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Posted:Jul 8, 2015 3:11 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 1:48 am
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Voting for the next tail ends thursday night. Vote early vote often.
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Posted:Jun 28, 2015 3:48 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 1:48 am
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I need your help. I have a few story ideas and need my HotMatch.com pervs to vote for the one most wanted to read.
1. 1% Solution - The story of a being taught a lesson by nasty ikers.
2 Clubbed - Sexy slut wanders into a dark room at a club and is used as a fucktoy.
3. Shop rag - innocent traveller gets used and abused by a group of well hung garage echanics.
Please leave a quick comment. Number of the story tou want is enough. Thanks fello pervs.
-Sir
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Coming Soon
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Posted:Jun 3, 2015 6:25 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 1:48 am
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Recently there has been a rise in Daddy Dom/babygirl interest. One of their stories soon.
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The One Percent Solution
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Posted:May 28, 2015 10:00 am
Last Updated:Jun 3, 2015 5:28 pm
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Their rules were many yet basic and very black or white. Any breaking of a rule was subject to Sir's dicipline. The outright flaunting of many rules would trigger a punishment unique to the situation. This is the one percent solution.
Over the course of a few short days she had broken a number of rules. Played with Sir's pussy without prior permission, left the toys she used lying out, uncleaned. She had defied Sir's instruction to not leave the house without panties on. She hated panties in the summer. She loved the feel of the col breeze between er legs. Worse of all, Sir caught her, while they were out shopping for more toys and panties, flashing Sir's pussy at some smelly dirty men at the mall.
Initially she believed she may have evaded detection, but upon arriving home sge found out differently. "You dirty little slut! Flashing MY PUSSY at those dirty old me . Just so you could feel like a cheap .". You have been behaving as though rules don't matter. That they somehow don't aplly to you. My rules are NOT for debate. They are to be followed without question. You seem to think that you'd pefer to live in a world without rules. That you don't require dicipline. Well, I have arranged for you to get what you wish. I very much expect that living with no rules will open your eyes." 'But...I....' shecnever got to finish. Sir closed the distance between them in an instant. Grabbing her by the hair and pulling her swiftly out of the house. She heard the trunk 'pop' and swiftly she was inside of it. The lid being closed on top
They car travelled for sometime, perhaps twenty minutes from town, direction unknown to her. She felt the jab of the spare tire mount inthe left side of her lower back. Suddenly the road noise changed to gravel surface. They had turned off. Was she being released? Left to live without Sir? As her brain was reviewing the possibilities, Sir had her hair again, swifting her out of the trunk and into the rear of a building.
Upon entering, they travelled a short hallway, coming into a main common area. The combination of tobacco and marijuanna smoke mixed with booze and body odor made her pause. Then shevrealized where Sir had taken her. A bikerclubhouse. Now my little rule breaking , spend some time with people who also prefer to live without rules. Sir left her standing partially suroundedby a group of bikers maybe close to twenty in number. Leering greedily at her. Looking upon hercwith contempt, how dare this priviledged bitch think for an instant that she belonged or could survive in their world. She would soon find out how true that statement would become.
Sir was off to the sde in deep discussion with who must have been the boss or club president. They would pause at times to look in her direction. Through her more than at her.
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Construction Zone
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Posted:May 27, 2015 9:37 pm
Last Updated:Jun 1, 2015 3:57 pm
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First off please donnot continue without understanding alittle about erotic humilation (eh)
As with most bdsm activities, it can misunderstood. EH evemoresp becaiae it is a all niche qitjon a small niche (bdsm). A wise person once advised me that the first word I need to think of to describe the D/s dynamic must be trust. Otherwise. "Yer just a bully". Enjoy.
She knew she was in trouble the instant she saw his chilling gaze at vwhere she was lookin. He cauught her looking at the bulge in the youn mans pants. Dead to rights with that lustful look on her face. The ride home from the bank was cold and silent. Making her squirm at what was to come later.
Into the house and immediately, 'you . Leering at his cock like some street slut. I should have made you succk it right there'. That thought had crossed her mind........slap....back to reality. 'You cunt, you know the rules. Being a slut in public is NOT for you to decide'. His voice was mattercof fact. 'You will be punished very swiftly. Tramping in public like a worthless . I should just kick your worthless hot ass out'.
He returned from the study within minutes. His stare was cold and grey. Without a word he took her roughly by the hair and drug her out of the house. Down the sidewalk, her neck turned so seeing where exactly they were going was impossible. Off the curb, across the street, she began to smell the dust and such from the site down the way. Her mind was racing. "Why there"? Would he leave her"? "Beat her"?
She immediately felt the dampness as they entered the bare concrete walled structure. Still unable to see, she heard him acknowledge someone. 'This is the I spoke of. She needs to be taught a lesson'. He released her hair. Her scalp was burning where he stressed the hair at the roots. That was the least of her worries. In front of them were 8 dirty, bulllike workers covered in dust, leering at her to the point of drooling. Much like she at the bank stud, but way more obvious.
His slap across her face brought her back to focus. 'Teach this dirty cock slut what happens to rulebreaking whores'. She saw the wad f cash that he passed the alpha bull. 'Do whatever it takes, I will watch'. Instantly, she was flanked by two very large ones. They roughly grabbed her arms, it hurt so much, but her head was reeling for what was to come. They led her to a large green tool crib, where they stood her in front of. Encircled by them they pawed at her ample breasts through her pretty cream stripped silk blouse. "Ouch" the alpha pinched a nipple hard. "Shut up bitch, we just getting started". She dropped her head as their filthy hands roved to her round firm ass, thighs, back and hair. "Bitch is gonna be our toy dudes." They pushed hwr sexy skirt up exposing her off white panties framed perfectly by the matching garter. "Mmm hmmm!! Damn. Look at that body!" She could feel their lusty glares and the old damp air on her bare flesh. The hands covered her. She felt them over her pussy ass and breasts al at once. She was so frightened she tried to beg and only broken noises escaped. She caught HIS cold satisfied stare.
She was thrown down on her back atop the cold dirty tool crib. She gasped as her hair was pulled at the moment she felt the pop f her buttons. Suddenly she was surrounded by 7or 8 very large cocks. The biggest in her mouth, the next a 10" she felt plunge roughly into her very wet pussy. "This cock slut likes to get fucked she soak man". She was soaked, but her head was swimming in that swamp of fear and escasty. She devoured the throat fucking despite the pain. Two or three jerking off whilst dicksmacking her heavving chest. 10"s pounding her wet pussy harder and harder.
As she thought she was getting through this she felt hips pushing hers, wet spit hit her asshole and OOOWWW! His cock rammed into her tight ass like a freighttrain. She tried to gasp, but the leader had grabbed her nose. "Airtightnow slut" "pump her up fellas. Umph! umph! umph! They pounded til she spewed expelling her breath around the swollen cock that filled her throat. He released her nose. Her head reeling she felt the first hot cum hit her breasts and blouse. As she heard "wear that cunt" the second and third? Fourth? She felt their loads pooling between her breasts running along her laced bra. As she felt the ones in her ass and pussy pass eachother as they pounded inside of her, "aaahhhh" the leader announced as his river of cum spewed bown her throat. "Swallow that cumslut, if ya can". She coudn't gagging some of it. He simply blew the rest in her hair. Two others had just done the same. The two in her other fuckholes spasmed and spewed their jizzz into her. "I think this filthy cumdumpster may have learned her lesson". Their leader growled.
Her chest and blouse were covered in hot loads. Her hair was matted with thick gooey cum. She was leaking more cum from her lower fuckholes as Sir steadied her toward the house. Her hart still racing, her head swimming in that swamp of fear anticipation and escasty as they entered to the bath and rest that she was certain would come. She nodded off exhausted to the gurgling of her running bath.
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halifax D/s forum
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Posted:Mar 9, 2014 7:35 pm
Last Updated:May 29, 2015 8:11 pm
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If you would like to chat. Join me here.
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Future Posts
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Posted:Feb 23, 2014 11:28 am
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2014 5:04 am
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There are a number of true tails yet to be told. 'Tag, itsyou ' has yet to be written. If you have interest in this tail being true, please ALWAYS leave a post. Good bad or otherwise, other tails include: 'Sub Couple Fun'; Orgy of Squirt' and others.
Spank You Very Much
MMM
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Holiday update
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Posted:Dec 23, 2013 4:00 am
Last Updated:Jan 31, 2014 1:22 am
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Happy holidays to all. No recent tails to tell. Many readers but no feedback. I am switching parameters so feedback will be private. Happy Festivus to all and to all a good spank!!
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Adventures on the Table.....A Sub's Story
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Posted:Oct 23, 2013 10:04 am
Last Updated:Oct 30, 2014 5:44 pm
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I waited motionless on elbows and knees, my chin turned downward. My wrists and elbows were tightly wrapped with soft, white cotton rope. My elbows hobbled with a short line to similar bindings around my knees, wrapped to my ankles.
Naked except for black satin panties and a leather collar I felt completely vulnerable. The cool air in the basement had already raised goose bumps on my tender, white skin. My nipples were stiff and achy from the chill and the sucking Master had given them earlier.
How long had I been waiting, five minutes? Ten? No more than fifteen. I knew the wait would be longer than normal. My Master was displeased and might have me wait quite a time. He knew I was impatient. He would make me wait.
I remained still and quiet, ignoring the tease and tickle of cool air stimulating and harassing my bare flesh. Anticipation heightened my senses. Every sound, every smell, even the touch of ventilation currents on my skin and the smooth friction of my satin panties was amplified tenfold. With my palms flat on the table, I wriggled my fingers to increase circulation while listening intently for my Master’s footsteps on the stairs. I had no desire to add to his disappointment in me.
Footsteps on the stairs tensed me. The door to the basement opened slowly; then shut with a soft metallic click. My Master’s presence filled me with warm, liquid adoration. I longed to look into his eyes and my hands wanted to reach out to him and apologize with soft caress and warm embrace but I remained still.
“Do you understand why you must be punished?” Master's voice was deep and low. I nodded yes
“You will endure strokes of the crop, my . You will not flinch. You will not cry out. Should you fail to control yourself, an additional stroke shall be added for each failure. Do you understand?” His words were measured and crisp, but soothing.
I gave another slow nod to indicate my understanding of my punishment. Burning fingers of excited dread warmed my flesh and chased the chill from my deliciously exposed body. I felt my skin flush in anticipation.
I was blindfolded so I could not see my Master but I pictured his tall frame. I heard slow, measured footfalls approaching me from behind. The sound of his steps stopped short directly behind me and there was again total silence in the room.
A moment passed. Then two. Waiting. Waiting for the first stroke. Tension built in me then began to fade. My shoulders, neck and thighs relaxed.
The cold leather tip of the crop touched my back gently, just above the waistband of my panties. My body went silently rigid as watery ripples of excitement spread through me. I felt my pussy moisten. I felt the tip of the crop slide inside my panties and drag them down my thighs to my knees.
Cool air tingled against my wet, swollen lips. Without being coaxed, I slowly arched my back and pushed my ass upward, slightly opening my lips for my Master. I knew this would please him and I needed desperately to please him.
I felt the cool tip of the crop slide between my thighs and upward to my swollen, pink lips. I
fought a gasp as my Master absently guided the rigid leather up and down my lips gently teasing my tender, swollen flesh.
“Good girl,” Master purred softly, pleased with my response.
I heard the whistling cut of air before the snap of leather hit my ass. It made me tingle from my toes to my ears. My thighs trembled and bucked, but I bit my lips to remain quiet. The second stroke made me gasp and a slow throb pulsed in my ass. Tingles of confused pleasure danced freely along my back and down my thighs. My nipples stood rigid and begging for attention.
My ass turned to a vibrating, pulsating ache that hummed deep inside me. I needed to
squirm, needed to cry out but didn't want to displease her Master. The next stroke cracked across my ass and my mind slipped on the molten flash of pain and melted away into an endorphin high. My entire body quivered and heaved.
Finally I heard the sound of the zipper on Master's pants slowly coming down. I felt his strong hands on my hips just a second before his rigid length slowly pushed inside me. I was so happy to feel him enter me, I grinded my tender clit into the head of Master's cock. My pussy was stretching out around his thick cock as I heard him whisper how tight I was.
His fingertips dug harshly into the soft flesh of my hips as he slammed his full length hard into my tender pussy. I braced against strong, powerful strokes of Master’s cock. Each thrust rammed a fiery ache deeper into my clenching pussy and sent showers of hot bliss exploding from my clit. I felt my orgasm blossom quickly and the first shudder began almost before I realized it was coming.
“You will not come. Do you understand me?” Master’s frenzied thrusts punctuated the final
syllable of each sentence.
“I understand Master,” I whimpered. God I desperately wanted to come with my Master. My body ached from head to toe for release and relief. I would obey him though and resist.
My Master’s grip tightened on my hips and his cock maintained a steady, rhythmic grind deep inside me. I felt the first hot splash of his orgasm coat my inner walls with gooey warmth. Thick globs of cum soon filled me and spilled down my inner thighs, coating them in a sticky mess.
Master pulled his half rigid cock from my sopping cunt, zipped his fly, and indifferently left
the room. I remained tied on my elbows and knees with my well-used pussy exposed to the air.
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Adventures on the Table.....A Sub's Story
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Posted:Oct 23, 2013 10:03 am
Last Updated:Jan 31, 2014 1:21 am
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I waited motionless on elbows and knees, my chin turned downward. My wrists and elbows were tightly wrapped with soft, white cotton rope. My elbows hobbled with a short line to similar bindings around my knees, wrapped to my ankles.
Naked except for black satin panties and a leather collar I felt completely vulnerable. The cool air in the basement had already raised goose bumps on my tender, white skin. My nipples were stiff and achy from the chill and the sucking Master had given them earlier.
How long had I been waiting, five minutes? Ten? No more than fifteen. I knew the wait would be longer than normal. My Master was displeased and might have me wait quite a time. He knew I was impatient. He would make me wait.
I remained still and quiet, ignoring the tease and tickle of cool air stimulating and harassing my bare flesh. Anticipation heightened my senses. Every sound, every smell, even the touch of ventilation currents on my skin and the smooth friction of my satin panties was amplified tenfold. With my palms flat on the table, I wriggled my fingers to increase circulation while listening intently for my Master’s footsteps on the stairs. I had no desire to add to his disappointment in me.
Footsteps on the stairs tensed me. The door to the basement opened slowly; then shut with a soft metallic click. My Master’s presence filled me with warm, liquid adoration. I longed to look into his eyes and my hands wanted to reach out to him and apologize with soft caress and warm embrace but I remained still.
“Do you understand why you must be punished?” Master's voice was deep and low. I nodded yes
“You will endure strokes of the crop, my . You will not flinch. You will not cry out. Should you fail to control yourself, an additional stroke shall be added for each failure. Do you understand?” His words were measured and crisp, but soothing.
I gave another slow nod to indicate my understanding of my punishment. Burning fingers of excited dread warmed my flesh and chased the chill from my deliciously exposed body. I felt my skin flush in anticipation.
I was blindfolded so I could not see my Master but I pictured his tall frame. I heard slow, measured footfalls approaching me from behind. The sound of his steps stopped short directly behind me and there was again total silence in the room.
A moment passed. Then two. Waiting. Waiting for the first stroke. Tension built in me then began to fade. My shoulders, neck and thighs relaxed.
The cold leather tip of the crop touched my back gently, just above the waistband of my panties. My body went silently rigid as watery ripples of excitement spread through me. I felt my pussy moisten. I felt the tip of the crop slide inside my panties and drag them down my thighs to my knees.
Cool air tingled against my wet, swollen lips. Without being coaxed, I slowly arched my back and pushed my ass upward, slightly opening my lips for my Master. I knew this would please him and I needed desperately to please him.
I felt the cool tip of the crop slide between my thighs and upward to my swollen, pink lips. I
fought a gasp as my Master absently guided the rigid leather up and down my lips gently teasing my tender, swollen flesh.
“Good girl,” Master purred softly, pleased with my response.
I heard the whistling cut of air before the snap of leather hit my ass. It made me tingle from my toes to my ears. My thighs trembled and bucked, but I bit my lips to remain quiet. The second stroke made me gasp and a slow throb pulsed in my ass. Tingles of confused pleasure danced freely along my back and down my thighs. My nipples stood rigid and begging for attention.
My ass turned to a vibrating, pulsating ache that hummed deep inside me. I needed to
squirm, needed to cry out but didn't want to displease her Master. The next stroke cracked across my ass and my mind slipped on the molten flash of pain and melted away into an endorphin high. My entire body quivered and heaved.
Finally I heard the sound of the zipper on Master's pants slowly coming down. I felt his strong hands on my hips just a second before his rigid length slowly pushed inside me. I was so happy to feel him enter me, I grinded my tender clit into the head of Master's cock. My pussy was stretching out around his thick cock as I heard him whisper how tight I was.
His fingertips dug harshly into the soft flesh of my hips as he slammed his full length hard into my tender pussy. I braced against strong, powerful strokes of Master’s cock. Each thrust rammed a fiery ache deeper into my clenching pussy and sent showers of hot bliss exploding from my clit. I felt my orgasm blossom quickly and the first shudder began almost before I realized it was coming.
“You will not come. Do you understand me?” Master’s frenzied thrusts punctuated the final
syllable of each sentence.
“I understand Master,” I whimpered. God I desperately wanted to come with my Master. My body ached from head to toe for release and relief. I would obey him though and resist.
My Master’s grip tightened on my hips and his cock maintained a steady, rhythmic grind deep inside me. I felt the first hot splash of his orgasm coat my inner walls with gooey warmth. Thick globs of cum soon filled me and spilled down my inner thighs, coating them in a sticky mess.
Master pulled his half rigid cock from my sopping cunt, zipped his fly, and indifferently left
the room. I remained tied on my elbows and knees with my well-used pussy exposed to the air.
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Adventures on the Table
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Posted:Oct 21, 2013 6:24 am
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2014 11:36 pm
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I was lying face up on the table with only my panties on. His hands slid gently down my throat to my breasts squeezing them hard. I moaned and my breathing quickened and my gasps grew louder as I felt him pinch and play with my hardening nipples. Then his mouth was on my breasts kissing and sucking my nipple hard into his mouth then he released it blowing on it softly. My hips bucked and it felt like every nerve in my body was tingling. I felt his hand move from my breast and begin to trace a line down my stomach. His fingers reached the top of my panties and I moaned encouraging him to keep going. I wanted my master to feel how wet I was for him. My panties were soon gone and his fingers were parting my lips surely getting wet as they teased and stroked my throbbing clit and swelling pussy lips. I wanted to cum so badly but had already been told that I was to wait for permission to do so. My whole body was shaking and everything he was doing felt amazing. It was like I was floating above my body barely holding onto consciousness. Soon his mouth replaced his fingers and slowly started to suck and lick my pussy getting it wetter with each stroke of his tongue. He would alternate between blowing lightly on my clit and licking it driving me crazy especially when he would suck my pussy lips into his mouth and roll it between his teeth, one of my favorite things. It wasn't long before I was begging to cum it was like a primal ache inside me. He slid a finger inside me and I was soon moving my hips so that I was fucking his hand like I hoped I would be doing to his cock soon. He whispered to me that I was allowed to cum for him, that was music to my eyes I let the tension go from my body and lost myself in the feel of his fingers and his tongue assaulting my pussy. My body clenched and I felt the waves of orgasm flowing over me making me aware of nothing but the fire inside me that was being stoked by my master.
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First time on the table
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Posted:Oct 19, 2013 4:38 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 1:48 am
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Nervous and scared of what is to come, anticipation is making me dripping wet.
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