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His female friends would tell him that heels on jeans were a fashion nono, but like most men he kind of liked it. I want you to tell me everything about yourself, your sexual experiences, and most importantly about your dreams and fantasies. So my first question will be about losing your virginity. He looked at her with his piercing blue eyes: Being my slavegirl not only means I own your body, but also, and more importantly, I own your mind. His name was Peter, he'd been her boyfriend for almost a year, they were both 16, it was during the afternoon, his parents were away so they were in his room, she sucked him off a little, he fumbled with the condom for what seemed like half an hour, it didn't hurt too much. Did you never try to coax them into doing something more exciting? Well, ever since I was a child, I've dreamed about being kidnapped. One of the pirates or vikings would come to the cage at night and rip my shirt off, leaving me topless, roughly handling my breasts. Even though I didn't resist, they would hurt me anyway. I would have to bend over his knee, or the table, he would tell me to pull up the skirt of my school uniform and pull down my panties, and then he'd belt me. What he didn't know however, was that once I was safely in my bed with the door closed, my hand would go between my legs. Three abstract paintings covered the walls on one side, the rest was mainly windows overlooking the garden. You will have to find another way to get back into shape. I want this ugly fat roll gone as soon as possible, you understand? Each end had a shackle which he attached to the rings on her wrist bracelets, her arms in front of her now. Again he gently caressed her body, slowly sliding his fingertips from her neck down her back, touching her ass ever so lightly, then going around to her stomach and up to her tits. It was a thin leather riding crop with a flat, square leather tip. Her eyes were following the crop, she looked at it as if she expected him to whip her nipple any moment. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he took a practice swing in the air. It took her a few moments to realize nothing had happened, her mind conditioned to expect impact after the sound. She went through the same cycle; the hissing sound of the crop slicing through the air, the impact, her body tensing, the pain, sharp at first then slowly easing, and getting ready for the next hit.But also because any additional mental picture would break the magic. There were some fleeting encouters, kissing and feeling and fingering and a few blowjobs, but nothing more. He only lost his virginity at 18, just a few months before going off to university in Stockholm. If we get along, one we will address many times in future. He waited until her tea had arrived, glancing at her from behind his paper. Don't just tell me his name and how old you were, tell me everything. The rest of her sex life so far had been rather uneventful. By pirates, knights or vikings, later about biker gangs as well. They would keep me prisoner in a castle or on their ship or something. As I got older, 15 or 16 I guess, slowly these dreams would become darker and more erotic. Or the knight would come down to the dungeon, have the door opened and locked again by the guard, and rape me. Slap my face, hold my arms behind my back, choke me. But I do have some experience that counts, I think. I'd always be soaking wet, and I would masturbate until I had an orgasm. This belting happened about once a month, right until I left home and went to college. She looked at him a little shocked, as if the thought had never occurred to her. With a few small alterations he had prepared the room for the fun and games they were going to have. Through a system of blocks, the kind used at sailing yachts, he pulled her up with a rope. He let the tip slide down her back, just as he had done with his fingers. Then he walked around again and followed the same route, the tip of the crop slowly crawling from her stomach toward her rock hard nipples. He took his time, allowing at least half a minute between each blow. He leaned in and kissed her passionately on her mouth, surprising her.With his cock still inside her they pretended to be sleeping in each others arms, on top of each other actually, only covered by a light sheet. I'd be screaming, but we'd be out at sea so no one would hear. I have no idea what kind of dog it was, but it was almost as high as my hips and it was large, broad, strong and heavy. Funny thing was, Martha didn't do anything to stop him. She took me to the living room, sat me on the couch and walked to the kitchen to make some tea. After a few minutes she slowly walked into the room toward him, her eyes adjusting to the dim light in the room. I wanted to find a team here but haven't got to it yet. He stopped handfucking her as abruptly as he had started. After he pulled out his hand, her hips continued to girate, desperately trying to find something to grind her pussy against. He waited patiently in his club chair, watching her, sipping from his drink. He positioned himself in front of her, and with another quick flick of his wrist the tip of the riding crop hit her left nipple, the flexible shaft giving it great speed and impact. He took his time again, giving her time to recover after each hit. A single tear rolled on her cheek from underneath the blindfold. I want you to crawl to me and give me the best blowjob I have ever had. So you're going to have to exceed by far everything you've ever done before. He gave the spreader bar at the ceiling some slack, so she could stand on her feet again, a bit unsteadily. He slowly strolled around her, admiring her from all sides.When the woman was gone they giggled bit and then continued fucking as if nothing had happened. Over the summer between school and college he somehow transformed from a handsome but skinny, slightly insecure boy into a splendid young man: tall, blond, blue eyed and full of confidence. So this is not only my first, but as it developed also my favourite fantasy. After greeting Martha the dog came up to me and went straight for my crotch. Right away Boris was back, pushing my legs apart with his head. If Martha ever invites you again, I want you to let me know. When she was a few yards away from him, he told her to stop right there. He took another slow sip from his whisky, observing her. When her breathing was more or less back to normal, he walked over to the chest of drawers once more. It had taken him quite a lot of searching to find one that was elegant and effective at the same time. The next one was on her other breast, just above her nipple. He went back and forth between her breasts two more times, aiming for her nipples. By now she was more hanging from her arms than standing on her toes. Not the best one you have ever given - that should be easy enough, but the best one I have ever had. He unhooked the shackles from her wrists and anckles, leaving the bracelets. Her body was covered in red marks from the riding crop. He even managed to have her come over to his house a couple of times, alone. Rejection would have been fatal, the end of his life as he knew it, the eternal shame too much to bear. She never gave him the slightest hint or encouragement. Would be a pity to spoil the surprise, don't you think? Now there are two places where we can have this long conversation. He grilled her about possible STD's and asked if she was on birth control. Anything else, crying, begging, pleading, I will not respond to. We don't want them or the police knocking on our door asking if anything's wrong. Some well known fashion model had lived there before who had constructed a walk-in closet.

Everybody slept over that night, and they ended up doing it on the couch in the living room of whoever gave the party. With all of them she'd had a more or less serious relationship, but none of these guys had even remotely excited her. They would smack my ass and tits, not just a little but really hard. And he only did this to me, never to my younger brother. Something you dreamed about and which excited you, but maybe shocked you a little as well, the perversity of it, and you're not sure if it is something you'd do in real life. Her parents were on a short vacation or something and she had to take care of the animals. He had quickly changed into a pair of black linnen pants and a black shirt, no shoes or socks. Well, I assume field hockey involves locker rooms, showers and a bunch of young women frolicking around naked after the match. In future your body will more often than not have marks. Then he took another spreader bar and attached it to her anckles. When he had fixed her feet he took the other rope again and pulled her up some more, stretching her further, forcing her to stand on her toes. She squealed, wriggled, moaned, cried a little, but she didn't scream. He finished with three hits on the back of her thighs, carefully counting 20 hits in total. She moaned loudly, mumbled Oh God before he kissed her on the mouth again. He stood close to her and whispered: In a moment I am going to take you down. The first object of his impure desires was a girl at his highschool called Ina.