She shuddered, softly moaning as she her body ached.

He ruined her. He grabbed her, slapped her, spanked her, fucked her. Tore her apart, and left her shuddering, naked save for a leather collar. Gazing into the mirror by his bed, she looked upon her body.

Her bright red left cheek and the makeup that ran all over her face reminded her of when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and slapped her over and over again when she tried to escape.

The mix of cum and spit dribbling from her mouth, running down her chest reminded her of when he pinned her down and fucked her face as hard as he could before forcing her to spit his cum out all over her body.

Rolling over, she looked at her chest; her tits, glazed with cum were red and aching, tiny pinch marks showing when he put clothespins on her nipples and all over her breasts, an already-bruising bite mark was evidence of the bite he gave her when she pulled away.

Her eyes traced down her body, to her cunt, swollen and throbbing and still aching, though each throbbing sent small surges of pleasure through her whole self, reminding her of when he fucked her, after using a huge toy on her for what felt like hours, seeing his seed dribbling out of her shaven pussy, complimenting those red swollen lips.

“Nnng…” she moaned, a shock of irresistible bliss running through her flesh as she rolled onto her front, showing her cherry-red ass that practically glowed from being spanked until she swore to be a good girl. After forcing the promise of obedience, he had continued spanking her until she started crying, to impress upon her how truly sadistic he could be if she didn’t keep to her word.

But now, she was ruined. Stained with cum. Covered in runny mascara. For the briefest of moments, she was alone.

That moment ended when he came back to the room and leaned down, softly running a finger along the chaotic mess of previously perfect hair which he destroyed, before planting a kiss on her forehead. “You were a good girl,” he softly whispered in her ear, almost lovingly, before slowly bringing a cup of water to her lips and tipping it. Slowly, the silent girl sipped the water, before he climbed into bed by her side, turning her with his arms and pulling her head against his chest.

One hand wrapped around her back, the other on her head. Her world was wrapped in darkness, the light blocked by his form, and all she heard was the sound of his breath. Curling into his arms, she felt him squeeze her protectively, and in turn she surrendered to his embrace.



Punishment at the Party

I smile at you as I stroke your cheek, admiring the maid outfit we picked out, especially noting the fishnets and tall red heels that complimented your vivid red collar.

Every Monday I have guests over, and you’re expected the cater to their needs – well, their needs for beverages.  “Everyone’s going to be here in half an hour.  Do you have everyones’ drinks ready?” I ask, smiling, to which you nod.

“Yes, I’m ready, Master,” you respond happily, as you start preparing tea.  I could see my offer to get you a pony doll if you prepared everyone’s drinks flawlessly was motivating.

I shook my head with amusement as I finished preparing the games.  It amused me, but I adored it about you that you could maintain childlike innocence as you grew into the beautiful woman you are.

The guests came in, mostly men but a couple women and one couple.  Overall there were about eighteen people in our home having drinks, playing games, chatting over all sorts of little and big things.  And through it all was my corsetted and collared little maid, flitting about, making sure to keep the entire social occasion a well-lubricated wheel.

However, I found myself frowning a bit as I noticed one of my guests getting a bit… rowdy.  Now, we had fun here, but it was important to maintain a high standard of elegance and proper conduct.  What’s more, I knew this man only became so rowdy after drinking.

I sighed.  Giving it a bit of thought, I headed into the kitchen to see you steeping some tea.  You looked back, smiling.  “Hey Master, how am I,” you started before seeing disappointment on my face.  Your expression instantly shifted to one of ‘I’m in so much trouble,’

You tried to turn, but my hand lashed out and I instantly had a fistful of hair.  “Master, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you whimpered, trying to struggle away.  Ignoring it, I slowly walked you into the main room where everyone was chatting amongst themselves.

“Everyone, may I have your attention!” I bellowed out as you whimpered ‘Please, no,’ before everyone stopped talking.

The room was dead silent.  The tension here was enough to stop your struggling.  Using the opportunity, I lightly tapped you on the back of the knee with one foot, signalling you to your knees as terror overcame your expression.

“Mr. Curtis,” I said, glaring at my rather rowdy friend who was instantly cowed.  “Your behavior has been… inelegant,” I say.  A bit of an understatement, but understatement is a handy tool.  “I’m well aware of the fact that you are quite smashed out of your wits, and I would appreciate it if you would sit down and have some coffee for a bit before I have to eject you for undesired advances,”

The man had the sense to look ashamed and sit down without complaint after a sharp glare.  “However, my maid will be unable to procure it for some time, because she has committed an error.  Now.  What do you feel you have done?” I say, looking at you, forcing you to look at me with a sharp jerk on your hair.

All around, all eyes are on you.  You try to focus on me, but your eyes glance around, seeing voyeuristic, grinning faces that seem to be filled with amusement or excitement.  All around you, everyone is looking forward to what happens.

Paralyzed by hesitation, you’re brought back to the real world with a sharp slap across the face and your head being forced down.  “She was given very explicit instructions to neither serve strong drinks, nor to serve alchohol to anybody becoming rowdy.  Because I have needed to reprimand and humiliate my dear friend, clearly this instruction was broken.  So.  What did you do?” I asked, my gaze focused on you.

You knew that I rewarded obedience, but I punished disobedience without hesitation.  You also knew that if you did not answer, your punishment would dip into cruelty.

“I made him a long island iced tea,” you asked, trying to shield your face.  “Please, Master, don’t slap me,” you begged, while ignoring the gazes around you.

“I won’t” I said, and slowly you lowered your hands, cautiously.

A blur of sharp pain as I pulled you by your hair, dragged you to your feet momentarily then threw you over my knee as I lifted up the skirt of your outfit, showing everyone your black thong and black garters.  “No, please, stop, Master,” you cried out before you felt my hand strike your ass, sending a surge of pain through your body.

More than the pain, though, you feel their eyes.  Watching you.  Admiring your ass.  Listening to you cry out as each and every blow impacts you.  You see their lecherous gazes and their envious expressions, wishing they could have you bent over their knee.

You can see that everyone in this room, even (if not especially) the women wants to fuck you.

Not that you can think about it.  Before you can, my hand strikes you again and sends more pain through you.  Over and over again, brutally my hand assaults your ass, sends pain running through you, fills the room with an even more lustful feeling.  A feeling which begins to overtake you.

“Please…” you don’t say it ‘stop’ in the end of that anymore, even though you try to mean it.  But you’re overwhelmed.  Your mind is going slightly numb, the spikes of pain filling your senses and turning into a twisted pleasure.  Looking around you see yourself being watched, see yourself being the center of attention.

And you want them to keep staring.

After thirty blows on each side, you feel your thong pulled aside and a spike of fear runs through you as your head rises.  “No, Mas-” your head is pushed down as fingers run against your vulva.  Your pussy aches a little, throbbing, wanting to be filled.

You feel a finger slide into you and your body grips it as you let out a whimper.  You make eye contact with a tall woman who focuses on your eyes, eying you like a wolf watching the pack’s alpha eat.  Wanting, but unable to approach, hoping there will be something for her.

Your focus on her breaks when you feel that finger pumping in and out of you, fucking you.  It violently drives itself into you, fucking you, pleasuring you and making your entire body sing and scream in desire.  Your breath grows hitched as you feel moans pulling themselves from your lips.

“God!” You moan as your hips grind back against your hand, feeling your entire body grow hotter and wetter, heart racing.  You feel tension running through you, something growing louder and louder inside of you.  Heat builds in your loins as you buck back against my hand, feeling your orgasm approaching.

Just as your toes try to curl in your heels and you explode with pleasure, I pull my hand out of your pussy.

“No!” You nearly scream, grinding back into me, whimpering like I’m a cruel thief before you realize what just happened.

Before you realize that everyone is smiling even more.

Before you’re thrown bent over the coffee table while I pin your face to the table and you hear the sound of pants unzipping and you realize you’re about to be fucked.

In front of everyone.

So you try to struggle, but it’s a pitiful struggle.  Even for you it’s pitiful.  Your pussy is too hot, burning too hot to resist as I slap it with the head of my cock.  You want it too bad to fight it.

So I slide my cock into you as you let out a cry.  It’s huge, giant compared to your tight little pussy and it hurts to take all the way, but it hurts so good you wouldn’t dare ask for the pain to stop.

“Oh god, oh god,” you moan as I begin to drive my cock into you, hips slamming into yours, one hand digging so hard into your hip it hurts.  Pleasure and pain rip through you as you feel every eye on us, watching you be violently taken atop the coffee table.

It hurts and it’s humilating and you want it.  Your hands grip the sides of the table for stability as I drive you into the table, almost crushing your body with my strength.

You feel it building up again, even hotter, even harder.  Your body is under pressure and there’s heat inside of you.  You want to hold back but it escapes like steam, a scream ripped from your body as my cock feels bigger as you squeeze it tighter.

“Yes, yes, yes!” You scream as your body explodes into pleasure.  You tense up all over, arching your back against me pushing you down, screaming in front of everyone in the room as your pussy clenches and squeezes me, growing tighter and more resistant.

You hear me growl and fuck you harder and harder, grabbing your hips with both hands and driving myself into you like an animal, feeling my cock grow harder and hotter, pulse stronger.

You feel my cock spasm violently and fill you with cum, and you scream as it makes you have another orgasm before the first is over. The pleasure cascades and tears through your entire body like a tidal force as your senses white out…

Your head rises as conciousness returns. Over you, a soft blanket and a chattering of voices. Your eyes are blurry for a moment as you blink, reaching up and rubbing them. I’m sitting on the table, chatting with my guests. You’re sore, sweaty, you feel my cum inside of you and our mixed fluids cooling against your thigh. A soft sound is pulled from your lips.

“Oh, good. You’re up,” I say with a smile, noticing as you rise slowly. I reach out, standing up and help you to your feet. Your pussy throbs, sending pleasure through you as you moan softly, leaning into me, pressing your chest to mine.

You were already punished, shown off, violated in front of these party guests… but you were also covered with a blanket, and now my arms are wrapped around you, protecting you now that your punishment is over.

“Come on,” I say, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “You have work to do, but I’ll make sure we can slow down a little,” I say, letting you remove your heels before sending you back to work freshly fucked and full of cum.

A couple hours passed, and the party tapered off after a while. Heading into the kitchen, you let out a sigh before you feel my strong hands on your shoulders, massaging them. “Mmm…” your body aches, but the ache isn’t all bad; your pussy is still throbbing and reminding you of your ‘punishment.

“You haven’t even noticed what’s in front of you, have you?” I ask, causing you to open your eyes, widening them in shock.

A sparkling, shimmering white toy pony with a beautiful rainbow mane sits on the counter. You look back at me, then at the toy, then back at me, then at the toy.

“But… I… but…why?” You say, unable to properly form the sentence needed to ask the question.

“Well, I intended to give it to you if you did tonight perfectly,” I explained as you walked over, stroking the toy’s mane. “But I already bought it. I figure you can just do it right next time,” I said with a small smile, placing my faith in your ability to improve.

At that, you smile. “Thank you, Master,” you say, walking over and leaning up to give me a kiss. “May I….?”

“You may.”

And then squealing like a little girl, you run upstairs with your new doll.

A Lost Cup

For a long time, Samantha wanted to lose weight. Although she had many admirers who considered her beautiful, friends who admired her hips and ass, and a boyfriend who only grinned when he saw her breasts, she didn’t really feel satisfied. She had an image she wanted, even though Jake, said boyfriend, only frowned when she mentioned losing weight.
Coming home from work one day, though, Jake noticed her moping on the couch. Her tall and lean but muscular lover frowned whenever he saw her in despair, so he sighed. While she stared at the TV in front of you her eyes dead, listless, she was roused from her gloom by a large thump of papers in front of her. Shaken from her thoughts, she saw a rather thick diet book. For a moment, it cut through her; now even Jake thought she was fa-
“You know,” he said, sitting on the couch next to her, one leg crossed over the other, a grin on his face. “I don’t think you need to lose weight,” he said, causing her rage to stop building. “But if it’ll make you happy, I’m in a relationship with you,” he said, leaning in and pressing his lips softly to hers. “Not these,” he said before grabbing her large breasts and giving them a soft squeeze, lightly running his thumb over where one of the nipples was.
An electric spark of desire ran through her body, a squeak rising from her lips as she shuddered. She tried to glare, but it was half grin. “But Jake, I’m always going to be busty,” she said before leaning in to kiss him… and having her hair jerked to the side so Jake could bite down on her neck. She let out a moan, her entire body tensing as her toes curled and he began to play with one of her nipples, even through her blouse and bra. No fair that he could always find them.

Months passed.
Diets passed.
Frusturation mounted. Three pounds down. Three pounds up. Ten pounds down. Twelve pounds up. Nothing seemed to work.
Jake simply shrugged and remained supportive. He didn’t try to get her to stop, nor did he particularly speak words of encouragement. He just listened when she needed to speak. Held her when she cried. Occasionally when she got into too big a rant he cut her off by dropping her to the ground and filling her mouth with his cock.
Five pounds down. Ten pounds down. Another five. Another ten. Bit by bit, the big, beautiful, curvy Samantha of 250 pounds… remained beautiful and curvy, and still large, but certainly smaller. Most people said she looked better. Jake just smiled and said he was proud of her, and told her that she was beautiful.
Ten more pounds down. Five more.
One day over dinner she asked if she looked more sexy, he only gave a coy smile and said “You’re more confident. That’s very sexy.”
Clothes were replaced. Lingerie was replaced. She was happy.
Except for one small, tiny thing.
Her breasts, previously humongus and one are of pride were… Well, they were still really damn big. But less so. After her shower, she pouted as one of her old bras just didn’t fit; when her body shrunk in ways she wanted, her breasts just weren’t as huge. Squeezing them and examining them from various angles in the bathroom mirror, she couldn’t help but frown.
Was it vain to miss being able to count on being the bustiest person in the room? Yes, but everyone was allowed a little vanity.
Facing the mirror, she took in a sigh and a frown as she saw Jake approach her from behind, slipping his hands around her and placing them on her breasts. She inhaled sharply, expecting him to touch her on the nipples like he usually did.
But this time his fingers stayed wide, avoiding her aereola and gave a soft squeeze. “What’s the matter, hun?” he asked in his usual dopey tone as he began to massage her breasts. A little bit of heat rose through her as she inhaled.
“N-nothing,” she said and was rewarded with the pain of a bite on her neck.
“Liar,” he said in a tone which held no anger but threatened punishment. She fidgetted as his fingers lightly ran their nails into the flesh of her bosoms.
“I just noticed my breasts getting smaller,” she said. It was like he had prophesized, and she felt disappointed and embarassed. He didn’t say a thing, he just kissed her on the neck as she tilted her head to stretch it and expose more area to kisses.
“Yeah,” he said, running one of his nails in a circle around her aereola, causing her heart to race. Just touch them, dammit! she thought as she slowly grow more anxiously aroused, feeling the blood pumping in her heart and between her thighs. Her frusturation began to fall away, but she clung to it for some spiteful reason.
“You were right,” she said as he let her breasts go, and felt his hands grasp her hips and turn her around.
“I know,” he said, looking her in the eyes with the same dopey grin, his nails tracing up and down her sides before he leaned in, looking up at her as he slowly let his tongue come out and come closer to her right nipple. She inhaled deeply. Her heart raced in her chest. She wanted to grab his hair and push him in, but she knew what would follow that would be punishment. And Jake liked punishing her.
Slowly, he brought his tongue closer before pulling it in his mouth and blowing on her nipple. She let out a yelp as hot air ran a spike of desire through her and her thighs clenched together. She stomped on the ground a little bit, hands resting on her boyfriend’s shoulders as he blew on the other nipple and then began to fondle them, grope them.
He kissed her breasts above the aereola, suckling on the wide flesh and making it clear there was plenty of surface area for him to touch, kiss, scratch. Her hands slipped around his neck and fingers interlaced themselves in his curly hair for support as she tried to hold onto her frusturation.
She tried to lament that her breasts were getting smaller, but Jake was happily making both his admiration of them and the area he had to admire clear. And he wasn’t even pressing the instant win button of her nipples the way he often did! She wished he would, though.
“A-ahh,” she moaned as he sucked on her underbreast, feeling her pussy clench. “Jake,” she moaned his name. “Jake, Jake,” she said before whining. “Please, Jake, kiss my nipples. Please, please, please sir,” she moaned, becoming vocal as he ignored her request and kept teasing them. Nails on the underbreasts, lips on the side. Teethmarks that would fade quickly surrounded her nipples but never touched them. Her knees went weak and she found herself holding tighter to him for support.
When one of his fingernails lightly scratched against her aereola she screamed and clenched, holding tight to her lover as he suddenly sucked on one nipple while squeezing the other.
She screamed as Jake sucked on her nipple and she clung to him like he was a liferaft, moans escaping her lips as he squeezed the other nipple, twisting just slightly and applying a little bit of pleasure as her pussy burned for more.
Within an instant, he had her bent over the bathroom counter. Just moments later pain and pleasure united inside her as he clamped both of her nipples, putting the long cord that connected them behind her and putting it between his teeth and tugging, sending spikes of pleasure. Then she came for a second time the moment he pulled back hard on it with his mouth while penetrating her.
Jake fucked her mercilessly. He pounded her pussy like it was everything she needed in order to stay alive. He pulled back on her hips while she watched the body she worked so hard to achieve get fucked like an animal and watched her still large breasts swing and sway. She came all over his cock many times, clamping down on it like a vice, only making the normally dopey-smiled man grow more and more primal and ferocious, jerking back on her hips to pull her onto his cock as he filled her up with it and jerked back on the cord. Every time he pulled back, he pulled back with his whole body. Her nipples sent spikes of joy through her, then her cunt was filled to the bottom with his flesh. Lust and warmth came from all over her body and consumed her mind.
She felt his cock twitching and pulsing, harder and harder. She felt him feeling close, and she awaited his release. She wanted to be filled with his cum.
Before she was, though, she felt him pull out, leaving her pussy feeling empty before he grabbed her hair and threw her down. Grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to her knees, after ripping her nipple clamps off roughly he thrust his cock into her mouth and began to throatfuck her. Hard, fast, violent, she felt his cock twitch as she got ready.
“Don’t swallow,” he ordered. “Don’t fucking swallow,” he growled before he pulled thrust into her mouth for one last time before she tasted him, tasted the salty and sweet flavor of his semen and came one more time from just the taste. Though her pussy was empty it twitched just like he had been fucking it and her scream vibrated his cock and made it pulse even harder, shoot even thicker cum into her mouth.
“Don’t swallow,” he ordered, so she didn’t swallow, just letting his delicious cum mix with her saliva. “Look down and open your mouth,” She obeyed his command, without spitting letting his thick cum dribble out of her mouth, down her chin. She shuddered, feeling it’s warmth run down her neck and her chest, run down her breasts. She shuddered as the stream touched her abused right nipple.
“Look up,” he ordered and she looked up, seeing their favorite camera. Her pussy pulsed at the sight of it if not the thought; right now she was incapable of thinking. A few picturesnaps and he put his hand on her head and let her lean into his leg and moan softly before he knelt down and picked her up, carrying her to bed without effort for aftercare. She could take another shower later.

The next day, she had to admit that she had gained an appreciation for her old body that she didn’t have before learning that losing weight meant losing a cup size. But she also had an appreciation for her new body; she gained it through hard work and she was proud of it. Jake could pick her up more easily. And even one cup down, the wallpaper on her phone, showing her with disheavaled hair, a look of lust in her eyes and cum dribbling out of her mouth, and huge tits covered in semen, bite marks, and clamp marks told her that her breasts were still hot and she could be proud of every part of her body.

Bitten, Bleeding; An Instant in Eroticism

My nails bite at my palms as I suck down a gasp of pain.

I don’t ignore the feeling of your teeth in my neck, the pain of you sinking into me like some hungry animal.  I don’t ignore the feeling of your arms wrapping themselves around me, of nails digging into my skin and tearing away at flesh.  My instincts command me to resist, to fight, to run from the pain.

Your teeth just grow harder, more violent as my body quivers and my blood burns.  Blood flows between my legs and I clamp down.  The pain grows ever more intense, ever harder to resist, as it gives way to another feeling, a swimming feeling; the feeling of your hunger begins to fill my head and cloud my thoughts.

My palms bleed as my trembling fists clench tighter than they ever have.

Your nails tear skin and spread flecks of blood around us.  The power of your fangs and nails, the power of you begins to overwhelm me.

“Nn…ah~” a moan escapes my lips as your teeth sink in so deep that the iron taste of my blood fills your mouth.  Surrendering to the pain, to the passion of sensation, my body stirs and my hips buck softly, my eyes fluttering closed

My fists break into open hands, gentle and calm.  Instinctually, automatically, naturally, my arms fall around your shoulders, and pull you ever closer.

As I’m enveloped by your hunger, I wrap you in acceptance.

I accept this pain, because it is born of passion and hunger.

Bite Me; An instant in eroticism

“What was that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at me while I smirked.

“My skin is too dark,” I said, referring to my olive complexion. “You can’t mark me,” I gloated as you crossed your arms.

“Is that so…?”

Stepping forward and tilting my head to expose my neck, I made my challenge.

That was all it took for you to lean up and sink your teeth into my neck’s flesh.

“Nn…” a sound escapes my lips as my eyes close. The pain is sharp, but not too bad. I feel your teeth sink in deeper as your jaw constricts the side of my neck, sending surges of pain through my body.

As the seconds pass, my entire body trembles as I fight the urge to struggle or pull away. The pain rips through me, flooding my senses and making me more aware of my heartbeat, raising something primal in me.

The pain is unbearable. It pushes past my limit and I start to quiver, my hands reaching up and holding your hips, trying to find a focus for my pain. I almost jerk away. But that would be to give up on this challange. Slowly I calm myself.

My mind clears. The pleasurable pain flows through me. There are no sounds around me. There’s nothing around me but this sensation, this pain which grows deeper, but I flow into the pain rather than enduring it.

When your mouth leave my necks, my eyes open, primal and wild, matching your own gaze.


The next day I send you a picture message from my phone, showing my unmarked neck. I laugh when you respond with “Son of a bitch!”

Then, I tie my scarf and head to work. After all, the ‘rotate picture’ function isn’t going to fool my co-workers.