I need to thank all the guests for a very successful party! fuckhole was completely shocked and humilatied to be passed around like a party favor to everyone!
Special thanks to Master Joseph and his submissives for the special treatment they gave to fuckhole. I didnt think she would be able to handle sucking the cum out of that boys asshole.. in front of a crowd of very horny ... very Dominant .. and very demanding Men.
It pulled the entire train. Often with tears and a little blood ... but very entertaining! I will never forget the look on her face when Ali dropped his shorts to show off his cock. This kid is hung ..literally ... like a horse. He was last in line ... and it still was tight fit. fuckhole screamed and fought but eventually submitted to his pleasure. The agony of it was plain to see .... Which only made it hotter to watch!
It cried for days afterwards, but was much quicker to give pleasure now that her training is almost complete.
The winning bid for fuckhole will be announced in a few days. Im bored with it now
Monday, June 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Party dates
Its all set. You know the time and place. I will be expecting each of you. "It" has been suitably prepared verify by email before Sat.
See ya'll then
See ya'll then
Monday, April 13, 2009
Day 2
It was beginning to stink of piss and pussy. Blood had dried on its cunt where the needles had pierced its lips and the thread pulled its pussy closed. The catheter was clamped closed and the tube was filled with piss. Six loops of rope surounded its throat as its hands where tightly tied. It could not touch itself or stop my torture. I cut away the threads that held its cunt and open it roughly with my fingers. I whispered so softly in its ear ... and led her to the shower. I made sure the water was ice cold as I washed it roughly. I was not so cruel with the enema. Making sure it was warm and soapy. it was confused but obedient as it was ordered to its knees. I like having my asshole licked by a motivated submissive. I spread my ass and ordered it to lick ... it hesitated only a second. That was my que... Thrown down on the bathroom floor, it was disciplined with the meanest whip I own. When I finished .. it begged to eat my ass... "Like a Good Girl" The enema drained onto the floor as it whimpered but pushed its tongue as deeply as it could up my ass. I pushed her face into the mess and buttfucked it hard. I withdrew my cock and forced it into her waiting mouth. Still covered in shit from its draining ass. It no longer cared what I did to it.
The catheter offered a bit resistance as I took my time removing it. It must have been excruciating to have its legs tied as wide as they would go and having such a large catheter pushed up and down inside its bladder. I brought out the vibrator and the Prod again .. and brought it to a climax. Just to see it again. With my fingers up her ass I felt the tell tale contractions of the orgasm she barely had the strength to produce.
It passed out in my arms... again. The cold shower woke it enough to push feebly back as I finally took its cunt against the wall of the freezing shower stall.
It was washed and put to bed. Day 3 will be a further test it its endurance ... and submissive obedience to various perversions. Several of the "freinds" that have contacted me here are anxious to meet it and use it as I have. They can have my sloppy seconds. It will pull the whole train... or pay a price ... for our entertainment.
The catheter offered a bit resistance as I took my time removing it. It must have been excruciating to have its legs tied as wide as they would go and having such a large catheter pushed up and down inside its bladder. I brought out the vibrator and the Prod again .. and brought it to a climax. Just to see it again. With my fingers up her ass I felt the tell tale contractions of the orgasm she barely had the strength to produce.
It passed out in my arms... again. The cold shower woke it enough to push feebly back as I finally took its cunt against the wall of the freezing shower stall.
It was washed and put to bed. Day 3 will be a further test it its endurance ... and submissive obedience to various perversions. Several of the "freinds" that have contacted me here are anxious to meet it and use it as I have. They can have my sloppy seconds. It will pull the whole train... or pay a price ... for our entertainment.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Wonderous and Stupid
It is slender with small ugly tits. A self professed pain slut who has found herself in the perfect place to experience pain.
We met online. It seemed willing and ready to be used. it said no Dom had ever taken her to the edge of her limits. It was challenging me.
Just having it around put me in a foul mood. The basement dungeon was fully prepared for several days of hard use. its "playlist" included breath-play, knives, needles, and catheters. All of which i was practised in thier used ... and abuse.
It met me at Starbucks on the other side of town. I was the perfect gentleman. Opening doors, and putting her at ease. I asked her questions about the people in her life, her experiences and so on. She chatted like she had known me all her life. She had no to call in case of emergencies. No one knew where she was or when she would be back. No one cared enough about it to ask. Perfect.
One final questions ... are you ready? Her answer was Yes ... with a sly smile on her face, she sat down in my car and on to her fate.
In a quiet alley, I took her hand and pushed her hard onto the hood. I put it in thumbcuffs, ball gag and a dark hood. Then put it in the backseat for the rest of the ride.
It was dragged to the dungeon and her clothing torn off. With her hands tied to the rafter and her mouth tightly gagged . I whipped her for an hour... and left the room for another hour.
I could tell the pain in its arms was beginning to be take the fight out of her. Again I whipped it until every part of her was covered in angry welts. Its eyes were glassy and it swayed drunkenly under the bright light of the video cameras. I placed the tips of the cattle prod to her nipples over and over again and spoke softly as I shocked her to consciousness repeatedly. Then showed her my hard cock and told her watching her in pain got me excited. The noose was next... she tried to fight it ... but her muscles no longer had the energy to resist. I left her there while I made my dinner.
I ate slowly in front of it. It had been standing all day ... now it had to stand on its toes to get enough air. It had drool all over its tits and stood in a puddle of its own piss. I picked up the prod ...and the vibrator. I asked it which it wanted? Its eyes showed the agony it was experiencing. I wanted to see it cum now before it was unconscious or dead. So, I gave its pussy a short buzz ...followed by a long shock... and repeated over and over again.
Her cries behind the gag were pathetic. It was well after midnight before I was finished with the torture. It was tied to the bed and catheterized. I woke her every few hours with a new pain experience for it. The sewing up of her cunt was the most fun. Slapping its cunt with my cock produced more pain. I ungagged it and fed it some water. There is nothing worse than a dry blow job. The dental dam opened her mouth painfully wide.. i stiffled her cries with my cock untill it accepted it was going to be throat fucked. It was hot to have my hands tightly around its throat as waited longer and longer between the times i pulled out to let her breath.
Then we went ass to mouth for a while. There was no resistance left... everytime it tried to speak she was slapped and whipped. It was hogtied and put in bed... catheter in place...
it was advised this was the first day ....
We met online. It seemed willing and ready to be used. it said no Dom had ever taken her to the edge of her limits. It was challenging me.
Just having it around put me in a foul mood. The basement dungeon was fully prepared for several days of hard use. its "playlist" included breath-play, knives, needles, and catheters. All of which i was practised in thier used ... and abuse.
It met me at Starbucks on the other side of town. I was the perfect gentleman. Opening doors, and putting her at ease. I asked her questions about the people in her life, her experiences and so on. She chatted like she had known me all her life. She had no to call in case of emergencies. No one knew where she was or when she would be back. No one cared enough about it to ask. Perfect.
One final questions ... are you ready? Her answer was Yes ... with a sly smile on her face, she sat down in my car and on to her fate.
In a quiet alley, I took her hand and pushed her hard onto the hood. I put it in thumbcuffs, ball gag and a dark hood. Then put it in the backseat for the rest of the ride.
It was dragged to the dungeon and her clothing torn off. With her hands tied to the rafter and her mouth tightly gagged . I whipped her for an hour... and left the room for another hour.
I could tell the pain in its arms was beginning to be take the fight out of her. Again I whipped it until every part of her was covered in angry welts. Its eyes were glassy and it swayed drunkenly under the bright light of the video cameras. I placed the tips of the cattle prod to her nipples over and over again and spoke softly as I shocked her to consciousness repeatedly. Then showed her my hard cock and told her watching her in pain got me excited. The noose was next... she tried to fight it ... but her muscles no longer had the energy to resist. I left her there while I made my dinner.
I ate slowly in front of it. It had been standing all day ... now it had to stand on its toes to get enough air. It had drool all over its tits and stood in a puddle of its own piss. I picked up the prod ...and the vibrator. I asked it which it wanted? Its eyes showed the agony it was experiencing. I wanted to see it cum now before it was unconscious or dead. So, I gave its pussy a short buzz ...followed by a long shock... and repeated over and over again.
Her cries behind the gag were pathetic. It was well after midnight before I was finished with the torture. It was tied to the bed and catheterized. I woke her every few hours with a new pain experience for it. The sewing up of her cunt was the most fun. Slapping its cunt with my cock produced more pain. I ungagged it and fed it some water. There is nothing worse than a dry blow job. The dental dam opened her mouth painfully wide.. i stiffled her cries with my cock untill it accepted it was going to be throat fucked. It was hot to have my hands tightly around its throat as waited longer and longer between the times i pulled out to let her breath.
Then we went ass to mouth for a while. There was no resistance left... everytime it tried to speak she was slapped and whipped. It was hogtied and put in bed... catheter in place...
it was advised this was the first day ....
Thursday, April 2, 2009
2 lives
One might say that living in two distinct realities is not possible. That somewhere the two would cause conflict. The cost to my "regular" existence would be devastating to someone who doesnt enjoy a secret life. I can and have pretended to care to keep up appearances , but that gets boring fast. So, rather than pretend , I let it be known that I am only intrested in my own selfish , self-serving, Sadistic , ..often brutal .., intrests.
The first "relationship" I entered into with the least bit of intrest was with a woman several years my senior. She would take all that I would give and ask for more. She was a real pain slut. She introduced me to lots of people in the BDSM world and I took it all in with great relish! At first, i thought they were just like me, but I soon realized they enjoyed this lifestyle from a very different view than my own. So once again, i hid the True Sadist away untill I could unleash him and set him to work on some submissive slut.
With Suze, I was free to explore just how far I could go. She knew lots of girls and boys that needed to tomented and used. I did a guy once while I watched her masturbate in the corner. It was soo fuckin hot I blew my load in his ass ...and she ate it out while our eyes were locked.
Her husband was such a wimpy little bitch. I once had her strip and blow me while we watched football one afternoon. He never made so much as a sound while she slurped loudly on my cock. I would whip her untill she passed out in thier bed and leave her tied there so he would have to untie her and clean up the mess she would make. It was more fun to humiliate him than fucking her.
When she began making demands , I got bored and left. But not before working a baseball bat up her ass and leaving her handcuffed to the toilet. As i pissed in her face.. i told her what a sleazy fuck she was and I she bored me. I zipped up and left her on the floor ... i think she thought i would come back ...
The first "relationship" I entered into with the least bit of intrest was with a woman several years my senior. She would take all that I would give and ask for more. She was a real pain slut. She introduced me to lots of people in the BDSM world and I took it all in with great relish! At first, i thought they were just like me, but I soon realized they enjoyed this lifestyle from a very different view than my own. So once again, i hid the True Sadist away untill I could unleash him and set him to work on some submissive slut.
With Suze, I was free to explore just how far I could go. She knew lots of girls and boys that needed to tomented and used. I did a guy once while I watched her masturbate in the corner. It was soo fuckin hot I blew my load in his ass ...and she ate it out while our eyes were locked.
Her husband was such a wimpy little bitch. I once had her strip and blow me while we watched football one afternoon. He never made so much as a sound while she slurped loudly on my cock. I would whip her untill she passed out in thier bed and leave her tied there so he would have to untie her and clean up the mess she would make. It was more fun to humiliate him than fucking her.
When she began making demands , I got bored and left. But not before working a baseball bat up her ass and leaving her handcuffed to the toilet. As i pissed in her face.. i told her what a sleazy fuck she was and I she bored me. I zipped up and left her on the floor ... i think she thought i would come back ...
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Bolder and Bolder
To say this experience emboldened me would be accurate. However, I found being an exhibitionist to be just as much fun without as much danger of being caught. The authorities considered such a crime to be of much lesser importance than Rape. This is where I entered fully into living two lives.
In one life, I was a hard working student. Quiet and involved with all the bs that goes with high school. In the other, I was always on the prowl for places and people that made themselves available for my particular fetish. At all times, i was prepared to take it to the next level. I went out with all the equipement needed to make a victim helpless to my whims.
I found middle schools the most "target rich" environments. Schools in these areas are built with lots of land around them. Often wooded with paths carved through them, they provided cover ... and isolation ... for an intimate moment with a suprised victim. In several places, I gained an audience that returned often for an encore.
In my other life, I dated girls and was outwardly "normal". No meant No.. so it was rare that I got laid even though i dated regularly and obeyed the rules. After such frustrating flings with girls that only wished to use a boy to be seen with, it was most gratfying to take it to one or two the way that they deserved to be used.
With the arrival of the Internet, my alternative lifestyle began to flourish. Pictures and vids of girls in bondage ...and enjoying it.. seemed like a far away planet I was determined to find. Find it I did .. and I learned to take full advantage of every opportunity that presented itself. The discipline and patience I developed over the years has paid off numerous times.
Its been said you cant rape the willing ... Im here to say that you can ... Once you have them helpless ... thier flesh is your playground. Even if it takes them a few weeks to heal... most will be back to be used again ..and again. It always amuses me to watch a subbie crawling back ...
So the smile you see on my public face ... is a memory of someone being used in my secret one.
I see you ... only for what you will become ...
In one life, I was a hard working student. Quiet and involved with all the bs that goes with high school. In the other, I was always on the prowl for places and people that made themselves available for my particular fetish. At all times, i was prepared to take it to the next level. I went out with all the equipement needed to make a victim helpless to my whims.
I found middle schools the most "target rich" environments. Schools in these areas are built with lots of land around them. Often wooded with paths carved through them, they provided cover ... and isolation ... for an intimate moment with a suprised victim. In several places, I gained an audience that returned often for an encore.
In my other life, I dated girls and was outwardly "normal". No meant No.. so it was rare that I got laid even though i dated regularly and obeyed the rules. After such frustrating flings with girls that only wished to use a boy to be seen with, it was most gratfying to take it to one or two the way that they deserved to be used.
With the arrival of the Internet, my alternative lifestyle began to flourish. Pictures and vids of girls in bondage ...and enjoying it.. seemed like a far away planet I was determined to find. Find it I did .. and I learned to take full advantage of every opportunity that presented itself. The discipline and patience I developed over the years has paid off numerous times.
Its been said you cant rape the willing ... Im here to say that you can ... Once you have them helpless ... thier flesh is your playground. Even if it takes them a few weeks to heal... most will be back to be used again ..and again. It always amuses me to watch a subbie crawling back ...
So the smile you see on my public face ... is a memory of someone being used in my secret one.
I see you ... only for what you will become ...
Monday, March 30, 2009
Previous Predation
I have been a predator for as long as i can remember. As a teen, I felt akward and ashamed of these fantasies. I dreamed of "getting even" with all those girls that rejected me. My first rape was of a girl from another school in OK. I stalked her ... dreamed of her when i masturbated... and planned. My plans included duct tape , gloves and vaseline. I am a huge fan of crime stories and learned how to plan and not leave evidence.
She was a latch key kid living in a nice neighborhood. Breaking in was easy... waiting for her to come home from school was hard. I went through her things looking for souvenirs ...settled on a pair of her dirty panties. I was just about to lose my nerve when she arrived. I hid and jumped on her as she passed the closet door. I beat her , tied her and carried her to her charming little bedroom with "My Little Pony" stuff on the walls. It was quick and satisfying. I cleaned up and dragged her into the shower telling her I would be back.
I got to read about it in the paper ... I still get a woodie remembering her sweet little pussy.. and her sobs
She was a latch key kid living in a nice neighborhood. Breaking in was easy... waiting for her to come home from school was hard. I went through her things looking for souvenirs ...settled on a pair of her dirty panties. I was just about to lose my nerve when she arrived. I hid and jumped on her as she passed the closet door. I beat her , tied her and carried her to her charming little bedroom with "My Little Pony" stuff on the walls. It was quick and satisfying. I cleaned up and dragged her into the shower telling her I would be back.
I got to read about it in the paper ... I still get a woodie remembering her sweet little pussy.. and her sobs
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Traveling Stories
Having been "On the Road" for a while, I have availed myself of the pleasures of the European BDSM Community. I have subscriptions to all the major bdsm dating sites so i can be entertained while traveling.
I stayed with a couple for a few days that love to be Dominated together. They were eating my asshole within a few hours of "play" ... of course the knife to her throat encouraged him to do what he was told. I have never had my ass toungued so deeply. They were quite happy with thier new Master and I allowed them to think that I cared.
I have been chatting up an 18 y/0 girl in Denmark for quite some time. I visited and we had dinner in a nice resturant. Like all girls her age, she was looking for adventure ..and a Daddy... She will visit next month and will be used horribly and brutally as a Sex Slave. I hinted that she would be badly abused in my dungeon for days on end. Either she has a death wish or no idea what shes in for.
We made love at the hotel with only the most gentle and subtle hints of what she would endure at my hand. If shes decides she wants to visit for a while ... she will make a wonderfull party toy.. after I am completely sure she will obey without hesitation. That is ...if she survives
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Traveling
I have just returned from an overseas trip that I have looked forward to for years. After much research I have discovered the pedos travel agents abroad.
Everyone talks about the brothels in Thailand, Viet Nam, and Malasia, but India provided the best experience I have ever had with preteen girls. For about the price of a dinner at Applebee's , I was provided with 2 hungry little eight year old girls that were gratefull for the opportunity to fuck a foriegner for cash.
I traveled to New Delhi and began to travel south to Madurai on the trains. As soon as I stepped out on the streets, children would suround travellers begging for money. Most work for family members or "pimps" to beg for money, but some had no problems understanding english or the demands of the traveling pedos. Getting a blowjob from a 10 y/o in an alley for a buck was lots of fun. I had no problems finding all that I could enjoy from eager children at every stop.
I arranged a beach house with my new little friends and taught them lots of new tricks. I cant post here but to those who know me, the vids and pics are available. What a country!!
Everyone talks about the brothels in Thailand, Viet Nam, and Malasia, but India provided the best experience I have ever had with preteen girls. For about the price of a dinner at Applebee's , I was provided with 2 hungry little eight year old girls that were gratefull for the opportunity to fuck a foriegner for cash.
I traveled to New Delhi and began to travel south to Madurai on the trains. As soon as I stepped out on the streets, children would suround travellers begging for money. Most work for family members or "pimps" to beg for money, but some had no problems understanding english or the demands of the traveling pedos. Getting a blowjob from a 10 y/o in an alley for a buck was lots of fun. I had no problems finding all that I could enjoy from eager children at every stop.
I arranged a beach house with my new little friends and taught them lots of new tricks. I cant post here but to those who know me, the vids and pics are available. What a country!!
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Waiting
Before she is used ... its time to tease the slut. She knows its coming. She cant imagine what, but I know she will be in subspace and wont care what i do to her.
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