Titslapping

It was a thing that she had never dared to do. The monthly munch often had contests, and she had thought from time to time of trying them. But she didn’t have a regular Dom, she didn’t have a big “exhibitionist” fetish, and she wasn’t at all into public play.

She could blame it on the drinking, maybe. The weather was cold and raw and wet, the week had been long and frustrating and busy. Here, at last, was a chance to unwind and just be. Not the good little office machine…but just a woman.

Okay, a slut, but still a woman.

The sign on the door had made her roll her eyes.

“A Tip for a Tit”

Tit Contest Tonight!

Are you “sub” enough to submit to titty torment? Are you Dom enough to make them squeal?

Sign up at the bar!

(all proceeds donated to Breast Cancer Research:

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month!)

She’d had a drink. And another. And the fine print under the sign read “all proceeds to go to breast cancer research”.  And somehow her name and a $20 bill had gone across the bar to Mick, who had collected both with a smile and a “good luck, lass!”

Which explained why she was standing here, hands tied behind her back and her shirt neatly folded over them. A Domme paced before the group,  gearing them up. She’d flick a nipple here, encourage good posture there.  Twelve women, all the same as her, wrists bound, tits thrust forward. A crowd had gathered, and Jess didn’t know if it was the giggles and pointing, or the drinks, but she felt a rush of lust between her legs that shocked her.

She was not an exhibitionist!

The Master of Ceremonies, Sir Malcolm, came to the front of the stage to face the twelve women.

“You have chosen of your own free will to submit?”

Twelve heads nodded nearly simultaneously.

“You have all paid the price of admission, and I thank you for your donations. Soon you will pay an even dearer price,” and he turned to the audience with a snicker. They laughed.

“Bids have been taken from Masters and Mistresses who have chosen to winnow you down from the twelve, to the one. The One will receive a special prize, but I won’t go into detail now. You have chosen to submit…and so you shall.”

He paused a moment, looking at each woman carefully.

“The safeword for tonight’s contest is RED. R-E-D. Got it? When you’ve had enough, bow out by saying the safeword. You can safeword at any point in the contest. The contest is over when the last of the two safewords. Understood, subgirls?”

Again, all twelve heads nodded, nearly at the same time.  She almost rolled her eyes, a dozen dumb sluts- it was the makings of a joke, somewhere.  Yet there she was, smiling and nodding along with the rest of them.

Okay, it was more of a grimace. What the fuck had she been thinking? Geezuz. Blame it on the alcohol, but when she saw the first Dom step up with the wicked-looking riding crop, it shocked her sober.

He went down the line, smacking each tit firmly. Twelve girls, 24 quick slaps of the quirt. And He paced back, hitting a bit faster, a bit harder. Two girls down from her, a tiny-breasted brunette gasped as He hit her nipple and yelped “RED!” loud enough to be heard in Wisconsin.

Clarissa almost rolled her eyes. Yet, everyone’s pain was different. Mistress Nyte released the sub, catching Clarissa’s half-frown and winking at her, out of view of the audience. The crowd had doubled, avid eyes staring at the women bound on the stage. All of them had pink slashes on their tits. The Master was allowed one more forward and return trek across the stage. She hissed a terse ‘fuck’ as he struck her nipple firmly, and felt the answering jolt in her pussy.

She’d always been turned on by nipple pain.

Each Dom or Mistress had paid for a chance to titty-whip the volunteers on stage. One by one they dropped subs, some trying valiantly to not cry, others holding their beaten boobs as they went off-stage, drooling snot and tears down their faces.

Clarissa hissed as a Domme hit her hard, cross-hatching over her first pass. There was no rule as to which tit, or how many blows they could land as they moved down the line, and this Domme had hit her quite a few extra times.

The proof of that lay, not only in the red cords of welts, but in the trail of sex juice that was leaking from her in a steady stream. She’d had two orgasms already. The Domme leaned close to speak into her ear.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you? Cumming like a slut all over the stage floor? Tsk.” With a smile, she struck hard across Clarissa’s left nipple, rousing a surge of lust and a loud yelp from her. Blessedly, she moved on, finishing her pass on the stage.  A loud moan at the far end of the group made her look down there. She was surprised to see that there were only four girls left, including herself, and one was even now safewording out.

“REally?” drawled the Domme? “Say it again so all can hear you, girl.”

“Red.” Her voice faint with pain, the blonde at the end with what had to be triple E knockers gave up. There was a rousing cheer for her effort, as she was escorted from the stage.

“And then there were three.” Sir Malcolm faced the audience, waving at the three girls with a flourish.

“Shall we take bids on which one leaves first? Silent bids please, and the girls will now be blindfolded.” At his words, three of the participants slid blindfolds over the remaining sluts, blinding them to the proceedings.

Clarissa hated blindfolds, she much preferred to see what was coming at her. But she wasn’t writing the rulebook here. There was assorted shuffling up on stage, and the sudden and shocking feeling of a fiery explosion on her right tit.

She yelped, even as she was struck again.

“Fucking ass!” She hollered. There was a second of shocked silence, then hilarity as her words were repeated. She heard feet, and another girl yelling. And the third girl, once struck, crying “Red, RED, RED!”

How was it even possible that she was one of the two finalists? The thought came and went as a series of slashes against her thrust out tits took her breath away.

The orgasm was vibrant, and vocal. She was lost in sensation, even as fingers came to touch her.

“What a slut you are! Dirty girl…cumming all over my stage?” He spoke quietly, but she recognized Sir Malcolm.  Another sharp blow made her cry out in a sharp ululation of pain. Then he moved off and she heard the other girl cry as well. She wasn’t sure what the fuck he was using, but it fucking A hurt!

And suddenly, the other girl cried out “RED! FUcking RED!”

The crowd was wildly chanting, and hands came and tangled in her hair as her mouth was resoundingly kissed. A hand rubbed at her pussy as a tongue claimed her mouth, and she came, hard against the probing fingers. That hand rubbed her wetness on her tits, making the welts sting.

Her hands were freed, and her blindfold removed.

“Congratulate our winning slut! Thank you for your generous donations; we’ve raised $1000 for breast cancer research. A portion of that is going to buy wax for several of the whips used tonight…”

The crowd laughed. Sir Malcolm had a way of making everyone happy.

“and you, my dear little slut,” He looked down at her, “have won an evening with me as your boon companion.”

She swallowed hard. Sir Malcolm was a very  popular fixture at these events. And he was going to stay with her? And here she’d been thinking about leaving soon…

“Your obligations for tomorrow?”

She blinked. Tomorrow?

“I..uh…” Geezes, she sounded like a stupid teeny bopper. She was dazzled. And pain-high. And horny as fuck-all. Her brain had fallen out somewhere. She shook her head.

“I have no idea. I…”

He smiled down at her, tolerant.

“It was brave of you to come out of your shell that way and try something new. I’ve been watching you for quite a while. I would never have guessed that tonight would be your blossoming, but you did good, girl.”

“I’d like to take you home. Or to your home. Get to know you better. You never stay long at the play parties, or the munches, but I would like you to be my companion. That is your reward, little one. For coming out of your shell. For baring far more than your tits.”

Dazzled, she nodded up at him. Who would have thought that showing her boobs, and getting titty-beaten would have brought her to this place?

This she no longer “blamed” on the alcohol.

He pinched one bruised nipple, and lead her across the floor to the bar. Pushing her into a stool, he stood looking down at her as the bartender offered two glasses of wine.

“To new adventures, little one,” he said, his eyes intense. She smiled, tipped her glass to his, and sipped.

“And to fucking good times ahead, Sir,” she said impudently.

“Indeed,” He replied with a grin.

And pinched her nipple until she squealed.

Naughty Masturbation Fantasy ch. 2

ya’ll  know that subsister sin has *made* me do this. Okay, she will say (and she’d be correct) that there must be a part of me that *wants* to say it. And maybe there is and i want to make sure that you all know i’m a good girl, really i am.

You’re not buyin’ that i see.

Smart on you. *smiles*  There is a darkness in each of us, and i am not always in a dark place, or a bad place when i whip out this fantasy. To me it seems very dark and disturbed. Maybe to some of you it will be relatively tame. (if it is, i want to hear yours…i really do, coz yanno, i’m always collecting fodder, and you can write it to my email and i’ll keep it anonymous.)

i am broken, after begging him to fuck me, after cumming hard, once, twice, a third time. Ashamed, beaten, i feel his hands twisting my tits as he pushes deeply inside of me, filling me with his fluids.

And rolls away.

i think it is almost over, two more to go, and i’ll be done, out of here, heading home….

“I like my girls to experience more…” says the voice from the left. His voice is gravelly, raw, hungry. His breath is horrid. i turn my head away, and am slapped for my ‘rudeness’. He holds me with his fist in my bangs and tells me he will “teach” me “his way”.

i lay there and think, just fuck me and be done, but am not brave enough to say it.

“Pleasure and pain, slut, pleasure heightened by pain. I’m gonna see you hurting, gonna see you spray cum everywhere when I give you my pain.” There is a note of glee there that is terrifying, and my heart races.

“Please ….” my voice is shaky…” please don’t hurt me..please…”

“Too late!”

The sing-song words are attended by a sharp pinch on my nipple and i cry out as he twists it brutally. He’s squeezing my little sensitive bit between his fingers so hard, and turning it, torturing it painfully. Fingers slide into my pussy, still wet from his friend’s deposit. His thumb rubs over my clit as his fingers curl and pull inside me, and i’m overcome by the pleasure as he skillfully strokes my g-spot. Gawd! Please!

and i’m moaning, tossing my head as the pain in my tormented nipple, squished, rolled, pulled, twisted begins to transmit some primal code to my clitoris. In a rush i’m thrown up the mountain and crash over it, the orgasm ripping through me fiercely, as i am fingerfucked blissfully, and tortured cruelly.

i lay, open, gasping, my tits heaving as i try to slow my heartrate…try to draw breath through numb lips.. i can feel the wetness pouring from me, the warm wet trail of it sliding towards my asshole, before it drips into a pool forming under my ass on the bed. .i hear a jingly sound and think he maybe taking off his pants? Coins jingling? i’m not certain, and am completely unprepared for the hard bite of a clamp as my crushed nipple is pulled between the tight-gripping rubber lips. Cold, cold metal falls across me as a chain lands there, oh gawd…and i know what is coming, as my  untouched nipple awaits its own dose of hurt.

Clamped, cold metal joining my tits, i cry out as the chain is lifted from my torso,and pulled upright. My tits are pulled, pulled hard, pulled harder, and i’m crying and begging for it to stop. And he slips the chain into my mouth.

“hold it there slut. You drop that fucking chain and you will regret it.”

My nipples are pulled, distended, filled with fiery pain. The bed moves again, and i feel him between my thighs. A thick cock, thicker than the first one, probes at the entry to my tummy. He lies on me, pressing the clamps into my tits increasing the pull and making me wince and cry out around the chain in my mouth. His cock presses, presses, and he begins to fuck, easing into me, and out, his rhythm slow and steady. He is groaning in satisfaction, and the dirty words flow from him…’fucking whore, tight so fucking tight your cunt hole, take it take it little fucking slut…thats it, good– good…” His words wind down into a guttural growl.

His mouth grinds down on mine, and i struggle to hold the chain. He tastes terrible. Smoker, i can tell, and god only knows what he drank or ate last…i shudder yet cannot move my mouth away for fear of dropping the chain.

The burning pain in my tits is building a fire  between my thighs as his cock plows into me. Not as much depth as his friend, but i can feel the thickness of his rod stretching me. My pussy is throbbing, throbbing, and i want to scream. So fucking turned on and i shouldn’t be–just  shouldn’t be– this is so fucking wrong and yet ….

I cum, my pussy clenching around his shaft as he begins to pump harder. Being fucked while cumming is a new experience, and he pushes through my squeezing walls, driving my orgasm higher, tighter, longer. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, my clit throbbing, screaming with sensation as he continues to shove his dick into my hole.

He fucks a long time before he cums, my pussy sore and tender now.

He lies on me gasping for a few minutes, his cock still inside me. i can feel it. My tits are on fire with hurt now. The clamps biting cruelly, i am wracked with pain.

“Please,” i beg, “please take them off, they hurt, they hurt so badly…”

His hand moves to unlatch one but the voice from the right stops him…”nah, leave ’em Jeff.”

Tears slip out the sides of the blindfold, and i wish i was stronger, able to not whimper and moan. i hate giving them the satisfaction.

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For a few minutes there is only the feeling of my throbbing pussy, and my aching, burning tits. Little licks of pain-fire lap around my breasts, spreading outward from the center point of my nipples. The hurt is amazingly intense, and i pull and tug with my arms, trying vainly to free myself. Then a sharp, driving pain on the underside of my right tit.

And another.

The chain is still in my mouth, but it falls free as i open my mouth to shriek.

“Go ‘head and yell, whore.” the voice is dark and mean. “Room is soundproofed, best home-improvement project I’ve ever done.” There was a wicked laugh, one with no humor in it at all, but something deeper, and more frightening. A lust, a hunger. More swats to the underside of my tit and i feel the twin pains of flesh beginning to welt, and the resulting ripples of pain from my clamped nipples.

And then he strikes on the nipple, clamps and all.

i scream. Cry.

He hits again.

i start to beg. Almost incoherent, i beg for him to stop. He hits my nipple again, and then higher, onto the top of my tit. i can hear movement during the brief surcease and i know he’s moving to the other side of the bed, and i beg louder, longer, the pleas falling from my lips until he strikes my other breast. Same pattern, underside then clamp, then the top. My tits are burning fires of pain, and yet, there is a hot wet puddle continuing to grow under my ass. i want to believe it is their cum leaking from me, but i can feel my pussy throbbing hotly, wetly. And i know when he eventually fucks me that i will be ready for him.

but i want him to stop hitting my tits.

Amazingly, he does.

His hand slaps down on my exposed pussy.

AAAAAAaaaarrrrhhhhh! i scream. His hand slaps down again and again. My clit is swollen and hard, and his hand hits it repeatedly and somehow my fucking traitorous body is cummingandcumming and…i arch my back no no no not into the blows but yes yes yes into them, and my mouth is opened wide,  as a scream silenced by the tautness of my throat ripples along my open lips.

The bed shifts yet again,and a cock is rammed into me, even as a second cock is suddenly pushing into my mouth. Fingers are slipping into my ass as every hole is taken for a ride.

“Hot little cunt. You want this, you want us to use you like the little whore we know you are…Yessssss fucking grade A whore, take it take these cocks, we’re gonna fill you with more cream…make you a creampie whore…

i can’t breathe around the cock in my mouth, my ass aches with the fingers jammed up there, deep in that forbidden place, and my pussy, freshly spanked, is squishing wetly as the third cock of the triad begins to slam into me. Long, thick, meaty, he is ungentle as he fills me, fills me, fills me with his cock. Hard, slamming thrusts that are meant to hurt. i grunt and gurgle with each hard hit of his hips into my soft belly, snatching breath, gagging as the cock in my mouth slams into my throat, then out. The rhythms are discordant, and i am consumed by trying to breath. I feel the third guy stiffen and moan, his hands fisting around my aching, throbbing, hurting breasts. He spurts so hard that i can feel it, accompanying each surge of cum with a little hip thrust. The guy in my mouth is taking forever to cum, and i continue to choke and gag and gasp, helpless to stop him.

At long last he spurts. I swallow to avoid drowning, but he pulls out and i feel the hot thick wads of his cum landing on cheek, in my hair, on my throat.

“Cum whore” he says, panting, “Wear my pearls for me…” and he laughs. Somehow this is more degrading than swallowing it.

From across the room, i hear a door open, footsteps receding. The door closes again.

“Lucky girl” he whispers in my ear, “Jeff’s off to fetch his dogs from the backyard. His pooches just love the taste of two-legged bitches…and here you are, all spread out and eager for them…”

His laugh was cruel, avaricious. “We’ll sit in here and recover, since you’ve drained our hoses pretty well. Let the dogs have at you for a while. When you finally leave here, you’ll know you’ve been a real bitch…nasty little whore will cum all over for those lapping doggie tongues, won’t she?

He chucked me on the chin, and i moaned, begging him “nooooo, please…please…”

He laughed. “poor lil bitch whore,  you’re just not ready to be done for the night…and Jeff’s dogs really do need a drink…”

The door opens and i hear the scrabbling of dog claws skittering across the floor. i hear the clink of bottles, and the scrape of chairs, and the conversations of the three men as they pull up their front row seats.

i feel the warm breath, and soft snort of a dog snout scenting along my foot.

“ohgawd….”

Naughty Masturbation Fantasy

okay, here it is, the first dark oogly tale…you’ve read variations on this theme here before, as i’ve danced around this naughty fantasy. It is also a fantasy that has multiple “chapters” which, when i’m “engaged in activities,”  i switch around to suit my mood. This will be version one, chapter one. oh, and sin? it’s l-o-n-g….verrah long…(one might say…suitably long?! *laugh*)
He approached me in the bar, his buddies grinning behind him like the drunken louts they are. He asks me to dance, but i refuse. He hangs around me at the bar, and since i am a pretty polite person, i talk to him–mostly answering his questions, not curtly, but succinctly, hoping he’ll grow bored and go the fuck away.

Yeah, just my luck he is persistent. I wonder why i even came here? i’m not a bar sort of girl. Too loud, too stinky, and i hell, can buy booze i *like* at the liquor store and drink at home if i want to. The drinks here are either watered or simply bad. But. Here i am.

I excuse myself to go to the ladies room, thinking i’ll have one more drink, and then go. The music is decent, and that helps. The people-watching is excellent, and good story fodder. Who is here with whom, and who is hunting?

i return to the bar, and yes indeed, Mr. Persistent is *still* there.

“I got you another of those” he says, pointing to a fresh new Screwdriver on the bar.

i smile, a bit tersely. This guy was really hoping here.

“okay, thanks but look, Mr…”

“Bill,” he interjected.

“Bill,” i say, “i just want you to know, this isn’t going anywhere. i’m not here looking for a date, or to have sex…nothing like that. Just here to listen to the music, have a few drinks, that’s all.”

“Sure, sure, fine, but you can do that with a little company, right?” he says. His face is puppy-dog innocent. i’m not completely fooled, but yanno, i’m not used to such direct come-ons. I’m sure i can handle one hopeful fellow.

“okay, just, you know Bill, kind of laying out the ground rules.”

“Right. No sex on the first date.”

i laugh a bit at his tone. “It’s not a date! i only just met you.”

“Hey, a guy can hope, right?”

i glance over at his friends, making a bit rowdy at a table not too far away.

He catches my look, runs a gentling hand down my arm, tracing his finger on the back of my hand. i hate that i feel a tingly response to that brief touch.

“Hey, you know how guys are…we come in together but if someone finds a hot lady, like I have, all bets are off. We don’t tend to travel in posses like you women do!”

And he laughed. A nice rich laugh. i admit it, i’m a sucker for a guy with a good laugh.

The drink was making me mellow. I also felt warm and tingly. Not sexual tingly. Not really. But the conversation flowed and as i came to the end of my drink,  i was sorry, a bit, that it was time for me to go.

“it was nice meeting you, Bill,” i say with a light touch on his arm. Daringly, i lean forward and kiss his cheek. He turns his head and we wind up in a liplock. His hand rises to the back of my head, holding me there, and i relent. His tongue slips between my lips and slides across mine, tracing my lips, my inner mouth, exploring.

An arrow of pure lust shoots straight to my pussy, and i struggle to pull away. NFW! i am not not not going to leave here and fuck a stranger. He releases me, and still holding my head close, he slowly licks his lips, making an “mmmmmmmm” sound.

Geeze.

i feel my nipples grow hard, but i deny my body, and say “bye” in a breathless tone.

I turn to leave. The noise is very loud, the press of bodies, intense. I feel a bit light-headed, woozy. Geeze apparently two drinks is my limit…and i’d had three. I make my way towards the exit sign, blurry-eyed.

Stepping out into the fresh night, i shake my head in an attempt to clear it, but the haze gets stronger. i take a deep breath, and feeling like i’m going go fall, i stagger across the parking lot, wondering how the fuck i am going to drive myself ho………
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Cool air over my pussy.

A vibrator pressing against my clit, rubbing up and down my slit. i feel the wetness. For a moment, it’s all i can focus on. Velvet black darkness, and the feel of cool air and clitoral stimulation.

Wait.
Wait.

i shake my head a bit. Did i fall asleep while fucking myself? It wouldn’t be the first time i had. But how was i moving the vibe in my sleep?

So fuckingly muzzy-headed.

i move to stretch.

i am already stretched.  i can’t move a fucking inch. What the fuck is going on here?

i try to lift my head, to see what and where i am. i can’t see a fucking damn thing…but i can feel….constricted.  Arms pegged wide, when i twist them i can feel a rope. It’s tight, constricting but not painful. I try to bend my knees, to close my legs, but like my arms they too are splayed open. i can’t get enough slack to even bend my knee a fraction. i toss my head and murmur.

“aaahhh, here’s our little slut princess, wakey wakey….”

The voice is somehow familiar, the tone, mocking.

“She’s slept long enough, let’s get to the good stuff man…” another male voice over to the left.

“Yeah, why did we have to wait for her to wake up, anyway? a cunt is usable whether the eyes are open or not…” yet another voice, from the right.

“w-who is that? where am i”….my voice is gravely, husky, soft.

“Well, slut princess, you’re with us, so you’ll be fine. Well fucked, but fine. Except..that little condition, no sex on the first date, slut?” there was a tut-tut sound, and a tone of false regret.

“I’m afraid we simply can’t accommodate that little thing. Coz….yannoooo slut? You cunt is wet. We’ve been playing with you for quite a while and your body is very responsive. Lovely hard nipples…”

he pauses, and i feel a squeeze on my  left nipple, then my right. The sensation is zipped right down to my pussy, and my clit throbs, as the vibe continues its slow dance up and around it. i can’t stop the moan any more than i can stop the tide.

“Thing is, slut, we’re going to use you. Use you hard, and rough, and for as long as we want to. And we’ll make sure you cum. Coz if you go running off to the cops later, they’ll find your pussy juice all over the place as well as our cum…and it will look like buyers regret. Course, you can try going that route, but all those pictures we’ll be taking of you…well, lets just say there are places that will publish them, no questions asked. Got it?”

i’m moaning with fear now, and i’m so turned on at the same time.

“I. Don’.t Want. This.” i am crying now, and tossing my head, helpless.

“Sure you do, slut. Your cunt is empty, and throbbing, and I can guarantee that you’ll come in seconds after I do this…” and i feel the vibe slipping down my slit, then up and pressing hard against my clit. He pulls it away and thrusts it, hard and deep, into my cunt. My body arches as he fucks the vibe in and out, in and out.  Shamefully, in seconds, i am cumming. Hard.

i scream out my orgasm, then lay spent and panting when he withdraws the vibe. i feel the bed shift, feel him moving over me, feel the probing of a hot and hard cock at the entrance to my soaked and throbbing cunthole.

“See, slut,”  he growls in my ear as his cock begins to stab into me, then out, short little jabs of his rod, “you want this. Fuckin’ little whore, tell me you want this cock inside your fucking dirty hole…

His cock slips in and out, only the head, rubbing against my  inner lips, slipping and popping into and out of my body. I feel my cunt grabbing at him, feel the forbidden need rising in me, the need to fuck building, rising, like a tidal wave, unable to be held back.,
and i know he won’t fuck me until he has me begging for him to use me.

“It’s not rape when you’re begging for my cock, whore; i know you want my cock jammed up inside your steaming fuckhole. You’re so fucking wet, so fucking hot. I feel your pussy begging for it, little cock whore.”

my control breaks then, and i whimper. I can’t see him, and i know that he and his cronies have blindfolded me. Robbed of vision, sensations explode along my body. i feel his fingers pinching my nipple as he waits.

‘I’ll wait for you, I know you want it, say it, say it fuckhole…tell me you want my dick up in your belly…”

Broken, i begin to cry, and beg. “fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me …”
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Chapter break…..and oh,  have you cum yet? okay…. this ends part one and i *know* sin is going wait, wait –where is that dirty lil thrill on the end…it’s coming, it really is…just…not yet. I’m writing it the way i fantasize it. Promise. Coz yanno? there are those two other guys….
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