Whip Stories

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WVC Ch. 28: The Photography Class

by gupiao on Sep 25, 2017
BDSM

After the private posing session I did for the Gang of Three in Ms. Reynolds classroom (WVC Ch.27 - the Private Drawing Session), Valerie and Erika waited for the other students to leave. Then the two Club members escorted me outside to make certain none of the three were lying in wait on the steps of the Art Building. I had hoped to be able to spend some so...

The Spanking Position

by amasterfound on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

The haiku was supplied by Hidden Butterfly. * "Softly spanking me, I cry out for more pleasure! Erotic Torture" This was the mantra that I repeated while kneeling. I was in the spanking position. I was on my knees with my legs spread as far I could get them and my head touching the ground. I stretched my arms before me. I raised my ass high in the air....

Caress of the Whip

by LiquidPearl on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

You hang there, nothing but the chains at your wrists supporting your weight. Your head is down, your frightened eyes gaze up at me through a veil of damp hair. The remains of your red velvet dress droop limply from your shoulders, your torn corset doing little to conceal you from my wandering eyes. I take a step towards you and your legs suddenly find thei...

Spaghetti

by DarkSteven on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

When you come home, you discover a full Italian dinner laid out for you - spaghetti in tomato sauce, salad, breadsticks, soft Venetian gondolier music, lit candles, and a salad. It's just what you need - an opportunity to put the day behind you. You notice that, in typcal man-fashion, I have made more spaghetti than we could eat in a week. As we eat and talk...

Housewife Galley Slave

by CarlUrvile on Dec 17, 2017
BDSM

"I need to lose some weight..." my wife Jane muttered standing looking into our refrigerator. "I need someone to whip me into shape, maybe a personal trainer..." she said muttering again. "I could assist you with that." I said sliding my hands over her nice round ass before giving her right cheek a playful slap. Spending my lunch hour at home with her was...

Stand Before Me In Judgment

by Mylynka on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

I was at a RAW event in Atlanta. I've started going myself, most of my friends seem to be "burned out" on live Wrestling Matches...kind of like watching a silent movie they say. I don't care; I just get such a thrill out of being in the same arena with men I find so very appealing. Since I purchased only one ticket, I got a really good seat... Second row rin...

Whipping Wednesday Ch. 02

by Rose P on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

We left her having received 5 good strokes with the belt outside bent over the bonnet of her car as punishment for ringing the bell impatiently. She was to receive the sixth stroke inside as punishment for being late. We join her and her master in the punishment room where her punishment continues ... I turned dropping my eyes and clasping my hands loosely...

A Humbling of the Testicles

by fablesofanhedoia on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

The male was sentenced to fifty lashes upon his bare balls for insubordination to a female. Anhedonia made him stand facing the wall, his palms fixed to its cool surface by tight wrist-locks, his legs forced apart on the ground by a long metal bar which travelled between his two ankles and prevented him from shutting his legs. There he was: nude, displayed,...

Catgirl Possession Ch. 01

by hatefulmoon on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

He looks his new possession over approvingly. She was wearing a black leather top with spaghetti straps and holes around her breasts to give anyone a nice view of them. The top laced down her back to a pair of black leather, crotchless panties. The back of her panties had been modified so her long, fluffy tail could slide through easily. Shaping her long, sl...

Training Ch. 01

by girl69 on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

He looked at the room; all was in readiness. Candles flickering, casting dancing shadows upon the walls, floor and ceiling. He dipped his finger into the melted wax pooled at the base of one of the candles, watching it form to his fingertip. He glanced over at the open armoire; it contained no clothing, but an assortment of toys; paddles, whips and clamps, a...