment here about how wrong I am about female orgasms and how the goal is the hands-free O. And I’ll probably tell him to fuck off. Posted by Emma Kelly at 2:49 AM

3 comments:

Gillette said…

I’m wondering if people are talking about different types of orgasms???? I’m thinkin’ we’re all different, have different responses at different times in our lives (well..that’s been my experience, anyway..and don’t I just hate it that I have enough years to have “perspective??” HA!)

There are times when a guy first enters that I definitely get one type of orgasm that I call an “oozie.” STRONG but diffused energy all over the body.

But those are very different than clitoral orgasms…which are more “work” for me. And I definitely do the manual thingie with anal. But/and I’ve also talked to men who’ve been with women who orgasm initially with the anal thing like I do with the vaginal thing. I’m not sure if it’s the same type of orgasm as a clitoral one as I haven’t talked to them.

I don’t get the vibrator threat thingie, either. Ask him if he ever fantasizes about anyone/anything other than the partner he’s fucking in the moment. My guess is yes. Many people use tools to get that O, just some of them are made of rubber and some are in the mind.

March 12, 2008 3:03 AM Anonymous said…

Well, my wife always brings herself off with her fingers either when I do cunnilingus on her or when I am inside her. As for cunninlingus, she likes that I lick her, but a some point, as I continue to lick her, she will provoke her orgasms with her fingers.

And I must admit that I find that very erotic — that is, that she actively brings on her orgasms (which are very much in the plural) with her own fingers.

Does that mean I am less of a man, etc. I really don’t worry about that at all. I am about 6 3/4 inches long. I am neither thin nor thick.

Uh, about Freud, well,if I may: your argument is based in a popular view of Freud. But that does not really matter.

March 12, 2008 4:10 AM Jarl Mezentius said…

OK. I have been a long time reader and because of my BDSM/Gorean lifestyle and opinions, I have kept out of your comment box as a measure of respect, but in this case I must, respectfully, put my comment here.

I have been informed by several of my former and present girls that there are at LEAST two different kinds of female orgasm. I tend to believe them since they would have no reason to lie about this subject (and would be severly punished if they did lie on any subject, but that is again a completely different subject for a BDSM thread) that this should be the case.

Most of the women agreed that there is a ’shudder’ factor that occurs when the body is suddenly and completely sexually energized, either from a touch, a scent or any of the other senses. I also understand that although this shudder is complete head to toe sexual sensation, that a girl might get wet and ready for sex, that it is not the actual Big-O.

The second orgasm described by my girls is what most women would call the Big-O.

The description of this event is always met with hesitation when approached Master to slave, as if this is some secret that women actually keep away from each other, let alone a Man and his friends.

The Big-O however is described physically the same as the Male orgasm, all other incoming sensations are halted, with the exception of the erogenous zones, and the body convulses in repeated pulses throughout, centered and concentrated on the sexual organs.

The energy and exertion of this type of female orgasm has the same effect on the woman as the Male orgasm has… exhaustion and complete satisfaction… (roll over and go to sleep)

Having described these two most common types of Orgasm I would also like to point out that in Men and in Women, the little and the Big-O is something that can occur, hands-free … and even in the case of more than one submissive (both male and female) can occur ‘On Command’ with the spoken command being the only immediate stimulus.

Simple Logic proves this out, as the most sexual organ in the human body, is the human mind… tickle it, tease it, and tempt it correctly, and your girl (or guy) will cum with a Big-O every time.

March 12, 2008 6:41 AM

13/09/2007 9:18:50 AM

(BUM) The members of the rock group Led Zeppelin have confirmed that they will be reuniting.

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The surviving members of the group Led Zeppelin will be reuniting for a show at the O2 Arena in London.

This concert will reunite Robert Plant, Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones. Many other artists will be part of the show including Pete Townshend, Bill Wyman’s Rhythm Kings, Foreigner and Paolo Nutini.

The show is a fundraiser for the Ahmet Ertegun Education Fund which gives education scholarships for the United Kingdom, the United States and Turkey.

The last Led Zeppelin concert was in 1980 in Berlin, just before the death of the drummer, John Bonham.

Norway’s Supreme Court cleared editor Stein-Erik Mattsson on pornography charges, ending Mattson’s three-year long battle to modernize Norway’s censorship practices. Importers are now gearing up to flood Norway with porn, but authorities may still keep it out.

Right: Stein-Erik Mattson with his issue of ‘Free’ Aktuell Rapport, which dropped its price tag and censorship bars and started the legal process that ended Wednesday.

PHOTO: ERLEND AAS/SCANPIX

Mattsson flouted Norway’s insistence on putting black censorship bars over images of ‘genitalia in action that may offend’ by printing up an uncensored but far from sensational magazine called Frie Aktuell Rapport. He not only gave it away, he sent a copy to every Member of Parliament and waited for trouble.

The long legal process that resulted nearly broke Mattsson. After first being acquitted, prosecutors appealed the verdict but the appeals court unanimously rejected the appeal. The Oslo district attorney then took the case to the Supreme Court, but having lost his job in the interim, Mattsson offered to pay his fine in order to put an end to the matter.

But he had no choice once the case was on the Supreme Court agenda. Instead, he made a convincing argument, showing judges a lengthy montage of film sequences passed by Norway’s board of film censors on artistic grounds that was far more disturbing than run-of-the-mill sex without bits covered.

The Supreme Court couldn’t stand watching it all, and agreed that standards had changed since the law’s inception.

“After a collective assessment I have concluded that the threshold for what today is deemed to be offensive – and therefore punishable – cannot be said to have been transgressed,” is how first-voting Supreme Court judge Ole Bjørn Støle ruled, and the decision was unanimous.

Mattson said the ruling finally upheld his view that he had done nothing wrong by showing ‘regular sex’, uncovered, and he sent his thanks to Socialist Left Party politician and porn hater Lena Jensen, for bringing the original complaint against him.

Norway’s porn industry is ready to open the floodgates for uncensored material, but doubts remain.

“We are waiting to push the button, first we just have to make sure exactly what is legal,” said Finn Engnes, manager of Erotic Wholesales, who has so far specialized in importing sex toys, oils and lingerie. Engnes said he expects a green light and is already lining up producers from Europe and the USA.

Leif Aage Hagen, Norway’s major player in the sex and porn industry in Norway, said he had been planning for this day for 30 years.

“A Norwegian version of the American “Hustler” will be launched as soon as possible, maybe already before New Year’s,” Hagen said.

Film channel Canal + said they had no immediate plans to drop the black bars that obscure the action on their late night erotic films.

“We interpret the ruling to apply to the printed medium and not film. We conduct ourselves according to Norwegian law and so will not be changing our programming offering because of this ruling,” said Canal + managing director Bjørn Stangjordet.

Meanwhile, politicians are ready to respond by introducing new and more specific legislation to keep porn at bay. Parliamentary members of the governing coalition signaled that they would push for a new examination of censorship legislation, and they can expect the enthusiastic support of the Christian Democrats.

Aftenposten’s Norwegian reporters

Kristian Skalland Moen, Gudmund Bartnes and Lars Ditlev Hansen

Aftenposten English Web Desk

Jonathan Tisdall

This is an article from www.aftenposten.no.

Updated: 08. desember 2005 kl.19:32

It can be found at this address: http://www.aftenposten.no/english/local/article1174517.ece

You know the old cliche, a picture is worth a thousand words? Turns out that pictures have been deeply undervalued: A single photo can cost you your reputation, your job, even your freedom–if you post it online.

Teachers, principals, firefighters, mayors, university presidents, and everyday people have all discovered the dark side of putting the wrong photos and videos on social networking sites. Sometimes they paid the price in embarrassment. An unlucky handful lost their jobs or landed in jail.

The results aren’t pretty, but they are sometimes hilarious. Here’s our dirty dozen–12 pictures their owners probably wish they could take back.

1. Hey Kevin, Tinker Bell Wants Her Outfit Back

It’s bad enough to dress up like you’re about to slip a dollar under some toothless child’s pillow. But former intern Kevin Colvin made it much worse by asking his boss at Anglo Irish Bank if he could take time off for a “family emergency in New York,” then flitting off to a Halloween party dressed like a refugee from Peter Pan. Putting the faerie pix on his Facebook profile was the finishing touch. After his boss found the pictures, he responded by attaching the photo in question and blind-copied the entire office. Colvin lost his internship and what was left of his reputation when the e-mail messages went flying across the Internet; at least he got to keep the wand.

2. Quick, Call 911–My Pants Are on Fire

Now that an ex-beauty queen is running for the VP slot, life may be easier for hot mommas who also happen to be office holders. It will be too late to help Carmen Kontur-Gronquist, though. The former mayor of Arlington, Oregon, got in hot water with her constituents after a family member posted photos to her MySpace profile showing off her, umm, political assets in the town firehouse (where she worked as an executive secretary). Amazingly, the town of 500 voted to recall her from office shortly after the photos went public. Maybe they were afraid people would start setting fires, just to see what she was wearing when she showed up.

3. Muscle Bound or Muscle Brained?

What is it about firehouses that makes people want to take off their clothes? In this case, Boston fireman Alberto Arroyo got in trouble for stripping down to take part in a body-building competition last May. (He finished eighth in the 2008 Pro Natural American Championships, by the way.) There’s nothing wrong with fire fighters showing off their muscles, but Arroyo made the mistake of competing two weeks after he’d filed for permanent disability status due to back injuries. Apparently his injuries enabled him to lift barbells but prevented him from inspecting buildings for code violations. After his bosses saw video of Arroyo competing on YouTube, they decided to give him plenty of spare time to work on his pecs.

4. Vending Machine Leads Tennis Teen, 40-Love

British tennis phenoms Naomi Broady and David Rice are no longer feeling the love from the UK’s Lawn Tennis Association. The LTA nixed its sponsorship of the teens in October 2007 after discovering photos of Broady and Rice on social networking site Bebo showing them drunk, getting intimate with condom dispensers in public restrooms, and otherwise displaying “a lack of discipline.” According to the Yorkshire Evening Post,”Naomi’s Bebo profile showed her out on the town, with her legs wrapped round a toilet vending machine.” No doubt trying to coax it to return the correct change.

5. Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum

What do you do with a drunken pirate? Throw her in the brig–or, if you’re Millersville University, deny her a teaching degree. That’s what happened to Stacey Snyder, a then-27-year-old student teacher who posted a self portrait to her MySpace page under the caption “drunk pirate,” even though it was not clear from the photo exactly what liquid was in her plastic cup. The Pennsylvania-based university decided the picture was “unprofessional” enough to rescind Snyder’s degree, just days before it was to be awarded in May 2006. Snyder sued the university in federal court, claiming it violated her First Amendment rights (not to mention, of course, her Right to Paaaaar-tay). As of publication date of this story, that suit is still active.

6. Moronic at Any Speed

Quick, what’s more stupid–driving 140 mph or filming yourself while driving 140 mph? How about filming yourself driving 140 mph and then posting the evidence on YouTube? That was only the tip of the dunce-berg for 23-year-old Andrew Kellett of Leeds, England. He posted more than 80 videos of himself driving recklessly, stealing gasoline, using drugs, and engaging in sundry other illegal activities under the name “Mrchimp2007.” Last July, a city magistrate who’d had enough of this monkey business gave Kellett two years probation and ordered him to stop posting videos of his dirty deeds ( though some are still available online). “Kellett must be in the running to be Britain’s Dumbest Criminal,” said Leeds City Councilor Les Carter. “If more criminals were as obliging, the city would be even safer.”

7. Where There’s Smoke, There’s Ire

Sometimes posting a photo of someone else is enough to get you in trouble. In March 2005 Central High student Eliazar Velasquez snapped shots of principal Elaine Almagno having a smoke on school grounds and posted them to his Web site. He then distributed flyers throughout the Providence-based school, urging students to visit the site. Though it was Almagno who got caught breaking Rhode Island’s ban on smoking near schools, it was the sophomore who got suspended. But not for long; after the story hit the news wires, Velasquez’s suspension was lifted. Our advice to Almagno? Two words: Nicotine patch.

8. No Nudes Is Good Nudes

Here are two quick rules of thumb. If you’re going to teach art to high schoolers, try not to post nude photos of yourself online. And if you must teach art and pose in the nude, don’t do it in Texas. Tamara Hoover found this out the hard way in May 2006, when she was forced to leave her teaching position at Austin High School after students discovered semi-nude pix of the 31-year-old on Flickr. Perhaps it was the photos of a nude Hoover wearing a spiked dog collar that set school administrators into a tizzy, or perhaps it was simply because the photos were taken by Hoover’s gay lover. Because as we all know, Texas has no room for artists, lesbians, or naked people.

9. Nice, Err, Pom Poms

As Texas is to nude art teachers, Illinois is to scantily clad cheerleading coaches. In April 2007, 25-year-old Natosha Shaw was temporarily stripped of her pom poms when parents at Waukegan High discovered sexy photos on Shaw’s MySpace profile. Parents claimed the aspiring dancer/model was also “inexperienced, incompetent, and immature” as well as under dressed. But Shaw, who’s also an executive assistant to an Illinois state congressman, was ultimately given a second chance. Apparently it’s OK to train teenage girls to perform in front of crowds wearing skimpy outfits, so long as you don’t do it on MySpace. Shouldn’t the parents be more worried that she doesn’t know how to spell “Natasha”?

10. Then We Ordered Another Bottle of Tequila, and When I Woke Up One of My Kidneys Was Missing

It was a vacation she’d probably rather forget. When Janet Dudley-Eshbach, president of Salisbury University in Maryland, created an album of her family’s trip to Mexico on Facebook in October 2007, she didn’t expect a local TV station to broadcast the photos to the world, or to have a Wikipedia entry covering the mini-scandal. The problem wasn’t the photos so much as the captions, like the one for this picture: “I ended up having to beat off the Mexicans because they were constantly flirting with my daughter.” (We believe she meant with a stick.) Or the photo of a tapir, a piglike mammal, with an arrow pointing to its outsized manhood. The 53-year-old educator was forced to apologize for conduct unbecoming a university president–and to endure a painful lesson on how not to use Facebook’s privacy settings.

11. Yesterday, Spring Break; Tomorrow, Prison Break

What’s a Halloween costume cost? For college junior Joshua Lipton, it was two years of his life. In October 2006, the Bryant University student was charged with drunk driving after causing a three-car crash that left one Providence woman in critical condition. Two weeks later he showed up for a Halloween party dressed as “Jail Bird,” photos of which made it onto Facebook. That didn’t sit very well with the judge in the case, who called the picture “a defense attorney’s worst nightmare” and sentenced Lipton to two years in prison. The good news: The department of corrections didn’t have to issue Lipton a new jumpsuit–he already had his own.

12. I’m a PC, She’s a Mac, and You’re Unemployed

Michael Hanscom did not pose nude on Flickr, attack the locals with a stick on his trip to Mexico, or dress up like the Fairy Princess while calling in sick. His crime? In October 2003, the Microsoft temp posted photos of Macintosh G5s being unloaded on the Redmond campus to his blog with the title “Even Microsoft wants G5s.” And that was enough to get him canned from his job in Microsoft’s print shop for an alleged “security violation.” Apparently, the world’s largest developer of software for the Mac (besides Apple) didn’t want anyone to know that some of its employees use Macs. (Thanks for Michael Hanscom for use of the photo.)

[From Say Cheese: 12 Photos That Should Never Have Been Posted Online - washingtonpost.com]

Chris P. of New Hampshire, lucked into a cash prize, tuning in for the first time, to www.Bondage-Radio.com and winning a contest on the Internet Radio station’s Fetish website.

“My first time to the site and first window I opened.” said Chris in the e-mail message that won him the prize.

According to the rules of the contest, the first person to spot the contest on the website and e-mail a copy of the text of the page to the station’s manager, won $10 dollars.

The contest was posted on August 15th to celebrate the birthdays of the station’s owner, and the station’s manager which were one day apart, earlier in the same month.

“I was wondering how long it would take someone to find it.” said ‘Mistress Medina’, the radio stations manager, in her reply to Chris’s winning e-mail.

Mistress Medina very clearly spelled out her reasons for posting the contest, in the contest rules, “Just to see who pays attention!”

The contest had gone unclaimed for 6 days. The contest was posted clearly on the website, under a link labled ‘CONTESTS’.

“People either hadn’t believed it, or thought it had been claimed already,” said ‘Mezentius’, the station’s owner, “It wasn’t like it was hidden.”

“The site stats show,” said Mezentius, about the long time between the contest being posted and the prize being claimed, “over two thousand visitors saw it, they just didn’t send in an e-mail.”

Chris, however did, and is $10 dollars richer because of it.

Chris noted the date and time in his e-mail and even explained how he located the site.

“I found you on SHOUT-cast.(dot com)” said Chris, before ending with the famous movie quote, “I’ll be back.”

Chris signed the winning e-mail “THANX! C”

Redlegtiger@hotmail.com

Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they
should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the
key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If
you are not at least 18 years of age please leave.

Chapter 11, Karen’s Home Town Humiliation Continues at Deb’s Party
Supplies

Karen went out to the van that she was driving and got in the driver’s
seat and put her arms on the steering wheel and started crying
uncontrollably. She felt totally worthless and wanted to die. She
entertained the thought of driving the van to one of the high mountain
roads in the area and driving off the highest cliff she could find.
However, the thought of committing suicide was even more abhorrent to her
than what they were making her do. She knew in her heart that God would
not hold her responsible for what people forced her to do, but she just
didn’t know how long or how much more she could take. She decided then
that she would escape at the first possible chance and go back home to her
mom and dad and explain to them what Darrell and his family were forcing
her to do. Until then she decided, she would just have to bare whatever
they forced her to do. She sat back against the seat and started the van.
She drove the two blocks to Deb’s Party Supplies.

Karen parked in front of the store, took a deep breath and got out. She
entered the store and noticed a woman behind a counter filled with all
types of party favors and supplies in it. The store had just about every
type of party supply you would need to through a supper party for kids or
adults. Karen asked the woman behind the counter if she was Deb. She said
that she was just a clerk and that Deb was in the basement inventorying
some new equipment that they just got in. She told Karen to go through the
door at the back of the shop and go down the stairs on the left. Karen
followed her directions and as she went down the stairs to the basement,
she felt like she was descending into hell. There were all sorts of
binding and torture devices, as well as whips and paddles and many other
sundry items that looked like they were made to inflict pain or discomfort
to someone. She said a silent prayer that she would not be on the
receiving end of any of these items.

As she descended the stairs, she didn’t notice that the clerk had closed
and locked the door to the basement. When she got to the bottom of the
stairs, there was another door that she had to open to go through. As she
opened the door, she noticed that the room looked like something out of a
medieval torture chamber. She saw that there was a table in the center of
the room. There was a tall slender blond taking some items out of boxes
and checking them off a packing list. She looked up and saw Karen and
said, “You must be Karen. I’m Deb. Close the door and come on over here
and help me inventory this shipment so I can make sure they sent everything
I ordered. You can leave your clothes over there on that chair.” Karen
looked to where she was pointing and saw the chair and walked over to it
and started to get undressed. The blond woman continued talking, “I
understand you have a list for everything that the Mitchell’s want for
their little party tomorrow. I know what you were told to do and as much
as I would have liked to make you beg me to fill the order for you, I don’t
have the time for such things. Now come over here and take things out of
the box and read me the order number on it.” Karen walked to the table and
started doing what she had asked. They spent the next 30 minutes
inventorying the items.

When they were done, Deb picked up a strap on dildo that looked like it
had little silver strips along its length from the group and took it out of
the packaging. She pointed Karen to a drawer in a set of cabinets at the
back of the room and told her to bring her 4 of the batteries that were in
the drawer. Deb started taking off her pants and panties while Karen was
getting the batteries. When Karen brought them back to her she put them in
the dildo and buckled on the strap on. Deb ordered, “Karen, I want you to
go bend over the table and spread your legs wide.”

Karen did as she was ordered and Deb stepped up behind Karen, slapped
her hard on each ass cheek and put the tip of the dildo into Karen’s cunt.
In one hard shove, she rammed the dildo in to the hilt. That is when Karen
found out the dildo’s special function and what the silver strips and
batteries were for. There was a little raised bump at the base of the
dildo that when depressed, caused a shock to be given through the dildo.
The shock was just shy of what a tazer would give, designed to inflict the
maximum amount of pain but not to knock someone out. This differed from a
tazer in that it would give that kind of shock every time the dildo was
completely inserted into the victim’s cunt or ass. Deb knew that she
couldn’t fuck Karen’s ass because of the silver dildo she already had there
so she fucked her cunt mercilessly. Every time she slammed the dildo in to
the hilt in Karen’s cunt, Karen would feel a severe shock that elicited a
loud scream from her which. That was just what Deb wanted to hear and was
music to Deb’s ears. Her clit was also stimulated each time she thrust in.
After about 20 minutes of constant torment for Karen, Deb finally came with
a scream of passion.

Once Deb caught her breath, she slapped Karen’s ass and ordered, “Get up
and get dressed cunt.”

While Karen was getting dressed, Deb grabbed three bags that had an
envelope with an address and a name attached. She came back to Karen just
as she finished putting her top and skirt on. As she handed the bags to
Karen she said, “Karen, I have some deliveries that I need you to make for
me. I have too many things going on this afternoon to deliver them and I
promised them they would get them as soon as they came in. When you
deliver them, I want you to wait until they have read the letter in the
envelope before you leave. I expect you to do whatever they tell you or
you’ll feel pain like you never have before. Do you understand?”

Karen responded quietly, “Yes Deb.”

When Karen turned to leave, Deb grabbed her by the hair and bent her
head back and whispered in her ear, “Don’t mess up on me or I’ll make your
two days with me extended to four and make it a pure living hell. And just
so you know, this little remote will control that little silver bullet that
is lodged up your ass.” As she said that, she raised her right hand and
displayed a tiny remote about the size of a credit card and pushed a
button. All of a sudden, Karen felt a hard electric shock that caused her
legs to buckle from the severe pain. You have two hours to get those
delivered. If you aren’t here by then I’ll set the shocks to start at 1
and pulse every 10 seconds for a minute before it advances to the next
level. I’m sure your hubby told you that there are 10 levels. After that,
well, I wouldn’t want to be you. Now get going. Your time starts now” She
picked up a stop watch from a shelf near by and started it.

Karen grabbed the first bag and looked at the address. She saw that it
was near the high school she attended. It seemed that it was familiar to
her some how, but she couldn’t quite place why. It only took her five
minutes to get to the house. When she pulled up she finally remembered why
the address was familiar to her. This was the house of her favorite
teacher, Miss Tyree. She was the English teacher for Juniors (11th year).
Karen was known as the teacher’s pet, because Miss Tyree was constantly
praising her work and using it to humiliate other students who hadn’t done
as well. She had actually worked with Miss Tyree her Senior year as a
class room assistant and tutor instead of taking study hall. Karen
couldn’t believe that she would be involved in the kind of perversity that
she had been forced into.

Karen grabbed the bag for her and went up to the front door and knocked.
She heard a yell to come in and she opened the door and stepped into the
front room. She looked over to the study where Miss Tyree tutored her
students and saw that there was what looked like an Indian girl currently
with her. Miss Tyree told the young thirteen year old girl to go down
stairs and get ready. The girl immediately responded with “Yes Mistress,”
and left the room. She walked by Karen and briefly looked at her with sad
eyes and then looked down and continued by her.

Karen almost missed Miss Tyree’s order, “Well don’t just stand there
Karen, come here this instant.” Karen quickly walked over to her and handed
her the bag and said, “Miss Deb asked me to bring this to you.” Miss Tyree
took the bag and saw the envelope. She opened it and read it. She looked
at Karen and smiled saying, “Well I’ll be. I never in my wildest
imagination ever thought that I would have you at my mercy for 30 minutes.
According to this letter, you’re mine to do with as I please. Is that
true?”

Karen thought of telling the truth, but quickly thought better of it as
she knew the repercussions would be more severe than she was willing to
live with. She answered by saying, “This worthless slut is at your mercy
mistress.” She got down in her kneeling position that she had been trained
to be in.

Miss Tyree ordered, “I want you to strip. Leave your nipple and clit
chains on though. I like my sluts decorated.”

Karen immediately complied without saying a word. When she was naked,
she resumed her kneeling position waiting for an order.

Miss Tyree opened the bag and took out an eight inch dildo that was 4
inches in diameter. She handed it to Karen and told her, “Put this in your
cunt. You have two minutes to put it in or I’ll whip your tits with my
belt until you’ve complied.”

While Karen began the struggle of getting the huge dildo into her cunt
Miss Tyree began telling her, “You know Karen, you were my favorite
student. You are the smartest student I have seen come through this high
school. I dreamed of having you as my daughter initially and then I began
thinking of you in other ways. I thought of ways I could have you all for
myself, to do with as I want and enjoy you forever. But I knew it would
never happen. I started looking up sites on the internet that dealt with
dominant/submissive relationships. Then I started thinking about having my
own little submissive to do with as I please. I started making discrete
inquiries and eventually found a site in India that offered children for
adoption with no questions asked. I decided to check it out and when
school got out I went to India to see what I could find out. I met with my
contact there and he took me to this very rural area that was so poor that
most of the people there were struggling to just live to the next day. He
introduced me to this family that had 13 children and neither parent had a
job. They were desperate for some money to feed there family.”

She continued explaining, “I decided that this was my chance to get my
little slave girl. I had $20,000 dollars in an account that I had set
aside for this so we started negotiating for the child and the price. I
initially wanted to get the little 6 year old girl but they wanted $40,000
for her. I couldn’t afford that so I tried for the 8 and then the nine
year old but they were too much as well. It wasn’t until I suggested their
13 year old daughter that they agreed to $20,000. Her name was Dipti, but
I decided to rename her dipshit. We’ve only been back for a couple of days
and really haven’t done anything yet. I went to order some toys from Deb
so I could play with my new slave and she explained your situation and I
knew I had to have a shot at you. It cost me quite a bit to get some time
with you. I was hoping for a full hour, but I’ll take 30 minutes. Deb
gave me this little toy you are trying to cram into your cunt as part of
your ordeal. It has some additional parts to it as well but I think I’ll
save those for dipshit.”

Miss Tyree reached into the bag and pulled out a collar and attached it
around Karen’s neck and locked it on. She then pulled out a head harness
that had what looked like a mouth piece attached to it. She explained to
Karen the function of the whole set. “This little harness will be strapped
on to dip shit and this mouth piece will be placed in her mouth. The two
pieces that you have on and it are connected. When we go down stairs, you
will strap this on to dip shit and tie her up to some hooks I have set up.
Then you are going to take a whip and you will whip her every where I tell
you to. If you whip her hard enough and she either bites down real hard or
opens her mouth wide enough to scream, one of two things may happen. You
will either feel a vibration in your dildo that will increase with each
successive time she bites or screams. The second thing that may happen is
that it will reduce the punishment settings on your dildo and collar. If
you do not hit her hard enough, the dildo and the collar are on a 30 second
timer that will cause a shock that increases in strength each time. The
collar has a little compressed air cylinder in it and it will expand a
little each time the shock increases eventually cutting off your air
supply. If you do not hit her hard enough or often enough, it could choke
you to death. Once you orgasm, that will end this little session.
Understand that I will not let you leave until you orgasm and you can only
orgasm by the dildo that you have just finished putting in your cunt. Now
bend over so I can turn it on.”

Karen had tears coming out of her eyes and streaming down her cheeks,
but she complied. She did not believe in violence and had never done
anything to hurt anyone in her short life. Making her do this was actually
worse for her mentally than anything else she could have done. She was
going to be made to hurt a younger girl who was innocent of anything. She
didn’t know if she could do it.

When Miss Tyree had turned the dildo and the collar on, she picked up
the harness and ordered, “Now go down the stairs to the basement.”

Karen went through the door dip shit had gone through and went down the
stairs. Miss Tyree locked the door at the top of the stairs and when she
got to the bottom of the stairs, she closed and locked that door as well.
She saw that dipshit was naked as she was told to be and was standing in
the center of the room with a confused and worried look on her face. She
handed Karen the harness and ordered, “Put it on dip shit and put her up in
the cuffs hanging from the hooks in the ceiling.”

Miss Tyree went over to a cabinet and took out an old leather razor
strap that was about three feet long and two and a half inches wide. It
was a strap that Miss Tyree’s grandfather had used to sharpen his straight
razor. She walked up behind Karen and started slapping her ass with it.
She continued spanking Karen with the strap yelling, “Your wasting time,
get that thing on now.”

Karen finally got the harness on, but she had a hard time because of the
jerking caused by the heavy razor strap. Karen received about 23 swats
with the strap before she was done and her ass was a deep red.

Miss Tyree went over to dipshit and flipped a switch on her mask. She
turned to Karen,held out the strap and ordered, “Take the strap Karen and
start whipping her all over her ass, her stomach, her tits, her thighs and
her cunt. Remember that the harder you hit her the quicker you get to your
orgasm and the sooner she stops hurting.”

Karen just stood there shaking her head no and saying, “I can’t. I
could never hurt anyone.”

After the first 30 seconds had passed, she received a mild shock and the
collar got a little tighter, but it wasn’t too bad. Miss Tyree ordered,
“Take the strap Karen. It’s only going to get worse.”

Karen refused again saying, “I just can’t hurt anyone. I can’t”.

Karen felt the shock again but it was stronger and the collar got a
little tighter as well. Miss Tyree came over and started whipping Karen on
the tits with the strap. Karen moved her arms up to protect her tits and
Miss Tyree whipped her on her pubic hair. Karen screamed from the pain
with each strike of the strap. The shock increased again and the collar
tightened. Then she felt a second shock in her ass which was much harder
than the previous one and that knocked her to her knees and caused her to
let out a blood curdling scream. By the time she recovered, the dildo
shocked her and the collar tightened again. She knew that Darrell had
triggered the shock in her ass. Her fear of what he would do to her if she
didn’t obey Miss Tyree’s orders broke through her stubbornness at refusing
to hurt Dipti. She stumbled over to Miss Tyree and grabbed the strap.

Karen stumbled over to dipshit and swung the strap. But she couldn’t
put much energy behind it and it didn’t get the desired result. The dildo
shocked her harder and the collar tightened again. It was now getting
difficult to breathe. Karen knew that if she didn’t get her act together
soon, she wouldn’t be capable of swinging hard enough to get the desired
result. She was crying and sobbing out, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” as she
swung the strap as hard as she could. Dip shit screamed as the strap
landed across her back and the next time Karen’s dildo went off, the shock
was less and the collar got a little looser. This encouraged her and she
swung a little harder, aiming for her ass cheeks. She landed a good blow
that caused dipshit to bite hard enough on the mouth piece that it lessoned
the shock again and the collar became looser. Karen kept this up and after
a few more times, the dildo started vibrating and the collar was back to
its original tightness.

Karen began to get excited as the dildo vibrated more and more. She
moved around and started whipping dipshit’s stomach and small
underdeveloped tit mounds. Each time the strap hit, dipshit would either
scream or bite down and Karen’s dildo would vibrate more. Karen was
getting very excited and knew it wouldn’t be long before she would climax.
She was also beginning to almost enjoy whipping dipshit because of the
positive feed back her cunt received each time she hit the girl stronger.
She aimed lower the next time and whipped dipshit’s pussy mound. She let
out a blood curdling scream and that set the dildo to maximum vibration.
She was at the point now where she could trip over into orgasm almost any
time. She swung an underhanded blow to dip shit’s cunt lips and again got
a blood curdling scream. The Dildo pulsed this time and it sent Karen over
into a very intense orgasm. She collapsed to her knees as she tried to
catch her breath.

Miss Tyree complimented Karen saying, “I was beginning to wonder if you
had it in you. I was afraid I was going to loose my favorite student
turned play toy before I had a chance to do anything to her. We aren’t
done yet though. That only took 15 minutes. I was hoping it wouldn’t take
long as I had something else in mind for you to do. Now take dip shit down
and lean her over that table over there and attach her feet to the legs on
this side and arms to the legs on the other side. That should put her ass
at just the right height.”

Karen did as she was told and undid the handcuffs. Dipshit fell to the
ground because she was too weak to hold herself up. Karen helped her over
to the table and connected her as she was ordered to. She knew that
whatever was coming, she would comply. In her mind it wasn’t her that was
hurting dipshit, it was Miss Tyree. When she was done tying the straps to
the table legs she looked at Miss Tyree who she noticed for the first time
had gotten naked and was sitting in a chair fingering her self. Miss Tyree
gave Karen another order, “I want you to fist dip shit’s cunt. Take it
slow as I’m sure she hasn’t had too many things shoved up her cunt.”

Karen reached out and stuck her finger into dip shit’s cunt and started
fingering her. She quickly noticed that there was an obstruction that was
blocking her fingers from going all of the way in. Karen turned to Miss
Tyree and said, “Miss Tyree, I think dip shit’s a virgin. Do you want me
to continue?”

Miss Tyree answered, “Yes of course dear. That makes it even better.
She’s never going to know what a real cock feels like if I have anything to
do with it. I may get her a dog in the future though. Now be quick about
it.”

Karen went back to fingering dipshit’s cunt and inserted a second
finger. She did this for a while and then added a third and then a fourth.
She slid them in and out of dip shit’s cunt just deep enough that it would
loosen her cunt up a bit but not deep enough to rupture her hymen. Finally
Karen tucked her thumb under her palm and pushed hard with all of her
might. Karen’s hand ripped through dipshit’s hymen and punched halfway down
her cunt tube. Karen pulled her hand back almost all of the way out and
pumped it back in. This time she punched all the way to the young girl’s
cervix. She continued to pump her fist over and over again until she was
told to stop.

Finally Miss Tyree ordered, “You can stop fisting her now Karen. I want
you to eat her out and bring her to orgasm now.”

Karen almost gagged at the thought of sucking the bloody cunt, but she
quickly realized that she had done worse today. She started licking and
sucking for all she was worth and quickly brought dipshit to orgasm.

Miss Tyree ordered, “Karen, come over and suck my cunt.”

Karen crawled over and started lapping Miss Tyree’s cunt immediately.
Miss Tyree only took a couple of minutes before she was cumming full force.
When she was finished cumming, she let loose with a flow of piss into
Karen’s mouth. It seemed to Karen that it took several minutes but was
less than a minute. When she was done pissing, Miss Tyree got up and
ordered, “Karen, go release dipshit. Rub some of this salve into her welts
and cuts and dress her.”

Karen took the salve and went to dipshit. She massaged the salve into
all of the welts on her back. She then released her and rolled her onto
her back and did her front as well. She saw dipshit’s close neatly folded
in a chair and got them. She quickly helped dipshit dress whispering in
her ear that she was sorry.

When Karen was done, Miss Tyree asked, “Karen, how do you feel about
what you just did?”

Karen replied with almost uncontrolled sobbing, “I hated it. I think it
is wrong to hurt someone, especially for fun. I would have rather had
Dipti… err dipshit do all of that to me rather than inflict what I did on
her. But as I became more and more sexually excited, all I could think
about was to do whatever it took to make my orgasm come as quick as
possible. I hit her harder … sob … and harder … sob … and I
started to enjoy it … sob.” Karen was crying uncontrollably now.

It took her a few minutes to get control of her self. All she could
think about was how she had become what she hated the most in those few
minutes. She could never forgive her self for that, even if it was only
for a few minutes and she was forced to do it. She couldn’t console the
fact that she had actually enjoyed inflicting pain on Dipti (She could not
think of her as dipshit any more.). She hated her formerly favorite
teacher now more than she hated Darrell and his family. She had taken away
that final innocent part of her and destroyed it.

Karen was brought out of her thoughts and back to reality when Miss
Tyree ordered, “Both of you go upstairs to the learning room now.”

Karen helped Dipti to walk up the stairs. She helped her to the chair
she was sitting in when she first arrived and helped her sit down. Dipti
moaned in pain and had obvious tears in her eyes but otherwise did nothing
else. Karen finally got dressed and when she was done she assumed her
kneeling position that she had been trained to occupy when waiting for
orders.

Miss Tyree looked at her watch and told Karen, “You better get going.
You’re already five minutes behind schedule.”

When Karen left, Miss Tyree called Deb and told her, “Thanks for giving
me the time with Karen. It turned out to be even better than I hoped. You
can count on me for the little party you have planned for Karen once you
get it scheduled. By the way, that little toy she sent with Karen worked
perfectly. I think it will be a very popular one.”

Karen got into the van and looked at the next address and was surprised
at the name and the location, one she recognized very well. She started up
the van and started driving. She quickly pulled into the parking lot of
the public library and parked the van. She looked at the name and address
again to confirm this is where she was supposed to deliver the sack. She
just sighed, wiped the tears from her eyes and got out of the van. Once
she entered the library, she proceeded to the front desk and asked, “Is Ms
Traci Martine here?”

The desk clerk picked up the phone and dialed. Karen heard her say,
“There’s someone at the front desk asking for you Traci.” There was a short
pause and then she hung up the phone.

The clerk turned to Karen and said, “Ms Martine will be with you in a
minute.”

In a couple of minutes Traci came out of the main library office. She
was wearing a nice white blouse and a black knee length skirt. She saw
Karen standing there with the sack in her hand and said, “Karen, what a
pleasant surprise. I see you have brought me a package. Let’s go to my
office and catch up on old times. I haven’t seen you since before your
prom in April.”

Traci told the girl at the desk, “You’re in charge. I don’t want to be
disturbed for anything for the next hour.” She then turned and strode back
to her office.

Once Karen had entered the office, she closed and locked the door. She
opened the envelope with the sack and read it. She went over to a book
case behind her desk and grabbed an old leather bound book and pulled it.
To Karen’s surprise, the book case swung open and revealed a set of stairs
leading down to a basement. Traci turned to Karen and ordered, “Go down
the stairs Karen. I have a little surprise for you.”

As Karen started down the stairs with Traci behind her, the book case
closed and some very old lights similar to the ones typical in the early
1940’s came on. They weren’t very bright, but they gave enough light to
see and left the impression that you were in a dungeon.

As they descended the stairs and into a long hallway, Traci explained,
“The library was willed to the city in the early 1920’s by a very wealthy
business man. The head librarian’s office use to be his study. When I
took over as head librarian last month, I started reading up on the
original family that owned this place and found some very interesting
reading. It seems that they made their money from the procurement and sale
of young girls. The book shelf that the leather book was on had a locked
cabinet door on it. No one had ever been able to get it open because there
was no key. They decided not to destroy it and left it as is. I know it
may come as a shock, but I am a direct descendant of the original owner,
Dave Coch. My grandmother was one of his slaves and gave birth to my
mother. When she found out she was pregnant, she was somehow able to
escape even though she had been a slave for several years. She left the
area so he would not be able to find her. Shortly thereafter she gave
birth to my mother. My mother passed away when I was a young girl. I
started going through all of her things and found a book with a key in it
with directions on how to find a hidden chest with my grandmother’s
diaries. I started reading about her experiences and the more I read the
more I fantasized about what my grandfather was doing. I read and reread
those diaries thousands of times and decided that I would become a
librarian so I could search for the dungeons she talked about. There was a
key in a hidden compartment of one of the diaries. There was nothing in
the diaries indicating what the key was for. When I saw the unlocked
cabinet, I decided to try the key on it and see if it worked. To my
pleasant surprise, it unlocked the cabinet. I started reading the books in
the cabinet and found that they were records of the acquisition and sale of
the slaves. When I got to the leather bound book, I was surprised when the
entire book case began to move. When I saw the stairs I decided to explore
a little and, well look for yourself.”

Traci opened an old heavy door that was made of heavy rough hewn oak.
The door caused a hideous creaking noise as it opened. When they walked
in, it was like a scene out of a horror show. There were shackles along
every wall and about half of them still had skeletons of varying sizes in
them. It was obvious that they ranged from young children to adult. Karen
got a horrified look on her face and turned to Traci in shock. Traci
continued, “It’s obvious that the rumors were correct. I can only assume
that they were all alive when the owner that willed the property to the
city died. There was no one to release them or feed them. They would have
lived maybe a couple of weeks, maybe a little less before they died. You
know, when I was reading the diaries I decided that I also wanted to try to
be a master to a slave and force them to do things that they would never do
themselves. That is where you come in.”

She grabbed Karen’s right arm and lifted it into a shackle hanging down
from a massive cross beam. She then connected Karen’s left hand and then
her feet to some shackles connected to chains lying on the ground.

Traci continued explaining. “When I found the dungeon, I started
checking things out and was able to get most of the equipment to operate.”

As she was saying this she was pulling on a rope that was causing the
chains to pull Karen into an X shape. She was lifted up so she was
equidistant from the ceiling and the floor with about three feet between
each. When she was pulled tight and Karen was beginning to groan from the
strain, she tied it off. She moved over to some cabinets and set the bag
down and looked in it. She found a nice little tit torture device which
she took out of the bag and set it on the counter top. She opened the
cabinet door and took out an old riding crop that she had oiled and
prepped. She went to a crank on the wall and started turning it so that
Karen was lowered until her feet were inches off of the ground. Traci
locked that crank in place and started turning one next to it that caused
Karen to be leaned forward until she was at about a 45 degree angle. She
locked that one in place and grabbed an old oak chair and pulled it up to
Karen’s left side. She went to the cabinet and picked up one of the tit
torture devices that Deb had sent her. It was about six inches in diameter
at the base and had four curved bars, each opposite another one, coming up
to a small one inch ring at the top about eight inches up from the base.
There were four small rods connected to the one inch ring, each opposite
another one and connected to a threaded washer with a long screw through
it. The screw had a sharp hook at one end and a little barbell looking rod
at the other end for turning. At the base, there were four two and a half
inch hollow threaded tubes that had a long bolt threaded through it with a
very sharp two inch pin at one end and the other end had the barbell rod on
it. The threaded washer holding the screw was long enough that it could
contain the two inch pin.

Traci went to the chair and sat on it. She told Karen, “You should feel
free to scream because no sound can be heard outside of the dungeon.”

Traci disconnected Karen’s nipple chains and pulled her blouse up to her
neck. She grabbed the device and put it over Karen’s left tit and held it
centered over the tit and flat against her chest. She held it with one
hand and began turning the screws on the base with the other. She would
turn each screw until the pin touched Karen’s tit. Then she turned each
screw two turns and then went to the opposite side of that screw and turned
it twice. Then go to the next screw clockwise to that one and turn it
twice, then to its opposite and so on. When the pins pierced the skin
Karen screamed in pain. She begged Traci to stop, but it did no good. As
the pins twisted and screwed further in to the base of her tit, Karen just
screamed and begged and screamed some more. When the pins were completely
screwed in, Traci turned the top screw until the hook could connect to
Karen’s nipple ring.”

Karen was now groaning from the constant pain and had tears streaming
down her cheeks and dropping to the floor. She begged, “Please stop Traci,
it hurts too bad. I thought you were my friend. Please have mercy.”

Traci told her, “You should be grateful for your nipple rings you know.
If you didn’t have them, I would have had to push the hooks through your
nipples.”

Traci put the nipple ring over the hook and began turning the screw out.
It lifted the nipple and elongated it. The stress that it put on the pins
in the base of her tit and on her not quite healed nipples caused Karen to
scream in agony again.

Karen again begged, “Please stop…sob…sob…Please…sob…sob…it
hurts…sob…sob…Please don’t… AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

When it looked like the nipple couldn’t take any more strain, she turned
the screw one more time and quit. She moved the chair to Karen’s right
side, got the other tit torture device and repeated the procedure on her
right tit. When she was done putting the devices on Karen, she went back
to the last crank and unlocked it. She turned the crank in the opposite
direction until Karen was leaning at a 45 degree angle with her face up.

Traci again locked the crank, picked up the riding crop and walked over
to Karen. She put the handle of the crop in Karen’s mouth and told her,
“Hold it for me, won’t you dear. I’m going to whip you with the crop 25
times. If you drop the crop while I am reattaching your chains, I’ll
double that to 50.” Traci grabbed the nipple chains and pulled them up
individually and attached them to the turning bar on the base screw on the
upper part of the base ring. This caused the chain to pull very tight with
no slack at all. She repeated the process with the other chain and her
clit was pulled extremely tight and was elongated quite a bit. Even though
her clit hurt each time Traci connected her chains, it didn’t surpass the
pain in her tits. She groaned from the pain, but did not drop the riding
crop.

Traci stood back up and took the riding crop out of Karen’s mouth and
ordered, “I want you to count and thank me for each swat with the crop. Do
you understand slave?”

Karen said quietly through her tears, “Yes Mistress” realizing that that
was the right response for a slave to a master or mistress.

Traci swung the crop through the torture device and hit the upper left
quadrant of Karen’s right tit. Karen screamed from the pain caused by the
strike of the crop, the pull from the four pins in the base of her tit, the
nipple ring and from her clit.

Karen forgot to count so Traci told Karen, “That didn’t count because
you forgot something slave. Let’s start again.”

She struck Karen again in the same spot with the same results except
that when Karen quit screaming she remembered to say, “One, thank you
mistress may I have another please.”

Traci said, “Of course you may.” She then swung the crop and hit the
upper right quadrant of Karen’s tit.

Karen screamed from the pain and then said, “Two, thank you mistress may
I have another please.”

Traci hit the lower right quadrant of her tit and then the lower left,
waiting each time for Karen to count and thank her. When she had hit each
quadrant three times with the crop, she moved to Karen’s left tit and
repeated the process. Karen screamed terribly each time the crop landed.
Once each tit had been whipped with the crop 12 times for a total of 24
swats, Traci swung the riding crop down onto Karen’s clit as hard as she
could. Karen screamed and passed out.

While Karen was out, Traci unhooked the chains from the tit torture
devices and removed them, cleaning each pin with rubbing alcohol to
disinfect them. She turned the crank until Karen was upright. Karen’s
fish net top and skirt fell down again and Traci reconnected the nipple
chains. She lowered her until her feet were touching the ground. She
disconnected the ankle shackles and reached into a hidden pocket in her
skirt and took out an ammonia capsule. She broke it open under Karen’s
nose and she came awake with a groan. Traci waited a minute and then asked
her, “Are you able to stand on your own now?”

Karen shook her head yes and Traci reached up and disconnected the wrist
shackles. She ordered, “Get on your knees Karen.”

Karen quickly complied and assumed the now familiar slave’s kneeling
position.

Traci lifted her skirt and stepped up over Karen’s face and ordered,
“Get busy slave, you know what to do.”

Karen quickly attacked Traci’s cunt and clit to get it over as quick as
possible. As excited as Traci was from torturing Karen, it didn’t take
long for her to reach orgasm. When she recovered she looked at her watch
and noticed that they had been in the dungeon for 40 minutes. She told
Karen, It’s a shame that our time is up. But it’s time for you to leave.”

Traci led Karen out of the dungeon and down the long hall. While they
were walking down the long hall and to the stairs, she told Karen, “If you
tell anyone about the dungeon, I’ll ask Darrell if I can have you for a
month long stay in the dungeon.”

Karen went pale at the thought of spending a month in that dungeon. She
promised, “I won’t tell anyone, I promise. But my collar has a camera on
it and Darrell watched what you did in the dungeon. He knows all about it
now.”

Karen’s face was a mask of fear. Fear that Darren would punish her for
disclosing that she wore the camera collar and fear that Darren would tell
someone else and Traci would get to torture her for a month.

Traci stopped and looked at Karen and saw the fear in her face. She
realized that what she said must be true or she wouldn’t be so afraid. She
looked at the front of Karen’s collar and saw the very small camera lens.
She backed up a step so she was sure her face could be seen and said,
“Darrell, please call me here at the library before you tell someone. When
you hear what I have to say I think you will agree to keep it a secret a
little while longer. I promise that the little group your parents belong
to will find out about it soon enough. Just give me a little more time. I
have to finalize a couple of things first before it becomes public
knowledge or we might lose any chance of getting it for their organization.
Please call me, oh and thanks for the loan of your sweet little slave here.
She’s sure is fun to play with.”

After Traci said what she wanted to she turned and headed up the stairs.
When they got to the top of the stairs, Traci pulled a lever next to a
light switch. The book case opened and they walked into Traci’s office.
The book case automatically closed behind them. She led Traci out to her
van and when they got there, she hugged Karen and whispered, “I can’t wait
until our next opportunity to be together again.”

Traci gave Karen’s nipples a hard pinch and then swatted her on the ass
as Karen turned to step into the van. She walked back into her office and
picked up the phone. She dialed Deb and told her that she was in. No
sooner than she hung up than the phone started ringing. She picked it up
and when she heard who it was she immediately began explaining everything
to him. She got his assurance that he wouldn’t tell anyone if she would
make the announcement at his party the next evening. Traci agreed that she
would have everything ready by then.

Karen got in the van and grabbed the last sack and read the name and
address on the attached envelope. She recognized the name and address
immediately and started crying. It was the address of her best friend
Sandy Mc Bride. She drove over to her friend’s house and got out of the
van. She grabbed the sack and went to the door and rang the bell.

The door was opened by her friend Sandy who squealed and gave her a big
hug. She grabbed Karen by the hand and pulled her into the house and
excitedly yelled, “Hey mom. Karen’s here.”

Anne walked into the room and noticed what Karen had in her hand and
asked, “Is that for me?”

Karen answered, “Yes Mrs. Mc Bride”, not knowing whether to reveal
anything to Sandy or not.

Anne took the sack and read the letter in the envelope. When Anne
finished reading the letter she looked at Sandy and said, “Slut Sandy, I
want you to go down to your special room and get ready.”

Sandy looked surprised that her mother would say that in front of her
best friend but she complied immediately. When Sandy had left the room,
Anne asked Karen, “Did you have any clue about Sandy’s secret life?”

Karen answered, “No Mistress. I would have never guessed. I was
surprised and saddened when I read the name and address on the envelope.”

Anne told Karen, “Yours and Sandy’s friendship is about to be thoroughly
tested. Follow me to the basement.”

They went down the stairs to the family room where Karen had spent many
happy hours with her best friend. She noticed that a door that had never
been opened while she was there was now open. It had another set of stairs
that led down to a room that was definitely made for playing torture games.
Karen wondered how she had never noticed these things about the people she
had known her whole life. She was beginning to realize that she really
didn’t know any of them at all.

As they entered the room, Karen noticed that Sandy was kneeling naked in
the middle of the room with a huge dildo in her cunt and collar on her neck
similar to the one she had worn at Miss Tyree’s house. Anne ordered,
`Strip Karen. Be sure to take your chains off also.”

Anne opened a cabinet and took out a matching dildo and collar and
handed it to her. She told her “Put the dildo in your cunt and fasten the
collar on.”

While Karen was doing that, Anne ordered, “Sandy, go get the head
harnesses that go with yours and Karen’s dildo and collar. I then want you
to put one on Karen and for her to put one on you.”

Sandy quickly ran to the cabinet and got the two harnesses. She put the
little trigger device in the Karen’s mouth and tightened the straps of the
harness down tight around her head. When she was done they both knelt down
side by side in front of Anne in the slave’s position.

Anne ordered, “Karen, put a harness on Sandy.”

Karen immediately went about putting the head harness on her best
friend. When she was done she resumed the kneeling position in front of
Anne.

Anne handed each girl a three inch wide leather strap that was three
feet long. She took out a one foot long rope that had a loop at either
end. She handed the rope to Karen and told her and Sandy to put their left
hand through the loop and grab the rope. Anne asked, “Karen, Do you know
the collar and dildo do?”

Karen shook her head yes.

Anne explained, “You two are now going to have a spanking fight. You
will proceed to hit each other with your straps until the collar has choked
one of you enough that you pass out. I hope you are really good friends
because after this I’ll be very surprised if you remain that way.”

Karen and Sandy both were already crying. They neither one wanted to
hurt the other, but knew that if they didn’t they would be hurt severely.

Anne ordered, “You girls need to turn on each other’s dildo, collar and
head harness.”

They did the dildo first and worked up. When they had turned the
harness on, Anne simply yelled, “Begin”.

They just stood there for a minute looking at each other until they felt
the first shock and inflation of the collar. Karen having had a very
recent run in with this very device decided she wasn’t going to wait for it
to get worse and took the first swing and hit Sandy hard across her tits.
This was enough to get the desired response from Sandy. While Sandy was
screaming, Karen swung the strap again and hit her thighs. The belt
wrapped around her thigh and snapped against her tender inner thigh just
below her cunt. Again Sandy screamed and the hand with her strap went down
to where Karen’s strap had landed and started rubbing. Karen felt the
vibration in her cunt increase and while Sandy was bent over she hit her
across the back with the strap. Sandy had bent a little lower as Karen
swung and the strap just barely grazed her back. Sandy got enough of a
breather that she could respond and swung up with all of her might and
caught Karen right on her cunt. Karen screamed and Sandy’s collar and
dildo went back one setting. They then began trading swipes with each
other. Karen was a bit stronger and had the advantage of her experience
that day. She eventually wore Sandy down and as she weakened, Karen seemed
to get stronger. Her anger and excitement had combined into a blood lust
and she began whipping Sandy harder and harder. Each time her dildo
vibrated more and more and she became more excited and closer to orgasm.
When Sandy’s collar had tightened enough to cause her to pass out, Karen’s
dildo in her ass joined in with the other and sent her into an earth
shattering orgasm. She fell to her knees until she had recovered.

When she had recovered she crawled over to Sandy and removed the collar
blocking Sandy’s air way. She saw Sandy take a huge intake of breath and
started coughing. Karen cradled Sandy’s head in her arms and cried her
heart out for what she had done to her friend. She begged for her
forgiveness over and over.

Anne ordered, “Karen, leave the little slut and get over here. She’ll
be alright, but if I don’t cum soon I’m going to get really pissed off.
And you don’t want to see me pissed off. Besides, I’ve wanted to do this
for years. I can’t believe that I finally get to realize my fantasy.”

Karen crawled over to Anne and started eating out Anne’s cunt. Anne
clamped her thighs around Karen’s head and noticed that Sandy was waking
up. She ordered, “Sandy come here.”

When Sandy was close Anne ordered, “Fist Karen’s cunt and suck on her
clit at the same time. This is your chance to get her back for what she
did to you.”

Sandy started fingering Karen with two fingers and quickly advanced to
three, then four. She tucked her thumb under and slid her entire hand into
Karen’s cunt. She kept her hand in Karen’s cunt and got on her back and
slid under Karen. When she was under Karen’s cunt she lifted her head and
started licking, sucking and nibbling on Karen’s clit. She balled her hand
into a fist and began pumping it in and out. Just as Karen was bringing
Anne to a monstrous orgasm, she felt hers begin as well. Anne and Karen
both stiffened and shuddered from their orgasm.

As Anne and Karen recovered, Sandy asked, “Mistress Anne, may I remove
my fist from Karen’s cunt please?”

Anne said, “Yes you can dear.”

Sandy pulled her hand out of Karen’s cunt and then sat back on her heels
and knelt there with her head bowed. As Karen gained her wits she assumed
the same position and waited for orders. Finally Anne was recovered enough
and sat up in her chair and looked at her slave daughter and her daughter’s
best friend.

Anne asked, “Karen, I want you to tell me what you’re feeling.”

Karen answered, “There are no words to explain what I feel. You have
just made me beat my best friend to near death. I am sick that you made do
that. I hate myself for doing it and especially for getting sexually
excited from doing it. I hope you can forgive me Sandy because I can never
forgive myself. I love you so much.” She was in tears when she finished
and Sandy was too.

Sandy looked at her mother with pleading eyes and Anne shook her head
yes. Sandy leaned over and hugged Karen and told her, “I forgive you. I
understand that you didn’t have a choice. A slave never has a choice.
They just have to comply with their orders. I love you too and am sorry
you got pulled into all of this.”

They continued crying for a couple of minutes until they heard Anne say,
“Oh my, we need to get Karen on her way or she’ll be late getting back to
Deb’s. Karen, can you tell Deb that Sandy and I are in? She’ll know what
you mean.”

Karen told her, “Yes Mistress”.

Anne told her, “Hurry up and get dressed and on your way.

Karen quickly put her clothes on and ran up the stairs and out of the
house. Just as she got in the van and started the engine, she felt the
first shock of the dildo in her ass. She was glad that she was only about
4 blocks from Deb’s store. She drove as fast as she could to Deb’s store.
She only felt the shock increase twice before she rushed in to the store
and asked, “Tell Deb I’m back please.”

Deb came out saying, “Welcome back Karen. Come back to my office.”

Deb turned to go back and Karen followed her into the office. Once
there she knelt in front of her desk. Deb sat in her chair and said,
“Congratulation Karen. You did very well. Do you have anything to tell
me?”

Karen answered, “Yes, Anne told me to tell you that she and Sandy are
in.”

Deb said, “Very good. You have won over all three. That is better than
I could have hoped for. You are a remarkable young slave. I am going to
enjoy my time with you. When do you think we can get together for a
session in my little play room?”

Karen replied, “The week after next is open and Darrell could send me on
Monday of that week.”

Deb asked, “Do you think your hubby could let me have you for three days
instead of two? I have some wonderful new toys coming and would like to
try them out on you.”

Karen felt the dildo vibrating in her ass and answered, “My master says
that yes I can be here for three days Monday through Wednesday night.”
Karen felt the vibration again and knew she had made Darrell happy.

Deb told Karen, “I’m looking forward to it. You better go now. I
understand that you have at least one more stop before the day is through.”

Karen said, “Yes Mistress” as she got up and returned to her van. She
started the van and drove to her next stop, the liquor store, crying the
whole way there.

This ends Chapter 11 of Part 1 of Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story.

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Chapter 10, Karen’s Home Town Humiliation Continues at Keplar’s Meats

Karen’s mind was reeling from all that happened as she left Marta’s and
walked down half a block and across the street to Keplar’s Meats. As she
walked, tears streamed down her cheeks. The tears were from the
humiliation she suffered, the loss of her good reputation to people who
knew her, the loss of her dignity and most importantly the loss of her
freedom. Her thoughts flitted back and forth between obsessing over her
rape after prom, to her night at Mistress Lynn’s, to the porn shop, the
bar, the restaurant the night before and finally what just happened at
Marta’s Bakery. She was in such a daze that she didn’t even remember
entering Keplar’s Meats.

She thought she heard something and shook her head as if to shake the
cobwebs out and said, “Sorry, what did you say?”

Wayne Keplar was ringing up a purchase for a customer as he said for the
second time, “I said that I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Karen went up to the counter and waited for Wayne Keplar to finish up
with the customer. When he finished and the customer left, he turned to
Karen and greeted her and asked, “Now Karen, what can I help you with
today.”

Knowing that she would have to do something disgusting, Karen answered
hesitantly, “G…G…Good morning Mr. Keplar. I have an order to confirm
with you for tomorrow. Darrell Mitchell and I were married Monday and the
Mitchell’s are having a get together at their house. They asked me to come
by and make sure you have the final numbers for the party. Here’s a list
of everything they need to be delivered and ready by noon tomorrow.”

Mr. Keplar took the list and looked at it. He then asked, “Yes, I
should be able to handle that easily. Will you be paying with cash, check
or charge?”

Karen again stammered out, “I…I…I d…d…don’t have anything to pay
with? I…I…Is there anything else I can do to pay for it? I really
need that order filled. I’ll do anything, anything at all in order to pay
for it all.” Karen was openly crying at having to barter herself for the
deli meats.

Wayne Keplar looked at Karen and said, “Now Karen. I can’t give you
over $1500 dollars worth of meat and delicacies without some type of
payment. Some of them are over $70 dollars a pound. You’ll have to find
someone else to fill the order.”

Karen again begged while starting to cry, “Please, Please, I beg you.
There must be something I can do for you to pay for them. I really will do
anything, anything at all. Please don’t refuse to fill the order. Do what
you will with me please.”

Wayne turned to go to the back processing room saying, “I can’t afford
to Karen.”

Karen rushed through the entrance to the left of the counter which was
directly opposite the door to the back processing room and just as Wayne
turned to go through the door, Karen fell to her knees and grabbed his leg
and begged while sobbing uncontrollably, “P…P…Please Mr. Keplar,
sob…sob…please. I…I…I can be sob…sob…sob what ever you want.
Sob…sob…sob… I…I…I’ll do anything for you.” She paused and
continued to sob and almost in a whisper he could barely hear and in a
voice that was not only filled with desperation but also hopelessness,
“Please help me.”

It wasn’t a plea for him to use her to fill the order. At that point in
time, Karen was truthfully asking for help to get out of her situation, but
of course that wasn’t going to happen. Wayne had already discussed with
John Mitchell what he was going to do with Karen. He wanted to see how
much he could make her beg. He stopped, turned and looked down at her and
said, “Karen, I just don’t see how I could possibly help……….” It
sounded like he was going to say something else but he paused. “Wait a
minute. You did say you would do anything right?”

Karen answered “yes”.

Wayne asked, “Anything at all, with no limits correct?”

Karen began to worry a bit but answered still sniffing and sobbing, “As
long as I am not permanently harmed in the process, yes that is correct.”

Wayne thought for a minute and asked, “Could I have you for a couple of
days next week or the week after. I have something in mind. I won’t go
into the details now. We’ll just save that for when I get to have you.
Karen asked, “What about next Wednesday and Thursday. Those are the only
days next week I have free right now.” She sobbed. “O… O… Or it could
be anytime the next week.”

Wayne said gleefully, “Next week will be fine. You be here first thing
in the morning at 6:00 am. We have some traveling to do to get where we
need to go and it’ll take a while.”

“Now, I’ve got some boys outside the back door that need taking care of.
You might want to take those nice clothes off first though or they’ll get
ruined. You can put your clothes on the chair just inside that door. Now
get to it.”

Karen stripped off her skirt and top, folded them neatly and replaced
the chain on her tits and clit. She then picked up the clothes and went
through the door. When she was through the door, she saw a huge room with
several tables with saws and knives. On six of the tables, there were
large hunks of beef or pork that were being cut down into steaks and roasts
or ground into hamburger or sausage. There were six huge men in the room.
All of them dressed in blue jeans and t-shirt with a bloody white apron
covering them from the neck down. They also wore plastic gloves over their
hands that were also covered in blood and remnants of meat. When Karen
came through the door, the closest guy to the door stopped cutting the beef
slab that he was working on and said very loudly, “Will you look at that.
It must be our lucky day.”

Karen had stopped when she had entered the big room to look around. She
had spotted the door in the back of the room and realized that she would
have to walk through the men to get there. She started to slowly take step
after step towards the door. With each step she took closer to the closest
of the men, t