Stories

Sicilia and the Relentless Fucking Machine

Master Eric X is a frequent visitor of Wasteland.com and I have to say that I’m always impressed by not only his love of causing pain but also of how well he handles two floggers at once. In this BDSM gallery though he does a bit more than show off his flogging techniques as he beats, binds and ultimately tortures his sexy blond slave girl Sicilia. This bondage session is a little more about physical paint than it is about mental abuse. Sicilia is at one point forced to kneel on two cinder blocks to which she is tied down while the Shock Spot fucking machine pounds into her poor abused cunt. I can only imagine how her knees felt as they rubbed against the cement blocks, forced to moved ever so slightly from the pressure of the dildo sliding in and out of her.  Even worse is the fact that the weighted nipple clamps are still attached to her as this is going on and the rhythmic movements causes the weights to sway as well, tugging and pulling on her sore nipples. Truly there is no rest for Sicilia as she goes from having her hands tied to the ceiling, standing on her tip toes with a large dick on a stick shoved into her pussy to having her tight cunt violated by a machine all while her Master takes pleasure in watching her squirm. One thing is for certain, whenever Master Eric is around, you ar e in for one hell of a hardcore BDSM show.

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Dirty Asian Lezdom

I have got to hand it to ForbiddenEast.com, they have some of the hottest Asian BDSM content that I have seen. Although most of the videos aren’t in HD, I still find that they do the trick for me and get me sopping wet down there in no time. The movie gallery that I’m posting the link for is one of my favorites. It’s always been such a fantasy of mine to be tied to or on top of another girl, both of us with no option but to have our faces shoved deep into each others moist nether regions. There’s just something so utterly sexy watching these two girls struggle against one another, their bodies wiggling and grinding into each other. I kind of look at is as being a competition of who can possibly get the most pleasure out of this situation. If you look at it that way, then the girl on top is a sure winner as she manages, god knows how, to prop herself up, pushing her wet cunt even more into the face of her fellow slave. She seems drunk on pleasure as she grinds her hips while face sitting on her poor friend. In my fantasy however, there would be no opportunity for me or my friend to do something like that. Our bodies would be tightly bound together so that we have no choice but to be completely immersed into one another.What I also really enjoyed about this BDSM gallery is the rest of the videos which have one of the slave girls and her Mistress in some one on one Lezdom action. It looks like so much fun to be forced to squirm in a puddle of mud, dirtying oneself so that the whole world can see just how much of a dirty slut you are.  I was really turned on by the facial expression of this petite Asian slave as her Mistress uses her foot to get her off. she seems like she’s just so enraptured in both pain and pleasure. She’s like some primal animal, covered in mud, writhing on the floor, completely unable to maintain any sense of decency or control over her horny pussy. Anyways before I give it all away, I’ll leave you so you can go take a look for yourself!

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A Foot Fetish Party and the Start of a New Year

So like I said I had a really good time these past holidays. Right before Christmas, Master took me to a little foot fetish party where I was to be a foot model. The basic idea was that I would stand on stage modeling my feet for the guests along with six other slaves. If a guest really likes your feet then he or she could reserve you for 10 or 20 minutes to do whatever they like with your feet. Anything involving genitals required extra money. At first I was very nervous about the whole thing. Because although I recognized a few faces as  being friends of Master who have come by the house before, the majority of people there were strangers. This was one of those times where I am super content that I cannot speak unless told to speak. I’ve never been very good at meeting new people, I’m always too shy.

I also kind of felt as though I was being sold by Master and at first it did hurt my feelings a bit and reminded me of Wasteland’s slave auction. Always the hormonal and worrying female slave, I thought he was perhaps bored with me and so he was pawning me off onto other people. It was only once I started to bring him the money that I was making that I saw just how proud he was to have so many people wanting my feet, I suddenly realized that this was almost like a boost to his ego and that sharing me with them, even though it was for money, made him even prouder of the fact that I am his.

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Forniphilia, Wine and Cheese

Master decided to hold a private party for some of his close friends who have worked with him in everydayslaves.com and are in the BDSM community. That being said he wanted the theme of the evening to be a formal BDSM wine and cheese. I was excited from the moment he told me about the party until he also added that I would be in charge of getting the wine and the cheese… I know nothing about these things! And worse yet, this meant that I had to go out…on my own… to buy the supplies for the party. Sure I have done groceries for Master, but usually I have a set list that he has made for me and I always go to the same grocery store. The first thing I had to do was research what kinds of wines go with which kinds of cheeses and foods and then figure out where I could get this stuff. Turns out your regular grocery store doesn’t always have specialized cheeses. At first I was very nervous about having to go out to all these different stores in search of the party supplies. Firstly because of the huge black leather collar that I wear and secondly because none of the clothes Master has given me seem appropriate to do too much running around in.  I felt like everyone knew what I was when they saw me… just a slave doing errands for her Master. And although when I do the groceries this is something that I am proud of, it is intimidating to go out to new places and feel as though every eye is on you, judging you. The more I went out though, the more I realized that people are pretty naive and even though they eye my collar suspiciously, it doesn’t mean that they know why I wear it. They might just think I’m partly a goth for all I know! Once I got over my paranoia, searching little cheese shops and specialty stores became kind of like a game, it was like I was on some little fun quest trying ot find all the things on my list.

Finally the night of the party arrived, our puppy girl and I had cleaned the whole house inside and out.  I had her wash the floors mostly since she’s still not allowed to walk on two legs. After some rigorous work  Master house looked fabulous, transformed into a sultry living space with black and gold decorations. That afternoon Master came home early with a surprise for both me and the pup. He had custom outfits made for us. The puppy girl was given a gold colored choke chain, with a dog tag that read her name and address in case she ever gets lost. She was also fitted with a delicate black leather harness that had gold studs decorating it. The harness wrapped around her whole torso and its pieces hook on together right near her pelvic bone so that some of the straps wind through her legs. Master also took out a black tail from his bag of surprises and attached it to her harness right over her tail bone. He also got a tray that attaches to the back of her harness so that if she is on her hands and knees, the tray can hold dishes of cups on it.

As for myself, Master bought me new thigh high boots with eight inch heels on them. They are black leather and lace up in the front…no zipper..which is kind of daunting, once those boots are on there is no way of getting out of them fast. I was also a black silk corset that left my breasts exposed and a little black petticoat that has gold sparkles in it. Along with this, Master handed me a tray that attaches to my hips and has straps that come up, with a bit for me to bite into. In this contraption, I have to keep my head up high and hold the bit in my teeth or else the tray flops down away from me and when things are on it everything would fall.

Master told us what he has planned for the evening and I learn that I will be carrying the wine glasses around to people on my tray. while our little puppy girl was to have the cheeses on her tray.  Master had his friend give us his slave for the night and she was the one who was in charge of filling  and restocking our trays before sending us out of the kitchen.  The night approached quickly and Master came to make sure that both I and our pup were ready. As a final surprise, Master took out something that looked like a leather mitt that laces up. He put my hands behind my back, both into the mitt and laces it up tight so that I was now forced to stand erect, head held up high, with my hands stuck behind me and a heavy tray in front of me. Then he placed what looked like a party mask on my face, decorated in peacock and black feathers. He then took out a long gold chain from his pocket and attached from the mitt to our puppy girl’s collar so that we were forced to walk one after another.

The guests came and left in what seems like a blur. Everything went well without a hitch and I was so proud to walk around serving people wine, getting to ease drop in on their conversations and murmured appreciations of how good the wine was or how pretty the pup and I were. Carrying the wine on my little tray was no easy feat though and if it weren’t for the little breaks that I got to take in the kitchen, I don’t know how long I would have lasted holding the tray up with my mouth. But it was well worth it, to make Master proud in front of his friends! Once all the wine was served, Master had the tray taken away from me and had me kneel on my hands and knees and act as a living coffee table. Our puppygirl as well, was placed next to a couch and forced to become a side table.  If I thought carrying the tray was hard, I had no idea how hard it would be to have full wine glasses places on my back. I could barely breathe for fear of one of the glasses toppling over! As the night wound down and people started to leave, the kitchen slave was allowed out to start cleaning up the mess. It was not until the last guests had left that the pup and I were allowed to move from our positions. The kitchen slave came and brought the pup to her kennel and I was allowed to crawl upstairs to Master’s room where I curled up on my blanket at the foot of his bed and promptly fell asleep.  Over all it was an exceptional night!

Failing to Please

Let’s say you are serving your Mistress, she forces you down and sits on your face, making you worship her to her very inner depths. She then gets off of your face to switch positions and as she lies down on the couch you are forced to your knees. “Get down” she commands and pushes your head back in between her legs. For some reason or another you are distracted. You cannot seem to read the signs that her body usually gives you to know whether you should lick her slowly or plunge yourself into her. Her dissatisfaction is obvious and makes you even more distracted. Finally she tells you how useless you are. Yes, you are useless, you have failed to please the one who you have devoted yourself to. If you can’t please her then what else are you good for? Angry and frustrated she wants you to use the dildo. Maybe you can at least give her some pleasure with that. But you are still awkward, clumsy and eventually she gives in to her rage. She doesn’t even want to see your face anymore and puts a full nylon mask over your head. She gets out some tape and in a cruel yet brilliant idea, tapes the rubbery cock to where your mouth should be. “Now Please Me” she sternly states and you realize that this is your one chance, if you can’t do it now than the punishment will go from humiliation to extreme pain. Blinded, forced into a horribly uncomfortable position you give it your all.

Most of us who are subservient in the BDSM world have been in a situation quite like this. where try as we might, we simply cannot seem to do anything properly. This poor slave had it even worse as the camera crew of Everydayslaves stood around watching this all take place. Perhaps he was awkward due to the people surrounding him and the high expectations his Mistress obviously had for him since they were on camera. Either way, whatever the reason, he failed. Failed to please his Mistress and do his duty as a slave. There’s a desperation one feels as they realize that they are in deep shit. It’s not only the fact that you know that you’ll suffer dearly for failing but it’s also the idea that you thoroughly disappointed your Master or Mistress and, in doing so, disappointed yourself. All you want to do is hide your head in the sand but that is impossible. It was impossible for him to escape the cameras and the people standing around him with their eyes focused only on him and his Mistress. I for one, feel his pain, and I’m sure many of you do to.

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Living Breathing Dolls

Something that has become bigger and bigger in the fetish scene is people acting as living dolls. It must be every guy’s dream to have a living, breathing fuck doll that he can manipulate and use every which way he wants! Wasteland recently got to document Johnny using and abusing his slave Debby as she attempted to be a good and silent doll. Unfortunately for Debby, being a doll is harder than she thought and so she gets punished for failing to play the game properly!

Acting as a doll might sound like an easy concept but fuck toys have a harder life than I do, or any slave for that matter. The rules involved in this kind of play are much stricter than those that apply to slaves, imagine not being able to make a sound, to have to limit the amount of times you blink, to have to make it seem as though you are not really breathing and to keep your face in one facial expression only! I find it hard enough when Master makes me stay in a demanding position for long periods of time let alone to have to do this day in and day out. As a slave, my Master acknowledges the fact that I have emotions and takes pride in himself when he makes me cry, yelp or scream with pain or pleasure. As a living doll though, you serve no other purpose than to act as an inanimate object for your owner and are truly stripped away of not just your identity but of your humanity.

I think that being a living doll is the ultimate test of mind over matter and would love to try to act as one for my own Master. Just think about the zen like state that could be achieved as you force yourself to be nothing more than an object, to have no thoughts but those of maintaining your position and keeping yourself silent. I have attained unbelievable sub zero space through the actions of my Master during certain strenuous torture sessions and cannot cannot even imagine what this added element would let me experience during an equally gruesome and hard session!

So much BDSM content!

A bit of an older video from Everydayslaves.com – but a good one none the less! Mistress Eris takes advantage of her lifestyle slave Pat, whom if I may say so myself looks downright humiliated to be dressed as he is. But – as we all know, humiliation is a wonderful tool for breaking someone down and rebuilding them as the perfect slave!

The age of this video actually made me do a double take, and I went into the members area of Everydayslaves.com, my master’s website – and low and behold…I saw nearly 100 (yes one hundred) full length movies. How unreal is that?! And most of the recent ones are in true high definition. It seems like just yesterday Master set out with his new camera to document a like-minded lifestyle couple.

Amazing how time flies, and it’s even more astonishing to think just how much Master has done in the last year and a half or so. How many couples, how much torture, submission, and domination he has witnessed, and then digitized so that you could see it. It’s quite amazing really! Well…make sure you check out the members area, as it only costs about the same as a pizza – and it’s cheaper than a date, in these tough economic times!

BDSM Stories – Schoolgirl’s Discipline Chapter 2

by Matt Benson
Published 1988 by Greenleaf Classics, Inc.

Chapter 2

Suzie and Cindy were assigned to a room together in the last of the four
dorm buildings, which were constructed in the Victorian style and
covered with vines. The dorms were set back from a dirt road along a
horseshoe curve at the very back of the campus.

Lunch had finished a half an hour before, and Cindy and Suzie were in
their room on the afternoon break. The morning had sped by. Their first
stop — not counting the cock-riding crop assault on Suzie along the
side of the road — had been the administration building. James had led
the girls to the storeroom in the basement, where all their clothes had
been confiscated. They’d been issued Steinway uniforms, which consisted
of short white dresses which barely covered the girl’s cunts.

After what had happened to Suzie, neither she nor Cindy had said a word
in protest about the uniforms, or the fact that they’d been made to
strip naked and change into the dresses in front of both James and Mr.
Keats, a fat, leering little man who’d made nasty comments while
watching the girls strip.

Mrs. Grotten had laid out the first day rules for them. None of the
other students would speak to them, and Cindy and Suzie weren’t allowed
to talk. Only if a member of the staff addressed them were they allowed
to say anything.

With their asses showing in the short dresses, the girls were then led
to the dining area for breakfast, which in their case, as newcomers, had
consisted of one piece of bread and a glass of milk.

While they were there, the girls had noticed most of the other students
watching them, laughing and pointing. Cindy had been dying to talk to
Suzie, but every time she’d been tempted to try a few whispered words,
Cindy had caught sight of one of the counselors staring at them, as
though just waiting for the girls to break their silence.
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