Sometime after my little crew of friends and I discovered our shared interest in assorted fetish related activities it became apparent that to continue in a serious manner some organization was required. Accordingly it was decided to form a secret society which we christened The Wenches. Initially there were to be seven members: me, my best friends RaeAnn an...
When I saw Gretchen was leading me over to the whipping posts, I assumed that I would be bound to one and Gretchen would whip me and that it would all be over rather quickly. Unbeknownst to me there's a lot of preparation and ceremony involved in these things. As a result it took at least twenty minutes for me to suffer through my first punishment. First t...
She didn't have anything else to do. She was nineteen years old with louts for parents, no money to do anything interesting and nobody even remotely interesting to do it with. So here she was, in a run-down pool hall to serve the local under 21 crowd, no alcohol, hanging out with a couple of boys from high school and her two girlfriends. About two hours in...
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During the time that I spent out there in the woods, I was basically a naked prisoner to be passed around, ogled, used and cruelly punished. Of course, nudity was compulsory the entire I was in the woods. Being naked while the other women were fully-clothed made me keenly aware of my inferior position and status. Most women would be outraged at the way my...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** I'm restrained over the whipping horse so tightly that I can't move an inch in any direction. My wrists and ankles stretch...
Today is Sunday. It's noon and I'm sitting on my steps waiting to be picked up. All of this has happened in only a week. At last week's college graduation party my brother and his friends asked me to do a scene with them. They wanted me to play a slut who would be crucified for her sins. This required a victim, hopefully young, hopefully physically attractiv...
Dave had wanted to be crucified for as long as he could remember. He was brought up in the Catholic religion and even though the religious side of things had never made much sense to him he found the images of the crucifixion and the scourging erotic beyond words. He had long kept his fantasies to himself until he saw a personal in his local newspaper. It re...
Note: This is the story of what happened to me over thirty five years ago. Since the school is still in business I have changed its name and done my best to disguise its location. I doubt that this sort of thing still occurs there, but I have no way of knowing for sure. I have also changed the names of the participants, because it's unlikely any of these wom...
It was shameful and indecent. I stood there naked, with a crowd of fully clothed women in attendance as Karlie knelt before me and worked her face in between my thighs. Karlie lapped at my wet, throbbing sex and when I squirmed and moaned in a shamelessly libidinous way, Karlie clamped her mouth over my swollen labia and her tongue went deep inside of me. I...