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Dreams – Hell’s Chamber

Willow walked timidly down the long, dark hall in the Hell Castle. Shadows danced along the walls, casting eerie shapes all around her. The nineteen-year-old bit her full lower lip nervously, twirling a strand of her long, black hair around her index finger as she walked.
She froze when she heard footsteps softly echo behind her. They were slow, patient – the footsteps of a predator. She felt her heart start to pound as they came closer, closer, closer… Her obsidian eyes darted around for an escape, and she saw a huge door to the side, so she ducked into it without thinking.
As she scanned the candle-lit room, she started to make out its contents: a darkly adorned bed with a wrought iron frame; several shelves that held chains, whips, and restraining devices; a few masks here and there; and some blood-red satin restraints that were tied to the bedposts.
Willow was so awe-stricken by the room that she didn’t hear the man approach behind her. He had been stealthy, precise in his movement… He had done this before.
“Hello, darling.” he purred in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and gave her breasts a gentle squeeze.
Willow had never had her breasts touched before. It sent a tingle of excitement through her, but she still built up a good scream and prepared to let it out.
She never had the chance, however.
Her captor put a hand over her mouth to silence her, laughing in satisfaction at her fear. He sucked and gently bit her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine and causing her legs to shake fearfully. He hoisted her up, somehow managing to still keep her silent, and threw her onto the bed roughly. She felt him making quick work of the satin restraints, tying them around her wrists firmly. He moved down to tie her feet when she gave a scream of protest and kicked him across the cheek.
The man’s perfectly featured face snapped to the side, and he gave a little growl of annoyance, but then he turned his red eyes to her and, with a grin, slowly ran his tongue along his lower lip to get rid of the blood.
“Mmmm, you’re fiesty, aren’t you? Don’t worry… I can fix that.” he said in a deep, dark voice as he nipped her inner thigh in punishment.
She squeeked in pain and instinctively yanked her legs back, trying to get away from him. He made a noise of pleasure and caught her ankle.
“I’m just going to have to relax you first, aren’t I?” he chuckled as her nudged her thighs apart.
She screamed, but to no avail. This was Hell. No one cared if she screamed.
Willow felt the man’s waist-length black hair tickling her thighs as he knelt down and pulled her panties off.
She kicked at him again, this time catching him hard on his hip bone. He gave her another hard nip to the inner thigh, then became rougher with her soft, lightly tanned legs as he muscled them apart and dove his mouth down to her pussy and gave her a few firm licks.
“Ohhhhhhh….” Willow moaned unwillingly as his skilled mouth flicked over her clit and stroked her opening.
He continued his relentless assault, whispering all kinds of promises of things he was going to do to her, his breath warm and sensual as it fanned along her sensitive mound. He licked at her greedily, sucking and licking and just barely using his tongue to penetrate her.
Willow’s body bucked in pleasure and rebellion, trying to angle itself for a better tonguing but then again still trying to get away from him. She could feel pressure building in her clit, a tidal wave of pleasure was growing within her, begging for release. He sensed her orgasm and mercilessly flicked his tongue over her sensitive little clit; his hot, demanding tongue was teasing her, driving her harder and faster until, finally, she felt her pussy contract in an overwhelming orgasm. She cried out, panting as he continued to work her over, when she felt it.
His hot tongue dove inside of her, massaging all of her inner muscles as they grabbed at his tongue selfishly, demanding more of him.
She was struggling against her restraints now, moaning and out of breath as he grinned up at her, his lips still shining from her juices.
“Does my girl want more?” he asked, his voice every bit as smooth as the satin that restrained her.
It was now that she saw her captor. He was tall, about 6’4″, with darkly tanned skin and gleaming crimson eyes. His dark, straight hair flowed down his finely muscled body. He looked to be about 21, and he was gorgeous.
She relaxed her legs a little and, after hesitating, said “Yes, please…”
He laughed in satisfaction and made himself comfortable, laying between her legs. He slowly kissed her clit and gently slid a finger into her soaked pussy. He worked her gently, not wanting to hurt her too badly.
Willow had just gotten used to his thick finger being inside of her when she felt another nudging its way inside.
“Oh, no, please, not another…” she begged, fearing that he would hurt her already tender pussy.
“You made me bleed, love. How ’bout an eye for an eye, hmm?” he grinned as he rammed his second finger into her.
Willow screamed in pain and felt blood start to slowly trickle down her legs.
Her assailant laughed at the sight of it and worked his fingers harder and faster; Willow’s smooth, slender body started to rock back and forth on the bed from the pounding of his fingers deep inside of her, her breasts jiggling beneath her thin white cotton sundress.
“Let’s see those tits, babe.” he said as he ripped her dress clean in half up the middle.
Willow’s full breasts bounced free from the restraining fabric, the warm air washing over them.
“Say my name, and maybe I’ll stop.” he purred, pounding her pussy harder and harder still.
“Wh-at is y-your name?!” Willow struggled to ask, tears forming in her eyes from the pain between her legs as he finger-fucked her sadistically.
“Oboro.” he said, nipping her clit getnly between his teeth, sending a shockwave through the girl’s body. She started screaming his name over and over and over, but he just started swirling his fingers around on her G-spot, causing the pleasure to build again within her.
He shoved his shoulders up against her, forcing her to sit with her back against the headboard of the bed.
“Watch yourself get eaten out and finger-fucked.” he commanded as he stroked her G-spot again while licking hungrily at her clit.
Watching her captor working her pussy so masterfully sent her over the edge again. Her vagina was begging for mercy, squeezing his fingers hard with every thrust into her.
He let her moan his name a few more times before finally pulling his now sticky fingers from her, then set about licking them clean.
Willow saw him sitting on his knees between her legs, licking his fingers clean of her juices, and tried to close her thighs to get some relief.
“No no no no…” he scolded her mockingly, settling his hard, lean, warm body on top of hers as he pulled her back down the bed.
“NO!!!” she protested as he thrust all eight inches of his dick inside of her.
Willow moaned and protested and cried as he had his wicked way with her, moving his hips on top of her… She could feel all of his muscles and bones churnin on top of her, working together to violate her… She cried even harder as he bunched himself up to where he could suck on her nipples as he fucked her.
She felt his tongue swirling over her taut nipple, tasting and teasing and making her wetter than she already was. She heard the sound of her wet pussy being taken by this man, the moist slapping of his dick inside of her echoing through her mind and he started to grunt and moan in his own pleasure. His balls slapped against her as he buried himself deep within her. He didn’t stop until he hit her cervix, causing waves of nauseating pain and ecstasy to bolt through her already battered body.
Willow’s body was on the verge of releasing again when she heard him cursing under his breath, and suddenly his body went from simply making love to her to full-blown, unadulterated fucking he rwith all he had. Willow’s D-cup breasts bounced hard, her body being rutted hard by him as he neared his own orgasm.
He reached between them and circled his thumb over her nub and she lost herself in a mind-blowing orgasm that rocked her whole body. Her pussy tugged hard on his dick as he moved inside of her….She nearly lost consciousness, but the sound of him roaring out in release, followed by feeling his hot cum shooting into her, brought her back to reality.
“You… You came inside of me?!?!?!” she shrieked in terror, feeling him pull out as some of his semen trickled out of her. She sobbed uncontrollably, begging him to release her, and he actually conceded to her demands. He untied her.
She expected him to leave her here, degraded and crying and exhausted and scared but he didn’t. Instead, he crawled under the bedspread and tenderly tucked her into his side, wrapping his arms around her. She didnt know why, but she clung to him.
If loving her assailant was wrong… she wasnt sure she wanted to be right.

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The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 8) – Visitors

Laura, a lesbian, has fallen into debt and is being blackmailed into taking part in research to “cure” her lesbianism. She has recently begun dominating and abusing her girlfriend Erica to allow the research to continue at home…

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Punishing Rachel, Part One

This is my first attempt on any kind of site… I’ve previously only written stories for individuals on a personal level. I hope you guys like and I welcome CONCTRUCTIVE criticism and live for praise 😀

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Under his desk

Momentarily, I feel the toe of his Salvatore Farragamo against the back of my head, pushing my cheek to the ground. The shin of his other leg rubbing between my butt cheeks as I raise my hips for him. My soggy cunt at his knee now, and my surprised, lusty face between the sole of his shoe and the carpet. Jesus. I don’t care how cliche this is. Fuck me Matt. Take what you want.

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Blinding Lust 2: The Dark Lord’s Awakening

Disclaimer: I hoped you liked the first part of this saga I have started…it’s my first sex story, I have yet to expand more…but I hope you will understand…I will try my best to meet your expectations in the stories to follow…but I hope you will follow this story as it progresses…and it would be helpful if you leave me comments…hope you will enjoy…
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Blinding Lust 2 – The Dark Lord’s Awakening
No ordianry man could hear it, and he had never been more proud of himself for choosing this place for this very moment that he had been waiting…it had been 22 years since he first heard that beat…that single powerful beat of her heart…like a radar, signaling her arrival…and finally awaken, he whispered in the air…”At last…”
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After her quick dinner, Ramona led her to her room upstairs on the east wing of the mansion…the room is the last room on that side…when they entered, Natalia was beyond shocked, surprised, stunned because the room she was taken to is so large…almost a quarter of the size of the orphanage…and it’s too beautiful…like the rest of the house it is white and adorned with beautiful decors that has gold details…only these one is more feminine…and it has a balcony that not only opens to the whole east side of the mansion but also has a view of the front and back part of it…a perfect 180 degree view…and the ocean ahead was just stunning…she wanted badly to savor it all but she was really tired…and she has yet to meet the rest of the staff the next day…but the moment that she was standing on the side of the bed, she collapsed onto it immediately.
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It was same darkness…same garden…but this time, the roses didnt melt…just stayed on the stems that held them…but still all bloody red…she looked around and noticed that it has gotten really big compared last time…she was just surrounded by plants…she was absent-midedly wandering around, looking for an exit when she felt “it”…desperately, she ran and ran…her feet were bare and now feeling numb as the path gets colder and colder….but she didnt slow down,,,she ran even faster…she saw a little clearing ahead, then ran towards it….she stumbled as she got inside the clearing…to her dismay…what she thought was the exit, she figured immediately, given the paths that surrounded, she was stucked more than ever…she was now standing right in the middle of that garden…frustrated and wanting to cry, she sat in the middle of the cirlce where all paths joined…closed her eyes, hoping she could get out of it…then the wind blew around her then suddenly died…but before she could open her eyes…she heard “it”…she heard “him”…
“Natalia….” spoken in the most softest whisper she ever heard
…but what startled her most was the proximity… the voice came just right at the back of her ear…she slowly stood up as he heard and felt him breathing right at the back of her neck…his breath sending chills all over her body…determined, she took a deep breath and quickly turned to finally see him….yet what greeted her was a blinding light… the morning light…
A dream, she sighed…she knew she was dreaming…but that dream seemed to feel more real than reality…then “reality” hits her…
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“NO! I’m late!” she hissed to herself…she cannot be late on her first official day of work…although she cannot tell what time it was since there was no clock in the room, she knew how late in morning it was simply by seeing the direction of the sun’s rays in her room….
She quickly went to the bathroom and was surprised with herself for she opened the correct door despite there were other three doors…and yet again stunned by how enormous the size is for a bathroom…she wanted to marvel and look into every detail of the room but she had to hurry…
the day went on with her following Ramona around the house…she met the rest of the staff that also stays in the mansion…of course, Ramona, 58 the eldest, is the one supervising and delegating task for the staff…Luisa, 55 the other lady from last night, is the cook…Pete, 49, is the driver…and Martin, 58, the gardener…and she can’t believe that only four people were actually keeping the whole place in great form…not to mention that they’re almost nearing their retirement…
later that afternoon, after Ramona showed her office and the papers and files she has to read and organize, mostly expenses and bank statements, she felt really tired and decided to take a nap…
She had been sleeping for only thirty minutes when she was awakened by a loud screeching noise, the kind of sound a car produced when it suddenly stops…she hurried towards the balcony and looked down the driveway…she saw the marks and followed it towards the shiny red car which was parked in front of the house…Natalia, has no idea when it comes to cars and luxury in general, but she knew that it’s one expensive car…she saw no one went out..and convinced that it is her duty to attend to all matters of the estate, she hurried downstairs…
the moment she opened the door…time stood still…her eyes, wider than it’s already wide size…lips, parted a bit as if she lost her breath…she held the knob as if her life depended on it…for what was standing in front of her, who is totally blocking her path…was a tall, slim, fit, and unbelievably, handsome being…
his hair, was darker than the darkest night which is in complete contrast to his pale but glowing skin…his face, square with very musculine jaw yet soft in some strange way…his mouth, a little pouty but still very manly and looks so soft…his nose was just perfect size…and his eyes…they struck her most…so deep…so black with silver-like lining around the iris…lashes, so thick and long…and they look down at her with such intensity that she felt like melting….she can’t help but stare back at him…then his lips opened to give her a sheepish smile, just enough for her to see his perfect white teeth..then the smile faded as he saw her looking at his mouth…she knew he caught her and so she bowed her head shyly, trying to avoid his knowing eyes…and he spoke… “Natalia?”
Natalia almost jumped as he heard him mentioned her name…she felt something familiar but couldnt point a finger on…she tried to calm herself because inside, she was shaking…but her reactions, no matter how small or unnoticeable they would seem, was all clear to him…he can see everything from her swallowing to the way she’s breathing to every blink of her eyes…anything, everything..and he would pay any price just to know her thoughts…but he knows he should take it slow..he doesnt want history to repeat itself…and for what seem like forever of silence…he spoke again…”Are you not going to answer me lady?
Instantly, Natalia broke out from oblivion and look at the man…Who is this man? she thought…and carefully chose her words as she said…”I am sorry but may I know who you are? For all I know, you might just be an intruder?” she saw him raised his eyebrows…but before she could do the same, she saw Ramona a few steps at the back of the man.
and apologetically introduced them both, “Ms Natalia, Lord Cedric de Seville II, the only son of late Cedric de Seville I…Lord Cedric, as I mentioned earlier, the lady is the new administrator of the estate, Ms. Natalia Acres…” and Natalia just wanted to evaporate.
she then look at him apologetically but before she could state her apologies, he turned around and with his business and all seriousness tone, said…” Very well, meet me in the office, I’ll be there shortly” then proceed towards the end of the west wing…and she got worried all of a sudden…not by the meeting later but the fact that his bedroom is situated same as hers…right across hers…doors facing…how can she avoid him if ever, she thought…
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She waited for almost an hour in the office when he finally arrived…but she can’t complain about it…technically, she works for him now…she watched him as he walked across the room towards the back of the desk…he completely changed his clothes…from black suit to white long-sleeved shirt, white cotton pants, and white shoes…it’s like seeing two sides of him…earlier he looked tensed and serious…now he still looked serious but with a carefree feel to him…
He gestured her to take a seat in a front of the desk…which of course she followed dutifully…walking slowly with head slightly bowed….little did Natalia know that this little act of obedience is taken seriously and noted…
As she took her seat…he went directly to reading…Natalia need not wonder what it was as he said… “No wonder it sounded familiar…of course, Golden Acres Orphanage…very convenient Ms Acres” he was talking without looking at her, which she’s thankful of coz she is not totally focused…he distracts her enormously…and that voice…she felt the same familiarity again…and her frustration just heightened..
“I knew my father sponsored different charities and institutions but I just recently learned that he favored most the said Orphanage…you being here is proof enough to that…” he looked at her this time with that sheepish smile again but went back to reading immediately…and how she wanted to roll her eyes…
“I also learned that the support will continue as long as one from said orphanage works as the new administrator of the estate…and I must say that it’s one good decision indeed…although I am confused why my father would just leave the care of this estate to a complete stranger…” Then he looked back at her, this time with an intesity she couldnt fathom…she felt it…but not knowing how to deal with it, she closed her eyes, taking deep breath…much to his appreciation…he smiled widely…but it faded when she opened up her eyes…and he was taken aback by the intensity yet soft look in them as she said…”I apologize for interrupting Mr. de Seville, if I may give an opinion…it appears that you have been made known to the facts of my presence here…yes, I may be a complete strange and i have yet to prove my worth here but i guarantee you that I will work very hard so that the support given to our orphanage will be worth every penny…and that your father’s money will not be wasted…and that these estate will be very very well taken cared of while I am her…” she gasped, cannot believe how she just give away such litany…but instead to bow her head, she reciprocated the intense look he’s giving her…
Lord Cedric was enraged by her sudden speech without permission and most especially, furious with her looking at him with defiance….but no matter how he wanted to stay mad at her, he finds her little act of courage…charming….he sucked all emotions in as he looked at her blankly and he began his own speech, with a cold tone to his voice……”First, Ms. Acres…I dont like being interrupted like you just did…you were not given permission to speak…always bear that in mind…Second, unless it hasnt occur to your rather surprisingly intelligent mind for an orphan, I am now the owner of this estate…thus, you work for me…and if I dont find your performance satisfying or your skills suited here, up to me if you can stay or not…now we wouldnt want that coz i believe the orphanage where you came from only have you, for now, to take over the duties so that they will still be supported…this means you have no choice but to answer to my every bidding…” he said the last part with an obvious emphasis which didnt slip from Natalia’s keen hearing…and seeing her wide-eyed yet composed, he knew she is not an easy one but he also knew he got her…”You may speak your mind now Ms. Acres, I can feel your protests from here”
Natalia can’t believe what she just heard, especially the part when he spoke of his every bidding…she sensed something dark and cold feel lurking in the air…but worrying is not her attitude…besides, she had her mind set that she is doing it for the orphanage, especially the children whom she cares more than herself…and she will, no matter what…defeated, she said softly while still bowing her head…”I understand Mr de Seville…I have long accepted that its not a matter of choice but that of responsibilut…if you may be so kind to tell me what exactly my duties are…”
“Ms. Acres, if you are to speak to me, always look at me…” Natalia immediately straightened up and tried hard to look back at him even though she felt like she could metl anytime…sensing her discomfort…Lord Cedric was beyond joy knowing that he affects her…for a while he thought that this little creature would be hopeless…satisfied, he speak again..” Good, keep that attitude and we will do just fine…Another thing, I am not Mr. de Seville, that would be my father…so from now on, address me as Lord Cedric…and as for your duties…for now you have to organize the papers left by the passing of the previous administrator…you handle and settle all bills…and make sure that the household staff is doing their tasks properly and that everything in the estate is running smoothly…I am a very busy person Ms. Acres, I dont have time for any unneccesary troubles…and if you have mastered all these, we will go from there…as I may need your service out of the estate…” he saw the protest in her eyes, so he waived her a hand, as if halting her…”I dont have to remind you that I am your boss now…”
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Natalia couldnt believe that talking to a person would be very exhausting…she was relived that he didnt ate dinner with her coz that would certainly kill her appetite…fortunately, he had to leave to attend a business emergency…and as she lay comfortably in bed, she never felt more alone in her life…she’s torn between regret and her responsibility…but she didnt dwell on that thought for long as sleep consumed her.
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the cold wind woke her…and for a brief moment, upon opening her eyes, she got scared but eventually replaced by feeling at ease and shockingly, content as she was back to that same garden…only this time, it felt more real although she knew that she’s still dreaming…
she was still in the middle of that garden, as if a continuation of the last dream…but this time, she felt really cold…then to her surprise, she realized that she’s almost naked…what wrapped her looked like a blanket…made of the thinnest cloth…she held it tightly onto her chest so that it wont fall…then there it was again, wind blew around her, and red petals danced around her, then suddenly stopped…all petals dropped around her…she gasped as she literally saw the petals turned into a bed beneath her…
“Our bed of roses…” time just stood still as she heard that soft voice, and she knew he was just behind her…then her knees weakened as he again mentioned her name…”Natalia” a husky whisper…she could have fell on her knees then but he immediately placed his hands around her waist, holding her still…and her body frozed the moment she felt him behind her…his hard toned chest pressing on her bare back, just above her shoulder blades…the looked down on the arms that’s wrapped around her, both hands flat on her belly, pulling her tightly to him…his hands, strong and felt hard despite the cloth between them and her belly…she can almost see his veins as his hands were too pale…absent-mindedly, she placed her hands on top of his, a complete contrast to his complexion…hers were tan, his…almost as pale as white…and somehow, somewhere she found it very familiar….
she could have stood there long in her absent state…she was too shocked to even think what to do…then she felt his lips…soft yet very cold lips brushing along her earlobes…she didnt just freezed, she was freezing cold by such contact…”…i” she tried to speak but couldnt find a word to say…
“shhhhh….” again, in a very soft husky whisper, causing her to feel colder than below freezing point…he continued to say…”hush…do not speak a word…no need to be scared…this is a dream….let’s make if feel as real and as good as it could be…” just like that, no matter how her mind protested, Natalia was hypnotized…
Feeling her succumb…he started kissing her along thhe neck and shoulder…She gave a soft moan, that made him start moving his hands too…being a virgin and naive, very naive to all things sexual, her mind is spinning with the pleasure his kisses brought to her entire system… Natalia completely lost all her strength to fight…and let herself fall…and instinctively, she let go holding the blanket, and both hands went back up her head, one to grab his hair which was thick and the other hand went further back to reach his neck, pulling him closer to her…and his kisses turned to licking, sucking then kissing again her ears, jaw, neck, shoulders….
Natalia moaned louder when she felt his hard hands cupping her breasts…her moan only made him squeeze her breast then started pinching both nipples at the same time…rolling them in between thumb and index fingers…in return, Natalia started sliding up and down her back onto him…like they were dancing to a tune only them can hear, called lust…after battling with himself…he decided to be very careful not to let her feel his erection as he bends down a bit for her small frame…his erection was safely a foot away from hitting her butt…he wanted so badly to fuck her right there and then but…she’s not ready, he told himself in silence…
Natalia’s breathing became really hard…she was moaning….listening to her pleasure, he left one breast and slide down to her belly, not stopping until he reached her mound…what surprised him even if he was hoping for it is that given just a little stimulation, Natalia was really soaking wet…his hands cupped all her wetness…it made her open her eyes and gasped…but before she could even let out a sound..his fingers found her clit hidden in her soft black pubic hair…”this has to go someday darling…” he said huskily referring to the hair and started to maasage her it gently…this only made her moan louder and louder after every moan as his pace sped up…her eyes closing then open to roll up…her head laid on his shoulder as he continued to kiss, lip, and suck her ears. neck. shoulders…also carefully hiding his face out of her sight…
Natalia continued moaning harder, she was making glutteral sound as he continued to massage her clit in a frantic speed…she felt something building up inside her, something she cannot comprehend…she’s feeling mixed emotions as he continued to play her with her clit…confusion, pleasure, excitement, rage, frustration…all at the same time…she felt like she was going to be crazy….
He felt her belly tightened…and he was sure she’s close and so he placed his thum on her clit as his middle finger slowly entered her cunt…careful not to break her hymen…he intends to have her cock break that…
Natalia felt his finger slowly went in and out of her…felt like it was teasing her…but before she could understand what was going on, continued to play with he clit only faster than ever, then bit and suck her neck all at the same time….and it’s more than Natalia could take, she felt like pissing…she froze as her first orgasm exploded out of her….then screamed at the top of her lungs with her release…both of his arms then wrapped around her waist as she skook uncontrollably…she was shaking and screaming for almost a minute…all the while he was still biting and sucking same spot on her neck…she was panting when her orgasm faded…he felt her knees weakend, her head laid back on his shoulder…he looked at her, and found her fast asleep…
“…soon, My Natalia.” he whispered on her ears as he laid her comfortably on the bed of roses…he gave her a final look, kissed her lips softly and whispered once again… “very soon…”

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Family Tradition

Complete fiction, if you disagree with the themes, please don’t read. Starts off a little slow with back story, then picks up.

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Bondage Class

“Welcome class, to the first lesson of…” the young male teacher walks to the blackboard, picking up the chalk and writing it in large letters “BONDAGE 101”
A roar of giggling and laughter breaks out among the students, a relatively small attendance of only 10 or so people, 9 of them being male and one female that didn’t look at all like she belonged there. Dressed in a long skirt with pigtails and classes. Light freckles to go with her pale skin. Her eyes down in a book, not paying much attention to the teacher or the other students for that matter. The teacher continued on “If you came here for immature reasons that I suggest you leave now”. But not a single person moved, the sound dying down as all eyes once again followed the strict and serious teacher.
“good, now we will continue. Bondage is about control, power. For the dominant, it’s complete ownership over the submissive and just as so, for the submissive it is the feeling of being helpless and restrained. The feeling of rope or steel against their skin as they fight for freedom. Now can I get a volunteer up here?” everyone in the class immediately began staring at the girl in the room, still reading her book calmly, after a few moments without looking up, she raises her hand and closes her book, laying it at the desk. Standing up and walking up to the desk and waiting patiently for her orders
“Alright Miss, straighten your arms behind your back” She did as she was told and the teacher pulled a small length of rope from a drawer in his desk. Tying it around her wrists and knotting it tightly. He grabs her by the back of the shirt and turns her to face the rest of the students, her breasts more clear through her shirt due to her arms pulling the fabric tight to her body. The teacher smiles a bit and speaks in a loud voice for everyone to hear “do the ropes make you feel more confined and submissive then before?” and with a faint smirk and a clearly sarcastic tone in her voice she says, just as he, loudly enough for the class to hear “Not at all, I’m more comfortable then ever”
A few students in the back laugh but it quickly dies down. The teacher grabs her shirt once again and turns her around, forcing her against the desk and she bends naturally at her waist, bending over the desk just as he had intended for her. Her long skirt still covering half her thighs. He asks the question again, and once again he gets a sarcastic answer. She laid her head against the desk with a grin on her face “he couldn’t possible do anything more”’ she thought, but of course he was willing to take it as far as it had to go to prove his point. He reached down to the hem of her skirt and lifted it up, over her back, revealing her panties to the entire class. She began fighting and wiggling but he held her at her shirt down against the hard wooden desk. He didn’t have to ask again, he knew from her reaction that she realized how helpless she really was. And just at the most tense moment, when the class sat in shock, the girl blushing and embarrassed, not sure how to accept a humiliation that she volunteered for, the bell rang. The students didn’t move a muscle, every single one of them sat motionless with their gazes on the intense scene at the front of the classroom. The teacher waited a moment and as they stayed he started to usher them out with his hand, “Are all of you deaf? Get going” he released the girl and walked over to the door, opening it and holding it open, a look of impatience clear on his face. The boys slowly got up and walked out, each taking a final look at the girl still paralyzed at the edge of the desk. Some of the boys even considering the idea of running up and grabbing at her, but after seeing such a strict look on the teachers face, they decided against it.
After all of the boys had walked out, the girl managed the courage to say “alright, lesson’s over, let me go” with a slight tremble in her voice. The teacher closed the door and ignored her. Walking back over to her as she started to stand up, he grabbed her by the hair causing her to arch her back and whimper in pain a bit. Putting his mouth close to her ear he spoke in a soft tone and as calmly as he could he asked the question from before once more “do the ropes make you feel confined and submissive?” She pauses a moment and he reaches up and aggressively grabs her breast through her shirt, she screams “yes!” he squeezes firmly and says “yes what? Be respectful, you know how to be respectful don’t you?”
“yes sir!” she says in a whimper and he releases her. She collapses back onto the desk and once again he lifts her skirt, she stammers “w-w-what are you doing?” and in the strictest and coldest voice so far he responded. “Giving you a spanking for your behavior. You not only disrespected me, you also embarrassed me in front of the class.”.
“b-b-but you c-c-an’t do that!” she stutters again. but he ignores her, pulling her panties down and letting them fall to her ankles, sliding his hand over her ass, getting familiar with the shape of it. Sliding his fingers between her legs, probing against her pussy. A chill goes down her spine as she feels so violated and weak, even more so because in a sick way, she feels excited by it. She feels pressure on her inner thigh, it’s his hand leading her to spread her legs, she follows his direction unconsciously, leaving her legs wide enough to keep her balanced. Then a moment of peace as his hand rears back into the air and it all comes to an end when his palm plants against her waiting skin. It stings at first but starts to become more of a burning. Her body tenses up and she flinches when it hits. Followed by her muscles relaxing beyond her control, her whole body is sore from fighting the ropes, she gives into it and accepts it, once again a hand lifts up and comes down at the other side of her bottom. Heavier then before. She tenses up again but each and every time she recovers quicker then before. He continues to punish her for what seems like hours. And by the end of it, she doesn’t want to admit it to herself but she is so turned on by the whole thing, she leaves a small puddle of her juices at the edge of the desk.
The teacher unties her wrists and then walks around to his chair behind the desk, “stand up” he says and she immediately obeys. Her cheeks glossed with tears, still sobbing a bit and trying not to let the teacher know she enjoyed it more then it hurt her. He looks her in the eye “Do you think you were punished unfairly?” she takes a moment and shakes her head, admitting that she had deserved it while secretly thinking about how glad she is to have done so. “Now, you will return for this class on time every day, you will help me demonstrate or you will get an F in this course, I own you now, understood?” she nods and reaches back to rub her burning cheeks. The teacher stands up and walks back around to her, she doesn’t move “…and one last thing.” he bends down hooking his finger into the waistband of her panties, still at her ankles “I’ll be keeping these, you are not to wear underwear for the rest of the day, nor sleep in any clothes tonight, is that clear?” she says in a low voice “yes sir” as she steps out of her panties and he lifts them up from the floor, tossing them onto his desk and walking back around to his chair. “Now get going, you have other classes to attend to”
She does as she is told, walking off slowly and opening the door, taking one last look back at her panties on the desk and then to him, the final thought of wether he’s her new master enters her head right as she closes the door, taking a moment to adjust her skirt and pull it down as far as it will go. The whole thing playing over again and again in her mind, the bruises on her wrists and the welts on her bottom a sore reminder of the whole thing, another bell goes off which yanks her back into reality and she hurries off to her next class.
The End.

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