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Tuesday, 23 August 2011

The Slave Girl

The dealer ripped the thin dress open exposing her small white breasts and made a comment she couldn't understand verbally, but from the leer on his bearded face, she knew it was something lurid and she shuddered.

His hands pawed at her breasts, pinching her nipples hard. She threw her head back in pain as she cried out. She held back the tears. The Romans may take her dignity from her and flaunt her naked body in front of the crowd gathering for her auction, but by all the gods, she wasn't going to cry in front of the bastard that was mauling at her with his big calloused hands.

He held his face close to hers as his hands ran down her body and over the hairy mound of her sex. His fingers curled around the hair and pulled tightly and again she cried out in pain. Trying to close her legs which were held wide apart between the two upright posts she was tied to. Her hands were also lashed wide apart, each to the frame, pulling her arms tightly out and up over her head.

He ran a hand down her arm and over the pits of her arm and she flinched. He sensed her discomfort and attacked her armpits with his fingers, as she giggled and bucked and twisted to get away from the onslaught.

Again the reality check came back to her. No matter how hard she pulled at the ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the frame, there was no give. She was held taut with no room to wriggle. In despair she begged the man to stop.

He resumed his probing and his fingers spread her pussy lips apart before roughly plunging into her. She cried out in pain as he roughly fucked her with his fingers. She tried at first to kick him, then she tried to sink lower down to force her knees shut, but due to the taut ropes, it was useless.

The man leaned in close whispering in her ear. More rude remarks? She only knew a few words of Latin, learned from the soldiers who occupied her own land far to the South. Defiantly she butted the side of her head into his face. The rage boiled inside of her. Her teeth flashed and bit deep into his ear. She could taste the blood flowing from him as it ran down her chin and over her breasts.

He slapped her and she released him. His hand went up to his ear to feel the damage her teeth had caused. Now it was her that was grinning. The malice showed in her eyes.

He looked at her in hatred and picking up the ripped dress, he tore at it, ripping off a large piece from the hem and another longer strip. He moved behind her grabbing a handful of her hair and yanked her head back. Balling the rag in his hand, he shove it into her mouth and tied it in place with the other strip before throwing her head forward again.

It was a long time since a slave had defied him. He wanted to whip her until there was just flesh hanging from her bones but where would his profit be if he damaged the goods! Still, he had to make an example of her.

He took of his wide leather belt and flexed it. Then standing behind her targeting her buttocks and back of the legs he thrashed the belt down onto her exposed flesh.
The crowd in front of her jeered in anticipation of her beating. Rude cat calls mostly Latin, but many in other languages of the Empire. Some she recognised in her own tongue but none dared to help.

And they called me the barbarian, she thought.

Again the belt flashed and bit into her flesh. Muffled cries of pain came from her mouth as he beat her. Over and over. Her skin was warming to a nice shade of red.

He forced himself to hold back. To cut her would devalue the price for her. Her head slumped forward as he stopped his beating. Her body was now glistening in a film of sweat.

Again his hands ran over her body. This time there was just little whimpers from her as he pulled at her nipples. His hand ran over her mound to rub at her clit. With his thumb pressed against it in a circling motion and two of his fingers thrusting in and out of her, there was nothing she could do from preventing the orgasm he was building in side her. Throwing her head back she cried out as his fingers worked there unrelenting magic on her, until she was spent.

After her orgasm hit her, she opened her eyes.

It was then she realised she was back in her bedroom. The Novel laying beside her on the bed. Her silver vibrator humming on the bed sheet between her legs. Wondering what it would be like to be the slave in the auction back in Roman times.

Sold to the mines and an early death? The pretty girls, sold to the local brothels was only a slightly better fate, until they aged or dried up, only then to be sold as domestic maids until death released them from the drudgery of their existence.

Better to be the concubine of the rich and powerful. The Equestrian rank or better still the Patrician class who were the royalty of Rome. To be used as a sex slave, to be at the whim of her owner and master or mistress. The Dominus or Domina.

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Hope you like the little story.
Ive been reading to many books about the Romans recently.Guess it shows.
Happy Bondage.
Emma x

Sunday, 7 August 2011

A Bit Of Sunday Morning Bondage

Howdy out there in Bondageland. I can finally put pen to paper and write about something bondage. Yep I finally have some bondage to talk about, the only problem was I wasn't tied up grrr!

I instigated the play this time and as I have just bought Peter a new sex toy, and it was time to try it out on him.

When he had fully woken up and was watching the news in bed this morning I decided to straddle him and and started kissing him and nuzzling his neck. I pulled off my nightie and dropped my breasts in front of his face to nibble and suck on while I ground my crotch over his cock to get him aroused. Then I pulled out our bondage bag from under the bed and told him I had a present for him but I wanted to show it to him in a kinky way. I told him I wanted to tie him up and tease him with his present.

Five minutes later his feet were tie and cinched, and then tied off to the bottom of the bed frame. Then his wrists were tied and pulled up over his head and fixed at the head of the bed frame. Straddling his groin again I started rubbing his cock with the lips of my fanny, not letting him penetrate me but enough to make him really hard.

That's when I pulled out the Fleshlight.

The fleshlight is just how you imagine it to be. A torch shaped device which contains a Real Feel Super Skin sheath that can resemble vagina's, the mouth or an asshole depending on the sheath you buy. They come in differing sizes/tightness and differing internal ribbing depending on what the customer prefers.

Well once I had Peter suitably aroused it was just a matter of squeezing a liberal amount of water based lube into my hand and rubbing it up and down his shaft a good few times. Two handed wanks or just rubbing the tip of a cock between the palms of the hands are definitely guaranteed to get a guy on edge.

Well I positioned the tip of his cock in the fleshlight and then told him he had to fuck it for me. This was really evil of me because as he thrust his groin up in the air I moved the fleshlight up with it, so his tip still remained in its latex prison. Chastising him for his lack of wanting to fuck it, I gave his thighs slaps with my free hand. "Come on you have to do better this time." I told him.
"Get your bloody arse in the air or you will never get to come!"

As I had him tied between the head and foot of the bed this was not at all easy. Leaning back hard on his shoulders and using the heels of his feet rather than the more natural way of bending ones knees to thrust up, he managed to thrust his bum off the bed about 6 or 7 inches. He impaled the fleshlight with his cock, burying it all the way in, before slumping back on the bed.
"That's the way I want you to do it. Come on, and again." With another smack on his inner thigh, he was thrusting up and down into the air like a good'un.

Once and a while I moved the fleshlight up so he couldn't get it in and then I slapped his legs some more. The leg slapping taking away the urge to come, he lasted quite a while before I pulled the flesh light from his reach denying him any sexual release.

Then I sat astride his chest again sticking my bum up in his face telling him he had better start licking my fanny and to make a good job of it. The good thing about Peter is he is very good at it and never complains. I guess that's why I never deny him blowjobs. Well its only fair :-)

Obviously now he couldn't see what I was upto. I slipped the fleshlight over his cock once more and started to slide it very slowly up and down is shaft. I wasn't going to let him come, and the gentle twisting of the fleshlight over his knob before plunging it down over his shaft was driving him mad, but keeping his cock extremely stiff. Moaning as he made me come, I ground my pussy right into his face. I didn't want him to stop just yet, and he didn't.

Now it was my turn to make him come. I took the fleshlight off his cock and stretched his foreskin tightly back and held it tight near the base of his shaft. I rubbed the latex pussy lips over the tip of his cock taking exceptional care to rub it over the sensitive frenulum before very slowly forcing the tip back inside before burying it all the way up to the base.

Raising the fleshlight up so the tip was just inside I plunged is back down over Peters shaft. Again and again and again, faster and faster. Peter started to cry out in his orgasm.I gripped the base of his cock watching his balls start to contract and spasm. By pinching the base of his cock, this just prolonged his erection, trapping the blood in his shaft making his cock thicker and harder.

Still I kept up the onslaught.

Faster I plunged the fleshlight up and down on his shaft.
Harder I squeezed his cock to keep it stiff.
Peter started moaning and squirming as his cock became more sensitive after he came.
I could hear him gasping and holding his breath as I worked him into an orgasmic mess. I started to develop a pain in my wrist as I pumped his cock with the fleshlight until Peter pleaded for me to stop.

I had achieved my goal.

I smiled as I slowly pumped the fleshlight up and down his shaft, twisting it on the up, before the plunge down a couple more times. More gasps from Peter.

I moved off him leaving his cock buried in the fleshlight. I rested it up his belly before leaning over to get some tissues. His shrinking dribbling cock popped out of the fleshlight which I wiped down before releasing him and joining him in the shower.

Happy Bondage.
Emma x


Wednesday, 3 August 2011

Slavery - Discuss

Definition:-Slavery

—Synonyms
1. thralldom, enthrallment. Slavery, bondage, servitude refer to involuntary subjection to another or others. Slavery emphasizes the idea of complete ownership and control by a master: to be sold into slavery. Bondage indicates a state of subjugation or captivity often involving burdensome and degrading labor: in bondage to a cruel master. Servitude is compulsory service, often such as is required by a legal penalty: penal servitude. 4. moil, labor.
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Well my fine Bondage friends. Here is a little poser for you.
If slavery is repugnant and abhorrent in the world today then why do so may of us want to be in bonds at the mercy of another, and to have them do what ever they like to us?

The pressures of the world today, what with all that red tape stupidity on top of all the other every day rules and regulations we follow, is anyone really free in that sense?

Rules on how we do our jobs; "Do it my way" "because its always done that way"

There is the huge weight on ones shoulders to follow convention. The 2.4 children; the mortgage on the house with the white picket fence; the car has to be bigger and faster than the Jones' next door; sending ones children to the most expensive school we can find because state education doesn't make the grade . . .

Now am I the only one that sometimes feel I am sometimes being carried along doing the stuff I hate because its the done thing. Because everyone else is doing it, so it is now convention? That to me is "Servitude". The only difference, the penalty comes from not following everyday conventions.

Yes to a degree, we are free. The definition I pulled out above quotes "Involuntary Subjection and Servitude"

Voluntary Bondage is your release. You feel the weight of the world is off your shoulders and nothing else matters.
Why is that? You know that in this case, your Bondage servitude, for however long, is sexual and that you want this to happen.
You have freely consented to be tied. To be used and abused because it's the sexual kick you need for the bigger orgasm or the more intense ejaculation.

Is the sub then not the master, and is the master not the slave?

Emma x