Raw Anal Lust

[gypziedoll]

I definitely concur!! Jolly good, and Well done!
.o0( Dare I wonder if He knows of this game ma soeur? Or should I presume that He does? )

I am sure he does Petite'

 

[missdesiree]

WOW! BRAVO! What a gift you have. I almost came in the chair! MMMMMM. What a beautiful picture you painted. Anal slut in training, present and willing- I have just volunteered for this army!
Forbidding, animalistic , the tango of giving forcefully and penitently receiving - pain that crescendos into pleasure that sends you reeling into the tempst of trust- that is my religion- the essence of my being.

Thank you for your ability to master with written words, feelings and thoughts that are so very involved and fall short when spoken.

missdesiree

 

[FurryFury]

Hoo wee! That was some hawt reading! I waited until I had a little time all to myself.

*wink*





As always, I love the way you write and think!

 

[Miki647]

Wow! That was absolutely HOT. I get lost in your writing every time. Each installment is better than the last, and thats saying a lot!

 

[Blushing Bottom]

As always too hot...can I have some more Sir?

 

[youngdirtyfun]

i concur completely

 

[bbkradwell]

Wow!

I go away for a while and come back and all kindsa things have been going on in my absencegypzie, dearest, how've you been? I really miss you and our late-night talks on the phone...
Wow!
I'm soo glad you're still here. And with this thread, too!
I think I met you on this thread, all those months, no, YEARS ago!
And to think, you've become one of my closest confidantes! That is just soooo cool!
I love you, dear girl!

 

[rida]

I've been seeing this thread since I joined Lit ... it drawn me and yet I kept myself from reading it. Being an anal virgin at the time rolleyes it kind of enticed and scared me.

Having had that cherry popped eek ... all the way to no lube pounding ... I've finally opened the thread ... and have been unable to stop reading. I'm now at page 13th and cannot wait to read more

Yes ... I confess ... I love it

As many have said before: DVS, your writing is excellent and your ideas are just ... to die for ... and than cum back for more

(hoping that the day will pass fast so that I can go back to reading ...)

 

[DVS]

I've been seeing this thread since I joined Lit ... it drawn me and yet I kept myself from reading it. Being an anal virgin at the time rolleyes it kind of enticed and scared me.

Having had that cherry popped eek ... all the way to no lube pounding ... I've finally opened the thread ... and have been unable to stop reading. I'm now at page 13th and cannot wait to read more

Yes ... I confess ... I love it

As many have said before: DVS, your writing is excellent and your ideas are just ... to die for ... and than cum back for more

(hoping that the day will pass fast so that I can go back to reading ...)

Well, it's too bad that my thread didn't sufficiently entice you to read it, earlier. LOL. You might have joined our party sooner. But, it's most likely that you teased yourself about it, subconsciously. So, when the experience of raw anal sex came your way, your sexual desire was at it's strongest. Maybe that was how you were suppose to find out about anal sex, and that made it perfect for you.

Sometimes the anticipation builds up until the lust to make it happen just won't be denied. That itch gets stronger and stronger, forcing your body to twitch, almost taking control of your mind. I think that's the best way to find out about anal sex. Just when that itch is most intense, you get somebody to scratch it for you. I'm glad the experience was powerful.

And, I'm glad that you've enjoyed reading the story, too. And what you say, and what others have said about this story make me smile. I write for the enjoyment of the reader. Of course, I try to make it sexy (and raw), but I also try to give the characters enough depth that they become real.

Porn isn't that difficult to write. You just visualize what you enjoy and write it down. Taking it to another level so the reader can visualize what's happening...and maybe even imagine themselves as one of the characters...that's erotica.

I love adding the incidental shivers and twitches, the moans and gasps, the jerking, whimpering bodies, thrashing in their bonds as they experience what's forced upon them. And, it seems readers enjoy it.

I was thinking about this thread, the other day. I've been slowly adding installments to my story section. There are about 40 installments (chapters) to this story, and I've only posted 19. The people who know about this thread read the story long before it gets to the readers who only know about the story section.

I should get to the next installment. I enjoy making my readers wait...anticipate what's going to happen next, but they shouldn't have to wait for too long. LOL, I picture most of my readers as women, sitting naked in front of their computer, one hand on the keyboard, and the other between their legs.

I'd love to be a fly on the wall, listening to all of the whimpers, the moans, the heavy breathing, and the cries of pleasure drowning out the hum of a vibrator. I love to visualize what's going through the minds of these women. There's nothing I enjoy more than a woman in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Thank you, ladies. You all inspire me to continue.

 

[00Syd]

<snip>

I should get to the next installment. I enjoy making my readers wait...anticipate what's going to happen next, but they shouldn't have to wait for too long. LOL, I picture most of my readers as women, sitting naked in front of their computer, one hand on the keyboard, and the other between their legs.

<snip>

Thats honestly not far off the mark.


And yes, please continue! When I saw that you had posted on this thread I got excited because I thought it was another installment. You tease!

 

[rida]

Well, it's too bad that my thread didn't sufficiently entice you to read it, earlier. LOL. You might have joined our party sooner.
But, it's most likely that you teased yourself about it, subconsciously. So, when the experience of raw anal sex came your way, your sexual desire was at it's strongest. Maybe that was how you were suppose to find out about anal sex, and that made it perfect for you.

Sometimes the anticipation builds up until the lust to make it happen just won't be denied. That itch gets stronger and stronger, forcing your body to twitch, almost taking control of your mind. I think that's the best way to find out about anal sex. Just when that itch is most intense, you get somebody to scratch it for you. I'm glad the experience was powerful.

Trust me, this thread as been on my mind for a long time. And reading it now, knowing how it feels it adds a total different layer to the twitching and twisting while reading it ...

As for the raw experience, well, I didn't go straight to it. I managed to get one or two practicing session with lube and full control, knowing full well thou that it was just a matter of time, before the control was going to be taken away from me... And somewhat, knowing that the pain would be greater when the time would come, amplified the pain even of the gentle sessions.

What cought me most by surprise is how pleasurable it felt as soon as the initial pain subdued. And how powerfully it puts me in a total submissive mind set ...

.....
LOL, I picture most of my readers as women, sitting naked in front of their computer, one hand on the keyboard, and the other between their legs.

I'd love to be a fly on the wall, listening to all of the whimpers, the moans, the heavy breathing, and the cries of pleasure drowning out the hum of a vibrator. I love to visualize what's going through the minds of these women. There's nothing I enjoy more than a woman in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Thank you, ladies. You all inspire me to continue.

LOL ... I've been reading a good portion while riding around the subway system ... good thing that most of the people around me are much slower than me at reading English

(thanks for giving us previews in this thread! )

 

[SubKekiLee]

Rida..
I know how you feel.. but as recent as February Ive become addicted to anal sex as well.. I know Sir loves that... So I feel ya.. and talk about feeling very very submissive... YES I agree and To DVS his writings are so ADDICTIVE!!! I love to read his installments

 

[CTGalPal]

I've been away for awhile...but loved the latest installment...and still a virgin to all of this.

Loved, love the stories...keep them cumming.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Thats honestly not far off the mark.


And yes, please continue! When I saw that you had posted on this thread I got excited because I thought it was another installment. You tease!

~ He's very good at that (teasing us) mind you. He always leaves us (dripping) on our chair seats... and forever wanting more. But... in the long run... His installments are soooo worth the wait!

 

[DVS]

This installment is a continuation from post #2521.​

OK, here's the latest installment. It was delayed one day. I couldn't get on this site because of some data base error. Anyway, here it is...

She started thrusting her pelvis up to meet my swatting hand. I thought that was an interesting and rather advanced attempt to control what was happening. Was she learning from my techniques to achieve her satisfaction, or was she finally looking for anything, even pain, to make herself cum?

She hadn’t been that much of a pain slut the whole evening. Sure, she had taken a lot of pain, but most of the time, she had been given no choice. So, to see her thrusting her pussy up to meet my slapping hand was something new for her. She had never invited pain before.

I gave her what she seemed to be asking for. I slapped her pussy with the flat of my hand, and slapped it hard. She didn’t back down, so neither did I. The sound reverberating in the room, and the whimpering of the slut that came after it, sounded like someone was being spanked. I had my hand cupped to fit the shape of her pussy so all parts of my palm landed at the same time.

She stretched against the ropes and arched her body up in the air as much as she could, like she was begging for my slapping hand. I’m not that much of a sadist that I enjoy inflicting pain without reason. But, if she wanted it, that was a good enough reason to give it.

And, I was getting into it...almost as much as she was. She whimpered louder and louder, nearly crying out, as my hand came down on her sensitive pussy lips. I even noticed that my palm was getting warm, almost sore from the repeated swats.

Her legs were held open by the ropes, but she tried to close them, every time my hand came down on her pussy. I guess the desire was there, but once she felt the sting, the pain was intense, too. It was an interesting addition to her methods. She was accepting the pain, almost like a good little pain slut should.

Then I realized that she might be using the situation...my hand and the pain to gain her objective. She wanted to cum. It had been quite a while of ups and downs, and she was to the point that most anything I gave her was going to excite her.

I noticed that my palm was getting wetter, as I continued slapping. I hadn’t worried about it though, because the wetness enhanced the sound it made on impact with her pussy. I enjoyed the loud slap and the reaction I got from her. All of what I enjoyed doing could also be just what she needed to take her over that threshold. My hand slapping her tender pussy was possibly exciting her too much.

I looked down at her face. She had the look of a determined woman...a woman with a goal in mind and it didn’t look like that goal was far off. Her eyes were fixed on what was happening between her legs. That bitch was doing her best to cum, and I was helping her. Sly that she was, I hoped I had realized her intentions in time.

I pulled my hand away, as if something had bit it. She kept her body up in the air for a bit longer, before realizing my hand was no longer there. Then, with a groan, she dropped back down to the ottoman.

I looked down at her. She had a pout on her face, and her eyes were glaring at me. She was breathing as if she’d run a marathon. I looked down at her crotch and it was obvious my slapping had been painful. The whole area between her legs was all red and puffy, not to mention the slight glistening that was oozing from her pussy. God, I had almost helped her cum. She had almost won.

“OK, slut...what level are you at?”

I was shocked to find out that she was at the threshold of level nine. By rules, she’s suppose to tell me she’s at level nine, but she said she wasn’t quite there, yet. Still, if I had continued much longer, she could have gone past the point of no return and won the game. I was losing my touch...or maybe I was just using it too much.

“So, you almost had me, huh slut? ...Think you’re smart, I’ll bet, too. Well, I’m on to you, now. This is my game, and you’re not going to take it from me.” I leaned down in mock sincerity...for the sake of my ego, of course, “Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

I think I caught her with a little smirk on her lips, but she knew better than to gloat. Still, even though it was shocking how close she had come, it was also kind of funny that I was just going along with her, like I was still in charge. Yes, you read that correctly. But, it wasn’t going to happen again. I understood much better, after that. Of course, she wanted to win as much as I did.

“Well, slut, it seems it’s time for a new direction. I guess I’ve been a little naive in my ways with you. Well, no more. I think it’s time for the big guns.” I leaned down to her ear, so I could whisper to her, “Yes, that means I bringing back your buddy, Rita.”

Well, I shouldn’t have to tell you, saying that got a reaction from her. I noticed actual fright in her eyes, but I think I also noticed a little lust, too. Maybe she was so close to cumming that she would enjoy experiencing a little of Rita’s fun? God, if only Rita knew...and dare I tell her?

After all, my slapping of her pussy had been rather painful. The resulting redness was proof of that. Maybe pain was what she needed. It’s possible that she didn’t really enjoy pain, but it is sometimes necessary with some submissives, so they can achieve a certain sexual level.

I thought the best thing to do was tell the slut what I’d seen in her eyes. And even if I had been wrong in what I saw, just the notion that I thought she might enjoy some of Rita’s pain would give her something else to think about...something other than cumming, that is.

I whispered into her ear, “Did I see a bit of lusty anticipation in your eyes, when I mentioned Rita’s name? I think I did, you naughty girl. Maybe I should tell Rita how you feel? Or better yet, maybe I should have you tell her?”

The fright in her eyes was still there, but the lusty anticipation had vanished. At least she wasn’t going to allow me to know, if it did exist.

The slut whispered into my ear, “Oh, please, Sir, not Rita! She only enjoys being a demanding bitch. And, she so enjoys using pain to get her way.”

“I raised up and in full voice I said, “Well slut, if you don’t do exactly as I demand, that might be just what happens. We both understand each other now, I hope.”

Her eyes got very large, when I spoke. I think she thought I was going to tell Rita her secret. But, she knew I had that for ammunition later, if I needed it. She was relieved that I hadn’t said anything about it. She took a big breath and smiled ever so slightly as she answered me. “Yes, Sir. We do understand each other.”

I looked over at the two girls. Lucy hadn’t moved too far away. She was relaxing on the floor, a few feet away. Rita was sitting on the desk. “Ladies...I require your assistance.”

You don’t have to ask them twice. They both hopped up and were ready to play in no time at all. I looked down at the slut and laughed. “See how eager they are to please you, sweetie?” I would be dead now, if her look could shoot anything more powerful than it did.

The slut was so close to cumming, I needed help in controlling her. Yes, I said it...I needed help. Lucy had done a fine job assisting me, earlier, but because of the relationship Rita had with the slut, I could use that to create mental images in the slut’s mind. Because the mind is the largest sex organ, you can create very effective mental images that work quite well in controlling a submissive.

But, it seemed the right thing to do. Although I could inflict pain, just one kind of stimulus at any given time didn’t seem like it was enough. She was using my palm slapping her pussy as a way to climax. I just happened to catch it in time. Earlier in the evening, that would have inflicted enough pain to take her mind off of anything else.

So, the assistance of Lucy and Rita had become necessary. I wasn’t going to lose the game. I shouldn’t, either. I had all of the toys. If the slut won, it just wouldn’t be right. But, keeping her under control was becoming a challenge. But, that challenge was also lots of fun.

I had to think of something for both girls to do. Lucy had been so good with the crop before, I decided she should continue with that. Of course, Lucy was more than happy with that. But, Rita was such a live wire, I had to watch what I had her do. I could use that part of her personality to my advantage, as long as I could control her, if she got out of hand.

I had to decide what the slut would find most intimidating. What was the one thing that Rita enjoyed the most, and the slut hated just as much? Of course! How could I forget? The zapper was the perfect weapon for Rita. But, could I control her enough to keep her from cooking the slut’s asshole? Maybe...and maybe not. That was a mental image the slut would have to deal with...smoke coming from her punished asshole.

I caught Rita’s attention and smiled at her. She smiled back, but it was obvious she didn’t know why I was smiling. And, in my mind, I was rethinking my decision about the zapper. Could I control her? Although this would be the perfect intimidation for the slut, I didn’t want to spend all of my time policing Rita. I decided the best way would be to watch her reaction, when I gave her the news. That would tell me a lot.
“Say, Rita...how would you like to be in charge of the zapper?”

“What?”

“How would you like to be in charge of punishing the slut’s asshole?”

Well, to say Rita smiled would be an understatement. However, I do think there must have been some people somewhere that thought the sun was going super nova. Her face was nothing but teeth. It was quite obvious that I had offered her the best present someone could offer.

And, at the same time, the slut’s reaction was equally as interesting. She had listened as I offered Lucy the crop and reacted with little emotion. But, when I offered Rita the zapper, she raised up so she could not only hear, but see what was going on.

The slut didn’t like the idea that Rita was going to be allowed to inflict pain on her body, but when she heard me mention the zapper, it was as if it was already stuffed into her tight ass and Rita had pressed the red button. I think she was struggling to see Rita’s facial expressions. And she was getting an eye full.

Rita’s face was still glowing, as she searched for, and found the zapper. The remote was the next thing she needed to find. While she was looking for it, she glanced in the slut’s direction and their eyes met. Rita stood still, and while they looked into each other’s eyes, silence filled the room.

Rita’s smile didn’t change, but the slut’s expression did. In fact, her whole body language changed. She sank back onto the ottoman, and lowered her eyes, in a submissive posture. But, when Rita resumed looking for the remote, I saw the slut following her with her eyes. It was a little like a sheep keeping an eye on the fox. The mental images that must have been going through her mind...I loved it!

The next installment in this continuing story is on post #2569.​

 

[Blushing Bottom]

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Is all I have to say.

This installment is a continuation from post #2521.​

OK, here's the latest installment. It was delayed one day. I couldn't get on this site because of some data base error. Anyway, here it is...

She started thrusting her pelvis up to meet my swatting hand. I thought that was an interesting and rather advanced attempt to control what was happening. Was she learning from my techniques to achieve her satisfaction, or was she finally looking for anything, even pain, to make herself cum?

She hadn’t been that much of a pain slut the whole evening. Sure, she had taken a lot of pain, but most of the time, she had been given no choice. So, to see her thrusting her pussy up to meet my slapping hand was something new for her. She had never invited pain before.

I gave her what she seemed to be asking for. I slapped her pussy with the flat of my hand, and slapped it hard. She didn’t back down, so neither did I. The sound reverberating in the room, and the whimpering of the slut that came after it, sounded like someone was being spanked. I had my hand cupped to fit the shape of her pussy so all parts of my palm landed at the same time.

She stretched against the ropes and arched her body up in the air as much as she could, like she was begging for my slapping hand. I’m not that much of a sadist that I enjoy inflicting pain without reason. But, if she wanted it, that was a good enough reason to give it.

And, I was getting into it...almost as much as she was. She whimpered louder and louder, nearly crying out, as my hand came down on her sensitive pussy lips. I even noticed that my palm was getting warm, almost sore from the repeated swats.

Her legs were held open by the ropes, but she tried to close them, every time my hand came down on her pussy. I guess the desire was there, but once she felt the sting, the pain was intense, too. It was an interesting addition to her methods. She was accepting the pain, almost like a good little pain slut should.

Then I realized that she might be using the situation...my hand and the pain to gain her objective. She wanted to cum. It had been quite a while of ups and downs, and she was to the point that most anything I gave her was going to excite her.

I noticed that my palm was getting wetter, as I continued slapping. I hadn’t worried about it though, because the wetness enhanced the sound it made on impact with her pussy. I enjoyed the loud slap and the reaction I got from her. All of what I enjoyed doing could also be just what she needed to take her over that threshold. My hand slapping her tender pussy was possibly exciting her too much.

I looked down at her face. She had the look of a determined woman...a woman with a goal in mind and it didn’t look like that goal was far off. Her eyes were fixed on what was happening between her legs. That bitch was doing her best to cum, and I was helping her. Sly that she was, I hoped I had realized her intentions in time.

I pulled my hand away, as if something had bit it. She kept her body up in the air for a bit longer, before realizing my hand was no longer there. Then, with a groan, she dropped back down to the ottoman.

I looked down at her. She had a pout on her face, and her eyes were glaring at me. She was breathing as if she’d run a marathon. I looked down at her crotch and it was obvious my slapping had been painful. The whole area between her legs was all red and puffy, not to mention the slight glistening that was oozing from her pussy. God, I had almost helped her cum. She had almost won.

“OK, slut...what level are you at?”

I was shocked to find out that she was at the threshold of level nine. By rules, she’s suppose to tell me she’s at level nine, but she said she wasn’t quite there, yet. Still, if I had continued much longer, she could have gone past the point of no return and won the game. I was losing my touch...or maybe I was just using it too much.

“So, you almost had me, huh slut? ...Think you’re smart, I’ll bet, too. Well, I’m on to you, now. This is my game, and you’re not going to take it from me.” I leaned down in mock sincerity...for the sake of my ego, of course, “Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

I think I caught her with a little smirk on her lips, but she knew better than to gloat. Still, even though it was shocking how close she had come, it was also kind of funny that I was just going along with her, like I was still in charge. Yes, you read that correctly. But, it wasn’t going to happen again. I understood much better, after that. Of course, she wanted to win as much as I did.

“Well, slut, it seems it’s time for a new direction. I guess I’ve been a little naive in my ways with you. Well, no more. I think it’s time for the big guns.” I leaned down to her ear, so I could whisper to her, “Yes, that means I bringing back your buddy, Rita.”

Well, I shouldn’t have to tell you, saying that got a reaction from her. I noticed actual fright in her eyes, but I think I also noticed a little lust, too. Maybe she was so close to cumming that she would enjoy experiencing a little of Rita’s fun? God, if only Rita knew...and dare I tell her?

After all, my slapping of her pussy had been rather painful. The resulting redness was proof of that. Maybe pain was what she needed. It’s possible that she didn’t really enjoy pain, but it is sometimes necessary with some submissives, so they can achieve a certain sexual level.

I thought the best thing to do was tell the slut what I’d seen in her eyes. And even if I had been wrong in what I saw, just the notion that I thought she might enjoy some of Rita’s pain would give her something else to think about...something other than cumming, that is.

I whispered into her ear, “Did I see a bit of lusty anticipation in your eyes, when I mentioned Rita’s name? I think I did, you naughty girl. Maybe I should tell Rita how you feel? Or better yet, maybe I should have you tell her?”

The fright in her eyes was still there, but the lusty anticipation had vanished. At least she wasn’t going to allow me to know, if it did exist.

The slut whispered into my ear, “Oh, please, Sir, not Rita! She only enjoys being a demanding bitch. And, she so enjoys using pain to get her way.”

“I raised up and in full voice I said, “Well slut, if you don’t do exactly as I demand, that might be just what happens. We both understand each other now, I hope.”

Her eyes got very large, when I spoke. I think she thought I was going to tell Rita her secret. But, she knew I had that for ammunition later, if I needed it. She was relieved that I hadn’t said anything about it. She took a big breath and smiled ever so slightly as she answered me. “Yes, Sir. We do understand each other.”

I looked over at the two girls. Lucy hadn’t moved too far away. She was relaxing on the floor, a few feet away. Rita was sitting on the desk. “Ladies...I require your assistance.”

You don’t have to ask them twice. They both hopped up and were ready to play in no time at all. I looked down at the slut and laughed. “See how eager they are to please you, sweetie?” I would be dead now, if her look could shoot anything more powerful than it did.

The slut was so close to cumming, I needed help in controlling her. Yes, I said it...I needed help. Lucy had done a fine job assisting me, earlier, but because of the relationship Rita had with the slut, I could use that to create mental images in the slut’s mind. Because the mind is the largest sex organ, you can create very effective mental images that work quite well in controlling a submissive.

But, it seemed the right thing to do. Although I could inflict pain, just one kind of stimulus at any given time didn’t seem like it was enough. She was using my palm slapping her pussy as a way to climax. I just happened to catch it in time. Earlier in the evening, that would have inflicted enough pain to take her mind off of anything else.

So, the assistance of Lucy and Rita had become necessary. I wasn’t going to lose the game. I shouldn’t, either. I had all of the toys. If the slut won, it just wouldn’t be right. But, keeping her under control was becoming a challenge. But, that challenge was also lots of fun.

I had to think of something for both girls to do. Lucy had been so good with the crop before, I decided she should continue with that. Of course, Lucy was more than happy with that. But, Rita was such a live wire, I had to watch what I had her do. I could use that part of her personality to my advantage, as long as I could control her, if she got out of hand.

I had to decide what the slut would find most intimidating. What was the one thing that Rita enjoyed the most, and the slut hated just as much? Of course! How could I forget? The zapper was the perfect weapon for Rita. But, could I control her enough to keep her from cooking the slut’s asshole? Maybe...and maybe not. That was a mental image the slut would have to deal with...smoke coming from her punished asshole.

I caught Rita’s attention and smiled at her. She smiled back, but it was obvious she didn’t know why I was smiling. And, in my mind, I was rethinking my decision about the zapper. Could I control her? Although this would be the perfect intimidation for the slut, I didn’t want to spend all of my time policing Rita. I decided the best way would be to watch her reaction, when I gave her the news. That would tell me a lot.
“Say, Rita...how would you like to be in charge of the zapper?”

“What?”

“How would you like to be in charge of punishing the slut’s asshole?”

Well, to say Rita smiled would be an understatement. However, I do think there must have been some people somewhere that thought the sun was going super nova. Her face was nothing but teeth. It was quite obvious that I had offered her the best present someone could offer.

And, at the same time, the slut’s reaction was equally as interesting. She had listened as I offered Lucy the crop and reacted with little emotion. But, when I offered Rita the zapper, she raised up so she could not only hear, but see what was going on.

The slut didn’t like the idea that Rita was going to be allowed to inflict pain on her body, but when she heard me mention the zapper, it was as if it was already stuffed into her tight ass and Rita had pressed the red button. I think she was struggling to see Rita’s facial expressions. And she was getting an eye full.

Rita’s face was still glowing, as she searched for, and found the zapper. The remote was the next thing she needed to find. While she was looking for it, she glanced in the slut’s direction and their eyes met. Rita stood still, and while they looked into each other’s eyes, silence filled the room.

Rita’s smile didn’t change, but the slut’s expression did. In fact, her whole body language changed. She sank back onto the ottoman, and lowered her eyes, in a submissive posture. But, when Rita resumed looking for the remote, I saw the slut following her with her eyes. It was a little like a sheep keeping an eye on the fox. The mental images that must have been going through her mind...I loved it!

This is the most recent installment of the story...so far.​

 

[FurryFury]

Now that I've read that delicious installment I'm hoping that I'll get some private time or even time with my husband tonight. Damn you!

Me so horny.

Um, good stuff DVS, as always. Diabolical, frustrating stuff too.

 

[rida]

mmmmmmmmm

As if I was not all hot & bothered already ...

I tremble with sympathy and anticipation imagining how powerful her orgasm will be once she is allowed to cum ... *shivers & fan self*

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

This installment is a continuation from post #2521.​

OK, here's the latest installment. It was delayed one day. I couldn't get on this site because of some data base error. Anyway, here it is...

She started thrusting her pelvis up to meet my swatting hand. I thought that was an interesting and rather advanced attempt to control what was happening. Was she learning from my techniques to achieve her satisfaction, or was she finally looking for anything, even pain, to make herself cum?

She hadn’t been that much of a pain slut the whole evening. Sure, she had taken a lot of pain, but most of the time, she had been given no choice. So, to see her thrusting her pussy up to meet my slapping hand was something new for her. She had never invited pain before.

I gave her what she seemed to be asking for. I slapped her pussy with the flat of my hand, and slapped it hard. She didn’t back down, so neither did I. The sound reverberating in the room, and the whimpering of the slut that came after it, sounded like someone was being spanked. I had my hand cupped to fit the shape of her pussy so all parts of my palm landed at the same time.

She stretched against the ropes and arched her body up in the air as much as she could, like she was begging for my slapping hand. I’m not that much of a sadist that I enjoy inflicting pain without reason. But, if she wanted it, that was a good enough reason to give it.

And, I was getting into it...almost as much as she was. She whimpered louder and louder, nearly crying out, as my hand came down on her sensitive pussy lips. I even noticed that my palm was getting warm, almost sore from the repeated swats.

Her legs were held open by the ropes, but she tried to close them, every time my hand came down on her pussy. I guess the desire was there, but once she felt the sting, the pain was intense, too. It was an interesting addition to her methods. She was accepting the pain, almost like a good little pain slut should.

Then I realized that she might be using the situation...my hand and the pain to gain her objective. She wanted to cum. It had been quite a while of ups and downs, and she was to the point that most anything I gave her was going to excite her.

I noticed that my palm was getting wetter, as I continued slapping. I hadn’t worried about it though, because the wetness enhanced the sound it made on impact with her pussy. I enjoyed the loud slap and the reaction I got from her. All of what I enjoyed doing could also be just what she needed to take her over that threshold. My hand slapping her tender pussy was possibly exciting her too much.

I looked down at her face. She had the look of a determined woman...a woman with a goal in mind and it didn’t look like that goal was far off. Her eyes were fixed on what was happening between her legs. That bitch was doing her best to cum, and I was helping her. Sly that she was, I hoped I had realized her intentions in time.

I pulled my hand away, as if something had bit it. She kept her body up in the air for a bit longer, before realizing my hand was no longer there. Then, with a groan, she dropped back down to the ottoman.

I looked down at her. She had a pout on her face, and her eyes were glaring at me. She was breathing as if she’d run a marathon. I looked down at her crotch and it was obvious my slapping had been painful. The whole area between her legs was all red and puffy, not to mention the slight glistening that was oozing from her pussy. God, I had almost helped her cum. She had almost won.

“OK, slut...what level are you at?”

I was shocked to find out that she was at the threshold of level nine. By rules, she’s suppose to tell me she’s at level nine, but she said she wasn’t quite there, yet. Still, if I had continued much longer, she could have gone past the point of no return and won the game. I was losing my touch...or maybe I was just using it too much.

“So, you almost had me, huh slut? ...Think you’re smart, I’ll bet, too. Well, I’m on to you, now. This is my game, and you’re not going to take it from me.” I leaned down in mock sincerity...for the sake of my ego, of course, “Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

I think I caught her with a little smirk on her lips, but she knew better than to gloat. Still, even though it was shocking how close she had come, it was also kind of funny that I was just going along with her, like I was still in charge. Yes, you read that correctly. But, it wasn’t going to happen again. I understood much better, after that. Of course, she wanted to win as much as I did.

“Well, slut, it seems it’s time for a new direction. I guess I’ve been a little naive in my ways with you. Well, no more. I think it’s time for the big guns.” I leaned down to her ear, so I could whisper to her, “Yes, that means I bringing back your buddy, Rita.”

Well, I shouldn’t have to tell you, saying that got a reaction from her. I noticed actual fright in her eyes, but I think I also noticed a little lust, too. Maybe she was so close to cumming that she would enjoy experiencing a little of Rita’s fun? God, if only Rita knew...and dare I tell her?

After all, my slapping of her pussy had been rather painful. The resulting redness was proof of that. Maybe pain was what she needed. It’s possible that she didn’t really enjoy pain, but it is sometimes necessary with some submissives, so they can achieve a certain sexual level.

I thought the best thing to do was tell the slut what I’d seen in her eyes. And even if I had been wrong in what I saw, just the notion that I thought she might enjoy some of Rita’s pain would give her something else to think about...something other than cumming, that is.

I whispered into her ear, “Did I see a bit of lusty anticipation in your eyes, when I mentioned Rita’s name? I think I did, you naughty girl. Maybe I should tell Rita how you feel? Or better yet, maybe I should have you tell her?”

The fright in her eyes was still there, but the lusty anticipation had vanished. At least she wasn’t going to allow me to know, if it did exist.

The slut whispered into my ear, “Oh, please, Sir, not Rita! She only enjoys being a demanding bitch. And, she so enjoys using pain to get her way.”

“I raised up and in full voice I said, “Well slut, if you don’t do exactly as I demand, that might be just what happens. We both understand each other now, I hope.”

Her eyes got very large, when I spoke. I think she thought I was going to tell Rita her secret. But, she knew I had that for ammunition later, if I needed it. She was relieved that I hadn’t said anything about it. She took a big breath and smiled ever so slightly as she answered me. “Yes, Sir. We do understand each other.”

I looked over at the two girls. Lucy hadn’t moved too far away. She was relaxing on the floor, a few feet away. Rita was sitting on the desk. “Ladies...I require your assistance.”

You don’t have to ask them twice. They both hopped up and were ready to play in no time at all. I looked down at the slut and laughed. “See how eager they are to please you, sweetie?” I would be dead now, if her look could shoot anything more powerful than it did.

The slut was so close to cumming, I needed help in controlling her. Yes, I said it...I needed help. Lucy had done a fine job assisting me, earlier, but because of the relationship Rita had with the slut, I could use that to create mental images in the slut’s mind. Because the mind is the largest sex organ, you can create very effective mental images that work quite well in controlling a submissive.

But, it seemed the right thing to do. Although I could inflict pain, just one kind of stimulus at any given time didn’t seem like it was enough. She was using my palm slapping her pussy as a way to climax. I just happened to catch it in time. Earlier in the evening, that would have inflicted enough pain to take her mind off of anything else.

So, the assistance of Lucy and Rita had become necessary. I wasn’t going to lose the game. I shouldn’t, either. I had all of the toys. If the slut won, it just wouldn’t be right. But, keeping her under control was becoming a challenge. But, that challenge was also lots of fun.

I had to think of something for both girls to do. Lucy had been so good with the crop before, I decided she should continue with that. Of course, Lucy was more than happy with that. But, Rita was such a live wire, I had to watch what I had her do. I could use that part of her personality to my advantage, as long as I could control her, if she got out of hand.

I had to decide what the slut would find most intimidating. What was the one thing that Rita enjoyed the most, and the slut hated just as much? Of course! How could I forget? The zapper was the perfect weapon for Rita. But, could I control her enough to keep her from cooking the slut’s asshole? Maybe...and maybe not. That was a mental image the slut would have to deal with...smoke coming from her punished asshole.

I caught Rita’s attention and smiled at her. She smiled back, but it was obvious she didn’t know why I was smiling. And, in my mind, I was rethinking my decision about the zapper. Could I control her? Although this would be the perfect intimidation for the slut, I didn’t want to spend all of my time policing Rita. I decided the best way would be to watch her reaction, when I gave her the news. That would tell me a lot.
“Say, Rita...how would you like to be in charge of the zapper?”

“What?”

“How would you like to be in charge of punishing the slut’s asshole?”

Well, to say Rita smiled would be an understatement. However, I do think there must have been some people somewhere that thought the sun was going super nova. Her face was nothing but teeth. It was quite obvious that I had offered her the best present someone could offer.

And, at the same time, the slut’s reaction was equally as interesting. She had listened as I offered Lucy the crop and reacted with little emotion. But, when I offered Rita the zapper, she raised up so she could not only hear, but see what was going on.

The slut didn’t like the idea that Rita was going to be allowed to inflict pain on her body, but when she heard me mention the zapper, it was as if it was already stuffed into her tight ass and Rita had pressed the red button. I think she was struggling to see Rita’s facial expressions. And she was getting an eye full.

Rita’s face was still glowing, as she searched for, and found the zapper. The remote was the next thing she needed to find. While she was looking for it, she glanced in the slut’s direction and their eyes met. Rita stood still, and while they looked into each other’s eyes, silence filled the room.

Rita’s smile didn’t change, but the slut’s expression did. In fact, her whole body language changed. She sank back onto the ottoman, and lowered her eyes, in a submissive posture. But, when Rita resumed looking for the remote, I saw the slut following her with her eyes. It was a little like a sheep keeping an eye on the fox. The mental images that must have been going through her mind...I loved it!

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Wickedly diabolical Sir! It's just getting better and better.​

 

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This installment is a continuation from post #2521.​

OK, here's the latest installment. It was delayed one day. I couldn't get on this site because of some data base error. Anyway, here it is...

She started thrusting her pelvis up to meet my swatting hand. I thought that was an interesting and rather advanced attempt to control what was happening. Was she learning from my techniques to achieve her satisfaction, or was she finally looking for anything, even pain, to make herself cum?

She hadn’t been that much of a pain slut the whole evening. Sure, she had taken a lot of pain, but most of the time, she had been given no choice. So, to see her thrusting her pussy up to meet my slapping hand was something new for her. She had never invited pain before.

I gave her what she seemed to be asking for. I slapped her pussy with the flat of my hand, and slapped it hard. She didn’t back down, so neither did I. The sound reverberating in the room, and the whimpering of the slut that came after it, sounded like someone was being spanked. I had my hand cupped to fit the shape of her pussy so all parts of my palm landed at the same time.

She stretched against the ropes and arched her body up in the air as much as she could, like she was begging for my slapping hand. I’m not that much of a sadist that I enjoy inflicting pain without reason. But, if she wanted it, that was a good enough reason to give it.

And, I was getting into it...almost as much as she was. She whimpered louder and louder, nearly crying out, as my hand came down on her sensitive pussy lips. I even noticed that my palm was getting warm, almost sore from the repeated swats.

Her legs were held open by the ropes, but she tried to close them, every time my hand came down on her pussy. I guess the desire was there, but once she felt the sting, the pain was intense, too. It was an interesting addition to her methods. She was accepting the pain, almost like a good little pain slut should.

Then I realized that she might be using the situation...my hand and the pain to gain her objective. She wanted to cum. It had been quite a while of ups and downs, and she was to the point that most anything I gave her was going to excite her.

I noticed that my palm was getting wetter, as I continued slapping. I hadn’t worried about it though, because the wetness enhanced the sound it made on impact with her pussy. I enjoyed the loud slap and the reaction I got from her. All of what I enjoyed doing could also be just what she needed to take her over that threshold. My hand slapping her tender pussy was possibly exciting her too much.

I looked down at her face. She had the look of a determined woman...a woman with a goal in mind and it didn’t look like that goal was far off. Her eyes were fixed on what was happening between her legs. That bitch was doing her best to cum, and I was helping her. Sly that she was, I hoped I had realized her intentions in time.

I pulled my hand away, as if something had bit it. She kept her body up in the air for a bit longer, before realizing my hand was no longer there. Then, with a groan, she dropped back down to the ottoman.

I looked down at her. She had a pout on her face, and her eyes were glaring at me. She was breathing as if she’d run a marathon. I looked down at her crotch and it was obvious my slapping had been painful. The whole area between her legs was all red and puffy, not to mention the slight glistening that was oozing from her pussy. God, I had almost helped her cum. She had almost won.

“OK, slut...what level are you at?”

I was shocked to find out that she was at the threshold of level nine. By rules, she’s suppose to tell me she’s at level nine, but she said she wasn’t quite there, yet. Still, if I had continued much longer, she could have gone past the point of no return and won the game. I was losing my touch...or maybe I was just using it too much.

“So, you almost had me, huh slut? ...Think you’re smart, I’ll bet, too. Well, I’m on to you, now. This is my game, and you’re not going to take it from me.” I leaned down in mock sincerity...for the sake of my ego, of course, “Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

I think I caught her with a little smirk on her lips, but she knew better than to gloat. Still, even though it was shocking how close she had come, it was also kind of funny that I was just going along with her, like I was still in charge. Yes, you read that correctly. But, it wasn’t going to happen again. I understood much better, after that. Of course, she wanted to win as much as I did.

“Well, slut, it seems it’s time for a new direction. I guess I’ve been a little naive in my ways with you. Well, no more. I think it’s time for the big guns.” I leaned down to her ear, so I could whisper to her, “Yes, that means I bringing back your buddy, Rita.”

Well, I shouldn’t have to tell you, saying that got a reaction from her. I noticed actual fright in her eyes, but I think I also noticed a little lust, too. Maybe she was so close to cumming that she would enjoy experiencing a little of Rita’s fun? God, if only Rita knew...and dare I tell her?

After all, my slapping of her pussy had been rather painful. The resulting redness was proof of that. Maybe pain was what she needed. It’s possible that she didn’t really enjoy pain, but it is sometimes necessary with some submissives, so they can achieve a certain sexual level.

I thought the best thing to do was tell the slut what I’d seen in her eyes. And even if I had been wrong in what I saw, just the notion that I thought she might enjoy some of Rita’s pain would give her something else to think about...something other than cumming, that is.

I whispered into her ear, “Did I see a bit of lusty anticipation in your eyes, when I mentioned Rita’s name? I think I did, you naughty girl. Maybe I should tell Rita how you feel? Or better yet, maybe I should have you tell her?”

The fright in her eyes was still there, but the lusty anticipation had vanished. At least she wasn’t going to allow me to know, if it did exist.

The slut whispered into my ear, “Oh, please, Sir, not Rita! She only enjoys being a demanding bitch. And, she so enjoys using pain to get her way.”

“I raised up and in full voice I said, “Well slut, if you don’t do exactly as I demand, that might be just what happens. We both understand each other now, I hope.”

Her eyes got very large, when I spoke. I think she thought I was going to tell Rita her secret. But, she knew I had that for ammunition later, if I needed it. She was relieved that I hadn’t said anything about it. She took a big breath and smiled ever so slightly as she answered me. “Yes, Sir. We do understand each other.”

I looked over at the two girls. Lucy hadn’t moved too far away. She was relaxing on the floor, a few feet away. Rita was sitting on the desk. “Ladies...I require your assistance.”

You don’t have to ask them twice. They both hopped up and were ready to play in no time at all. I looked down at the slut and laughed. “See how eager they are to please you, sweetie?” I would be dead now, if her look could shoot anything more powerful than it did.

The slut was so close to cumming, I needed help in controlling her. Yes, I said it...I needed help. Lucy had done a fine job assisting me, earlier, but because of the relationship Rita had with the slut, I could use that to create mental images in the slut’s mind. Because the mind is the largest sex organ, you can create very effective mental images that work quite well in controlling a submissive.

But, it seemed the right thing to do. Although I could inflict pain, just one kind of stimulus at any given time didn’t seem like it was enough. She was using my palm slapping her pussy as a way to climax. I just happened to catch it in time. Earlier in the evening, that would have inflicted enough pain to take her mind off of anything else.

So, the assistance of Lucy and Rita had become necessary. I wasn’t going to lose the game. I shouldn’t, either. I had all of the toys. If the slut won, it just wouldn’t be right. But, keeping her under control was becoming a challenge. But, that challenge was also lots of fun.

I had to think of something for both girls to do. Lucy had been so good with the crop before, I decided she should continue with that. Of course, Lucy was more than happy with that. But, Rita was such a live wire, I had to watch what I had her do. I could use that part of her personality to my advantage, as long as I could control her, if she got out of hand.

I had to decide what the slut would find most intimidating. What was the one thing that Rita enjoyed the most, and the slut hated just as much? Of course! How could I forget? The zapper was the perfect weapon for Rita. But, could I control her enough to keep her from cooking the slut’s asshole? Maybe...and maybe not. That was a mental image the slut would have to deal with...smoke coming from her punished asshole.

I caught Rita’s attention and smiled at her. She smiled back, but it was obvious she didn’t know why I was smiling. And, in my mind, I was rethinking my decision about the zapper. Could I control her? Although this would be the perfect intimidation for the slut, I didn’t want to spend all of my time policing Rita. I decided the best way would be to watch her reaction, when I gave her the news. That would tell me a lot.
“Say, Rita...how would you like to be in charge of the zapper?”

“What?”

“How would you like to be in charge of punishing the slut’s asshole?”

Well, to say Rita smiled would be an understatement. However, I do think there must have been some people somewhere that thought the sun was going super nova. Her face was nothing but teeth. It was quite obvious that I had offered her the best present someone could offer.

And, at the same time, the slut’s reaction was equally as interesting. She had listened as I offered Lucy the crop and reacted with little emotion. But, when I offered Rita the zapper, she raised up so she could not only hear, but see what was going on.

The slut didn’t like the idea that Rita was going to be allowed to inflict pain on her body, but when she heard me mention the zapper, it was as if it was already stuffed into her tight ass and Rita had pressed the red button. I think she was struggling to see Rita’s facial expressions. And she was getting an eye full.

Rita’s face was still glowing, as she searched for, and found the zapper. The remote was the next thing she needed to find. While she was looking for it, she glanced in the slut’s direction and their eyes met. Rita stood still, and while they looked into each other’s eyes, silence filled the room.

Rita’s smile didn’t change, but the slut’s expression did. In fact, her whole body language changed. She sank back onto the ottoman, and lowered her eyes, in a submissive posture. But, when Rita resumed looking for the remote, I saw the slut following her with her eyes. It was a little like a sheep keeping an eye on the fox. The mental images that must have been going through her mind...I loved it!

This is the most recent installment of the story...so far.​

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[Sulk]

RE: Post 2540, thank you, DVS.

 

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You and me, and quite a few others; i believe.

Damn, His words get me going.