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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I knocked and waited at the door as ordered.

A few seconds past, and then the door opened in front of me, but he was behind the door so I could not see what he was wearing.

“Enter and sit on the chair” he said.

I walked in the room and the door was shut be hind me, and I headed for the chair, without looking round.

The room was bare apart from some ‘tools of his trade’ I could see hanging on the walls, and on a display bench. There was paddles, canes. Whips on the walls, and I could see lots of dildos, butt plugs and medical equipment on the bench. To my right there was a queening table, which was basically a toilet seat on top of a small coffee table, and there was a cushion underneath, for the recipient to rest his or head on during the scenario.

The window was completely covered up with news paper masked to it, so it let in some light, but not much.

The chair was positioned facing directly away from the door, and I noticed an ash tray next to it. I clip clopped towards it in my 6” PVC thigh boots and sat down, and placed my hand bag on the floor next to me.

I sat upright and waited.

Nothing - total silence.

I coughed quietly and put my hand up to my mouth as I did so.

“STAY STILL!” he shouted.

I reverted to my rigid, upright posture.

I heard him walking towards me and knew when he was stood directly behind me.

“Such a pretty old whore” he said quietly.

“Thank you” I replied.

“SILENCE!” he shouted, “I will say when I want you to speak” he commanded.

“So, I can do anything?” He said quickly followed by “answer”.

“Yes, sir” I replied.

“A tall order I must say” he smirked. “We will see”.

I didn’t answer as he didn’t ask me to.

He was referring to the conversations we had had on Watts App text chat. I had said he could do anything, and I had never turned anyone down before, and I have done some hurrendous things, so couldn’t see a problem. We had already decided on a safety word, and this was to be ‘Blue’. He had paid me by bank transfer, and so the date was set, and here we were!

“Light up” He commanded.

I reached down to my bag and pulled out my cigarettes and lighter, and lit one up as he had instructed. I placed the ashtray on my lap.

I sat smoking it, looking as feminine and slutty as possible and I crossed my legs, to enhance the femininity.

“OPEN YOUR FUCKING LEGS!” he shouted. “DO NOT EVER CROSS THEM”.

I did as he said.

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By *illerman1969Man
over a year ago

Rotherham

More please

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By *ewtothis2219Couple
over a year ago

Telford

Like it

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By *ark_sentinelCouple
over a year ago

Andover

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

He leant over me, and started to stroke a cane over my cleavage. I was wearing a black PVC bustier top, which really made my tits pop out (as he had directed by email.

His cane rubbed over them quite gently and went from one to the other and then down the crevice between them.

“Such beautiful tits” he said quietly.

I continued to smoke, flicking the ash into the ashtray.

I heard him walk across the room and I think he put the cane back on the wall before walking back to me. He walked around me and stood infront of me.

He was wearing a pair of PVC jeans, and nothing on top. He also wore a full PVC mask, with just his eyes and mouth cut out, and some small openings for his nostrils. He was of quite big build and had a hairy chest and back. He wore big black boots that were higher than his ankles, and the laces were undone, just hanging. He looked very sinister. I was excited.

I carried on smoking, and he pulled his cock out in front of me. It was very hard and a really good size. I’d say it was about 8” but was very thick and vneiny, it was impressive.

He approached me so his cock was inches away from my mouth.

“Please me” he said quietly.

I blew some smoke across his bell end, before I licked across the tip.

I looked up at him and as him staring at me as I took him in my mouth.

His shaft was soon completely smeared in my red lip gloss as I took him deeper and deeper down my throat. My cigarette was soon finished, and as soon as I extinguished it he said “another”.

I lit another one up, and continued my smokey service on him.

At no point did my hands touch his, cock - just my wet glossy lips.

He turned around and I was astonished to see he had a huge cut out, so his arse was fully on display. “Continue” he demanded.

I blew smoke over his buttocks before French kissing his arse. My rigid tongue was lapping at his brown bud, with smoke eminating from my mouth as I did so.

“Permission to use my hands, sir?” I requested quietly.

“Granted” he replied.

I placed my hand on each buttock and opened him up very wide. It wasn’t the cleanest of openings I had seen, but it wasn’t the dirtiest, either. I forced my tongue deep into him. The musky taste I a so accustomed to filled my senses. I closed my eyes as I got into a rhythm with each inward thrust of my tongue accumulating the hot brown lubricant, a taste on which I savoured.

He stood upright again and turned around. I smiled at him as I extinguished the cigarette into the ashtray.

“Hands behind your back” he demanded. I obeyed.

He went over the bench and came back with cable ties which he tied my wrists together with, and then tied these to the back of the chair.

The posture wasn’t comfortable, but it made my boobs pop out even more. I glanced down and could see them so heavy and held so upright and bulbous by the cupless basque I was wearing underneath the PVC blouse.

He stood in front of me and stroked my face gently.

“Such a pretty made up face” he said quietly.

He leant forward and whispered directly to my face

“I’m going to fucking destroy you, you old cunt!”

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By *atherineb67TV/TS
over a year ago

Hoylake

Mmm yes please!

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By *imale38Man
over a year ago

Barnsley

Id love to be in that situation as a sub.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

At this point I realised he had quite bad breath, but I dare not say anything! I just smiled.

He continued to stroke my face when I heard him emty his lungs into his mouth. I knew what was coming.

The gob flew from his mouth onto my forehead. It was thick phlegm, but I could sense it was dripping down my face when he repeated the disgusting act, but this time he spat into my mouth. The phlegm hit the back of my throat and settled in my mouth.

“Show me it” he said.

I opened my mouth and extended my tongue with the mess on it.

“Eat” he demanded.

I chewed on the disgusting gob. Some of it was hard and like grissle, but I did as he wanted. On completion I opened my mouth again to show him I had eaten all his phlegm waste.

He didn’t say anything, he just continued to spit at me. He carried on with this gross act for some 10 minute or so. At no point did he (or I) say anything.

Each time there was less hard consistency to his spit, but none the less, my face was soon covered and completely glazed.

Some of it was dripping off my chin onto my boobs, and I think this excited him.

He walked away towards the bench and asked “What do you say?”

“Thank you, sir” I replied quietly.

He returned and stood by the side of me, with a long thin cane in his hand.

“I’m going to hurt you” he said quietly, but strictly.

I didn’t say anything, but didn’t doubt it either.

“What do you say to that you old slag?” he asked.

“I want you to enjoy yourself sir, and if that means me getting hurt in the process, then so be it” was my truthful answer.

“NO FUCKING NO!” he exclaimed. “I want you to WANT to get hurt”.

“I want you to hurt me, sir” I replied sheepishly.

I looked from the corner of my eye. He was stood about three feet away from me, brandishing his cane.

He placed it across my boobs to line up his strike.

He raised the cane about a foot of my tits and paused. I closed my eyes and waited for my first lash. I didn’t have to wait long.

The first caning wasn’t too bad, although it did sting. He followed this up by many more, short, fast lashes of the cane. I looked down and already my tits had faint red stripes on them.

He unzipped my PVC blouse and pulled my tits out completely before taking up his position again.

This time the cane was held higher, and each lash really hurt. I suppose he gave me about a dozen lashes like this. He approached me and ran his hands over my tits. There were now welts on them and the skin was really red and swollen.

“Last 10” He said, “maybe” he added.

This time the cane was held almost above his head. He used all his power to bear the cane down across the both of my boobs. I sobbed as the pain was so much.

I will be honest though - Even with the all the severe pain - I was so extremely turned on, I could myself rock hard against my PVC mini skirt (I wasn’t wearing any panties).

He took his time and lashed my time and time again, each stroke came down from a great height and was so deliberate and controlled. He was quite breathless come the end, he was exerting so much force across my now bright red and badly bruised slut tits.

He went back to the wall and returned to stand in front of me.

“That’s so much better, my ugly old striped slag” he smiled. As he said that comment he leaned forward and showered my face in spit once more.

I looked down and my lovely boobs were in a really bad state. The striped were scarlet red with a blue outline of bruising. They were stinging so much I was sobbing. As the time went on the pain was getting worse, but I knew my ordeal had really only just started, I was really worried about what was to come.

He produced some pliers and cut me free from the cable ties. I immediately started to gently rub my boobs in an attempt to ease the pain. With this he slapped me across the face “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” he shouted. “SIT STILL YOU FUCKING CUNT”.

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By *d funMan
over a year ago

Telford

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I sat, literally sobbing with my head down. “And be quiet, you pathetic whore” he added in a quieter tone. “Your crying is annoying me”.

“Sorry, sir” I sobbed back.

“Just keep quiet. I will tell you when I want you to speak. I have told you that already. No more idle chat, do you understand?”

“Yes sir” I replied quietly, with my head still facing down.

He got my hand and pulled me to my feet. He then gestured he wanted me to go to the bench. I walked across the room and stood at the bench, facing upright. He moved some items (a few dildos and an enema bottle) to one side on the desk, to make room for me to lean on.

He then pushed my back gently down to show me where he wanted me.

I lay across the bench with my hands outstretched. These again were cable tied to the end of the bench.

All his movements were slow and deliberate, and in silence. It was extremely sinister.

I was in extreme pain as my boobs were now being crushed onto the hard, wooden table. My mind was soon going to be take away from swollen and bruised boobs, I knew that.

He walked across the room and came back with a spreader bar. It was about 3ft long, and he attached it to my ankles with the velcro straps, to force my legs apart.

There I was in position.

I then heard him shuffling around and I could tell he was setting up a video camera on a tripod. I have been filmed many times and knew this is what he was doing.

He stood behind me and he was still for a moment. I cringed thinking the first thing I’m going to feel is severe pain, in one swoop.

I was wrong.

I felt a cane running across the tops of my thighs, above my thigh high boot line. Very slowly he moved the cane from side to side across the backs of my legs. Then upwards - to my tight black PVC mini skirt that was still covering my buttocks. The cane was rubbed (quite gently) over my PVC clad bum, again from side to side, but very slowly and deliberate.

My eyes were closed as I was trying to pre empt the first lash, as I knew at some point it was coming.

I looked round and couldn’t believe the length of the cane! It was about 4ft long, and he was stood at arms length away from me with a straight arm. He was slowly wanking his absolutely rock hard cock as he rubbed the cane over my PVC clad buttocks.

I faced forwards and again closed my eyes.

The first whack was straight across both buttocks, the PVC helped to spread the pain somewhat, and I will be honest and say the first strike was quite moderate. This didn’t last long.

The next was a lot harder, and made me wince somewhat.

The next 9 or 10 strikes landed in quick succession and I was now in a certain amount of pain. This, again was going to get worse as he approached me, and lifted my skirt, to fully expose my bare buttocks to him.

He got back in position and he rubbed the cane across my balls. I had told him I don’t like ball and cock torture, and it was agreed beforehand that he wouldn’t subject either to any punishment, and I had trusted him.

He teased my by continuing the prodding in my balls with the end of the cane.

“Please, no!” I said, “not, there - we agreed”.

There was a short pause and then ‘WHACK’ my bare buttocks received their first strike. It was a really hard lash, and I cried out.

“Silence you fucking cunt!” he grunted.

I suppose I must have taken at least another dozen whacks of the cane, all in quick succession, and all ruthlessly hard.

My head was going light I was in so much sexual pain. I have heard of girls passing out before, and I thought I may do the same. It was a real sexual high though, I was so hard and turned on, even through my tears.

I was literally sobbing with my head down on the table, I could feel my mascara running down my face.

Another short pause and then ‘WHACK’ a blow from the cane came across the tops of my legs. This was the worse pain I had felt so far, and I was crying loudly. The pain was so intense and concentrated. He gave me probably another 5 or 6 across the backs of my legs, before walking up to me, and whispering in my ear “you are a good girl aren’t you?”

“I try to please, sir” I replied through my sobs.

He then untied me, and undid the spreader bar.

I almost collapsed on the table, but held on to it as I turned to face him.

“You pathetic cunt!” he giggled.

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By *d funMan
over a year ago

Telford

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I looked down at my cleavage and my tits were nearly black, they were so bruised. They had dark blue and red stripes all across them, and were so badly swollen. I ran my fingers across them, and I estimate the ridges were swollen about half an inch.

I then felt my buttocks, and they were the same. I have never been so beaten in my life.

“I like the cane” he said.

“So do I” I smiled, “and you know how to use it.”

He took off his mask and I could see he had been sweating heavilly whilst putting me through my paces.

He outstretched his hand and I placed my hand in his and he lead me towards the door. He picked up the ash tray as we made our way across the room.

We walked down the corridor into the toilet.

There was a mirror on the wall and I looked at myself. What a sight!

I looked like I had been tortured by the SS. My make up was all down my face, I looked like Alice Cooper on a bad day!

“On your knees!” he commanded. “Hands behind your back. No cheating or the cane comes back out.”

Not wanting anymore cane I got to my knees as instructed.

He thrust his cock straight into my mouth, and straight down my throat.

He held the back of my head and literally fucked my throat.

I didn’t move my hands from behind my back, and just took the pounding. He withdrew his cock completely and I gagged and puked a little, which went all over my tits. “Nice” he laughed, and continued the oral onslaught.

Time and time again I gagged and puked, and this excited him even more.

He got me to my feet and made me bend over and hold onto the loo seat, and he got behind me.

He forced his rock hard cock straight into me. No lube, no condom, no spit, just pure bareback anal sex.

He was grunting as he held my hips and forced himself in and out of me.

I just closed my eyes and took him. I felt so used, but it was amazing.

I knew he was going to cum soon, its a girl’s intuition.

Before he did, he withdrew his cock and forced me on the floor infront of him. He was wanking furiously in front of my face, and I opened my mouth and I extended my tongue to accept his hot spunk.

“PICK THE ASH TRAY UP!” he shouted.

I did as he said. I had no idea at all where this was going. His wanking slowed.

“Lick it” he smiled.

I have never ever done this before (although I have made others do it), and I can honestly say it is vile.

My tongue lapped into the ash. The taste, the smell and the texture is just horrific. I coughed and gagged a little, and this excited him even more, and his wanking increased. I so wanted him to cum, as then my ordeal would probably be over.

“EAT A BUTT!” he laughed - “GO ON!” he wanked harder as I placed the lipstic stained filter in my mouth. I looked him in the eye and smiled as I chewed on it. He took the ashtray from my mouth, and emptied it into my mouth. There was fag ash everywhere, my mouth was full of it and the two butts, and ash was all over my face.

I was just finding my bearings, when I felt the hot gush of his piss on my face. I opened my mouth and allowed him to piss directly in it. The fag butts and ash were floating in my mouth when he grabbed the back of my head and forced my head into the toilet.

I spat the pissy fag butts out and coughed the ash out into the bowl.

I was gagging for air.

He forced my head into the bowl with his foot. I felt a drowning sensation as he flushed the loo over the back of my head.

He lifted his foot off my head and allowed me ‘up for air’.

I sat back on my haunches, my head like a drowned rat. God only knows what I looked like.

He approached me again wanking like crazy, “OPEN!” he shouted.

At last. The end was nigh. I opened my mouth as he wanked, and again extended my tongue.

I was now wanking hard and fast too. My cock was ready to burst, I was so turned on.

He let out a huge grunt as the first shot went across my mouth and onto my cheeks. The next few loads went into my mouth. Mixed with the remnants of the ash, I swallowed it all down and showed him my empty mouth. He scooped the rest into my mouth, at which point I cum in my hand. I smeared this over my mouth too, and deliberately lapped it all up in front of him.

Smiling at him I asked “Did you enjoy?”

“Fantastic”, he said, “You were wonderful”.

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By *d funMan
over a year ago

Telford

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I couldn’t help notice a complete change in his tone.

“Look at you , poor girl” he pacified. “Let me show you the shower room”.

He lead me down the corridor and pointed out the shower room. “Get yourself sorted out” he said.

“Thank you” I replied.

I went in the bedroom to get undressed. There was a full length mirror, and I just looked totally hideous. My boobs were black blue and red, as were my buttocks and the tops of my legs.

“You could use this?” he said as he leaned into the room. His arm was outstretched with a bottle of soothing gel in his hand.

“Thanks” I replied, as I took it from his hand.

“Take your time sweetheart, I am in no rush for you to leave” he said nicely.

“Thank you, that’s reassuring” I smiled as I replied.

“I will be in the front room if you need anything” He said as he walkd down the corridor.

I had a shower and dried myself the best I could. I couldn’t rub the towel over my buttocks boobs or legs as it hurt so much. I had to pat those areas with the soft white fluffy towel.

I sat at the dressing table and completely re-did my my make up, and at last I was back to looking sexy and slutty.

I was dying for a cigarette, but refrained.

I was lloking through my case for something to wear. There is no way I could put a basque or bra back on, as my boobs were so sore.

I used the gel on my boobs and it helped to ease the pain to some degree.

I could not apply it properly to my buttocks or the tops of my legs, but did the best I could.

I had an idea.

I put my pink satin robe on, and tied the waist band. It’s very short, and exposes almost everything as I walk. I often wear it ‘after sex’, it’s extremely sexy.

I put on some 6” patent black heels, picked up my cigarettes and lighter and clip clopped towards the front room.

Mike was sat reading a book. He looked over his reading glasses, and said “Oh My! Look at you!”

I smiled and asked if it was OK for me to smoke, which he confirmed was ok, before passing me the same ash tray as I had previously used, but I noticed it had been cleaned and dried.

I sat opposite him on a big leather chair (the same as the one he was sitting on) , and crossed my legs before lighting up my cigarette.

“I’m sorry for hurting you Tina” He said quietly.

“That’s OK, I enjoyed it!” I smiled in return.

“Can I just say you look wonderful?” he said as he readjusted his seating position.

“Thanks you, Mike” I replied quietly.

Mike was now fully dressed, in a t shirt and jeans. He was actually quite handsome a handsome man in his mid 50’s.

The conversation soon turned to sex. He explained that every so often he had to be dominant, but mostly he just liked ‘normal’ sex, and just love sexy transvestites. I was once again getting turned on. The smoking makes me feel so feminine, and the feel of my satin gown had me so hard once more.

“Excuse me” I said, “I will be one minute”.................

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By *d funMan
over a year ago

Telford

Loving this Tina xx

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I went back to the bedroom and picked up the soothing gel, before returning to the front room.

I stood next to Mike and said “Could you help me with this please?” I was showing him the soothing gel.

“Why of course! How shall we do it?” He smiled as he put his book down.

I lay across his legs, in a typical ‘spanking position’ and he lifted up my robe, exposing my battered buttocks.

He poured some gel across them, it felt so cool and soothing as he rubbed it gently and slowly into the welts.

“How is that my love?” He asked.

“Its wonderful” I replied softly, “Just wonderful”.

He continued for a few minutes before moving his attention to the tops of my legs. Again the cooling sensation was lovely.

He returned his focus back to my buttocks.

This time I could feel him gently slipping a finger inside me as he soothed the buttocks. Very slowly I felt him go deeper, each time withdrawing his finger fully, before inserting it again.

“I simply love what you are doing Mike” I said quietly.

“My little anal princess” he replied.

“Always!” I whispered.

“Shall we go to the bedroom?” I almost pleaded.

“What a lovely idea” he replied.

We were soon in the bedroom, both naked on the bed. I was on my belly and he was sat up fingering me as well as still soothing my buttocks.

I hitched my buttocks up and he put a pillow underneath them so my arse was now raised.

He made his way around the bed and offered me his cock to suck. I task I completed with pleasure.

His cock really was quite big, and I totally enjoyed taking my time pleasuring him with my hot wet mouth. It wasn’t like last time where he was throat fucking me, it was me enjoying giving him pleasure, a task I adore with all the many men I see.

This was very loving and intimate.

He moved away from and I felt him position himself behind me.

I felt his hardness on my eager opening.

With a thrust he was inside me. He kissed the back of my neck and my ears as he fucked me. His thrusts intensified, and my arse hole was burning, using the gel as lube.

He didn’t last long and soon I felt him tense up as he emptied himself into me.

He climbed off and almost collapsed on the bed beside me.

“I’m spent!” he admitted.

“Thank you Mike” I said and kissed him on the cheek.

He again left and said “Don’t go without saying goodbye.”

I got myself together and got changed for my drive home.

I wore a long floaty ‘circle skirt’ and a satin wrap blouse, with no bra. I kept my stilettos on. I looked slutty still, but comfortable.

I went back to the front room, and Mike was sat, (looking exhausted!) in a towelling bath robe.

“Thank you again Michael” I said as I smiled.

He reached onto the coffee table for his wallet - “Here - here is an extra tribute” He said as he passed me pile of notes.

“Oh! Thank you honey!” I said and once again kissed him on cheek, before taking my case and leaving.

I had a thirty minute drive home, and I was exhausted.

I have to say that it took about 10 days for my wounds to fully heal up, it was about a week before I could comfortably wear a bra again.

I have since seen Mike numerous times, and each time he pushes the boundaries. We now spend much more time in the toilet and bathroom.

That is for another story!

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By *d funMan
over a year ago

Telford

Thank you xx

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