Monday, April 21, 2014

The Pillory

She stood, bent, her head and wrists locked in the pillory. She knew her guilt. She had tempted the Man. Flirted outrageously. Now, she was His prisoner. He'd grabbed her arm, marched her to the centre of town and locked her in. The townspeople gathered around, knowing her nature and His. Knowing this was to be spectacle for all to enjoy.

First, He scolded her, announcing to the town her indecent actions and her wantonness. Then, he ripped her skirt off of her. She shrieked. Not yet content, he also ripped off her blouse. She stood in only her drawers and corset, helpless, grateful for her long hair covering her face.  He pulled out his knife, showing her the shimmer of the blade. Slowly, her ran the knife along her spine, cutting the cords of her corset, allowing it to fall from her body, exposing her breasts. He pulled apart her drawers, the cool air now caressing her naked bottom. He rubbed His cock against her wet slit, entering her quickly, hard,pounding against her. His hand came down on her ass, spanking her with a resounding smack. Over and over again until tears fell from her face.

The townspeople shouted their approval, encouraging Him. She deserved her humiliation and they would be satisfied with nothing less. One man came up to him and offered him a smooth, large carrot. Accepting the hard vegetable, He rubbed it against her anus. Slowly, making sure she felt every movement, he pushed it into her. Six inches of hard, orange wood entering her bottom. He held it in place and continued to fuck her. Within minutes, he pulled out, cumming on her red bottom.

She panted, wanting more, terrified and humiliated. Her bottom was on fire and her anus was stretched to the point that she feared her body would split in two. He stepped in front of her, then stood on a tall box, his dripping member in front of her eyes. He grasped her hair and when her mouth popped open, He placed his cock inside. The vegetable man now took his turn, keeping the carrot deep inside her and fucking her cunt. In due time, he too pulled out and spent his hot seed on her bottom. He was again becoming hard in her mouth. He tore off his belt and leaning slightly over her, smacked her bottom. She screamed around His cock, but he continued. He fucked her mouth until his hot cream slid down her throat.

The townspeople cheered.

He pulled away. Leaning down He whispered. "three more hours, my dear. And three more times will I cum in or on you. Three more men as well as me will use you. Each of your holes will be used, violated, enjoyed. That will teach you a proper lesson, will it not?"

"Yes, my dear Sir. It will."

Friday, April 18, 2014

Good Friday

No, we are not religious. Still, what a great opportunity to "repent" and "suffer" for sins. So, here i am. tied to the Cross - the St. Andrew's Cross. I have been scorged with a cat. No blood, thank the Lord, but welts. Beautiful red welts. I feel the heat from them radiate throughout my body. My shoulders, ass, thighs, calves - all marked by His hand. Now,  He unties me, turns me so my marks are against the Cross. He reties me - securely. No way can I move to avoid anything he has planned (not that I want to.) Fire shoots through my cunt. He's applying the cat to it now. I scream, thrashing my head. He says nothing, just continues His minstrations. Finally, he stops, but only to retrieve a new device. Thorns. He runs the rose stem over my breasts, gently, slowly. The thorns snag slightly on my delicate skin and I wince. This many not seem like much, but I will feel these pinpoints of agony for days. Down my stomach, my inner thighs he runs the stem, lightly pricking my skin. He stands, kisses me and I no longer feel any pain. His hand reaches for a nipple while his mouth devours mine. He pulls, twists. I cry out against his mouth but he continues. After a time, he moves to the other nipple and it too receives the same treatment. I gasp when he pulls away. He steps to the table holding his toys. He holds up a pair of nipple clips. He tweaks the already tender nipple and mercilessly attaches the clip, screwing the device down until I am begging for mercy. Once both nipples are clipped He kneels before me, his mouth on my swollen cunt, two fingers in my ass. I come. Screaming his name. I hear him laugh. Now, he stands, reaches for a metal egg. I whimper. He just smiles at me and proceeds to fill my ass with the hard, cold egg. I wince at its intrusion and then sigh in relief when it settles. I feel full, kept, used. His.

Now he unties me, holding me to keep me from falling. He carries me to the bed. My whole body is a mass of exposed nerves, which is exactly what he wanted. Finally. Finally he takes me. Fills my cunt with his sword. Again, no mercy. he fucks me hard and I orgasm the moment he enters me. Too quickly, he also cums, filling me with his seed.

"Ready for the Centurians?" he asks.
"That's right. Now that you're all prepared, I have a few soldiers waiting to use you as well. When they finish, it's my turn again. Then, I'll take your ass. You will be ravaged all day long. Questions?"

"No, Sir. But thank you."

Thursday, April 17, 2014


This will be our little experiment.  My girl needs more discipline at times. Sure, we have our weekly maintenance, but at times, my hand is simply not enough. Therefore, today, I've decided that we will test out a variety of implements. One at a time. Slowly. She is blindfolded so that she can judge by feel alone. I will not touch her except with the leather. She is to remain in position without restraints. I will allow no more than one minute between strikes. One mark per implement. One strike. When I finish, she will tell me which she preferred. Which stung the most. Which left the longest sting after the strike. Which she fears the most. Then, I will turn her over, use the back side of her body. Strike again - just once - with the three choices. Finally, I will decide which brought the desired reaction, felt the most comfortable in my hand, left the most interesting mark.

And so we begin.