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Posted by InsertFunnyUserName - April 27th, 2008


I know, this is short, but I wanted to get it in tonight. I didn't want to leave it undone, but I also didn't want to have it be long with an abrupt end like part four.

Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV

Amanda awoke with a start to find herself back in the room she had been in the previous night. She still had her "work" cloths on and the clock on the nightstand read 2:34 pm. Sitting up, she ran her fingers over the wounds.

She then got out of the bed and tried the door only to find that it was locked.

"Mistress locked it, seeing as no one's home and you're probably angry about what happened this morning." A man who looked to be in his late 20s or early 30s was sitting in the corner of the room. He was completely naked and his pubic hair was shaved. Amanda turned around and stared at him, trying to figure out what to make of him.

He stood up and walked towards Amanda. "My name is John. I'm the slave of Mistress Clara." He was a well built man with short black hair and tanned skin.

"I'm... Amanda..."

"I know." John stated softly as he put his hands on Amanda's waist.

"What are you do-" Amanda started.

"Shhhh." John cut her off as he pushed her slowly against the wall. He ran his hands slowly up her sides under her open shirt.

"Please, stop!" Amanda tried to yell and be assertive, but it came out as barely over a whisper.

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe you have the right to tell me to stop." He smiled mockingly and undid her bra, letting it drop to the floor. He then slid her shirt off.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Amanda whimpered.

John moved both hands up to her neck and held her firmly. "Because," He closed his grip tighter on her neck. "It turns me on."

He pressed down even harder and watched her struggle to breath. "You're so sexy when you're helpless." He smiled and continued to asphyxiate her.

She whimpered as she panicked and started to struggle against him.

"It's funny," He laughed as he lessened his grip slightly. "You struggle, but yet that skirt is just short enough to reveal that little shimmer of wetness on your thighs that tells me exactly how wet this is making you." He released her and then pulled her back up by her hair as she fell.

He turned her around and walked her away from the wall as he removed the rest of her cloths. He then moved his hand down to her crotch, rubbing his fingers along her slit. With his other hand, he pulled her head back with a firm grip on her hair. She whimpered as he ran his tongue along her vulnerable neck and slipped his fingers inside her cunt.

"You have no right..." Amanda cried out weakly.

"Oh, but I do. Like it or not, because you've accepted Ms Clara as your Mistress, you are now a slave." He tightened his grip on her hair, causing her to whimper softly. "And that means that anyone she gives permission to has the right to anything they want to you." His voice trailed off at a whisper as he bit down hard into her neck. She moaned as he broke the skin and the warm blood started to trickle down from the wound.

He then let go of her, walked in front of her, and pushed her to the ground. Kneeling over her, he pinned her hands to the ground.

"I... didn't choose this!" She argued, though she had given up physically struggling.

"Liar!" He spit in her face. "No one likes liars, you know. If you don't want this, then why aren't you fighting back?" He paused, waiting for an answer. When she gave none, he continued. "Whether you realize it or not, you want this."

Amanda opened her mouth to speak, but found no words as John ran his tongue over the bloody wound on her neck. She moaned again, but bit her lip to stop it.

"Don't try to fight it, Amanda," He kissed her. "Because you can't." He added as he kissed her again deeply. Amanda found herself kissing him back as she tasted her blood on his lips.


Posted by InsertFunnyUserName - April 21st, 2008


And of cigarette burns on my chest.
I wrote a poem that describes her word and puts our friendship to the test.

And once late at night whist on all fours, she used to watch me kiss the floor. What's wrong with this picture?

HAAAANG ON. THOUGH WE TRRRRYYY, IT'S GOONNNE.

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Posted by InsertFunnyUserName - April 20th, 2008


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Posted by InsertFunnyUserName - March 22nd, 2008


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Posted by InsertFunnyUserName - March 20th, 2008


Part I
Part II
Part III

Either Clara or I checked on Amanda every hour or occasionally every half hour that night, making sure she hadn't freed herself or done anything stupid. We eventually left the door unlocked and left her for the night at about midnight. She had been sleeping most of the time, so the rest of the night went without incident.

At five thirty the next morning, we took her back to her house. It was now Monday and we couldn't risk anyone realizing that something was wrong. She needed to maintain a normal life so that no one would interfere with our plans.

She awoke sharply at seven, bolting straight up when her alarm clock went off. She sighed when she saw that she was in her house, but all relief was stripped away when she realized that she was still naked and felt the pain of the wounds on her legs.

"Morning, love." I said calmly, putting my book down on the desk next to me. I rose from my chair as she stared at me tentatively. "You best start getting ready for work. Oh, and don't bother getting dressed. I have some instructions concerning your wardrobe."

"Look, when I go to work -" She started, her faced twisted in spiteful regret.

"Hush now." I cut her off. "You'll... what? Call the cops; go to a coworker?"

"I just might. Last night was..." She trailed off.

"Last night is the reason why you're not going to anyone. How are you going to explain to them why you didn't call the cops when you had the chance?"

"You honestly think that woman would have let me?" She sneered.

"We left you alone in a room with a phone for almost ten hours." I was nearly laughing now. When I saw that she wasn't replying, I continued. "You've already made you choice and there's no going back on that now. Get ready for work and get something to eat. I doubt today will be much fun for you."

I turned and left her by herself to get ready, heading downstairs to meet Clara.

Pulling the blankets off of herself, she swung her legs over the edge and tried to collect herself. She had committed to this, she realized, when she had let Clara collar her. It was still around her neck and she prayed to God that I wouldn't make her wear it to work.

She stood up and walked into the bathroom, observing her naked, aching body in the mirror on the door. Seeing that there were no other visible signs of the last two days besides the scratch marks, she proceeded to brush out her hair, brush and teeth, and go to the bathroom.

She took her time descending the stairs and walking into the kitchen, refusing to look my way in the living area. After having only a granola bar and a glass of orange juice, she reluctantly and cautiously entered the living area where we were seated.

Clara got up and walked over to her. "Kneel." She ordered. Considering it in her best interest to so, she obeyed and sank to her knees. "Good."

I walked over to her as well and placed a pile of cloths and a pair of six inch heels in front of her. "This is what you'll be wearing to work today. In addition, I expect you to put your hair up. Do so now; you may stand."

She slowly put the cloths on, appalled at how revealing they were. The skirt was a navy miniskirt that was the shortest skirt her office job's regulations would tolerate. In combination with the thong, the heels made her that much more vulnerable to observers as they made her ass stick out behind her. The shadow of her black lace bra was clearly visible underneath her white, low-cut blouse. I handed her a hair tie so she could put her hair up in a pony tail.

Her hands fell to her legs as she realized that the scratch marks were so perfectly exposed.

"The marks, Master..." She whimpered.

"What about them?" I asked, obviously mocking concern in my voice.

"People are going to see..." She was pleading with my now.

"Oh, yes. Tell them you have a new boyfriend and tell them it was completely consensual." I answered seriously. I added "like it wasn't" sarcastically.

"You've got to be-" She was silenced by a hard slap across the face from Clara.

"Respect, slave. If you don't cooperate, you will be punished later." Clara spoke harshly, irritated by Amanda's resistance.

"Yes, Mistress." She replied with her head down.

"Now, off with you. Don't be late." I instructed calmly.

* * *

She arrived at work promptly and entered with haste, hoping to avoid any lengthy conversations. If she could just get through the day without confrontation, she though, things might be just that much less humiliating.

Walking quickly through her office's lobby to the elevator, she was appalled when it stopped one floor up - 9 floors down from where she worked. The woman who got on was Michelle, one of the office's accountants.

"Good morning, Amanda." Michelle said as she eyed Amanda's wardrobe tentatively.

"Morning, Michelle." Amanda murmured, keeping her eyes down.

"New look?" Michelle stared straight forward and crossed her arms.

"It's warm today..." Amanda managed to get out, grateful that the woman soon exited the elevator on the fifth floor.

When the tenth floor came, Amanda rushed across the floor to her office. She would have ran if it weren't for the heels.

She was also grateful that the only man she shared the office with was her secretary. As her subordinate, he wasn't apt to asking very many personal questions.

The day went without incident until after lunch when Clara showed up at Amanda's office dressed in a two piece women's business suit. Amanda literally jumped when she saw her standing there, causing her assistant to look up curiously.

Checking his notes, the assistant looked up and asked warily "Who is this woman? You don't have any appointments this hour."

"I'm an associate. I just need a word with your supervisor." Clara smiled calmly and motioned for Amanda follow her. Reluctantly, she followed her across the floor and into the women's bathroom. Once they were inside, Clara closed the heavy door and turned to Amanda.

"Kneel." Clara ordered. Amanda obeyed, happy that they were out of public. When she did, Clara continued. "You will do so every time you are in my presence unless specifically given permission to do otherwise, understood?"

"Even if..." Amanda frowned.

"Even if you're at your grandmother's wake. I need to know that you will do what I say when and where I to tell you to do it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Now take off your cloths." Clara locked the door and walked back towards Amanda who was just staring at her blankly.

"Here?"

"Yes, here. And I will punish you - here - if you don't cooperate fully."

Amanda said no more and began to remove her cloths. She paused at her thong and bra, but then quickly took those off as well after seeing the irritated look on Clara's face.

"Lie on you stomach with your hands above your head." Clara ordered. After looking revolted at the bathroom floor, Amanda obeyed silently. Clara knelt beside her.

"Look at you," Clara laughed. "Lying naked on a bathroom floor for a woman you met less than 24 hours ago." She scratched a fingernail down the length of Amanda's spine. "You're such a little slut. Spread your legs wider for me, my little slut girl."

Amanda spread her legs farther and shivered as Clara a finger over her exposed cunt. Clara slid her finger up to Amanda's anus and pushed it in slowly.

"You're going to let me do this to you, you whore?" She slipped another finger in. "Well?"

"Yes, Mistress." Amanda was breathing heavily now as Clara moved her fingers in a crawling motion.

Clara removed her fingers quickly and stood up. "Get up and stand facing me against the wall."

Amanda did as she was told quickly, her juices shimmering on her legs. Clara went over to her and pulled out a pocket knife from her pocket. "I want to see you begging for mercy like a good little slut. Now, if something goes wrong, the safeword is 'red'. Do you understand what I mean by this?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Also understand that if you start to scream, I will gag you."

"Yes Mistress."

With that, Clara placed the knife on Amanda's stomach and ran it smoothly across her skin to her pelvic bone. She squealed intensely, but bit her lip to stop from screaming. Again, Clara ran the knife parallel to the first wound and brought it down to her thigh.

Three more strokes of the blade forced Amanda to her knees as the maroon blood dripped down her body.

"Please... stop...!"

"Try harder than that." Clara pushed Amanda against the wall and ran the knife across her shoulder.

"Please, Mistress...! Please, I'm begging you to stop. Please...!" Tears fell down Amanda's face as she was overwhelmed by the pain. Finally after not being able to take it any more, Amanda shut her eyes and fell into unconsciousness.


Posted by InsertFunnyUserName - March 15th, 2008


Part I
Part II

Amanda paced back and forth in the bedroom wondering how she had gotten herself into this situation in the first place. She could hear the low rumble of conversation coming from downstairs, but she couldn't understand what they were saying. She contemplated escaping, but something was holding her back. Curiosity, I'm guessing, or shock maybe.

Fifteen minutes or so passed before Clara entered and when she did, Amanda jumped back in either surprise or fear.

"What are you so surprised about?" Clara stated it more than asked.

"I..." Amanda collected herself and stared at the woman.

"Hush." Clara walked closer to where Amanda was standing.

"Can you please tell me what the hell is going on?" Amanda cried.

Clara slapped her across the face hard. "First, remember what I said about speaking in the first person. Secondly, Luke wants me to teach you a lesson on obedience."

"But what if I don't want this?"

"Then leave." Clara paused for a minute before continuing. "But you're not going to, are you? You could leave now - call 911 and tell them I've raped you."

"But..."

"But this turns you on?"

"Maybe, or not... or... I -"She paused. "This one doesn't understand this."

Clara smiled slightly at the sudden compliance. "Take off your cloths." Her tone was now assertive.

Amanda stared, but said nothing and obeyed. Slowly removing her shirt and skirt, she trembled with the humiliation of her own desire for this woman's approval and of how open she had now become.

"Arms by your side and put your head down." Clara ordered as she walked behind Amanda. A chill ran up Amanda's spine as Clara ran her cold hands down the curves of her body. "Kneel."

Amanda froze. She did not want to let herself become any more vulnerable to this woman than she already was, but at the same time she kind of wanted to do it.

She found her answer when Clara hit the back of her head hard and then grabbed her by her hair. "Or I'll just force you down. You choose."

Amanda sank to her knees as Clara walked back in front of her. As Clara examined the body in front of her, she laughed as she noticed the glistening on Amanda's inner thighs. "You always get wet when you're controlled like this?" She waited for Amanda to answer and when she didn't, Clara slapped her across the face and grabbed her by her hair again so that their faces met. "That was a question."

Amanda crawled inside herself as she faced her inevitable humiliation. "Y - Yes, Mistress." She finally answered.

"Yes... what?"

"Yes, I..." She paused.

"Say it. I want to hear you say it." Clara ordered sharply.

"I... This one gets wet w-when she is..." She paused again.

"When you are what?"

"Controlled and dominated." Amanda shut her eyes in humiliation.

"Do you, now?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"What else do you like?" Clara got a tighter grip on Amanda's hair.

"This one likes to be... punished, Mistress." Amanda opened her eyes and was glad to find that Clara appeared not to be judging her proclivities.

"Good. This will make it easier for the both of us," She let go of Amanda. "Because I intend to hurt you."

"You're going to..." Amanda flinched at these words because she knew it wasn't an exaggeration.

"Yes, Amanda." Clara cut her off. "I am a sadist and I want to hear you beg for mercy."

"Please... no..." Amanda whispered pleadingly.

"You have the power to stop me, you know. All it takes is one phone call and you'll be free of this. I'll be gone from your life forever."

Amanda started to stand up, but then after pausing for a few seconds, sank back down to her knees. "This one doesn't think she wants that..."

"You don't want to stop me?" Clara raised an eyebrow.

"This one does not want to stop this. She needs your power over her."

Clara smiled. "Good. Now, I want you to scratch your nails up your inner thighs."

Amanda opened her mouth to speak, but said nothing.

"You heard me. You're going to become my little pain slut."

Amanda stared at her in disbelief, but then decided it was best to obey. She swallowed any pride she may have had and dug her long nails into the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She flinched as she began to move her hands up.

"If I'm not satisfied, I will make you do it again." Clara ordered. "Do it as hard as you can."

Amanda wasn't sure why she didn't just lie and do it softly, but she felt obliged to follow Clara's orders. She cried out in pain as she dragged her nails across her skin.

Clara slapped her across the face. "I told you to do it as hard as you can. Do it again; same place."

"Y-Yes, Mistress." Amanda whimpered. She screamed as she dug into the already bleeding wounds with her sharp nails.

"That's better." Clara moved closer to Amanda as she whimpered at the pain. "Did you like that?"

When she didn't reply, Clara slapped her again. "Answer me when I speak to you."

"Oh god..." She closed her eyes abruptly as Clara grabbed her under the chin and brought her face to meet hers.

"Open your eyes and say it." She dug her nails into Amanda's cheek.

Amanda opened her eyes as she began to accept her humiliation. "I... sort of... This one thinks she... did..." She spoke softly. "But she's not used to pain."

"We'll raise your pain threshold soon enough." Clara let go of Amanda and walked over to the other side of the room. Amanda watched her as she picked up a brown leather dog collar from the dresser. "During that time, you will be our little slave girl; subservient to me, Luke, and anyone else we see fit. This is your last chance to leave."

"This one does not want to leave, Mistress." Amanda replied relatively quickly. Something about the idea of being a slave excited her.

At that, Clara walked behind Amanda and put the collar around her neck, locking it with a small padlock. She then picked up rope that had been lying on the bed, tied one end to the collar, and then tied the other end to the bed.

Clara then walked towards the door. "Now, I have matters to take care of. Either Luke or I will be up in an hour. I'm locking the door, but if you free yourself you will be punished, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Clara left the room, closed the door, and locked it.


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Posted by InsertFunnyUserName - February 25th, 2008


You with your thoughts all dirty and like.

Share them with the rest of the class.


Posted by InsertFunnyUserName - February 22nd, 2008


I'm done with that lesbian sex thing that was my profile message for... well, ever. It's old now, I'm done, it's through, bitch and get beaten.

Talkative BBS Threads of the Week #1 courtesy of D-Generate.


Posted by InsertFunnyUserName - February 19th, 2008


My mother just walked in when I was right about here. Being the ninja that I am, I was able to open a new Firefox before she saw what site I was on.

Jesus Christ. D: