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My "Images" (a term I stole from Suki) are short ideas, images,
and sketches written for the amusement of and offered as tribute 
to my Liege and Lady.  They were always longer and never so well
crafted as Suki's short masterpieces, and over time, my Images
files began to include various email excerpts and other works
in progress or ideas for works and became more journal than art,
so some juxtapositions may seem odd.


Some of my Images follow.  They are generally cruel and 
nonconsensual and of interest only to sickphuxs, so please 
read no further if such doesn't appeal to you.

The Images are impurely the products of a warped imagination, and
should not be seen as a reflection of the scene, nor should they be 
imitated by anyone not interested in a protracted term as the ward 
of the state.

Steven S. Davis


---------------------------------------------
"Prick"

A man and woman are out on a country walk on
a nice day.  The woman steps under/through a
wooded fence, but as the man follows her she
turns and puts a hand on his chest, smiling.
She shoves him back against the rail and tells
him to spread his legs, and then to put his arms
on the rails.  She reaches behind some rocks
and comes out with a lot of duct tape and
rope someone had left in a bag there, and she
takes the tape and starts tapping his arms 
to the rail.  Then she takes a knife and cuts
away his shirt "You know I wanted you to get
some new clothes but you kept wearing this
ratty things, now that will change" and puts
tape in a X across his chest and shoulder
and more around his waist, pinning him to 
the fence.  Not so coincidentally she's covered
a lot of hair with tape but left his nipples
bare.  She then starts taking the knife to
his pants, cutting them away, and then his 
shorts, and then takes two long bits of rope
and ties them around his ankles then runs 
them to fence posts, wraps them around, and 
pulls his legs a bit further apart before
tying the ropes to the posts.  Then shorter
ropes tied his knees to another rail, and then
she tied his scrotum, figure 8ing and highlighting
his balls, which she squeezed hard, laughing.

Then she took two sets of nipples clamps and
put them on him, and started tweaking them, them
twisting and turning them and pulling on them
hard, till she had him on the brink of screaming,
and then she yanked them both off him and he did
shriek, and then she suckled at his nipples 
for a long time, and then kissed his face gently
as she softly fingered his sore nipples.

"Well, love, enough foreplay, let's get to the prick",
she said, and took a prick from the bag, and held his 
firm cock.

"Nice erection", she said, stroking his cock, 
"but not what I want just now", and taking some
ice from an insulated pack in her bag, and
a pair of tongs, she took ice and rubbed it
over his cock and his balls until he shrivelled.

"You see, dear, I'm curious about what the
reexpansion of this prick will do after I've
used this prick on it", and she tore upon some
alcohol wipes and rubbed them over his small
limp cock, and then began jabbing him, over
and over, with the very small needle on the
non-fleshy prick.  The needle was so small and
sharp that the pricks didn't hurt much, but
as she kept pricking him the pain accumulated
until he was hurting a lot and squirming as much
as the fence and the ropes allowed.  

"Poor baby", she laughed, as she wiped some more
alcohol over his cock, which had many faintly
bloody spots, and kept wiping the stingy alcohol
over him until the bleeding seemed to stop.

"The holes are so small, they close quickly.
But I wonder what happens when the skin expands
around them ?", she asked, and stepped back
and unbuttoned her shirt and removed it, and
then her bra.

"Take a good look, love", she said, shaking
her shoulders a little and giggling as she jiggled.
As if he'd be doing other than looking.  As she
stood there smiling and swaying she saw him firm
up a lot, but short of what she wanted, she she
stepped up and put her chest against him and 
started kissing him while her hands ran over him
and after a few minutes of this, quite satisfying 
in itself, she had the satisfaction of hearing
him moan loudly, and stepped back to look down
and see that he was hard again and the countless
little holes were bleeding.  Bending on one
knee, she fondled his balls while cooing at him 
and observing his cock.

"Now, with that blood coming out, you'll
have to keep pumping a lot of blood in to stay
erect, love.  Think you can keep it up ?
More to the point, do you think I can keep
it up ?  Ever have any vampire fantasies,
or vampira fantasies, ever imagined being
drained dry by a vamp ?  I'll bet you never
thought it would be this way, though, love.
Let's see how much I can drain you", she 
said, as she knelt and kissed and stroked
and fondled him, moving up and down his
body.  "C'mon, boy, today I want you to
pump for me instead of hump for me",
she laughed as she rubbed against him
and kissed his face and mouth and neck,
glancing down from time to time to see
that this most special precum drip was
continuing.


"C'mon, lover, I'm going to drain you
dry, don't you want that ?  Usually
you love the idea", she said as her
legs wrapped around his and her arms went
around him and she pressed against him
and wiggled and kissed him madly.

"Well, now, boy, no salt on my food for
awhile after this", she said laughingly
as she slipped down him kissing her way
towards his cock and then knelt sucking
his cock, sucking out his blood as his
cock throbbed and she massaged his balls
and squeezed his buns, and she ran her
her teeth up and down his cock in case
anything might be closing and then sucked
him more, his arousal keeping him
hard and pumping but the pain keeping him
far from coming as her lips and tongue
worked up and down him keeping him up.
She stopped frequently to spit and rinse,
once laughing "Don't you just hate it
when we do that, dear" and making sure 
not to swallow enough blood to make herself
sick, and from time to time she stopped
sucking his cock to kiss and lick and suck
his balls while a wet finger, more than just
it's nail blood-red, slid up and down his
shaft.  "Pump for me, boy", she demanded,
as a vampire glove went on one hand and 
she wanked his cock, the teeth in her
palm gliding over the well lubricated
flesh in her grasp but still pulling at
it and delaying the closing of many of
the wounds.  "Do it for me, love, give
it to me, give it all to me, boy, your
life and body and mine, give them up to
me", she urged, not that he had any choice
in the matter, unable to come but unable
to stop as she kept working him and
his blood kept draining, and he'd been
feeling lightheaded for a long time but
he began to feel moreso and she could 
see his flush paling slightly and decided
that it was time to bring this particular
bit of fun to an end, and said "Come for
me, boy" and her mouth went back over him
and sucked him so skillfully and massaged
his balls and soon even as his blood flowed
so do other bodily fluids and whenever she
spit she repeated "Come for me" and soon
he shuddered all over and came in her mouth
and she rose and took him by the hair
behind his head and pulled his head back
and pressed her mouth to his and forced 
his come and blood down his throat and
huskily gasped "Swallow, bitch", and then
leaned against him, clinging tightly and panting
heavily as he hung to the rails.

And after a long time, she stood erect, and
smiled and asked "Did you think I might
really have meant to take your life ?" and
he weakly shook his head "no" and she smiled
and said "Good.  It will be a surprise when
I do".

And stepping back from him she knelt by him, and
ran some more alcohol wipes over him, and
then said, "Now, what is this called again ?
A styptic pencil ?"

-----------------------------------------
"Daddy II" or "Bad Little Girl"


A correspondant mentioned something that would have
made "Daddy" hotter for her.  Using the cane between her
legs seemed a bit severe even for me.  But the idea of
beating a woman there isn't exactly repulsive to me.

This started out as a serious scene like the first "Daddy"
but it veered off in other directions.  I hope maybe
it may be interesting to you.

-------------------
"Bad little girl"

Your daddy is very cross with you, little girl.
I've told you so many times how important it
is for you to keep your pretty patent leather
shoes bright and shiny, and yet you stand before
me with such dirty shoes.

What do you have to say for yourself ?

Well, that's good.  "No excuses, Daddy" is the
only answer you could have made that wouldn't
get you in even more trouble than you are now.
Some naughty little girls would have complained
that having to walk back and forth across a 
dusty floor with her hands behind her head
made it impossible to keep her shoes spotless.
And that having to kneel down and kiss Daddy's
feet after every 20 laps - it's very good that
you didn't miss the count, even while being
quizzed on your multiplication tables, if you
had you would certainly have been put across
Daddy's lap - she couldn't avoid getting smudges
on her shoes.  Such selfserving sophistry from a 
little girl is a terrible thing and would need to 
be severely punished.

So it's not as bad as it might have been for
you.  But surely you do see that you need to
be punished.  Good.

Now take off your black Mary Janes, and those white
socks, and slip into some appropriate attire. You've
been a very bad girl and you should look like it.
That's right, little girl, the fishnets and very
high heels that you can just barely walk in.  Put
them on.  Take your time, you're not going anywhere.

Face the wall.  Now spreadeagle against the wall,
girl.  Legs far back and spread wide and just your
fingertips on the wall.  Further and farther,
little girl.  Until your heels come up off the ground.
That's good.  Now you hold that position.

Well, of course your arms and legs are trembling.
That's because you know what a bad girl you've
been.  See, Daddy's test of a guilty conscience
always catchs bad little girls like you.  Well,
now it's very clear that you simply *must* be
punished.  You can straigthen up.  No, keep
your legs far apart.  Yes, dear, I know it hurts
standing like that in those shoes.   Daddy will
explain sometimes how spreading her legs can get
a little girl hurt.  For now you just stand there
and learn the lesson.  Hands behind your head,
girl.   Those hands of your can also get you
in trouble, that's why Daddy needs to tie them
so often.  When your hands aren't tied and you
aren't using them on some job Daddy has given
you - yes, dear, *that* is one very important
job, and if a little girl learns to do that very
well, sometimes it can keep her out of trouble,
and Daddy will make sure you practice that again 
soon - then your hands should be behind your head.


You're a very pretty little girl, and when you're
an obedient little girl Daddy wants very much to
show you what a pretty girl you are.  But that
can wait.

I think it can wait... really, you're such a fidgety thing,
you keep moving around like that and you'll jiggle
so much.  And a girl who's being punished shouldn't
smile like that.  And keeping your eyes downcast is
nicely repentant, but you aren't looking at the floor,
dear.  What are your eyes on ?  Now, didn't I just tell
you about that wiggling ?  And about that smiling ?
Just what is it that amuses you so much ?  You do need
punishing, little girl.

Get over here.  Sit.  Keep your legs up.  Hard isn't
it ?  I'm sure that is just what you were thinking.
Well, let me get your ankles in these cuffs and I'll
see what we can do about making it less hard.  I'm
sure you would like that.  

Now I'm going to lift you up.  You keep your hands
behind your head and keep that pretty hair from touching
the dirty floor.  I like your hair so long, but it
does make it awkward to punish you, since I don't want 
your hair laying on the floor, but I can't raise you
high enough to stop that.  So, I'll just take this
clamp and clamp some hair to your nipple, and now clamp
some more to your pussy-lip.  And I'll do the same with 
the some more of that pretty hair and your other pretty 
nipple and pussylip.  That will keep your hair off
the floor as you hand by your ankle.  Now I'll take
those naughty hands of yours and tie them like you
were saying your prayers at night.  Well, maybe I do 
have that backwards, but you're being a very backward
little girl today, so you can just pray with your hands
behind your back.

Now, little girl, it's time for your punishment.  Should
I cane your ass and your legs and then paddle the pretty
welts on your pretty ass ? Yes, I think I should.  But
first I'm going to whip your pretty pussy.  This is one
reason to keep you nice and smooth down there, so you'll
feel the whip more.

Since you have been very good about your punishment,
I'll use the horsehair flogger, since you like horses
so much.  

Now, I hope that you're going to be a good little
girl from now on.  The way you're moaning I'm sure
this flogging is getting through to you.  I see 
that you've noticed that twisting your head around
like you have been pulls on some interesting places.
I'm sure that you won't need much more of this before
you'll be telling me how good you'll be.  But I'll
just keep beating you for awhile to make sure.

Now, that's not a nice thing to do, little girl.
You're going and getting my nice horsehair whip
wet.  Well, if that's how you're going to behave,
little girl, then I'll just soak this flogger
in water, and you can see what you think about
getting whipped there with it now, now that's it's
so nice and heavy.


You go on and moan and groan little girl.  I'm
going to give you a lesson you'll not forget soon.

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"The Show"


Really, love.

I'd thought you'd be more appreciative of my
new toy.  You seemed to like it so much seeing
it used on women.  If a woman can stand there
and have her pussy whipped by a machine which will
never get tired and which will never lose interest
and which will never have pity on her no matter 
how she screams and begs, and you like that, well,
why are you standing as far back as the chains 
will let you move to get your cock and balls 
away from the device you like so much ?

Though I must admit, I liked wheeling the device
towards you and seeing you back away.  A nice
"pit and the pendulum" effect.  I must work on 
how to extend this.

But that's for another day.  As for now, well,
don't you like having the rubber strap whirling
so close to your favorite parts ?  I do.

And I'm going to really enjoy paddling your ass
hard to push you into the path of that strap.
Or poking at your ass with a cattle prod to move
you forwards.

But right now, I'm so intrigued by how close the
strap is coming.  And by what would happen if
you got an erection.  So guess what you're going
to get, love ?   I've got a dresser full of lingerie
and a closet full of shoes and I'm going to be your
every fantasy.  Until I prove to you that, "Yes,
thoughts and fantasies *can* hurt you".

Of course, if you're just too scared of that strap,
there's aways my bare body against your back, my
hands sliding over you, my lips and tongue alternately
taling both sweet and cruel to you and working on
your bare skin.  You'll rise to the occasion, boy.

But I'll do that only after you've been bitten a few
times by that whirling strap and are *really* afraid
of it.  Till then, I'm going to make you feel what
you fear by letting you see and hear what you most
want.  If I have to try on lingerie all night to
make it happen, oh, well.  The ordeals we dommes
must go through for our boys.  But it's going to
happen boy, as you've established by pulling at
those chains, you're not going anyplace, and I have
lots of time, and I know too well what you like.
And since I'm what you like most, well, dear,
you really don't have a chance.

Which is what I like.

-------------------------------------------------
"The Kite"


He'd been kneeling in the sun for some time.
How long he didn't know, it seemed like hours.
It wasn't, but kneeling blindfolded and gagged,
naked except for running shorts, running shoes, 
and socks, with his outstretched arms tied at
several points to a pole across his shoulders
and his ankles closely hobbled, this wasn't
helping his sense of time.  The heat didn't
help any either; at least a steady breeze made 
that more bearable for him.

It couldn't do anything to make more bearable
his not knowing what his Lady's plans for him
were.  On that, he could only comfort himself
in knowing that he'd find out soon enough.


"Pity we couldn't strip him", his Lady's friend
remarked, as they sat in the shade some distance
away, the only shade for miles in this open 
terrain.

"True, but someone might come along, so I couldn't
risk him being naked", his Lady replied.  "At least 
not all the time".

"Oh ?  So when will he be naked ?", friend inquired.

"You seem quite interested, should I be worried ?"

"I am and you shouldn't.  But he should".

"Well, I think we've let him sweat long enough,
and I certainly think we've denied ourselves long
enough, so let's go hurt the boy", his Lady said,
to her friend's happy assent, and they both rose
and sashayed towards him.

"Up", she said as she approached her boy, and he
raised himself up off his haunches putting his 
weight all on his aching knees.

"I remember you saying that you'd never flown a
kite as a boy, which I find sad.  And our friend
here never went fishing, which I think qualifies
as child abuse.  I thought I'd correct both those
abuses.  So I think that you should 'go fly a kite',
love.  And our friend should come fishing with me.
But first she needs to learn about fish hooks.
Fishnets she knows plenty about, but fish hooks,
nada.  She might hurt herself if she doesn't know
how nasty they can be, or how to put wiggling meat
on a hook.  So I need to show her."

"I brought along plenty so you can get lots of
practice.  See how wicked they are ?  They'd be 
a lot more wicked if they were barbed, but I thought
that we'd make do with these today. They're for 
catch and release.  Not that I ever intend to release
this one, of course.  Now first we wash him down with 
some handiwipes, and spray some alcohol - isn't that 
nice and cool on your hot skin, love ? - which you don't 
always do but since our bait today is reusable it seems 
best.  Now, watch while I slip the hook under the skin of 
his shoulder blade, and bring it up again.  Hurt, eh, boy ?  
It's going to hurt a lot more.  Here, let me show you again,
see ?  You try.  Good, there, that's right.  It's not usually 
this much fun, the bait doesn't generally whimper and the 
wiggles aren't nearly so sexy, but this makes a good first 
time.  Or the first twenty or so times - how many over twenty 
is for us to know and you to discover, boy, if you get my point.  
Do another on that shoulder while I start this one.  How do you 
dig 'double dipping', dear ?  Well, he's got an alliteration
addiction and it seemed on fair to entertain him a bit, his 
squirming and squealing are entertaining us enough."

"Don't worry about the blood, he'll be OK, pour some
alcohol on him to clear it away.  That it hurts you,
dear, that is, you know, entirely intentional.  And
there are many more hooks to go - to go into you, that
is.  Don't rush, he's not going anywhere and we have
lots of time, take your time, be careful not to jab
yourself with the hook - you can see how painful that
is; you won't enjoy it nearly so much if a hook goes
into *you*.  Make sure they'll in deep enough to
hold.  Let's test them, give them each a few good
tugs.  Oh, poor baby, does this hurt ?  How about
this ?  And this ?  I take it that scream means
it hurts.  And you make take it that *I LIIKKE IT*."

"Take over putting the hooks in my poor lover.
Oh, now, by that I mean a "poor" as an expression
of sympathy, not as an adjecsub.  You're not a poor
lover by any means, dear.  Just wanted to make that
clear.  You know I never want to inadvertently hurt
you.  Anyway, you go ahead and hook him - ah, put
the fish hooks in him - while I tend to him a little.
I don't think he can stand much more, so what can we
do to help him ?  Well, I take it you won't mind
if I pull his shorts down ?  I didn't think so. See,
dear, you're getting lusty looks from two sexy sadists,
isn't this just your perfect fantasy ?  Well, minus
the fish hooks anyway.  Oh, poor baby, did that hurt,
can't you take it anymore ?  But we're not even halfway
done.  Poor baby.  Can mommy make it better ?  Does
having dommy mommy - I know it isn't but it sounded
good - does having dommy mommy stroke her boy's cock
make it easier to take ?  Well, then mommy will fondle
your cock while this big mean bitch hurts her boy.
Go on, hurt him.  Put those hooks in him.  I'll just
stroke his cock and squeeze his balls.  You work the 
shanks and I'll work the shaft and maybe boy won't
pass out before you're done.  Well, maybe.  We've
got so many more hooks to put in you, love.  However
can you stand it ?  Maybe having no choice helps ?
If you thought any screams or muffled pleas would 
make us stop would that be harder for you ?  Well,
dear, don't worry your little head - I'll worry
your little head &lt;laughing as she does just that&gt; -
cause we won't show you any mercy.  Well, aside from
me playing with your cock and balls, if that helps
you any, well, OK, since it's helping me plenty.
We don't have all that many more to go.  But you'd
better put them closer or we'll never fit them all
in.  Well, we'll find *some* place for any extras.
You're doing fine.  So are you, love, really, it's
OK to let the pain out.  Better to scream and cry
than to jerk about, though.  That just makes it
hurt worse.  Not that we mind, of course. It's
OK, he'll be OK when we're done.  I was planning to get
new sheets anyway.  Ours will look like a convention
of virgin fetishists were in town.  Keep sticking
him.  Some people handle this much better - well,
if *not* being in agony is what you mean by 'better',
which is certainly not my definition - but my boy here
never has been much good at generating endorphins.
Maybe cause he doesn't like being tortured, do you
love ?  Good thing for me that he likes me wanting
to torture him.  And I *do* love hurting you, love.
Or just kneeling next to you and hugging you and stroking
your cock while a really mean bitch hurts you.  Yes,
I mean you, you mean bitch &lt;laughing&gt;".

"Just about done baiting our hooks, eh ?  And I haven't
even made one joke about our victim here being a 'worm'.
Well, I guess we'll skip that cliche.  Now, then, I'll
take one line and I'll take the other and we'll stick
them in his eyes.  That is, through those brazed rings
at the end of the shanks.  Now, boy, what does 'brazed'
tell you, eh ?  He didn't fish either - well, except
for compliments for sadistic women - before I caught
him.  The brazed hook is used for biggame fish - and 
you're both big and game, love  - and it can stand a 
lot of pull.  Which it will need.  Anyway, let's get
these lines through those eyes, pull on them plenty,
that's OK, I like shrieks.  Now I'll fasten the lines
for you.  Good.  When we go fishing this will be a
*lot* easier, but not as much fun.  But that's why
there's beer."

"But we go fishing later.  First, my boy is going to
fly a kite.  Tie a pole to the two fishing lines,
and tie a cord to the pole, and tie that to - well,
let me get that blindfold off him.  See, dear, isn't
this the biggest kite you ever saw ?  And we've got such
a wonderful windy day out here.  The wind hasn't let
up all day and won't, and it's so nice and open out
here, there's nothing to interfere with the wind or the
kite.  You could run for miles pulling a kite.  Or
with this wind and a nice big kite to catch it, for
miles being pulled by a kite.  Especially if one
had a back full of hooks and it hurt like hell 
- like this - having them pulled on.   Now, dear,
let me show you how to get a kite up in the wind.
Could you bring the car over while I'm doing this ?
Thanks.   See how easy this is, love ?  A little
easier with wind like this, that true.  When she 
gets back we'll get you on your feet.  Here she comes.
You want to help me get him up ?   Horny bitch, you know
what I meant.  Hold this kite while a retie his hobble.
We want you able to move your feet a little more than
you could.  But not too much.  That should do.  Now,
dear, I'm going to let go of the cord, and you just
fly the kite home.  Or for as far as you can go in
that direction.  We'll follow in the car.  Don't worry
too much if you can't keep it up, love.  When it comes
down I'll get it up again and get you going again.
Don't I always manage to keep you up and keep you going
for as long as I want ?  Well, long enough for me to
have lots of fun.  I'll do that today.  Now, off you
both go, a boy and his kite.  Trot along, lover."

"Now, isn't that just delightful ?  I'm sure you never
imagined how much fun baiting a hook could be, and I
know he never thought flying a kite could feel like
this."

---------------------------------------
"Beautiful Music"


A very quick thought (quick note: don't think I'd actually
want to submit to a woman who'd get mad at my looking at
or being excited by other women; what sort of restrictions
she puts on what I can do, that's another matter (I'd
actually enjoy it if it turned out that she was both
cruel enough and confident enough to torture me by putting
me in the midst of a lot of women and teasing me about
what I can't do with them (I had thought that it'd be cute
if she arranged for some of them to do a "oh, too bad
you're in a solo relationship now, I always wanted to
fuck you and I thought this would be a great time" (well,
something more subtle than that, which would be way too
much for me to believe) - except that it would actually 
be a bit of a downer to discover they had all been put
up to displaying interest, that that might not really
work out so well; but it might work out if some women 
knew they could be a little more flirty because I can't
do anything and they like teasing me with my Lady's
connivance and we all know what's up (so to speak)).
Anyway, someone who thought me bad for looking and liking
wouldn't really be someone I'd want to submit to, but
this idea was still interest).

 [the quick note was longer than the quick thought]


"Really, boy, it's very disrespectful of me the way
 you oogle other women.  Even if they are walking around
 in sexy outfits or in nothing at all and either loving
 the attention or feeling mortifed by it and so pleasing
 their doms who have them on display, I still don't like
 you reacting to them so obviously.  You might think that
 you don't get enough sex from me.  I'll have you know 
 that a 50 orgasm to one exchange rate is quite fair
 and reasonable of me.  When you make me come 50 times
 - ah, on 50 seperate occasions - you earn one orgasm.
 Well, yes dear, I know.  I said you'd earn one, I didn't
 say you get it then.  I think you should have six or
 seven in reserve, just in case, so I only let you have 
 ever other one you earn.  I'm just looking out for your
 interests, dear.  Anyway, when I come another 37 times,
 you'll be eligible again.  Well, no dear, not tonight,
 tonight I'll be hooking up with one of my other partners
 and taking him home and making love to him while you
 watch, and know that each time I come with him is one
 step towards your next release that you waon't be taking
 tonight.  Or tomorrow, that's when I plan to let you
 lick me till I'm good and hot, and then try out my new
 vibrator, and you know it only counts if you're the the
 most proximate cause of my orgasm; if it's my hand or
 a vibrator that actually puts me over the top, well,
 too bad boy.

 But I will be letting you make me come pretty often dear,
 and in another month or so you'll have earned another
 orgasm for yourself, and I might just let you have this
 one.  Maybe I'll even let you have me, this time, instead
 of making you have your release with my collection of stupid
 sex toys.  It *was* a bit cruel of me to make you use one
 with that silly inflatable woman while my femdom friends
 and I all giggled at you.  

 But I do have this really cheesy looking vibrating rubber
 pussy that it'd be hilarious to see you fuck, lover, after
 I've kissed and teased you for hours till you'd fuck anything
 anywhere, even that silly toy in front of an open hotel
 window across the street from a sex club where people can
 watch you and feel so superior to you for having real
 partners while you have silly rubber toys.  You won't
 see them - the club windows are tinted, the hotel's
 aren't - but they'll be able to see you, and you'll never
 know when you see people looking at you, where they
 think they know you from.  That would be so funny.  And
 of course they'd never see you with me, the hours when
 I was teasing you and being pleasured by you would be 
 behind drawn curtains, then I'd ride you till you were about
 to explode and then hop off and giggle at your agony, and
 set up the rubber pussy and tell you to open the curtains
 and fuck it after I'm safely out of view.  Since I'll
 have someone in the club who'll happen to have a video
 camera and will just happen to spot you and point you
 out to everyone, I'll still be able to watch even if
 I'm out of sight.  Doesn't that sound funny, lover ?
 Maybe we will do that with the next orgasm you earn.
 You won't mind making me come another hundred times
 before even having a hope of coming with me, will you ?
 Oh, good.  I was afraid you might be getting to enjoy
 it, so nice to know that it's still agony for you.

 Since I do so like agony for you, dear.

 But I *don't* like you being so blatant in your response
 to other women, even if they are naked save for stockings
 and high heeled boots and even if you haven't come in weeks
 and even if I did tease you mercilesslessly before the party.
 Well, now, boy, if you're so lacking in self-control that
 you're going to going around with your tongue hanging out 
 and your cock sticking up in such situations, well, I'm
 just going to have to restrain your cock and tongue, aren't
 I, you bad horny slut ?  Yes, dear, again.  I know you hate
 it, but until you learn your lesson you're going to find yourself
 in this situation again and again.

 On the table, arms and legs out so I can tie you down.  Good boy.
 Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.  Hold it there while
 I put the clamp on it.  And now to stroke that cock till he's
 standing up again - he went awat fast when he knew what was next,
 didn't he ?.  Well, that's OK, you know I can bring him back soon
 enough.  There he is.  And now the clamp on the head of your cock.
 Oh, that does sound like it hurts.  And now I link the two clamps
 with a wet cord and make sure it's taut.  And now your tongue and
 your cock are going to stick out and up like they did at the party,
 but *now* it's because I want them to, not because you have no
 self-control.  I'll let you out in a while, after the cords has
 dried and tightened enough to pull on you very painfully. 

 And after I've plucked on the cord for awhile.  You do make such
 interesting sounds when I do that, lover.  That makes the 
 horny-slut bass one of my favorite music instruments.

 We do make such beautiful music together, my love.  But I do
 like the use of alternative instruments."

 *twang*

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Thoughts on kite-flying for a femsub friend



And I do quite like the idea of tying you naked and spreadeagle 
in the back of a pickup, slowly putting a great many tight clamps 
on you (slowly both because I'd be trying to pinch the smallest 
amount of skin in the clamp that would get a good tight grip, and 
because I'd be kissing every spot to pinched first), threading 
string through the end of the clamps and then tying that string to
a cord tied to a kite, then having someone drive the truck away
while I got the kite up in the air, then letting go and letting the
cord pull on your clamped skin, then telling the driver to slowly
increase the speed until finally the kite pulled the clamps off
you.

And then getting out another set of clamps and another kite, and
starting over again.


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