Beach day is a rare treat for his slavegirls, and he finds that they are more willing to do group positions training there than they are at home. Sure, with a whip in hand he can always make it happen, but cheerful cooperation gets better training results every time. Plus, the light is much better:
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In truth, she’s a very soft girl. As slaves go, she’s been ludicrously pampered. There’s a cage in the basement, where it’s dark and lonely. She spent three days in it once, and she claims to be terrified of it. Now, if she’s been a little bit bratty, a couple of hours sitting chained on the basement stairs will usually fix her attitude right up. “Girl, do you have something you want to say to your master?”
From Restrained Elegance.
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This dog has turned the usual tables when it comes for going on walkies:
Artwork is titled “Catwalk” and it’s by The Veterinarian.
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In Prima by Carolyn Faulkner, our heroine is abject chattel, in a dystopian future where women are kept helpless for breeding and sexual amusement. In this scene she’s been promised a breast punishment, and she gets it, too:
There was a deliberately placed swell in the padding behind her shoulder blades, and between that and how her elbows were tied, Prima was mortified at the way her breasts stuck out as if she was trying to attract his attention to them. Soft leather cuffs that were attached to the pole were wrapped around her wrists and buckled securely. In the front of the bottom of the pole, there were padded stocks for her ankles that would spread her legs obscenely. The stocks came apart while she was being placed in them, then locked together with a padlock on one side.
He stood in front of her, drinking in the glory of having a woman – and his woman at that – trussed up like this, solely for his own enjoyment, his pleasure. She looked like a Serpieri illustration. His own real-life Druuna. His Prima was certainly built along those lines – curvy and firmly packed. Joseph couldn’t keep his hands to himself – not that he had to anyway – letting his palms caress from her shoulders down to cup those considerable titties that were calling to him, teasing him, distracting him with their wonderful prominence. His penis already tented his gym shorts long before he’d gotten her into the bedroom. Looking at her, feeling her in his hands, smelling her hot woman’s scent made him want to cream in his pants.
But there was work – correction – to be done to those fine, full breasts.
Hands on his hips, he considered what to do about her head. Frankly, he was nervous about things around her neck. It just didn’t set right with him. Instead, he substituted what he already knew he loved the looks of: that sexy head-bridle thing. When he presented the bit to her, the one that still retained the teeth marks she had put there less than a week ago, Prima out and out balked. She did not want that thing in her mouth again!
For a woman who was pretty well immobilized, she was doing a helluva lot of moving. “Katherine! Hold your head still!” His orders didn’t even seem to faze her, and he could not tolerate that. Joseph dropped the bridle entirely, grabbed a nipple between his thumb and the side of each forefinger, pinching and twisting as hard as he could at the same time he lifted her breast away from her body just by the tips he was man-handling.
Prima screamed as well as she could, throwing her head back against the pole with the force of it. Basically, she’d never really had much pain in her breasts; this was an entirely new and completely unwanted development for her. She didn’t know how she was going to handle it. Katherine knew he was going to take her nipples clean off. And he just kept pinching. Wiggling and squirming only pulled against his hold, causing her more pain so she learned quickly to stand stock still and just bear it. He didn’t need any help in the hurting her area.
After several long, torturous minutes, he pressed himself lewdly up against her, still keeping her titties high and tightly pinched. “Do you want to know how to get me to let go?” he asked gently.
She nodded, sobbing already and he hadn’t even finished getting her set up.
He rolled her nipples harder as he spoke, watching her face squinch up with the pain he was causing and feeling her moving slightly to try to avoid the unavoidable. “Stand still!” he yelled, and she obeyed instantly. “Very good. You were a very naughty girl to fight against the bit. Maybe I’ll have you wear it constantly for a week or so, and then you’ll not be so naughty the next time I strap you into it, hmmmmm?” This idea seemed to sober her. When he spoke again, his voice was soft. “This is what you need to do to get me to release these lovely little nips of yours – “ he pulled each breast up even further. “You need to put your head back against the pole, and ask me – very, very politely – to put the bit in your mouth and buckle it tight. Then you need to open your mouth very, very wide – as wide as you can – and wait. If you’ve been polite enough, I’ll do as you ask. If not, you’ll have to wait until I give you permission to try again.”
A whimper. It made his cock clench.
“Do you understand me?”
“Y-yesss, Sssir,” shakily.
“Well, then?” He watched as she did exactly what he’d said, putting her head back against the pole.
“Sir, w-would you p-please put – put the bi-bit in my mouth, please, Sir, and buckle – buckle it tight?” her voice broke on the last word, rising as high as it could and then fading out completely. “Please?” Katherine was totally mortified. Her body flushed bright red with her embarrassment, not that it would deter him. Her feelings were not going to be taken into consideration, except her ability to feel searing pain.
Before he let those luscious globes down, he tweaked them viciously again, then let them fall as she squealed, but Prima kept her mouth open like a good girl. He secured her head with no further problems, pulling the bit cruelly into her mouth, forcing her lips awkwardly back. Then he put a blindfold on her, which seemed to make her a little crazy, wrestling against her bonds again. He just let her writhe and wriggle, thoroughly enjoying the show of bouncing female flesh as he brought a tray of utensils to the end of the bed, within easy reach.
Since this was her first time, he wasn’t going to do any play piercings. As breast punishments went, this would be a less exotic session, since he didn’t want to start out with the worst stuff. She would be brought along gradually. After all, they had the rest of their lives. And he already knew that her breasts were exceptionally sensitive. Even the easy stuff will be enough to make her howl.
A length of fairly thin rope was settled at the base of each breast then wrapped several times around the teat, tightly binding it and forcing it to jut painfully away from her body even more so than it had before, also making the unbound flesh unbearably taut. When he was done setting her up, there were very few parts of her body left that she could move, and he loved that idea. No interference, even very little writhing, nothing defending the delightfully blushing, nude smorgasbord in front of him. Joseph’s palms itched to cup her breasts, and, with minds of their own, they did. “Ahhh, Christ, Katherine, these” — he hefted them as if judging their weight — “are absolutely beautiful.” He tipped them each up, squeezing gently then latching onto an only slightly plumped nipple to worry and lap and suck on it, entirely unimpeded, moving with undignified greed from one to the other, leaving a wet trail across the scented valley of her chest.
Oh, God, no! Blindfolded, her whole being was concentrating on every other sensory clue it could get. Her nipples were beginning to harden within the liquid cavity of his mouth, and she could feel the trickle of moisture starting already between her widely separated legs. Why oh why did was she cursed with a body that seemed to respond to anything he did to her – whether it was intensely painful or immensely pleasurable? If it came from him, her sex reveled in it, while the rest of her body twisted in misery. Katherine didn’t want to acknowledge what he was doing one way or the other, but it seemed that, in some unconscious conspiracy between himself and her hormones, he denied her even the basic fantasy of trying to remain sexually neutral in the face of his abuse.
Her body betrayed and humiliated her each and every time.
The bit forced her lips back so severely and occupied so much of her mouth that she couldn’t really form intelligible words, and, between the gag and the blindfold, moving her head much was completely out. All she could do was keen behind it what should have been the word “please” but it just came out sounding like “eeeeeee”. Not that it mattered, anyway. Nothing she said or did would stop him from doing with her exactly as pleased.
And he pleased to hurt her. When Joseph had those luscious nubs all hard and tight, he reached down to the tray and picked out two plastic clothespins. “Your nipples are big and swollen, honey. Do you like this?” A tiny, tiny shake of her head. His mouth made a total liar out of her, settling on each nipple ravenously, flicking and suckling until he could hear the rhythm of her breath change, and her wail had descended several octaves to an almost sexy moan. “I think you do, but you don’t want to. I have something here you’re probably not going to like. It’s gonna hurt, and it’s not supposed to arouse you, but we both know that that doesn’t hold true with you, does it?”
He pulled on the nipple of her right breast just enough to give him something to clamp the clothespin onto. Then he opened its jaws wide, positioned it over its intended victim, and, as he eased it down onto that pale pink nub, he said, “Here it comes.”
It settled picture perfect onto the plump tit, standing straight out from her breast.
The wail was back, louder and higher than before.
Useless struggles only served to increase her suffering, jiggling the offended mound and waving the clothespin in the air. The second bit into her left one in just the same bondage-fantasy way, raising the volume of the wail but making it more intermittent as she struggled to deal with the harsh pinch. Joseph stepped back to admire his artistry, rubbing a hand over his erection casually at the sight. He took several steps closer, pressing himself against his woman. “Never had clamps put on your tits, Katherine?” She didn’t really answer him – she couldn’t, she was still trying to come to grips with what had a grip on two very tender portions of her anatomy. “Well, I don’t think it’s something you’ll ever quite get used to, really, but it is something you’ll definitely become extremely familiar with it, shall we say?”
He lifted a breast in each hand, from the underside, the flattened nubs and their tormenters poking out between the thumb and forefinger of each hand as he shook her teats, gently at first, then with more force, making the pins wobble back and forth as far as they could while anchored firmly to her flesh. As he avidly watched, his hands cruelly squeezed and massaged and agitated her ample flesh, then his gaze flicked up to her face. Tears trickled from beneath the padded blindfold, dropping onto his field of play, and she was still testing her bonds as well as she could, just enough to make her look like she was writhing hotly to entice him.
Before he got too involved, he took a piece of slim rope and put it through the holes at the end of the clothespins, lacing them together and pulling them towards each other. Ahhhhhh. Another groan of misery. Music to his ears. Then he tied the whole contraption to an eyehook on the pole, lifting and suspending her breasts by the clamps on her nipples while she whimpered and cried.
In the spirit of starting easily, Joseph looked down at the tray of tools and selected a slim plastic rod that looked very much like a conductor’s baton. Tying her titties back allowed him unrestricted access to a very neglected area of her breasts – the tender undersides. This was where he began to strike – short, sharp snaps of his wrist that left thinnish weals, reminding him of the pattern the switch had made on her bottom. Ignoring all of the useless sounds emanating from behind her headgear, he lost himself in whipping that magnificent pair with total abandon until the shy, vulnerable area was alive with red and pink trails. On occasion, he had missed his intended target and snapped the rod down onto a clothespin, or even once the bit of nipple flesh just beneath the jaws of the clamp, making his woman keen again as loudly as she could, tears splashing down from her chin to wet those ripe, hanging melons.
By the time he finished, the undersides of both titties were alive with angry red lines, looking very sore and swollen. Joseph was extremely satisfied with his work. He put the baton down, and retied the rope that had been tied high on the pole. Instead, he pulled the rope that was still laced through the end of the clothespins down, forcing her nipples to point downwards as he threaded the rope between her pussy lips, making very sure that there was a rough piece of rope on either side of her already engorged clitty, then down over the entrance to her cunt, and then up in back over her little flowered hole, to be tied off very tautly to the pole.
Now every time Prima moved, the rope rubbed against both sides of the nub between her legs. She was mortified! And with the way he wielded that thin stick, there was no way in hell that she wouldn’t try to move somehow.
Joseph sighed contentedly as he once again stood in front of Prima, baton in hand. “You are very, very wet, my girl. One would think that, despite all your moans and groans and screams and tears, that you enjoyed this.” He had put the baton under his arm to hold it and was busily twisting the clothespins in place. “You can wail all you like, Katherine . . . well, as much as your head harness will allow. No one will help you. No one is going to save you from this. And as much as it’s going to hurt you – and it will hurt a lot – you’re pussy’s gonna end up drenched as usual and ready to be fucked by me, your owner. Which is how it should be. For a virgin, I got myself quite a hot slut.”
He brought the stick down smartly on the tops of both breasts at once, then set about searing each one individually for a while, occasionally bringing the unforgiving rod down on top of each clothespin. Joseph laid into her breasts with a vengeance, smacking them until their swollen skin was fit to burst with the mass of flaming welts he’d created. Throwing the baton aside, he untied the rope that held pulled the clamps down and threw it to one side, grasped a breast roughly in each hand, crushing them and pressing them together, rubbing the marks he’d caused over the last half hour, jiggling those tortured little berries of hers good and hard. He was about ready to explode without even having touched himself.
He was able to back himself down a bit mentally, even
though he leaned closer to her to whisper, “I’m gonna take the clothespins off your naughty little nipples. I’m going to take them off the hard way: I’m going to pull them off.”
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This vintage Japanese slave-vending situation appears to be from the pages of Kitan Club or one of its many imitators in the Japanese fetish magazine scene of the 1970s and 1980s:
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Another kinky but demure erotic gem from Tumblr, back when it was fun:
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I assume — but I haven’t made the effort to verify — that this .gif comes from an old Water Bondage shoot at Kink.com. This is a lot more photogenic that waterboarding and probably nearly as effective in the long run:
Even though I wrote “cold water” in the post title for dramatic effect, in truth I think using buckets of warm water would be a lot more practical for a practicing sadist. Hypothermia will bring everybody’s fun to a close faster than any other aspect of this scene.
Update: MigMit in the comments recognized the shoot: It’s Dee Williams and her Big Wet Titties from 2011.
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