I force all my strength into keeping her hand pinned to the surface and continue to pour the scolding cruelty over the back of her hand for as long as it takes to inflict the weeping, blistering second degree burns. When I stop, there is a moment of silence. The first thing this pretty stranger says is "I trust you." It is what I had played for, but I am almost in disbelief at winning this prize. I put down the kettle. My left hand still clamps her wrist down onto the wet rapidly cooling draining board. My right hand comes up and unties the blindfolding silk scarf. She looks first at me and then kisses me full on the mouth. She looks down at her mutilated hand and sees,

Now he would know how wet she was and that she was really getting off on his cruelty. Well well well he said in a smug tone. He let out a little chuckle. I m not surprised really. You ve always loved being fucked like a slut. Because that s just what you are really, a silly little slut. And you know this is how a slut should be treated. Do yourself a favour and get off your high horse . He reached over and untied her blindfold. I want to see your face now, in this moment of realisation . But she turned her head away from him. This infuriated him and he quickly pulled her up into a sitting position. He stood over her, and grabbing her hair again lifted her face up to look

But she felt a little afraid of him after being on the receiving end of his cruelty yesterday. "Uh, I shouldnt have said that. It came out wrong. Its a beautiful mansion but not to my taste." Michael excused himself shortly after they entered the house. Lila sat on the single couch in the family room. So he didnt like her home? Would that mean he wouldnt be moving in after marriage? Would this be her new home? Lila looked around in interest. It was bare but clean. It looked like there had been some updates. There was crown molding in the dining room and family room. Granite countertops gleamed from the kitchen. It was small but could be cozy with a few small

There was not any particular cruelty or vindictiveness motivating him, as there had been with Jenkins. It was just that I was an object that could fix his childless marriage and at the same time provide him with some momentary physical pleasure. This was a man who was accustomed to regarding other human beings as just means to his ends. Finally he grunted and I felt warm sticky fluid discharging deep within me. When he was finished he stood me up, handcuffed my hands behind me and made me sit in his office for an hour while he worked on his papers and made phone calls. No doubt he wanted to be sure I would not go somewhere and douche his sperm from my vagina. Just before

I need not remind such a distinguished audience that our legal tools of indentured servitude and outright chattel slavery where warranted have done away with the cruelty of locking men and women up in cages for decades, enforcing their idleness on the one hand and forcing taxpayers to support them on the other. When these legal tools are used properly they represent justice at its finest!" "I think we can all be proud of the fact that our institutions of servitude are entirely neutral as between different racial and ethnic groups and neutral as between the genders. Those of us who have watched the slave auctions know that it is just as common for a male to be enslaved as

I sobbed once more, not understanding the pleasure one can gain from dominating a small boy, thinking his cruelty was caused by malice, rather than lust. He did not stop until I was completely exhausted. My body felt horribly sensitive, not just my penis, but my arms and stomach, even my toes. Sobs wracked my small frame and bounced around our small bedroom. I lay there, my arms held out to my sides, my legs locked beneath his body, his mouth merely covering my sore little penis, his tongue taking tentative swipes across the head, causing me to shudder and squeal. When he removed my penis from his mouth, I thought for sure he had damaged it somehow, but all I saw was a

Nowhere was any evidence of cruelty or hurtful behavior to be found. John became a believer. "Thats it, honey. Nice and slow. Take your time Tanita. Just a little bit more for me now, OK?" Johns patience and tenderness paid off as his beautiful eleven year old partner gradually accepted him into her temple. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +--+ alt.sex.stories.moderated -- send stories to: story-submitasstr.org FAQ: http:assm.asstr.orgfaq.html Moderators: story-adminasstr.org +--+ ASSM Archive at http:assm.asstr.org Hosted by http:www.asstr.org

My eyes locked on his expecting to see cruelty in his eyes. What I saw was lust. I lowered my eyes and noticed for the first time that he was naked. Just behind his gun there was a slim hard cock. He moved his gun to the side and casually pointed it at my head as he stepped closer to me and pressed his cock to my lips. I should have been terrified, angry, and at least reluctant. I was all of those things but I was also exited. I had always wanted to suck a cock and had placed myself in a position to do so many times in my life but had always chickened out. I had in fact decided that the only way it would ever happen would be if someone put a gun at my head and a cock in

At this juncture, it became difficult to believe that the Corsairs had invented such an ingenious accessory to supplement the cruelty of the man-leash previously described and which by now we were more familiar than we were pleased to be. For now, we saw that not only a mans wrists, neck, and balls could be so viciously held, but also his anus penetrated, and still his feet were free in order that he may tire himself following orders. Bron pranced over to his coloured tile to take his position, as before, beside us, and the rest of us were filled with surprise at his condition, but more so, we were filled with dismay, for of course we knew that the same thing would be

Shes so used to his cruelty, expecting him to harm her in some way in the most vulnerable of areas on her body, but it never comes. Instead, his touch feels rather tender and affectionate with the undertones of possessiveness. She has to admit to herself silently that it was rather nice, feeling his fingertips lightly touch her soft, delicate flesh. If being nice gets me this, then its going to be a whole lot easier... She thinks to herself, slowly settling in to her seat as she boldly moves a little closer to him. "I think were going to be going home for the evening." He says with boredom in his voice as his hand moves from her neck to her arm, gently pulling her