It's all in my head ...

Contains CNC, Breath play
my Rating: soft

Chapter 1

Her fire red hair let every head turn, men and women. Everyone had to look twice to be sure. Her natural beauty and demeanor has open her many doors. But she was bored, bored of the ever same vanilla taste of her life. She is strolling aimlessly through the dusk, every day, on the search for the spice which fill make her enjoy the food of life again. A scream, no more a roar let her startle, so pure, so full of anger that it touches her soul. The roar echoes off unheard of the world. As she looks up a rain of sheets of paper glide down, swirled by the wind cutting through the city. Curious she picks up a sheet and as she read the first sentence her cheeks blush. Lost in thought she crumbles the paper in her hand holding tight to her heart. She wakes up from her stupor as the exiting thought in her subsides. But she has to read it again, further, the whole page. Greedy for more she picks up the scattered around papers and hauls her loot home like a thief in the night. Devouring line by line and page by page until sunrise. After the third time the words loose some power over her but this only let her crave more, new words which will engulf her in more bliss. As her exhaustion subsides her craving becomes unbearable. Stalking out the scene of the godly intervention, she can make out the sound of a typewriter in the upper apartment. Every click a taunt, a new letter she can not read. The clacking a melody echoing in the hallway sung by sirens luring her in. Then it stopped and the apartment door opens, a man steps out average in his appearance. Nobody would guess his mind is able to form words to a captivating spell. He glances over her and with a almost silent "Hello!" he passes by. No second look, lost in his thoughts. Her heart bouncing up her throat and she was only able to push out a "Hi" under great effort not to let her voice tremble. This is her chance, she takes a deep breach and turns the door knob.

Chapter 2

The smell of nicotine and alcohol let her gulp hard. But there is something under it, a subtle scent dark and heavy. She takes a step closer to the desk. a sheet of paper in the typewriter half full and a stack beside, turned upside down. After she read the first line, she grins. This is the place where the miry ether materialize in this world. with a sigh she leans back in the seat. The thick musk sent constricts her breath and let the back of her head tingle. Thirsty for more she reads page after page and forgotten is time and space around her. Just the moment counts, just the next word. She don't notice him coming back and sneak up on the intruder of his thoughts. His hands close around her throat and he hiss in her ear "You are not supposed to read that". The iron grip trapped her no matter how deep she sunk her claws in his arms. And she was only be able to stutter "I ... but ... so wonderf..." before she passed out. Her hands lost the grip around his and glide down together with the sheet of paper she just read. She wakes up with a shake drive through her body and needs a second to grasp where she is and what happen. Her arms bound on her back, laying on the bed her legs spread and bound to each corner. And again and again the clacking of the typewriter hammering in her head in which situation she is in. She takes a deep breath and clears her throat "Hello?! I would like to go home now." is everything she can come up with. Nothing straight away ignored, only the constant clacking. She try a bit louder "Hello?!".

The clacking stops, a felt like eternity later a sigh. She demands "Untie me now!". He gets up and comes closer with a sympathetic but stern facial expression "I know, but i need you for a little bit longer, be quiet, so i can finish my work". She cant believe her ears, how dare he enact so casually over her. With a firm "No, i want to go now." she put every weight in that she can muster. With a soft smile he pushes a pillow on her head "than it is nap time for you again" she hear him say. With her head shaking form side to side she fights back as good as she can but every effort only draw more of her valuable air. The night is fallen as she wakes up again with a sharp inhale, dizzy she need a another second to remember. And again the tacking of the typewriter. "That was not nice, how long will you keep me here?" she whispers in awe. The typing stops again. And with a growl he yanks the paper out crumbles it and throws it to the growing pile near the overflowing paper bin. He comes closer the pillow already in his hand. She only whimpers and a silent "No, please don't" are form on her trembling lips. He reaches under her dress, grabs her panty and rips it off in one swift motion. He rolls it to a ball and forces it in her mouth "maybe this will help you to remember". Limitless shame raises in her as she taste her own juices. Pudency and fear keep her stunned as he goes back to the desk. The endless staccato hammers in her mind, her thoughts wander back to her curiosity what he is writing. She wants to know more then ever after the ordeal she has gone through, she has earned to know, she thinks.||

Chapter 3

A knock on the door breaks the mind grueling clacking "Its me Cloe" a female voice announces herself. A groaning "Come in" is the response of him. A blonde woman in a business attire enters with bobbing stride. She steps behind him and massages his shoulders "How it's going, do you made some progress?". Only a growl as answer. She reads the sheet in the typewriter silently, her lips moving and breath in his ear. "Not bad" Cloe says and turns back to massage him. He rips the sheet out and tosses the crumbled up paper to the other. Cloe "Why did you do that? it was good.". He responds "But you did not get wet, did you?" and he puts a new sheet in and begins all over. Cloe sighs and her eyes fall on the stack "Wow, looks like you almost done". As she reach out to take a sheet, he slams his hand on the stack "Yeah, i got some help" and gestures with his thumb in the Foxes direction. Cloe looks at the Fox, her eyes grow wide and she blinks a few times "Oh Really? Again?". He shrugs "But she likes it this way" and turns back to typing. Cloe walks to the Fox her hip swaying and with a wide grin on her face. She sits down on the bed. She play with the Fox hair, probing if it is natural. In the Fox smolders hope for her rescue. Cloe taps on the Foxes nose "Looks like a nosy Fox could help himself..." her finger slides down over her lips and along her chin "... and wanted in the chicken coop for a snack ..." over her throat and sown her chest "... and got all tangled up now". Cloe's index and middle finger marching playfully over the Foxes belly further down.

She bends down to the fox "Be a good muse for him and i will reward you personally". Cloe's lips only a inch away from the foxes lips. Cloe's finger slide over her pubic mound and down to her fold. With gentle pressure circling around her bud. Too slow to ever reach relieve, just a tease to the Foxes desire. The Fox looks to Cloe and the door, back and forth in a last ditch effort to escape. Cloe moans while stimulating her "Oh, i think she wants to say something". He tosses the pillow to Cloe "Here, then use this". The Fox squint her eyes and let go her hope. This will be her new life from now. A plaything for this strange couple. Cloe lifts her fingers and demonstratively licks them with relish. She stands up with a moan as if separating from the fox gives her pain "Uuh, i have to say good bye for now but i know you in good hands". She walks over to him, let her fingers glide through his hair and gives him a kiss on the neck "See you tomorrow stud" and she left.

Chapter 4

The clacking of the typewriter becomes her torture, every clack a hit, a painful reminder of her unfulfilled growing desires. With her mind racing in circles she try to compress her thighs together but the ropes hold her in place. Suddenly the staccato ends, he puts a auspicious sheet on the stack. And with a sigh of relief walks to the fox. With one hand on her breast and the other between her legs he rests on her exhausted. Playing with her before he falls asleep. Desperate for salvation she grinds on his hand but to no avail, she only get more frustrated, to finally give up and closes her eyes. Her sleep interrupted by every twitch of his fingers inside her. Her envy grows, why his so tireless typing fingers are now resting? The fretful night is slowly lifting as the dawn announces itself. With a big yawn he wakes up. But not only was the yawn big. He casually open his pants "You was a big help little fox, i don't know if i would have make it without your help" with a smack on her pussy he probes the water. Still wet and ready to serve himself. Her squirming body ripe to take. He slips into her, his weight is pinning her down. Using her like a tool for his satisfaction, ravaging her for his physical needs. Every thrust a tremor in her core. Too long her desire has simmered to be suppressed any more.

Chapter 5

The fox don't hear the knock. Cloe is back, watching the heaving entangled mess "So? are you done?". He grunts "Almost there". And Cloe giggles "No, i meant the book". Her greedy eyes on the stack of paper orderly layered beside the typewriter. She takes a small step, and another one. Unable to hold back her curiosity "Is this it?" she points to the stack. He roars "Don't you dare to touch it , or i hang you on your ankles upside down and whip your ass to a pulp". Cloe smirks "Oh really? Is this a promise?" another step towards the stack. He speeds up, torn between his urge to release and to protect his work, barking "make me cum already!". The fox can do nothing, she is knocked over by the first wave of her climax, a endless ocean gush over her in torrential surges. Cloe takes another step. He bites the foxes neck and make her body clench around him. Cloe extends her arm. He pumps his seed deep in the foxes pussy, his cock is flexing by every effusion. Cloe touches the manuscript. He pulls out, his cock still contracting and his last gush shoots over the foxes body. At the last moment he pins Cloes hand on the stack "No, bad publisher, bad!". A short blush runs over her face, then her eyes wander down to his crotch, still hard, a mixture of cum and juices dripping from the tip. She sighs and turns her attention to the fox "Well, i think it is time for your reward" and strides to the bed. "No it is too early, i need some rest" thinks the fox but can only whimper.

Cloe crawls between her legs and begins the pleasurable torture. Her tongue digging deep, determined to left nothing behind, slurping and sucking. As the spring dries out she let her tongue slide over the foxed swollen bud. It was too early and too much sensation. The fox throws a tantrum, her whole body spasm. A unruly scream escapes the foxes throat, only muffled from her stuffed in panty. Squeezing out more of the seed. Cloe is satisfied with her work digging again for more. Her arms wrapped around the foxes legs, holding her trembling body in place. Cloe looks up to him "you both make a tasty couple". His cock flexes by her remark and he puts a collar around the foxes neck. Cloe "Do you think you tamed her?". He shrugs "We will see", he holds the foxes flailing head to focus her on him "If i set you free, will you behave?" he ask. The fox hears his words in her hazed mind, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy "Yes!" she screams in the gag. "Yes, but make it stop, please, just for a second." she thinks. Cloe slows down but every lick sends shivers up the foxes spine. The first sun rays hit the foxes skin, spending her warmth. He takes the gag out her mouth, a unrecognizable rag, soaked in her saliva "We don't need this any more, don't we?". The fox fox smiles in bliss "No Sir! I will be a good pet". And relaxes with a sigh at the first time since her capture, only accompanied by a occasional and involuntary shaking, every time Cloes tongue strokes over her clit. Heaving and out of breath her glazed eyes find the manuscript "C-can i read it n-now?", He laughs "I have a much better idea, i will read it to you" ...

Contains: CNC, knife play, no blood
my Rating medium, trigger warning

You don't know why your followers dare you to visit this place. They call it the "Bitch Stab Alley". You pass by in a hurry, nervous, just glancing down the alley. Just a few dumpsters and a flickering light. No blood or chalk markings on the ground. You walk the main street for another few steps, your heart pounding up your throat. Your followers surely only want to scare you, but you are a tough girl and not that easily dreaded. This better pays off, you think, hopefully cracking the 100k mark with this. You take a deep breath and start the stream on your phone. "Hi guys ... it's me, today i take on the community challenge and you all are my witness", you smile for the camera and walk in the ally. Comments flooding in "... is she really doing that? ... no way! ... she can't be this dumb! ...". You turn in the ally "Eww this is really creepy ... creepy dirty" you giggle for the views. The stench of piss and rotten garbage let you dither, but the challenge was to reach the dead end. So you step forward with small steps, carefully not to touch or step on something. You reach a red spray paint line on the ground and some text "CNC - Point of no Return". You shrug and step over it. More comments "... no girl, get out of there! ... wow, she is really doing it ... hehe, this will be a good show ...". You reach the end of the alley and touch the wall. While turning on the spot you celebrate "I did it ... yay!". The light flickers a last time and expires.

Everything happen so fast now. You are thrown against a dumpster, so hard it kicks the air out of your lungs. You drop your phone. And a hand in a black leather glove is put over your mouth and nose, the other hand holds a knife at your throat. A deep guttural voice whispers in your ear "don't move, don't say a word or you are done for". the hot breath let you shudder. Frozen in fear you are not able to move. Your brain wants you to fight and flight but your body don't react. The blade cuts your dress on your back, slowly and with relish. Your body betrays you with the only option it has left, excitement. Cold air flows over your exposed back. The tip of the blade slides over your ass cheek and creeps under your panty. The delicate fabric cuts smoothly by the touch of the cutting edge. And the now useless cover slides down on one of your legs to your ankle.
You know what comes next, no love, just raw lust. Finally the hand let you breath again, but grabs a bunch of your hair and pins your head on the dumpster. You take some quivering breaths and yelp as he enter you with a heavy thrust. The flashing blade in your face and his angrily whispered "shut up" reminds you to be silent. You bite your lips to suppress any noise and take every shocking jolt with squinted eyes. Every thrust a new quake to your core. As he bends over you, you feel his heavy breath on your back and bites your neck. No love, no passion only raw ravaging lust. He grunts and you feel his cock twitch and filling you up. Another gush deep inside you and finally he let go of you and disappears in the shadows again. You dare to breath again and sink to the ground with a breathy sigh. With shaky hands you pick up your phone and crawl out of the alley, collapsing behind the red line. Out of breath you stutter in the camera "You ... better ... subscribe". With one hand you reach between your legs to feel if everything is still in place. As you spread your fingers you pull strings of cum between them. You blow a strand of hair out of your face and tap on 'End Stream'.

Contains: pet play, short story / idea
my Rating: soft

Good morning pet. Time to get you ready for the day.

*I pull her snuggle blanket from her sleeping spot. She moans, sprawls and yawns dreamy.*

What?

*The leash is quickly locked to her collar by me before she is fully awake.*

*And i tuck the leash* Move your sexy ass. I am out early today and i make sure you set up for the day.

*She growls but crawls on all fours behind me to the bath. While i let water in the bathtub she try to convince me to get easy on her by nuzzling me. I stir the water with my hand to make sure it's the right temperature. Lifting her in the half full bathtub. While she playfully punches in the water i froth up the soap, covering her in bubbly aromatic foam. I boop a handful foam on her nose to keep her distracted while i scrub her down. Her nipples become hard*

Now you wish i would attend to you like this every day.

*No words needed, her purr tells me everything. She nods and i grab her hair, dunking her head under water, cleaning her ears. She sank her claws in my forearm, fighting back*

Easy there, i am already done.

*I pull her head up again. She gasp for air and before she can complete her disapproving pout i push a finger in her ass. Her eyes grow wide. I chuckle*

What? I make only sure you are squeaky clean everywhere.

*her face was priceless*

contains: mental and physical abuse, degrading language, sex, female POV
my ranking: soft

Boot lick Camp

The judge was relentless, it was 2 years prison or that, three month boot camp. Your attorney had whispered in your ear "take the boot camp, this will be easy". And so you sitting in a bus to a middle of nowhere fenced in compound, a few single story barracks and a big clearing with piles of rocks. You take a deep breath and let out a sigh and think, i can do it, it is just like summer camp. The bus comes to a halt and after you exit the director begins his spiel "We don't care why you are here. Everyone will be treated the same. so roll up your sleeves ladies and stick to the rules and your time here will be not that bad ...". He is rambling about the rules and your duties here but you don't care to listen anymore. Your whole being is occupied by the dreary environment. Gray in gray concrete and the pale ocher dust suffocating every variety. The most interesting is the tumbleweed outside racing in the wind. You wake up from daydreaming. "... Okay ladies, that is all. Any questions? ...". Silence, only a gust howling around the buildings. ".. Good, then get acquaintance with your rooms, dinner at exactly 1700". How boring, here is nothing to do for three months, but at least the guards are cute studs, this could become fun time after all.

Your room looks more like a prison cell, plank bed and a table to sit on, that is all. You look under the table and bed, nothing. The guard hands you a bag, "Hi, i will be your guard for your stay. If you have any problem, you come to me, i will give you simple directions, that even you will understand. What you are looking for? put all your personal belongings here, cloth, jewelry, cell phone ... everything". He stands in the door frame, hands folded on his chest, with a stone cold face, waiting. This damn bastards enjoys this. You are not shy and if he wants a show he will get one. You unbutton your shirt lasciviously, looking up to him with your head lowered playing with a hair strand. No reaction. You got more aces up your sleeve, open your bra and let your tits jump, just once, not to obvious of course. No reaction. Your eyes wander over his crotch, usually guys would slobber at this point. You unbutton your jeans and wiggle your hip until it slides down your legs. Still no reaction. That is a tough nut to crack. You cover your tits with your hands and tiptoe on the spot, turning your rear to him, straighten your legs and with one swoop pull your painty to your ankles, presenting your ass proudly. You sure you got him there, but as you look over your shoulder he has not moved a inch, unmoved by your little show. Did you lost your drive, no this can't be, he must be gay. With a sulked face you cram your clothes in the bag, frustrated you lost the game you started yourself. Bad luck girl, why do you have to get the gay one. He tugs the bag under his arm and hands you your uniform, gray of course. This potato sack fashion hides all your curves, good bye sexy look. While you put them on he explains "The bathroom is at the end of the hallway, friday is laundry day, so keep them clean or you have to do without them, dinner is in half an hour, be late and stay hungry, no exceptions" and he walks off. Damn lawyer, more easy than prison, this is prison, damn liar, he should be in here, not me.

The dining hall is another blow, or just the continuation of the overall theme. Stainless steel benches and tables cramped in a way to small room. Disillusioned you grab a bowl and line up for your food. Scrambled eggs and a boiled potato, there could be no more boring meal then this. A guard shouts "Okay ladies, dinner time .. 5 minutes ... 5 minutes". They all go crazy and stuff their faces with the meager meal. You nibble a bit on it and decide you are not hungry enough to eat that. The woman opposite of you looks at you in disdain. You put on a smile "you can have it" and offer her your bowl. The guard behind you shouts "No talking ladies!" and pokes his baton in your back "Is something wrong?". You shake your head "No, i am just not hungry". He looks baffled "Are you sure? Did you not herd the directors speech?". What is his deal "Yes of course, but i am not hungry" slightly annoyed you put the bowl down. He nods, takes a deep breath and shouts "Hoe for the hole". The other guards repeat and soon it echoes through the whole complex. You have no idea what is going on, two guards hook you under your arms, lift you up and drag you backwards out the hall and through the hallway. The people part to make room. After you overcome your shock you try reasoning "Guys ... guys, what is going on?" but they don't react. They tighten their grip as you begin to fight back. Anxious about what is going on you get panic, kicking and screaming. You thought you kick one pretty good but they just ignore you, dragging you in a dimly lid corridor and into a dark cell, tossing you down. Still confused what is going on you hear their muffled chatter behind the closed door "Fuck, she got me really good there, this becomes a bruise ... Shut up, we are not suppose to chat casually out here ... Yeah, yeah, but sometimes i think we take this a bit too far"

Stunned you sit there until your heartbeat calms down. Even after your eyes adopt to the darkness you see only shades of shadows. You crawl back to the door and bang on it "Guys? ... Guuuuyyyys?". You ramble, beg and plea, but no answer, you are all alone in the darkness. After half an hour you give up, leaning against the door you lift a hand in front of your face and turn it back and forth but you see nothing. You are not afraid of the dark, you never was. But is also eerie silent. The outside world could have stop to exist and you would not know it. You feel around to orient yourself, hoping you will find no bad surprises in here. You find the bed and lie down. It is not that bad, surely they won't let you starve. And you try to convince yourself you can stand the whole three months in here. After staring in the darkness for you don't know how long, your mind begins to play tricks on you. Was there foot steps outside? Suddenly the face of your guard appears in front of you. You startle up and if you reach for it, only to fade back in the shadows. From time to time you doze off, only to wake up spacy, feeling around in panic before you remember where you are. Besides the constant feeling of being watched, you want to being watched over, this gives you at least some comfort, some feeling of being safe. And of course you being watched. You had no way to notice the infrared camera on the ceiling, transmitting your every move. Two guards watch the stream in a office "How long is she in there? ... About three hours ... She is holding up quite well ... Just wait, even the strongest mind cracks after 6 hours ... Do you think she will give us a 'show'? ... Nah not his one, but keep the EMT on standby". You drift in and out of sleep, the border between both states of mind becomes blurry. Strange thoughts come to your mind, was this always like this and all your memories are only your imagination, hallucination to fill the ever lasting darkness? All your memories, the good and the bad, bubble up in your mind with no way to hide from them, no way to distract from them. You have to touch your hands, legs and face from time to time, just to make sure they still there. After what feel to you like days, the door finally open. The pale light from the hallway stings your eyes like the noon sun. You need a few seconds to notice this is not a hallucination. Free finally free from this prison of shadows and memories. You want to hug him for your rescue and have some contact to another human but he holds you back "no touching, follow me it is breakfast time". This can't be true You was days in there you think. You stutter still struggling to think straight again "But?... I?... Okay!".

You stumble behind, still shaking off your confusing thoughts. This time you know better and eat. It's not bad, it tasted like nothing, no hint of seasoning, not even salt. At least it fills your growling stomach. There is too less time, a guard already shouting "two minutes left ... two minutes". You speed up and the woman scoffs at you with her head down. You guess this treats you right. After the meal your guard leads you to a pile of stones "Your task for today is to move this over there" he points to the pile of rocks and a spot in the dusty ground about 10 foot away. Then he stands there like a statue, watching over you. Is he serous? You shrug and try to kick a small one. The stones are to awkward to be rolled, probably designed that way. You try to drag it, but your grip slips and you stumble on your ass. On your knees you finally was able to pull it in your lap and waddle along and drop the stone at the target place. Dust swirls up, a drop of sweat falls from your forehead and is quickly absorbed from the dry ground. You look up to your guard, proud of you pity display never worked a manual labor in your life. As he not reacts you continue your busy work. Sweat is soaking your clothes, you breath heavy, with your chest heaving fast "All done, god i am hungry". As you walk off to the dinning hall he calls you back "Where do you think you going like this?" and gestures to your clothes, drenched in your sweat and impregnated with dust. He grabs your hair and drags you to a open shower, not more than a wall, a hose and a drain on the floor. "clean them", you protest "But that's not fair, i will miss dinner", he responds cold "Either this or the hole". In fear and broken you begin to strip and wash your clothes. Now that you hear the familiar call "Eat now ladies ... you got 5 minutes" carried by the wind, you know you will go hungry to bed. He let you make jumping jacks until your clothes are only damp. Then you fall jaded in your bed. You have no strength left to cry and as soon as your head touches the pillow you out.

The next day you wake up, not from the call but from ravaging hunger. With all your muscles sore you stumble in the dining and mindlessly stuff your face with the meal, you are now like the other women in here. Broken from the exhausting mental and bodily strain. After the third day going to bed hungry, you had enough and strip down before you begin your tedious task. You fold your clothes neatly and place them on a bench. He seems not to mind, you thought even see a faint smile on his lips. Naked in the scorching sun you was able to complete your task in time. He nods "Good job, now let's get you cleaned". At the shower he orders you "arms and legs apart". He hoses you down, the water is refreshing and you close your eyes and enjoy the variation. The bristles of the brush are rough and sting on your skin, but at the first time you feel taken care of. His voice brings you back "Turn around", and he scrubs your back. He hesitates for a second but finally pushes the brush between your legs. You yelp, more by surprise then pain. He speaks softly "Too rough? i will be more careful next time". And today you fall asleep, well fed and with a smile, for the first time.

Days become weeks, they all blend together, they all the same. One day a new woman sits across of you, sniffing on her food. You hear the familiar voice of the guard "Is something wrong?". She puts her bowl down "No, yes, sorry but i won't eat that". He shrugs and you whisper to yourself "A hoe for the hole" just a second before he does. His call is echoed by every guard in the building. You don't feel pity for her, as she is dragged out screaming and kicking, some have to learn it the hard way. It was in this moment that your tangled up thoughts unravel and become one continues string, tensioned between past and future, playing the note of the present. Your enlightenment is cut by the call "two minutes left ... two minutes" and you back to eat up in haste.

Weeks become months and you don't now how much longer you can take this without going crazy. You need some diversion, some human interaction. You drop the stone and collapse on the ground. on all fours you crawl to your guard, purring and swaying your hip and ass. He looks down to you "Are you okay? Back to work!". You nuzzle his foot and lick his boot, raising your bottom like a cat in heat. He shouts "Hey! Stop that. No touching! Damn!". You wont give up that easily and give him your best show. He pushes you over with his foot, not a kick, just a stern shove "Just mind your task, there is nothing else you have to worry about but your task. Do you understand?". Fine i have other ways to have fun with you, you think. And from now on you drop every stone with a moan or grunt. Bend forward with your back arched and your legs apart, you make sure your rear always points in his direction, your naked body on display for him. You look up to him between your legs. And there it is, a reaction, his adam's apple is twitching, he swallows. You feel so relieved to finally get a human reaction out of him. After your task for today is done he scrubs you down again. His "Turn around" sounds more harsh, more angry today. You lean in, he grabs your hair ad pins your head to the wall, whispering in your ear with his hot breath "Not cool slut, i suffer here too". Finally a touch, a overwhelming feeling spreads out in your body, you get hot and cold. Finally you get some attention. His voice so full of disdain for you. But you don't care, you only feel his genuine emotions. Yes, touch me, violate me, call me names, just hold me for a little bit longer, you want to say, but you only whimper. You push your ass out, there you feel it, it is not his baton, he is hard, you can feel it pulsating with his heartbeat. You feel so connected, so alive. You can't wait to feel him inside you, he just has to ... but no. He steps back just a second you have touched him. And he is continuing cleaning you up "Spread your legs more" he orders you. What was once the highlight of your day became a torture, His slowly careful movements of the brush sliding along your crotch. The bristles stinging your labia, sliding over your clitoris. This stimulation became a a empty promise for a never occurring relieve. "Please Sir, make it quick, i can't stand it any more" you whisper and beg him. He seems to understand and this time it feels rough, no lustful sensation, only the stiff bristles stinging and irritating your skin. enough pain to cover up your sexual desire, for now.

The day of your release comes closer. In the night before you can't sleep, you did it, tomorrow you will be free, on one hand you are happy but on the other you wonder what your life will be from now on. You don't had to think in here, just follow orders, just do what your was told. You sigh and turn around. Then you hear foot steps on the hallway, slow and deliberately silent. Your door open and closes, you can feel the presence in the room. "Hey are you awake?", you know this voice soft and deep it let your body judder. You sprawl in the bed "Yes? what's now Sir?". He comes closer with a faint smile in his face "You did it, i am proud of you" and sits down on your bed "I have a little reward for you". You moan softly "Oooaah ... just a little reward? i think i have earned a big and throbbing hard reward", you brush with your finger over his crotch, locating his cock and clench it with a tight grip "I choose this" you look up to him. You see doubt in his gaze and he sighs and whispers "Okay, but you have to be quiet". You unwrap your present and give it a few strokes, but there is nothing for you to do, already rock hard, you only squeeze a drop of clear precum out. You grab his balls and guide it to you. With your other hand you pull down your pants and lift your ass, you would like to spread your legs more but the pants at your knees prevent this, his tip already parting your pussy, slowly pushing in deeper. He stirs his cock a few times and then begins to thrust, again and again, faster and faster. This is the feeling you craved so long. Every thrust let the dam, of held back lust and desire, tremble, soon i will break and flood you like a force of nature, a wave nothing can stop. You moan "Yes ... yes ...yeees". He bends over you and aspirate in your ear "quiet bitch, or we both get in trouble" But you can't help it, every thrust is a firework of way to long hold back desires. He grabs a bunch of your hair and pushes your face in the pillow to silence your lustful yelps. Every thrust drains your mind in orgasmic bliss. Nothing is important right now, only this, forgotten your agony. Everything from the last three month is culminating in this point of time. He let out a muffled grunt, he cant hold back any longer. And bury his cock as deep as possible into you. the first shot hits the back of your pussy. He pulls back and times the next thrust with his next gush, filling you up with his hot cum. Every surge makes your toes curl and your spine shiver. Out of breath he collapses onto you, pinning your whole body down with his weight, still inside you. You both enjoy the bliss soaked moment. Then he places a pin beside your head on the pillow. You see a yellow and red burning bird in the moment of raising up in the deep blue sky "What is this?" you ask. He mumbles with a raspy voice and shallow breath "Your actual reward". You turn the pin, engraved on the back you read "You did it! - Phoenix Girls - 2025". You close your hand around and clench. The end

My cunt crawls on all fours in the living room, not fishing for attention, just casually crawling towards me while i watch a football match. She sticks her head between my legs. And i look down to her "What are you doing?". She giggles "Nothing Sir, enjoy your play" and unzips my pants. It becomes hard ... to focus on the match, but she keeps going. I lean back and look at the clock and think "Lets see how long she can keep this up". And she keeps going, no rush, no haste, like breaking waves, up and down, as matter of course. My attention for the screen is dwindling, i look down at her, she looks up to me, but keeps the rhythm steady. "Are you okay?" i ask. She blinks and keeps going. I lean back, let out a sigh and enjoy the moment. After a while i look at the clock, already 7 minutes and i wonder how long she will keep this up. I decide to not intervene and see where this is going. Damn she is good, Her tongue is moving up and down my shaft in the rhythm of her bobbing head. Her tongue tip is not quite reaching to my balls but she try to reach for it every time. Soon she will master this also, i am sure of it. She just looks up to me with her big innocent eyes while i tax her, she don't becomes nervous from my grading look or speeds up, her mind fully occupied by her tasks, she just keeps going. I don't know how much longer i will last, she picked up my lessons very fast and i must wonder if she secretly training with a dildo. It is too much for me to look in her eyes, i fight the urge to grab her hair and push her head down. I look up at the ceiling. This helps not very long and i explode in her mouth but she keeps going. No gagging no coughing, she did not even flinches. She looks up to me as nothing has happens. She don't try to dribble it out, i can hear her gulp and she keeps going. Her rhythm is just perfect, not too fast, not too slow and as i look back down to her i know i would not go soft today. Her velvet lips sealed around my shaft, her tongue sliding over the underside of my gland every time she pulls back. I turn my focus back to the screen but i can't say, for the hell of it, which team even played. She must give up at some point in time so i let her keep going. A look at the clock tells me it is 34 minutes later as she first crawled in. I look back down to her and she keeps eye contact. I search in her face for any signs of fatigue or frustration, no, she just keeps going. I know what to say to make her stop "cunt, i claim you". She stops mid stroke but just for a second. after a quick blink, she is back on her task. I can't hold back any longer, animalistic lust burns in my veins. I grab her ponytail and pull her head back. The seal of her lips got broken with a wet plop, a string of saliva and cum still connecting us. I hold her head a few inches away from the tip, with her tongue out she is still trying to reach it. Spacy i bring out "That is enough, head down ass up". She dropped on the floor before i finish my sentence and presents me her glistering pussy. So it took a toll on her too. I mount her, knowing i would not be able to cum for some time but i ravaged her anyway. I fucked her through the sunset in to the night. Every suppressed squeal, every moan just got me rallied up even more.

I think she got what she want to accomplish this day. And i will never forget her face.

... i never had the urge to bring my fantasies to life. I am sure i would be disappointed. What is stronger than a unfulfilled desire? Although i love to explore and build up on it. I love to role play, mostly in text. But no one has time for this these days any more. So i write another story by my own. Perhaps somebody will read it and will turn away shocked and disgusted. But i know deep down in you something rings, a strange resonance from the long forgotten lizard brain part of ours. I always wondered where this desires came from, trauma, collective subconscious, memories from a former life? It keeps a riddle to me because i am nothing like that in real life ...

... i walk aimless through the slave market. My last toy did not last long. in a few days she will beg me to take her back. It is no easy life in the mines, way harder than to please me with her holes or take the whip if she breaks a plate

I quickly forget about her as something peeks my interest. This one looks good. I step on her spreader bar to pin her feet to the ground. She grunts and murmur in the leather hood, she knows a new customer is about to inspect her. The price tag dangles on her nipple ring and i give it a quick tug and she reacts with squirming and bucking, but the hook on the top of the hood keeps her in place. She is cheap for sure, but will i take on the trouble to train one? I rather would buy a fully trained, fully conditioned, who will drain my balls skillfully and eagerly. Lost in thought i reach between her legs and let a finger slide along her slit, paring her labia. Her breath goes faster, her chest is heaving. Yes i thought so, dry i get aware of as i rub my index and thumb together. I must say she is healthy and strong. Every touch of me let her body tremble, she pulls on the arm binder but the sturdy leather keeps her arms neatly folded on her back. I brush my fingers up over her belly to her breasts. groping and squeezing them. She reacts wit vigor twisting and shaking of her upper body, which only makes her tits jiggle and jump even more. How mesmerizing. I come a bit closer to reach for her ass and she freezes as my hard cock in my pants pokes at her belly. But the slap on her ass brings her out of her stupor. A muffled scream and some inaudible come from under the hood. "nnnnnhh ... hhmmfff ... ggghhh". I grin "what? you want more?". Not sure if she can hear me or not. Usual they kept under strict visual and auditory deprivation. It is way more easy to handle them in such state. Blind and deaf, completely helpless. Squirming like a worm on a fishing hook. I give her another slap on her ass. Harder this time and a red imprint of my hand says on her ass cheek. Her whole body tenses up from the pain. Frustrated she try to shake off the pain. Her ass and tits jiggle like in a sexy dance, as if she try to seduce me.

The slave trader comes closer "A great choice, isn't she a beauty. But you don't want to see her face or have a test ride?". I look back at him confused "Excuse me .. what? I don't buy this feisty slut". He points his cane on her ass and pokes the red imprint "But you clearly have marked her with your seal as your property" and he smiles back at me almost too happy to get rid of this useless eater. I guess this would count as my seal in front of a judge. Damn she tricked me and now i am suck with her. I clear my throat "ahem ... yes that is right" not willing to to admit her body got me carried away. And i give her another slap on the other side to match it up and give me the chance to pay her back a bit.

The trader opens the locks on her restrains. I protest "What are you doing?". He "At this price the gear i obviously not included. But for a little extra fee i give you a shock collar, this should bring her home easily". And there it is again, this perfect fake merchant smile. I sigh "fine" and put the collar around her neck. Inside two metal pads and outside a little black box. I pull it tight before locking it. The chain is attached to a trigger inside, if the tension is too high it will trigger a shock, just painful enough to subdue and make her follow me like a lamb.

At first the hood comes off, depraved of light her eyes blink to adjust to the bright environment. After weeks or months in there she must be overwhelmed now by al the sensations flushing in. Tears run down he cheeks, she turns her head in fear by every little noise around. I remove the gag, long gooey strings of saliva break and dripping slowly down. She inhales sharply and moves her jaw. A funny mix of fear and gratitude in her face let me grin "Hello there slave, i am your new master". She try to speak but only inaudible stutters come out. This will take a day or two until she get used to it again. "Take it easy, there is no need to rush" and i brush over her face a strain of sweat soaked hair behind her ear to have a good look at her. Her lips tremble, eyes restless. Sweat runs down her forehead and glisters in the sunlight. I lift her chin and turn her head from side to side, so soft and delicate features.

The trader push a rubber stamp on her chest and leaves the slave transfer stamp in black ink behind. This gives me a week until i have to put my permanent mark on her as my property. i tug on the cain "let's go, we should start your training as soon as possible". The tension of the chain triggers a shock. Her body spasm and she gasp for air. I cant say if by pain or surprise but the rest of the way home she makes sure to follow closely ...