BONDAGE-SLAVERY-STRICT DISCIPLINE-HUMILIATION
STORIES ABSTRACT AND FREE SAMPLES
This story comes from different Dyane's dreams and is still a work in progress. Bondage, discipline and sexual slavery depict her adventures as a slave on loan. You'll find her enjoying her submission even beyond her will!!
N.D.R : I shot the picture onto the Default page at the very beginning of the story, Dyane being just arrested and restrained...*****
From Chapter 1:
He turned toward me.
His gun silenced me at once, but I screamed softly when the Black Hood approached me with some rope. He was going to have me tied up to go on with his theft, I thought, but none of that.
"Turn around and put your hands behind, slut."
As I complied, my pussy began to juice. He tied my wrists behind me, good and tight.
"Now, we'll make sure you'll not slip off my ropes."
He began to tie my elbows snugly, connecting them tightly with three or four loops, making my tits protrude. I was completely exposed and helpless, and excited. Who was this villain, so perfectly in control of my pleasure?
"Women are often a pain in the ass. They deserve firm discipline to suit their more natural role as love sex slaves. I intend to fit you to your role. I like you snugly tied up, and all of your bondage toys are to please me."
God! He knew everything! Only my caring hubby had this insight until now, and this guy seemed serious and well assured! I feared what he might subject me to and neared an orgasm. Swiftly now, He tied my thighs, above and below my knees, and my ankles. I could not move a muscle, but he was not through.
"I know you're a bondage slut, woman; got do something to make you properly humble and eager to comply."
He tied a rope round my tummy as he spoke, made a loop down between my thighs, cinching it up tight through my pussy and rear, and tying it behind.
"This is called a crotch rope; its a must to tame rebellious young breeders like you."
He was right.. My poor pussy was besieged. I was tamed alright, and hot-juiced. Then He laid me down on the floor and tied my ankles to my wrists, hog tying me.
"There you are, bitch; not a word, understand?"
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INDECENT EXPOSURE - ABSTRACT
This story is sort of a diary of an interesting occurrence during our holidays in Saudi Arabia a well civilized country in dealing with females' rights and habits. Dyane violated their rules about Indecent exposure and was condemned to serve temporary as a public slave. Everything happened in a luxury resort.
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From Chapter 1:
Saudi Arabia. I really couldn’t believe to be here. This golden light sprawled all around…that blue sea lingering the sky…Wow! AS master came home last week and told me to pack for a brief vacation (he said nothing about location) I quivered just a little bit, but also enjoyed the thought of a brief holiday.
“Dyane, we’re heading to a place where women know their place. Saudi Arabia is a soothing place for us men and a soft trainer for a girl like you. You’re to mold your natural skills and habits to their standards. You know, walking behind me, discreetly lowering your eyes when in public and most of all never walk down the street revealing your charms as I like so much, even if in your elegant style. Did you get me, pet? ‘Case You break their rules I couldn’t but allow them to punish you as like as they punish their women. Maybe this could be a threat for you but at that place a woman is but a dog or a camel. Though, I think we need a bit of vacation. So my dear hurry up”.
And now I’m here on my way to the hotel’s pool. Those Arabic men are so fiercely polite. They look at me as just as they’re seeing a princess…but their looks tells about a woman pleasure toy… a slave to be used…mmmhhh. Am I dreaming about? I don’t think so!
However Master has told me to join him by the swimming pool. Entering there I couldn’t but read this warning:
“Our revered female guests are kindly requested not to let somebody see most of their bodies wearing too tiny or bikini swimsuit. Islamic law prohibits it to save womanly decency and safety at all. Penalty will be five lashes and/or whatever the Hotel’s management will see fit. We regret this international rights’ suspension in submitting foreign guests to Arabic rules but so Koranic laws prescribes for whoever walks onto our sacred land. Thank you for your patience.”
Here we are, don’t we? I must admit this warning makes its run inside of me…and my pussy is…well, you know what. But, I don’t like the idea of my Master having to abdicate his prerogatives for my so called indecent exposure. Even if my swimsuit doesn’t fit at all with rules. It just covers my nipples, cleft and buttocks while underlining my thighs and ankles bouncing onto these high heels. Well, we’ll see. Maybe that’s a simple threat not to be put in action so that all of us foreign “bitches” (ops) are kept through our paces. No I can’t really believe these sweet Arabic men could thrash a woman for doing her work. Now my girl let’s go and do our best.
I didn’t see Master all around there and walked to my deckchair, keeping my bathrobe stick to my curves. Then I lay down and threw it aside…and all of Arabic personnel’s eyes bulged out!!! I couldn’t but jiggling inside even if that warning made me a bit feared about. I spent half an hour sipping a light drink and tanning my body. So warm and relaxing this Sun. Then all of a sudden I felt a strong hand over my left shoulder. Turning to my left I saw them. Two brown skinned men, black haired, muscular, both perfectly attired in a well-tailored blue suit, and I’d say sternly looking at my…charms.
“Would you please stand up, madam? This apparel of yours doesn’t fit at all with Hotel’s as well Law’s standards. Haven’t you seen the posted Warning?” Meanwhile his colleague was draping a long black silk cape over my shoulders.
“Sure I did and also thought it was a simple threat not to be really put in action. Maybe I was…terribly wrong.” I answered, quivering a lot.
“Terribly wrong? Much more than that you are, madam. You’ve broken Hotel’s requirement as just as Islamic Law. You’re now under arrest and going with us to a proper place. Please to take off your swimsuit and give it to my colleague. That will be the body of evidence before your punishment.”
“You want me to undress?! And I won’t come anywhere without my…Hey!”
A swift move and the man had my bikini in his hands. I was now stark naked, even if covered by the long cape. The man moved hasty again, threading his hands under the cape.. Mmhhh… just a second after I was…I was cuffed!! Fingering the cuff I found they were the hinged type, you know. So! I was a dangerous one, naked and cuffed piece of female at the mercy of the …Law.
“Now, please come with us without utterly defying our patience, woman. We’ll be heading the manager’s office now. This way, please”
I saw any other Hotel’s staff member around us stealing a satisfied look on my new predicament. I saw their thoughts as well as written in front of my eyes. They thought that, finally, one of those luscious foreign bitches was down to her heels. Enough of that naked exposed as untouchable flesh! Naked & in chains to be whipped! Enjoy slut!
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THE AGREEMENT
- ABSTRACT
This story comes from one loan experiences of ours. It tells about the very first time she endured her slavery to an unknown Master alone! I checked the events via webcam.
From The Preamble:
“Turn around and give me your hands, Bitch .”
The cuffs’ racketing was delicious amidst all of the roads noises. In a swift way he cuffed her, ripped off her black dress and mauled her breasts and buttocks as testing a cattle. Once satisfied, just a quick push on her back and my slave bent forward onto the car’s front, the man rummaging into his pockets.
- Master please, should I…mmmffff…- I love her eyes nearly bulging out as a gag fills her luscious mouth. The man had stuffed a big red ball gag and cinched it tight. Once loaded the slave in the trunk, he approached me.
- -“Al, as we agreed earlier I’ll be back here three days from now to return her to you. Rest assured I’ll use her at my whims but strictly within our agreement’s limits. Anyway you’ll see us on line; I’ll do my best to host you that way. Anymore suggestions?”
- “Nope. Have a good time. See you-
I think you need a bit of feedback, do you? Some times ago, I received a detailed mail about a Dyane’s loan time as a slave 24/7, listing likings, and duties to perform; it bordered my Ownership; Dyane was to be used as a mere fucktoy, a no rights person for three days. The writer offered a bunch of safety conditions expressly related to eventual damage and/or offense to a property, not to a human being. Furthermore, he claimed to use her his place and in my absence. Anyway, his safety frame satisfied my issues, so I mailed him back putting my conditions such a webcam on line and displaying the events in real time. Enough of that; in a few days we had a deal! Dyane was to be delivered for three days of absolute slavery to a new and unknown Master. The Agreement showed as she was to be checked and cuffed right on the street, to be transported to the man’s place into a trunk. Also, she had to wear a black dress, pumps and absolutely no undies.
BONDAGE-SLAVERY-STRICT DISCIPLINE-HUMILIATION