The sight of slave Cole sitting with his legs and torso tied to the computer chair where I sat this morning made me horny

I work as a secretary in one of those places where you just do your job and go home. It’s not one of those big companies with lots of people, just a small-town family run business with only a few people in the office. Among my many jobs, I have to check the business emails and send the important ones to my boss. It is an easy job, I am loving it.

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Sometimes I feel like I’m leading a double life – there I am, looking all somber at my desk job in the daytime and when the nights come in I put on my second identity. My BDSM life. People in the know call me Lady T.

It was a particularly boring day at the office when I decided to go through some of my more colorful personal emails. I have a desk and a computer to myself in a discreet corner of the office so nobody was around to disturb me. I logged in to my Lady T id and checked my emails. Among the dozens of emails I had got was one from Connor. It was a particularly short one – “Am still punished, Lady T. Waiting for the evening when you will come untie me. – Your slave, Connor.”

I enjoyed that one. The sight of slave Connor sitting with his legs and torso tied to the computer chair where I was sat made me horny. I shot a reply. “Don’t email. Your punishment increases. – Lady T.” As I hit the ‘send’ button, I became aware I was being watched. Indeed I was, my boss was staring at the monitor like a hawk.

He called me in about 10 minutes later. I had decided I wouldn’t worry. After all, it was my personal life.

The surprising thing was that he didn’t tell me anything apart from routine work. I thought he was done and I was moving out, when he said, “I like it too.” I didn’t get it at first. Then, he lifted his shirt sleeves up. What I saw underneath made me understand what he meant. He had red marks all over his wrists.

That day, our relationship changed. Now I am the boss and he is my slave. I am Lady T for him also. Right now, as I write this from his computer at his desk, he is down there on the floor – without a stitch on his body and his wrists and ankles tied together. His back is red where he just got the whip. He is eying warily at the huge strap-on on the desk. Everything is set – his time for punishment is now.

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It isn’t like he has much choice. He is tied to it.

He sits in the black room, his arms and legs tightly bound to the chair by rope. At least he thinks the room is black: the leather mask he wears withholds the light from his eyes. Every time his tormentors leave him to suffer the pain they inflict him he hears the light switch flick; so he assumes the room is black. As black as it is cold and damp when they leave him alone in what he thinks is the middle of a torture chamber.

Three days he has been held by his tormentors who let out gasps and laughs of sadistic joy as they whip, slap, scratch, prod and milk him. He was a willing subject when they took him. He met them through an Internet dating site. The advert read:

“Wanted by The Three Dominas – new slaves to toy with“

He couldn't refuse them

The picture of them that accompanied the ad made the offer too good for Rocco to refuse them. When he hooked up with them in a public bar, the Pit & the Pendulum, for his interview he couldn’t believe his eyes; and when they invited him to their lair he couldn’t believe his ears. Once there, he was trapped. They immediately forced him to strip naked and put on a leather mask. Delirious with alcohol and excitement he was in no position to resist their commands.

Twice he ejaculated as they whipped him to speed up his stripping and  put a chain around his neck then forced him to crawl on his hands and knees to their dungeon. He relished every hit, every command, every second of it. He could smell their power and the leather boots they made him lick clean. It exhilarated him.

Now in their dungeon he awaits their return. Sometimes only one comes to toy with him, at other times just two of them play with him but he prefers it when all three derive pure sexual pleasure from his abasement.

His tormented body glows with perspiration. He feels it as it moves down his skin; fresh from the torture his tormentors inflicted only 30 minutes ago. The ball gag that locks away his own screams intensifies his fear beyond anything he has known before. He feels cleansed of his sins and the stresses of his job as a supreme court justice.

He waits in his adjustable chair for their return….

He breathes heavily in anticipation at every sound, every tick of the clock that is somewhere behind him, every drip of water that leaks from the pipe above him onto his head to trickle down his spine. His head turns toward every sound as he tries to see through his eyeless mask. He thinks one of them is still with him in the dungeon. He is not sure. He heard them all leave but  occasionally, with his senses heightened by fear, he hears hints of breathing and scraping like something is sneaking around him.

He jumps as something small and soft brushes past his leg. The ropes cut into his skin as they hold him down. His heart thuds like it is going to burst out of his chest at any moment. His whimpers and groans of fear barely audible but he thinks, no, he knows, someone or something is in the room with him. Watching him. Enjoying his humiliation.

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The metal door lock clangs as his dominas return. He sits still and listens to their footsteps as they come closer.

“Have you been a good boy?” One of them asks. He frantically shakes his head up and down as he grunts the word “Yes!” through his ball gag. Drool drips uncontrollably from his mouth. He hears the crack of a whip next to his head. He feels the displaced air strike his naked skin. It excites his senses. “Good” he hears her reply. One of them licks the drool off his body. Her hot breath makes his dick grow hard.

His legs part as the chair legs are widened. One of them crouches between them and flicks the top of his penis to make it flaccid. He feels a little ejaculate moisten his glans.

“We have a treat for you Rocco. Are you ready for it?” He grunts enthusiastically. “Good.” She responds, “Don’t move or you might lose something.” She laughs with delight as she says it. One of them pulls his face into her tits then moves behind him and pulls his head back so that it rests between them. He knows she is one of the blondes – only one of them has tits this big. His cock begins to harden again as he thinks how close his head is to her big beautiful tits. He feels vulnerable now that his neck is exposed. He feels himself getting harder. The whip cracks across his chest as one of them demands he stays flaccid. He feels another hard flick against his knob and he again softens as commanded.

“Good boy” the one between his legs tells him as though she were talking to a dog. “Good boy.” she says again as she pats his buttock from the side of the chair. He hears a packet tear opened and two pieces of metal tap together. He pushes his feet against the floor to try and raise out of the chair but it is useless. The chair is bolted to the concrete floor. His head presses back harder into the warm breasts behind him. He feels a hand stroke his exposed neck while another one holds his forehead and forces him to stay between the big warm tits. Panic stricken he again tries to move but it is hopeless; he is at their mercy.

“Hold still.” One of them commands. The whip strikes his chest again and again and again. The pain sears through his body as he writhes with pleasure.

The domina between his legs puts a metal cock ring over him and begins to masturbate his prick. He hardens quickly as his body relaxes to her rhythmic sucking of his nob. Her hot, moist mouth sucks his cock like a milking machine. She stops. Rocco groans in disappointment. The three of them begin to leave. Just as they reach the door one of them asks him: “Are you ready for your walk?” He nods in agreement. They walk back to him, put his leash on him and remove the ropes that held him to the chair. One of them tugs the leash and pulls him to his hands and knees then leads him around the room.

Crack!! The leather whip strikes his back. “Smell my boots” he is commanded. He gropes around and sniffs to find her boots. Drool drips uncontrollably to the floor. He finds the boot and tries to sniff it but there is a tug on his leash that holds him back. The leash holder chuckles.

“Here boy!” She says, “Here boy…” She taps a boot against the concrete. He tries to get to it. His leather collar chokes him as he forces his way over to it. The leash tugs harder. The whip hits him again. “Behave!” The whip holder shouts. He crawls on all fours to the leash holder and grovels at her legs. She pats his head and tells him he is a “good boy”. Someone strokes his penis and giggles.

His cock still hard, he is lead around until he is over a hot female body. “Fuck it” a voice demands. He fumbles as he is guided into position. He feels her arms around him as he penetrates his bitch. One of them sits on his back as he moves in and out of her.

Crack!!! “Faster” the domina sat on him shouts. He speeds up. “Harder” She shouts as she bounces on his back “Harder, I said, harder.” She gets off him as he gathers momentum. She pushes him off his bitch and one of the others climbs onto him and rides him, vigorously. The ball gag is removed from his mouth and one of them squats on his face and forces him to lick her clit. His bitch gets up from the floor and stands in front of the one sat on his face. She pulls her face into her pussy and makes her eat it. All four of them groan in ecstasy as they orgy. The intense pleasure makes him pass out but not before he shoots his load and pussy juice drips into his mouth and over his body.

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"..she wrapped a blindfold around..."

“Why don’t you sit down and enjoy it with me then,” she said in a commanding tone. I was mesmerized by her gaze, I sat down without even thinking about it. I asked her where she was from and her reply was to grab my thigh. It was unexpected to say the least, but one thing that wasn’t a surprise was my dick going hard.

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She continued with the conversation like nothing had happened. I could feel her hand gradually traveling up my thigh and my dick was getting harder with every inch. She took the cherry out of her glass and sucked it. While I was busy being transfixed by her stare, she grabbed my cock in her hand and rubbed me up and down.

Five minutes later we were hailing a cab and making our way to her place. I was fingering her sweet pussy and enjoying the wetness while she was stroking my very hard dick all the way to her place. She consumed my kisses with a hunger I hadn’t experienced in a while.

We got to her place and she started ripping my clothes off. “Close your eyes.” she said, and she wrapped a blindfold around them. She lead me to her bed, laid me on it and spread my arms and legs then handcuffed me to the bed stand. I could not object.

She asked me if I trusted her, and if I wanted her. The answer to the second question was definitely yes, so I went along. I felt a slight thrill at the prospect of what was to come next.

"I began to swell again until the metal ring was too small for my cock"

My hardness instantly dissipated once she placed a freezing cold washcloth on my dick. Once I went flaccid, she put a metal cock ring around it. I was beginning to feel uneasy when she stroked my face with her wet fingers. Her cum was all over my face and I could taste it.

I began to swell again until the metal ring was too small for my cock. I wanted the pain to stop when she sat on my dick and began riding it. It hurt, but it was still the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced.

I could hear her scream madly, and I knew I was about to cum. However, in that instant, something stopped me. Those damn cock rings! I could hear her breathe in and out fast, and moan and groan and writhing on top of me. At least she was having an orgasm.

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David wasn’t too pleased with himself right now. He had allowed himself to be caught staring at his student’s boobs. The student herself had caught him in the act. He was feeling uncomfortable about even looking at Annie right now. But he was their teacher and had to meet them personally today because he had to give them their grades.

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He was relieved when the class was over and it was time to dish out the grades. Nobody had mentioned his roaming eyes so at least he wasn’t in for any taunting from his students. He gingerly moved to his private office and asked the students to come in individually. He stalled on calling Annie because he was feeling strange about it. But then it was the last report card and it was hers. What really complicated matters was that she had scored an F.

She entered purposefully, swinging her boobs. Forgetting what just happened, Jason again got to staring at them. And then she saw her F. It was a regular bout of tears after that. “Please give me the passing grade, I can do anything for you,” she begged, heaving her breasts.

“I don’t know, Annie,” David said eventually. “you have failed. You can’t pass now.” Annie’s next words held him by surprise. “But there must be something you have wanted to do but cannot. I can help you get it.” she said, now almost suggestively bobbing her bust.

David’s penis stirred inside his jeans. His mouth lost its wetness. She continued, “So will you have these and pass me?” David knew everyone else was doing it, so what the heck. He told her shamelessly, “Alright, I do need them that bad, but I want something special.” “What?” she asked. “Make me your man slave,” he said. Annie laughed out loud.

Twelve hours had passed since that exchange of requests. The cold was getting a bit too much. It was lashing at his naked body. The clamps on his nipples were feeling heavy as lead now. He was bent down, naked, with his arms through his legs and catching his ears. His cock has been erect for many hours now, tied with a rope to a hook on the floor. There was a dildo in his ass.

His mistress was right there on the couch and he could see her downside up. She was attired in a slinky black leather outfit which was open at the bust. He could see those lovely boobs in his kinky position, but he could not reach or taste them. And he was getting lashed on the butt with a whip as well.

After a while, she rose. She brought the whip. He got it again. However, this time the pain was intense. He shamefully pissed. She made him sleep in his own piss. She got naked as well. She sat directly on his face and made him tongue her pussy.

Then she bent and reached out to take his penis in her mouth, her breasts rubbing against his chest. He was so hot with everything that he let go and came right in her mouth. His tonguing made her cum as well – she shook vigorously while sitting on his face.

Annie passed the exam. In fact, she doesn’t worry about some of her forthcoming exams as well, because she’s got her slave, David, bent over in her dungeon with a huge dildo buried deep in his ass, all tied up.

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"..she put her hands into my shorts, under my underpants and squeezed.."

I was just eighteen years old at the time and in my final year of high-school. It changed me for life. It was regular practice for the nurse from the National School Board to visit the school every six months. Just to make sure that us school kids were all healthy.

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We were required to strip down to our gym shorts and underpants on the morning of her long expected arrival and wait. Giggling and punching each other with nerves, we lined up and waited for the examination. I was (still am) a pretty boy, big blue eyes, blond curly hair and a surfers tan. Much more like a teenage girl really.

We spent most of the morning queuing and bored as hell. The other boys thought they were getting the morning off lessons, then came my turn to enter her office.

With my heart pumping, I entered her office. It looked normal, an exam table, desk, two chairs, and medicine cabinet. But there was something else, it looked out of place, a cane standing in the corner, oozing “discipline”. My bored brain kick-started again with a few fantasies.

What really caught my eye though, was the nurse. – A middle aged woman with huge tits that were almost bursting out of her tight nurse’s uniform. Until this day, I’ve been haunted by my visualization of them: exposed, hanging, totally available to touch, squeeze and suck. At that moment my cock was as hard as a drill-bit.

She was reading my medical record, but she looked up and glanced over the top of her spectacles. She knew Coming towards me, she put her hands into my shorts, under my underpants and squeezed, feeling what was there. “Just making sure you’re a boy, my pretty” she whispered evilly. She was pissed off too, I could see it in her eyes.

In response to my hard-on she told me what a naughty boy I was, made me drop my shorts and underwear around my ankles, twisted them into a knot and effectively hobbled me, much like leg restraints. She bent me over the examination table and beat me on my ass with the cane. Needless to say I had to stop myself from ejaculating; such was my excitement, not an easy task for an 18 year old boy.

She continued her medical after caning my backside red-raw, and speaking about what a dirty boy I am. She made me put my pants back on, and continued with her exam as if nothing had happened. As she motioned that she was finished she put her hands in my pants again…“just making sure you’re a boy, pretty.” she whispered in my ear again.

I have never been the same since my taste for bondage was sparked.

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