A bit more Darker than Dark

It has been TWO YEARS since I last posted something here and now I have returned.  

I have a couple of new stories to share  based on where I was for two years and rest assured they are going to be interesting and best of all fully true.

I am a much happier guy then before I left but I am not sure I am going to change much as I kind of like the darkness here in my blog and profile.

I am looking for a new female slave in the 45 to 50 age range so if there is anyone out there looking to become a permanent slave to a very intense sadistic Master drop me a not and we can talk and make some happen.

Well hope you all have a very good holiday.  Blog at you later gator.

Lord Steele

This is part 2 of the story of how Anne was taken by Lord Steele in revenge of the death of his niece Lory Walker.  The Anne stories are actually based on one of my long time partners that wanted both the actual experience as well as a story to go with it.  It was a challenging request and over time I have changed and edited these stores to make them more interesting (at least to me) and I have only recently released these stories as a memorial and memory of someone that was one of a kind.

Enjoy

Lord Steele

As awareness slowly returned to Anne so did various sensations, some very unfamiliar and others unexpected. For one, there was something very large that completely filled her mouth. It pressed her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. There was just enough movement possible for Anne to recognize the shape and the plastic taste told her is was a very large cock gag. It filled her mouth from front to back, there was no way she could expel the large cock from her mouth because something was pushing on it from the front and Anne could not move her jaw. In fact, Anne was also blind, she could feel the soft pads pressing against her eyes and there were more pads covering her ears. There was something in her ears which along with the pads completely blocked all sound. The only thing she heard was her breathing and her rapid heartbeat as the fear started to rise in her.

Anne knew she had to remain calm. Her nose was also blocked so her only source of air was the small hole in the mouth gage. If she panicked she would never be able to take in enough air to keep from passing out and there was a lot more happening than the hood very tightly enclosing her head like a second shin. Anne took stock of her situation and could feel the stiff collar around her neck, it not only made sure the hood would not be coming off but it went from collar bone to chin and prevented her from moving her head at all.

Next Anne could feel the bands around her wrists being held behind her back, using her fingers she could tell these were steal bands around her wrists with a short chain between the cuffs. The same feeling just above her elbows told Anne that her arms were very securely bound behind her back. This explained the other unexpected sensation. Anne was naked and the way her arms were bound caused her tits to stick out prominently. Anne knew she was naked because there was a slight breeze hitting her nipples and pussy. She was on full display and the slut in her was betraying her causing her arousal to grow the more she contemplated her situation, for a second she imagined herself on full display in front of her captor. His eyes hungrily looking at all her most private parts waiting for the right moment to take her and use her as his toy.

Anne shook her head and more felt than heard the heavy chains that linked her hood to somewhere above holding her head erect. Anne could also feel the chains that linked the cuffs together and to the collar she was wearing. The panic started to return as Anne realized just how helpless she was. Anne’s legs were spread wide and there were tight cuffs above her knees and on her ankles. She was also wearing boots that covered her legs from her crotch to her feet. Her feet were forced into a point and Anne realized that she was wearing skin tight ballet boots. Anne was glad to be on her knees and not her toes. Anne was trapped in very tight steel and chain bondage. It was solid and unmoving. Anne could not even struggle she was pinned like some object on her knees with her head held tightly in a submissive way.

“Hello Anne” the voice in her ears suddenly said, it so startled Anne that she jumped in her chains and let out a gagged squeal. Immediately pain exploded from her nipples and ass. The electrical shock was strong and deeply cut into the very fabric of her being. It seem to go on for hours but only lasted a few seconds. When the shock stopped Anne realize she had not taken a breath and was now struggling for air. Anne wanted to whimper but stopped herself. Clearly there was a microphone at her throat and not knowing just how sensitive it was decided not to make any sound less she have to endure another shock.

“Excellent Anne” said the familiar voice, “Very good indeed, you are a fast learner most slaves have to get shocked 3 or 4 times before they make the connection between sound and pain.” The shock had cleared the last fuzzy bits from Anne’s brain and everything was now in very share focus. It was Kory who had been kind to her on the beach and offered her water and had brought her to the most incredible orgasm she had experience in a long time. Who was he and what did he want with her.

“I am sure you have a lot of questions so let me explain” said the voice. “You are not the only pretty young girl to come to attention, there are lots of beautiful sexy young women like you, who come here looking for a private place to sun bath away from the leering men. I allow you to come and get comfortable, I protect you from onlookers and other people. You have been under carful observation from the very first day you came here. I took your picture and sent it out to some friends of mine who will pay top dollar to own you as their personal slave. Once a buyer chooses you they pay a deposit, I capture them, put them into a hood and ballet crotch boots like you are wearing then chain you to the inside if a heavy cage. The cage will be placed into a special crate that has 6 inches of sound proof foam and a lead shield so no one can hear you and you will be hidden from airport scanners. To further make sure you don’t try to call for help a sound detecting system will deliver a very powerful shock to your nipples and ass. There are also electrodes at your throat that will paralyze your vocal cords also preventing you from making any sound. This is only used if you continue to struggle and make noise once you are all packed up. We don’t like using this as long term exposure will destroy your lovely voice and you will be silent for the rest of your life.”

“Well it is time to pack you up and get you ready to be shipped to you new owner” said the voice. Anne wanted to scream but controlled herself not wanting to endure another shock. “By the way” the voice continued “the earbuds you are wearing will be use to prepare you for your new life as a slave. You will be treated to a constant stream of reminders that you are a sex slave, you exist only to please your new Master. I hope you enjoy your trip and say hi to your new Master for me. I hear he is very dominate and demanding. He will much enjoy breaking you to his will. Good bye Anne, good luck in your new life, the sooner you accept it the sooner your will start to enjoy this new life.”

Once again Anne heard a chuckle from Kory, as she felt the walls of the crate surround the cage. Soon the voice in her ears changed to her own voice telling her she was a sex slave, a horny cunt and her mouth, pussy and ass belonged to her new Master and Owner. Anne knew she should be afraid and sad about what was to happen. Anne would never see her family again and they would never know what happened to her but what really surprised Anne was that instead of crying about what was happening, her pussy was swollen and dripping with desire. Anne was very horny and wanted to be fucked hard or at the very least fingered again. Anne was starting a new life, one she had no idea what it was going to be like but one her pussy wanted to fully explore.

To Be Continued

This is another installment in my "Rita" series, this time we look into the capture of one of Rita's school mates, Anne.  This story also talks about Rita's other friend Molly who also died (or maybe not).  Rita, the leader, Molly and Anne were three self entitled bitches that terrorized other girls in their High School.  One girl they were the most brutal with was Lory Walker a classmate who was totally unprepared for the brutality these girls were going to subject her to.  One night after one particularly brutal day, Lory felt she had nothing to live for and ended her suffering.

These bitches did not know that Lory had an Uncle, Kory Steele, one of the wealthiest men anywhere.  Kory Steele also had a very dark and sadistic side, this was the part of Kory Steele these bitches were going to become very well acquainted with, it would be only a matter of time.

Taking Anne

"No Mom I am not coming back for the 5th Anniversary of Rita Stonewell's death" said an exasperated Anne, "How fucking macabre can that be, Rita drove off a cliff and died, Why would I want to come back home for that shit?"  "No Mom I really could care less, Rita was a self entitled bitch that loved to torture all the other girls in school, as far as I am concerned she got what was coming to her."  Anne rolled her eyes for the fifth time. "I am done talking about this, goodbye Mom."  Anne clicked the hang-up button on her cell phone and tossed it aside.  "God damn that bitch can really wind me up!"  Anne looked over her desk at all the various bookings she was working on, four weddings one with the latest Hollywood couple, three corporate getaways, and seven élite vacations for the wealthiest families.  Anne sat back and smiled.  Taking this job as Event Planner at this exclusive boutique resort had been the dream job of a lifetime.  In only five years she had tripled the income of the resort and was in line to become the Property Manager and she would go from a six figure salary to a seven figure salary.  Anne shuddered slightly at the thought of all that money, or was it the thought of her friends Rita's and Molly's deaths.  "God we were a real terror squad in High School, it still turned Anne on to think about all the girls they had tortured mostly with words but a few they had physically tortured as well.  Anne closed her eyes and thought about how they had stripped the girls and tied them to a bed and then video taped them being introduced to dildos and vibrators.  Then that God Damn Lory decided to kill herself and ruined everything.

Anne shook herself from her daydream and found that she had dampened her panties.  "Shit, I got to stop doing this during work", Anne said to herself. There are plenty of co-workers that would love to gossip about her getting off in her office, Anne knew she had to be on her very best behavior until she secures the Property Manager position.  Anne looked at the clock, "Cool it is 3:00 O'clock, beach time!"  Anne smiled to herself, she can go to her room clean up shower and then take in some beach time before dinner and the nightlife of the island.  Anne put all of her papers and documents into her desk and lock the drawer, then turned out the light as she left and locked her office door.  A few steps to the Executive Elevator and up to the Executive Floor where her apartment was located.  Anne took a shower and then dressed in her barely there bikini and then put on a sheer top.  Neither the bikini or top covered much of anything and she loved all the admiring stares she got as she exited the main elevator into the Lobby of the Resort and headed out to the private beach.

Anne set the beach towel down next to her bag. She looked up and down the white sand beach and saw no one else was around. Anne loved this beach, it was a private beach and no one bothered her. It was deserted and clean and the sand was always warm and so inviting. Anne took off her sandals, and placed them into her bag. From the bag she took out a bottle of sun tan oil and started covering her body with the sweet scented oil. Anne wish she had someone who she could share this beach with who would rub the oil into her back but the thought made her sigh to herself, Anne knew her career came first and she had not had time to find a true friend.

Anne push the depressing thoughts from her mind and lay down on the beach towel on her back. The other reason she loved this beach was it allowed her to wear her smallest string bikini it barely covered her nipples and her pussy and only a very thin string went up her ass to connect with the thin strings at her hips. Anne let the warm sand and even warmer sun melt all her cares away and soon she was sleeping and dreaming some very erotic dreams about pirates and knights all of whom wanted to possess the beautiful Princess Anne.

“Miss”, Miss”, “Are you OK Miss?” The voice intruded into her dream and with a start she realized that she was no longer alone on the beach. Anne opened her eyes and looked to where the voice was coming from. “Miss, are you OK? Do you need some water”, Anne followed the voice to an outstretched hand with a bottle of water. Anne took the bottle and notice that is was chilled. Anne opened the new bottle and took a sip. The water was cool and refreshing, with a hint of lime and something else.  Anne took a longer drink of the cool refreshing liquid, and it was wonderful. Anne place the cap back on and went to hand it back.

“Keep it” the voice said. Anne focused on the person speaking and was rewarded with the sight of perfect six-pack abs, Anne looked more and found that the abs were connected to two muscular arms and two very toned legs and then Anne saw the bulge of the swimming trunks and she felt a warmth starting to grow between her legs.  His bright Hazel eyes were fixed on hers and they never wandered to the rest of her body.

“Hello” Anne said watching this man carefully “Thank you for the water, I must have fallen asleep. “

“Yes this beach will do that”, the man said still smiling, “Are you a guest here at the Resort?  What is your name?”   “Anne” said Anne "No I am not a guest I work here at the Resort. What's your name?"  "Kory" said Kory, "I am glad to meet you Anne, I am staying here at the Resort, I have business here on the Island".   

Anne turned toward him and opening her legs slightly so he could get a good look at all of her. Anne knew she had an attractive body. Many men would try to date her but they only want the body and not the complete package. Anne was smart and wanted more than just sex. She wanted more than a hook-up, Anne wanted a partner, someone that would treat her as an equal. Kory's eyes never left hers, Oh well she thought, it was worth the try. Anne sat there and waited for the standard come on.

“Well” he started, “I have seen you on this beach before and I figured you wanted to be left alone. The only reason I came out here was I noticed you had not moved in over three hours and I was very concerned for your welfare.”

Anne was stunned. Here was a man who seem to actually be concerned for her and so far has not mistreated her or acted rudely to her. In fact he was treating her as an equal and with respect.

“Thank you” was all Anne could get out this was not at all what she was expecting.

“You are welcome” said Kory. “Well I'll let you get back to your sunbathing” Kory stood up and started to turn to go..

“Kory” Anne said a little unsure of herself. Kory turned back. “Could I ask a favor of you please?”

Kory's smile dimmed a little; wearily he said “Depends on the favor.”

Anne blushed slightly at the double meaning request she had made and his response, “Could you please cover my back with the sun tan oil? I never can cover it properly and would greatly appreciate you help.”

The broad smile returned to the Kory’s face, “I think I can do that, sure.”

Anne handed Kory the oil and then turned over on her stomach. Kory poured out a generous amount into his large hands. He rubbed his hands together then gently and firmly placed his hands on her shoulders. Anne was instantly aware of Kory's strength. He rubbed her shoulders working the oil into her skin and also massaging her muscles, it was heaven. Kory then moved to her neck and again firmly but gently rubbed the oil into her skin and also skillfully worked the stiff muscles. It was the best massage she had ever had, and the fact this was a stranger doing this started to work on her arousal. Anne struggled to not let out a sigh or gasp, she did not want Kory to know what he was doing to her but she also did not want it to stop. Kory continued to work down her back working the oil into her skin and the tension out of her muscles. The man stopped when he arrived at the stings of her bikini bottom, it took all of her will to not beg him to continue.

“There you go Anne; you should be fully protected from the sun.” Kory said as he started to get to his feet. Without thinking Anne heard herself ask Kory to do her legs as well. Still smiling he agreed and knelt down by her legs. Anne braced for what was coming, if rubbing her back was so stimulating what he does to her legs will likely blow her mind.

Anne was right, Kory started at her feet his firm rubbing was unbelievable. He slowly and firmly rubbed her feet than move up her legs. Anne could feel the arousal building inside her and soon she could feel the beginning of an orgasm. This man she did not know and who was clearly interested only in her welfare was about to give her an incredibly huge orgasm. His hands were only centimeters from her throbbing pussy when he stopped. Anne almost screamed but barely kept herself in control.

“OK Anne that should protect your legs” he said, “Wait!!” Anne almost shouted, taking a deep breath to regain some self control. “Would you also do my bottom please?” Anne panted.

“Well I don’t know Anne. We don’t really know each other and we just met. I don’t want you to feel I am being too familiar with you.” Anne mind was racing. It was all she could do to keep herself under control and not beg this man, this stranger, to finish what he had started.

“It is OK, you have been so kind to me, I think I can trust you to not molest me (“Yes Yes molest me take me now right here on this beach, please make me cum?” Anne thought to herself, and then blushed as she realized just how excited she was and what a little slut it was making her into)

“OK Anne, I’ll finish the job” he said and Anne thought “Oh Yes please, finish me off”
Again Anne braced herself for that first touch and as expected it was wonderful. He started where he had stopped at her bikini strings and slowly worked his way down her ass. Firmly rubbing and caressing her ass he then move to the sides of her ass and start work toward her asshole and pussy. When the touch came it caught Anne completely off guard. A light stroke across one pussy lip, it was a very light touch, Anne was not sure at first it happen but the effect on her pussy was immediate and overwhelming. The orgasm hit her like a large transport truck. It flooded over her in one large wave, it was like nothing she had ever experienced. Then the other hand stroked lightly across the other pussy lip and a second wave as large as the first washed over her. Anne could no longer contain herself she screamed as two more waves washed over her and then as one more wave washed over her mind Anne fell into darkness…

To be continued...

It seems to be the newest BDSM phase.  Everyone is a Brat.

What is a Brat.  That depends on who you listen to.

Well since you are listening to me I'll tell you my idea of a Brat.

This is a woman that loves to be submissive but wants her Master to work for it.  To put in some effort to make the "scene" more than just her rolling over and being tied then fucked.

Don't get me wrong she really wants to be fucked but on her terms.  

She may spend a lot of time getting dressed, getting her hair done just right, getting her nails done and putting on makeup.  She has invested a lot of time and energy in making herself beautiful and alluring and the last thing she wants is not to be appreciated for all the effort. 

This thing called BDSM is more of a mind set than something to attain.  As you are well aware (or at least you damn better well be) of it begins with TRUST but it is much much more than that.  It is also about SHARING and HONESTY and being AWARE.

When your sub goes out of their way to be extra sexy, beautiful and alluring then TAKE FUCKING NOTICE, take a shower put on some clean clothes, make an effort to look attractive.  Believe me if you do this for her she will pay you back a hundred fold.  

And for all you VANILLA couples out there this applies to you as well.  Open your eyes to your Partner, look at them as if this was your first encounter. 

Guys be nice to her, treat her well.  Don't be a DICK, unless your name is RICHARD but still don't be a DICK.

And to that young couple just starting out in BDSM, RELAX, take a deep breath and relax, first enjoy each others company, explore each others body intimately and get very comfortable doing so and just let it happen.  No pressure, no performance, just be together and let it happen when it is time.  You are young and have you whole life ahead of you.

Lord Steele

The most powerful tool a Dom can have is a hood.

Of the two shown here my favorite is the thick padded leather hood on the right.

It blocks all sound and sight and comes with a cock gag.  I have kept slaves in this for 3 or 4  days.

Makes breaking them very easy.  The latex hood is a real torture to wear.

It keeps the heat in and becomes unbearable very quickly.  It has a mouth sleeve that 

I have cut out because it is too long, but there is a hard rubber ring that keeps the mouth open

much like a ring gag.  If you spread a light coating of corn starch on the back of the latex hood, 

once the wearer starts sweating the insane itching sets in and after about an hour of that the 

wearer is willing to do anything to get the hood off.  

Hmmm.... Maybe the Latex hood is my favorite after all.

Lord Steele

Wow where does time go? I had to go out of town on "business", a very old and good friend of mine had passed away and I was the executor of his estate.  He has no other family and only a sometimes girlfriend.  It is amazing all the detritus we accumulate over a lifetime.  Took me two months to go through everything, sort out all his accounts and close them down and then prep his property for sale. 

The only thing I took from his estate was his whiskey collection although he had left everything to my care to "dispose of as you see fit".  Shortest Last Will and Testament I have ever seen.  Three lines total:

I am of sound fucking mind when I wrote this. 

I leave everything to the care of my executor, (my legal name). 

Just take all my shit and dispose of it as you see fit.

Signed

(my friend's signature)

That's it nothing else.  His whole life wrapped up in three lines, I'll miss the old SOB, we had some really good times in our youth.  I was reminded of a song by Alan Parsons of the Alan Parson Project, the song is called Old and Wise.  Look it up some time on youtube.com it expresses my feelings right now.

Here is one last toast for an fine old friend  RIP

Lord Steele

Thank you to all that loved my first blog post and I really enjoyed the comments.

This time I decided to share a short story that was inspired by real events.  Names and some other details have been change for obvious reasons.

The Spoiled Rich Bitch

Part 1 the Crash

Rita was Daddy's girl, she could talk Daddy into anything and the proof of this was the sports car she was racing around the hills of her neighborhood.  With the top down and her natural blonde hair blowing in the wind Rita felt wild and free and pressed down hard on the accelerator peddle as the car came out of the last curve and onto a short straight that goes into a very tight blind left.  When Rita tried to take the hard left curve the car failed to respond and crashed through the guard rail, the car skidded across the manicured lawn, struck a tree and turned over and became airborne.  Then sailed over the cliff and crashed in a huge fireball at the base of the cliff on the 7th green of the posh  Country Club Golf Course.  The four men that were on the green were more upset that their golf game was interrupted than that someone could have been hurt in the crash.

As  the firemen where hosing down the crumpled wreckage of the sports car the police chief turned to the fire chief "So there is no doubt it was Rita Stonewell's car?" "None, here is the registration we recovered from the car, we were lucky to recover that, the car's magnesium aluminum alloy frame burned at over 4,000 degrees and vaporize everything in the car." said the fire chief.  The police chief signed heavily, "God I hate this part of my job, the worst part will be the lack of any body remains for the family".  The fire chief nodded "Better you than me, frankly I can't stand that family, a bunch of entitled assholes and the daughter was the worst" "I know" acknowledged the police chief "Just keep your feelings and comments to yourself, you don't want to be on their bad side right now"  The fire chief Nodded "yes I understand you heard nothing from me"  The fire chief turned to monitor the final cleanup and the police chief turned toward his car to go and check on the officers at the top of the cliff.  "At least the homeowner is a fairly nice guy" the police chief thought to himself, "Wish the other wealthy homeowners in his town were half as nice as Kory Steele".

The Kory Steele property was the largest estate in town some 30 acres with various sheds, barns and other buildings scattered about the property but the most important structure was the main house.  A large ornate entrance It clearly spoke of the wealth of the owner.  People rarely entered the house, Mr. Steele never held parties and did not tolerate visitors unless they were invited and as far as the police chief knew no one was ever invited.  As far as anyone knew Kory Steele lived in the large house alone except for the servants and caretakers who lived on the property.  As the police chief pulled up he saw his lead detective talking to a large man in formal attire. That would be James the butler/body guard.  Standing 6' 10, James was rumored to be a former football player.  James towered over all of his officers and his deep baritone voice could be heard above all of the noise and activity of the crash scene investigation.  "How is it going detective" asked the police chief.  "Just wrapping up Chief, James just provided copies of the house security video we got some very clear images of the accident.  Looks like the driver was going way to fast for the curve and lost control of the car.  It struck a tree and became airborne and the car and driver sailed over the cliff.  The driver never had a chance."  The police chief nodded and said "OK well lets wrap this up as soon as you can I don't want to disturb  Mr. Steele any more that we have too" "Yes Chief" as the detective turned to go collect the investigation team.  The police chief turned to James "James, is Mr. Steele available I wanted to give him a report of our findings"  James looked down at the police chief, "Sorry sir but Mr. Steele is not at home right now I expect him back late tonight. If there is anything you wish me to convey to Mr. Steele I will be happy to pass it on to him."  "No that is OK" said the police chief, " just wanted to let him know we should be done with our investigation and that we will not be disturbing him any longer."  "Very good sir, I will informed Mr. Steele when he returns" said James as he turned to return to the house.  The police chief got into his car and drove off the property.  James entered the study and said, "The police have concluded their investigation and seem to have decided that the young lady Rita Stonewell was killed in the crash, sir".  "And how is Ms. Rita Stonewell doing?" " "Resting in the third floor cell, she has been heavily sedated, she suffered only minor bruises and scrapes, no broken bones or internal injuries.  The doctor said she was very lucky" replied James.  "Good, we will let her rest for a couple of days then we will start her re-training, she will make a very nice house slut don't you think James?" "Yes sir she certainly will sir" agreed James. "will there be anything else Sir?" "Yes tell the cook to have dinner ready in 1 hour"  "Yes Sir" said James as he turned and left the room.  Kory Steele was left alone in his study reading the papers and reports from his business dealings as a evil smile started to form on his face as he thought about his latest acquisition and the training session she would be going through, Yes it always pleased him when where was fresh pussy to train.

Part 2 a new Life

Rita awoke slowly the thick fog in her head taking its time to clear.  The first thing Rita noticed was that she was naked and then she noticed the steel bands around her wrists and ankles, then the nipple rings. Rita was suddenly very awake and she examined the band and rings and as far as she could tell there was no seam, no way for any of them to come off.  Rita stood up from the bed and looked around the room and took stock of her situation.  She was in a room with no windows, bright florescent lights lite the room. In the center of the room was the bed she was laying on when she woke up and someone had stripped her and attached steel bands on her wrists and ankles and pierced her nipples.  Rita felt the anger start to boil over and she opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out.  Rita was shocked, she tried to scream or speak or even hum and nothing happened there was no sound at all.  Rita placed her hand at her throat and felt another steel band around her neck.  Rita noticed the small sink and toilet in the corner and went over and looked at herself in the mirror.  It was then that Rita discovered that her nose and ear lobes have also been pierced with the same rings.  The mirror was angled down and Rita found that her pussy and clit were also pierced.  Rita started to cry and threw herself on the bed.  What had happened to her and where was she.  The last thing she remembered was her car going out of control and heading to the cliff. How she ended up here, where ever here was, she had no idea.

The door to her room opened and Rita looked up and saw a very large man standing in the doorway.  Rita's first thought was to run but she realize there was no way she could get past this giant.  He stepped into the small room and seemed to almost fill it.  He reached down and grabbed her arm and with no effort lifted her to her feet. He then grabbed her other arm and pull both behind her back and Rita heard a distinctive "click" and her wrists were locked behind her back.  The giant then took a length of chain from his pocket and held one end to the front of her collar and heard  that same "click" and the end attached to her collar the other end of the chain ended in a large ring that the giant held in his hand.  Without a word he turned and pulled on the chain forcing Rita to follow.  Rita was led through the large house and as they walked Rita saw other women all performing various tasks all naked and adorned with cuffs and piercings like hers.  They all ignored her focusing on their tasks. Finally after what seemed like hours of walking, they arrive at a large ornate door, the giant knocked twice and from inside was heard "come in".  The giant opened the door and pulled Rita into room that looked like an office.  There were plush chairs and a couch, a small table in one corner and a very large desk dominated one end of the room.  In the center of the room was a metal framework.  The giant led Rita to the framework and forced her to kneel.  Her ankle cuffs were secured to the base of the framework pulling her legs open.  The giant then forced a large ring into her mouth and secured it with straps around her head.  Rita felt a cord being attached to the strap at the top of her head and pulled back to her wrists.  as the cord was tightened her head was forced back.  She was then bent at the waist and her nipple rings secured to two cords attached to the base.  There was no doubt in Rita's mind what was coming next and tried to control the fear that was rising up inside her.  The man behind the desk was working and seemed not to take any notice of her, this went on for a while.  Rita wanted to scream to tell him to get on with it the pain in her knees and neck were becoming unbearable, she tried to shift position to gain even some small amount of relief but it did not help. "Hello Rita, remember me?" the man behind the desk was now seated before her. "I am Kory Steele, Lord Steele to you" Rita saw the smile on Lord Steele's face grow as she remembered him.  "Yes Rita that Lord Steele, we last met at the funeral of my niece Lory Walker,  you remember Lory, the girl you and your fiends bullied until she killed herself" Rita's fear suddenly seized her and in full panic all she wanted to do was run away and escape. "There now Rita, there is no escape for you, as far as your family is concerned you are dead and I have decided to make you my house fuck toy.  You are going to spend the rest of your life being fucked by every man and sucking every woman on the property.  So lets get started.   James, what hole would you like to use first?"  "The ass, sir" James said, Rita looked over and saw the giant standing there naked with the largest cock she had ever seen. "Excellent choice James, please proceed" James walked behind Rita and placed his hand on Rita's ass. He then place the head of his cock at the opening of her ass and started to push.  Rita felt her ass being forced to accept the massive cock and it just kept coming deeper and deeper into her ass.  Rita was sure she was being split wide open.  James slowly pulled out and then pressed back in. Rita had never been fucked in the ass like this before despite the pain it was also very pleasurable and was arousing her sexual desire and lust.  Rita was presented with a shaved pussy pressing against her ring gagged mouth and Rita started licking it with her tongue.  Soon Rita was lost in the sexual desire and lust she worked hard to please the owner of the cunt at her mouth and also tried to squeeze the cock pounding her ass. Then the cock exploded in her ass filling her with its load of hot sperm, followed next by the cunt at her mouth also cumming,  Rita was spent and hung in her bondage as she tried to make sense of what had happened. 

"James, take her down to the staff break room and set her up there, make sure the staff understands she can be used anyway they desire that she is their toy, no limits"  "Yes sir and thank you sir the staff will greatly appreciate the gift" said James as he released Rita from the framework and led her from Lord Steele's office.  A smile formed on James' face as he thought of all the fun he is going to have with this house cunt, the last one had only lasted a month, maybe this one will last longer.

My first blog post.

I think my profile tells it like it is.  I am that guy that you know is total harmless but then you discover has been burying bodies in the basement for decades

My dark side is very dark and cold.  many slaves I have had really hated that part of me because that is where the really hard and extreme stuff comes from.  The light side of me is so loving and caring it can be interesting even to me how my mind works.

Vanilla females have no clue how close they are to something so extreme and evil.

I have no idea where this blog will go but if you want to meander along with me feel free but just remember this is my blog and if you don't like to go find another.  I am not here to please you just letting my brain wander and explore new avenues.