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Abbie Cummmms – a real time BDSM Library Journal (Part 3)
Happy, Happy Goat Boy
May 1, 2008 - 5:36 pm
Slut Bunny,
Here's the second chapter of your story. I changed the names and sent off the first part to be posted on BDSM Library this morning. I'll follow up with this one as soon as I send you this email. In the meantime, if you have any particularly nasty adventures while you're in Vegas. Send me an email and we'll see if we can work them into your fantasy in Part 3.
After you get back from Lompoc, I'll send you a few restaurant links so you can let me know where you'd like to meet on May 15.
Have fun and don't hesitate to misbehave. I'll be happy to add any of your mischief in Vegas to your already extensive list of naughtiness for punishment.
Jay Mac
May 1, 2008 7:33pm
Jay Mac,
Hehehe, You actually took my phone sex virginity also, glad You enjoyed it!! Wow, i think i just relived last night’s phone call hehehe! Part 2 is just as good as the first! i can’t wait until we can make it come true!!!
I’m looking forward to seeing You!!! i will be sure to let You know of anything that happens in Vegas!! And i have a funny feeling i will be punished the whole night hehe (not that i'm not excited for it).
**kisses**
~Slut Bunny
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Abbie’s First Time Fantasy (cont.):
Rocking your hips into my hand, you twist your pussy around my fingers and consider that possibility. “Yes Sir, please fuck my ass. I’d love to feel your cock up my filthy slut shit hole.”
With a twist of my wrist I slip my fingers out of your cunt and say, “Patience, Bunny Slut, I’ll fuck that filthy shit hole soon enough. Now let’s continue with your punishment, I believe we have sixty-seven more swats from the red plastic beasty.”
I start out much lighter than where we ended and you manage to make it through to a hundred without losing your shit. Another handful of ice cools your beet red and purple butt. Four fingers in your pussy and my thumb wedged under the bead string leaves you dripping. Five beads dangle from your ass as I pull off my shirt, unbuckle my belt, and pull you up to your knees. My cock is erect – over six inches long less than seven – not too small, but hardly huge. You open your lips and it easily fits all the way into your wet mouth.
I remembered how in your email response you expressed a fondness for riding crops and so I made one just for you. With a two-foot section of tapered fiberglass fishing rod at the core it’s encased with braided black deer hide. It took me nearly an hour to remember the braid patterns, but I finally figured it out, and now you have a handmade crop complete with a slapper shaped like a leather flower blossom. More flexible than other crops, this one can bend double and spring back with some wicked force. A bit of practice with your new toy leaves you with a dozen or so rosy pink marks on your tits and thighs as well as your swollen labia.
“So Bunny Slut how do you like your new crop,” I ask. The smile on your face as you take a deep breath provides the answer, and you tell me how much you love it. I flick the anal beads dangling above your wet pussy and wonder out loud, “Tits, pussy or ass? What to choose? We could do them all in sequence and then reverse things for variety – twenty-five on each nipple, twenty-five on that pretty red bottom and twenty-five on that horny Slut Bunny clit. How does that sound?”
You sit back on your heels, smile, and look up at me out of the corner of your eye, “I’m not sure. With my ass all full of nasty stuff, I’m wondering if I might make a real mess when I come.”
I flick those beads again and tease you, “Who said you’ll have permission to come?”
You pout, “Oh please, please, please may I come. I love to come with a crop whipping my wet pussy.”
Continuing to flip the beads and tease, I say, “I don’t know. I doubt you can come and hold that all nasty stuff.”
You look down and mumble something that I can’t hear. “I’m sorry I didn’t hear that,” I say. Still looking down you reply with the voice of a frustrated teenaged brat, “I said you’re a mean old goat!”
I laugh and you get two sharp pops, one on each swollen butt cheek. Lifting and twisting your hips you moan, “Oooo, please do that again.”
Channeling Bill Hicks, I crow, “Mean Old Goat! No, I am Goat Boy, here to tickle your nasty fancy. I’m here to tease you and make you beg for more! I reveal the depth of your inner slut. In and out of every hole, dripping dick just out of reach to make you plead for cum… my cum, your cum, but Nooooooo, not until I hear every tormented hungry note of Slut Bunny’s depraved degradation!”
Another sharp pop makes your right tit bounce and you lose another anal bead. You can feel the chill of that nasty stuff oozing around the bead string, running down over your swollen labia, and dripping to the towel. The sting of the crop on your nipple short circuits straight to your gut and bladder and you go straight up on your knees and shudder as you desperately resist the urge to shit and pee. I notice the wet yellow stain on the towel and say, “Hang on to your shit Bunny. Looks like you’re definitely going to lose it. We’re going to have to move this part of the show into the bathroom.”
Relieved of the emotional weight of making a filthy mess you whisper, “Thank you.”
The mechanics of moving from the bedroom to the bathroom are straight forward, but there are also intimate moments of sensuality. You’re disappointed that you won’t be able to watch yourself on the television, but grateful that I chose to free you from the humiliation of staining the carpet like a stray puppy. You stand and stare into the mirror as I finish tying off the intricate restraint for our next play. You’re now wearing a big leather dog collar with your wrists bound behind you head. The thin black stretchy nylon cord is looped through a ring at the front of the collar and wrapped around your luscious tits. They’re already swollen and red – perfect targets for the crop. Tied off between your boobs, then looped around your waist, the cord runs between your bruised butt cheeks and swollen labia so that every movement rubs taut nylon against tender flesh.
Looping the extra cord into a floppy bow, I step back to the camera and frame your body. You love the exposure and smile at the mirror. “Turn around and show me those pretty tits,” I demand. You comply and strike a nasty porn pose while I zoom in to frame your tits and face, “That’s good, but let’s add a touch of jewelry and make it better.”
Better is a pair of nasty alligator clips with large brass sleigh bells. Opening the clips and letting they snap closed, I tease you and giggle while you whimper and beg me to be gentle. We take a few minutes to hang these little beasts from your swollen nipples. There’s a great deal of whimpering and giggling accompanied by the occasional yelp, but with a long shuddering moan we manage to position the clips and bells.
I return to the camera to reframe your body and tell you to assume an obscene position legs wide open, bent at the waist, knees slightly bent, head up, looking back over your swollen tit so that you become the sculpture model for a BDSM hood ornament. We’re beyond good and better, approaching near perfection and it’s time to play. I begin with a bit of light flutter over your ass, pussy, and tits. Of course I pay particular attention to the dangling anal beads and brass bells. You moan and groan and whimper, chew on your lower lip and I laugh and tease, “Alright slut, Goat Boy’s ready to play. Let’s hear you beg. Open your eyes, look back into that camera, tell me about all the nasty things you need.”
You are smiling while you beg, “Please sir, please whip my ass and dripping cunt. Whip my swollen tits. Dance your nasty crop over my slut flesh and make me beg for more. Make me come, and piss and shit! Then tell me what a dirty greedy slut I am while you fuck me up my filthy shit hole and make me beg to come again.”
“That’s very, very good,” I say, “ You’ve made Goat Boy a happy, happy beasty. Now let’s see if you can hold your shit and still keep count.”
We begin with your ass and pussy and on my command you turn while I deal with your tits and clit. Twenty strokes in, I add a twist and demand that you beg me to strike harder with each count. Turning, twisting, bending and begging, you start to lose you balance and I pause at forty-two. You are bent at the waist, trembling almost on the verge of tears when I slip on a tight surgical glove, apply a liberal amount of slick lubricant, and run my fingertips between the tight nylon cord stretched around your swollen labia. You rock your hips into my hand and as yet another anal bead escapes, you plead, “Please sir may I come? Please, please. Pretty please!”
“Maybe, but first let’s see how many fingers we can slip into your dripping pussy,” is my reply. You pout and as you wiggle your hips into my hand, I hear that bratty teenage voice, “Mean old goat!”
That gets you a quick half-dozen swats on your bottom and with four fingers in your pussy, you’ve lost count again. “Man oh man, I swear you do that on purpose,” I laugh, “You want to start from zero.”
You twist your hips and smile, “More, harder…”
I give you another quick pop on the butt and add my thumb to the fingers churning your cunt. “More please, harder, deeper,” you whimper. I start twisting my wrist and you start humping my fingers. We’re both surprised at how quickly you manage to take most of my hand into your wet pussy. “Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm,” you groan, “Fuck me, spank me, make me come, please, please, pleeeease!”
Another bead slips out of you asshole and the string is moving in a circular motion as you bounce your hips into my hand. “Hey girl,” I scold, “You’re losing your beads. If you shit on my arm, you’re gonna end up down on your tits and face in the middle of your mess.”
You’re oblivious to my warning. All you can feel is the warp of sensation that races around my hand, the beads up your butt, your clit, tits, and nipples. With a heavy grunt and a long twist of your hips you stretch your labia over my knuckles and slowly manage to take my entire hand into your cunt. I hold my arm and shoulder still, and watch you push down all the way to my wrist. “My god girl, you weren’t kidding,” I murmur as I lean over your back and tap the bells dangling from your nipples. Your eyes are closed and your pretty face is twisted, “Close your fingers. Fuck me with your fist. Make me come.”
Very slowly I close my fingers over my thumb and softly twist my arm. You rock your hips back into my wrist and I can feel the muscle rhythmically clench and release. Your thighs and hips tremble and I have mercy on you, “Beg for it Slut Bunny.”
“Please sir may I please, please come? Please fist my slut cunt and make me come!”
The slush and slop of my fist in your dripping pussy and the tinkle of the of sleigh bells echo from the tile walls in the bathroom. Your hips bounce up and down on my wrist, and the tremors in your thighs push you to the edge of orgasm. Once more I have mercy, “Okay, go for it but you’d better hold onto your shit!”
Through grinding teeth you hiss, “Thank you…” but the bead string is a lost cause. You come, you shit, and piss all over my hand and the floor. The combination of sensory overload and your feeling of extreme humiliation warp through your mind and body. You want to disappear and at the same time you want this incredibly intense release to go on for as long as possible. You’ve never felt anything like this in your life. Another stream of cold piss sprays from you shit hole and you love it! You hate it! You hope it never ends and you pray you’ll never descend to this kind of degradation again! Then with a weak spurt and dribble, it’s done and you’re relieved that it’s over and yet vaguely disappointed. You clench your sloppy pussy around my hand, try to catch your breath and take in the whole experience. After a long moment, you rotate your hips over my fist, and faintly smile as you come to the realization that you can’t wait to do it all over again.
I’ve been quietly watching you go throughout the aftermath. My only other comparable experience with this level of depravity did not end well. The forty something slut panicked and succumbed to her neurotic fear of what she imagined that I might think of her humiliation. When I feel your hips rotate and see that woozy smile, I chuckle to myself and as I slowly open my hand, I compliment your performance, “Amazing… you weren’t kidding when you said you got off on being fist fucked, but… you were very naughty. You lost count. You lost your beads. You lost your shit and you pissed all over the floor. What are we gonna do with such a naughty nasty sloppy girl?”
You grin and giggle and push that dripping slut cunt down onto my wrist, “Mmmmm, filthy sluts who can’t hold their shit end up tits and face down in their own mess and we have to start all over!”
“Is that what you want Slut Bunny,” I ask. You pout as I slip my hand free from your pussy and then giggle while a short flood of cum splashes and drips from your gaping hole. “Please sir, please put this sloppy cunt down on in her piss and shit, and whip my fat ass and sloppy wet cunt. Push your sweet cock up my oozing shit hole and come all over my filthy slut face and tits.”
As if to punctuate your need to take the next humiliating step down into personal degradation, a long squirt of liquid shit splatters onto the tile between your feet. “Nasty…nasty…nasty girl,” I say as I slap your butt with my gloved hand. You moan and giggle as I pinch your nipple clamps and lower you to the floor. Your tits and chin rest in a pool of cold piss and lukewarm shit. Adjusting the camera angle I zoom in on your face and make sure that the auto focus can handle the light and distance, “Smile Bunny Slut, I’m setting up your close up!”
You grin and to my surprise, stick out your tongue to lick the floor. I pull back to frame you body: on your knees, hands tied behind your head, legs wide open, ass high, and tits down. I pick up your anal beads and change my mind. Instead of having you count and beg for more, I push the beads into your mouth and begin with three sharp quick strokes: one to the right ass cheek, the next to your pussy and finishing with a slap on the left cheek of your swollen butt. “That’s three, ninety-seven to go,” I say, “Now this is how it’s going down. I’m going to vary the strike pattern and tempo, but every set of three is going to be just a bit harder. If I get too crazy and you can’t handle it, show me your safe sign or call out ‘Red Flag!’ I’m going to put some semi-serious whipass on your butt and cunt. You can chew on your toy or beg for more. You can come, piss, shit, or whatever you want, but when I count one hundred, I’m gonna shove my dick up your shit hole and fuck your Slut Bunny ass!”
Three more quick slaps redden your swollen butt and labia, followed by three more and another three. At forty-eight I pause to adjust the camera for the close up of your face. You spit out your bead string and beg for more while I whip your cunt and butt. At eighty-one your thighs are trembling and I adjust the camera again. I tell you to count with me and picking up the tempo, we quickly reach ninety-nine. You count one hundred but - I’ve suddenly stopped – one hundred doesn’t happen. Realizing that once again you’ve lost the count, you decide to come anyway, “You tricked meee!”
I laugh and casually delivery a light pop to your dripping labia, “I’m feeling beneficent. Let’s just do ten more to that nasty wet slut twat then I’ll fuck your ass.”
Ten more hard fast strokes extend your orgasm and when I straddle your red bottom and shove my cock up your filthy shit-hole, you cum again. I grip the back of your neck and mop the floor with your face and you beg me to suck my dick and cum on your face. I deny you, cumming up your asshole instead. Then you feel it – a long warm stream of piss fills your ass. When I’m done, I pull you up to your knees and lead you over to the toilet. Smeared with your own filth from the floor, you’re seated on your sore swollen bottom and as I slowly open those nasty alligator clips, blood rushes back into the crushed flesh of your nipples. It hurts like hell! You groan in a sweet agony and tears well up in your eyes. “Now open those legs wide and let me see that sloppy red cunt,” I order. You’re whimpering as you comply. It takes just a few seconds to clamp the sleigh bells to the swollen lips of your pussy. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so good! I step back and remove the camera from the tripod, then I issue a simple three-word command, “Shit, shit now!”
You obey…
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May 2, 2008 6:42pm
Slut Bunny,
How was your shopping trip for your Vegas trip? Hope you had fun. While you're playing around, keep an eye out for a classic corset. Something with a nice satin sheen, a dark green, or burgundy... Midnight Blue or very deep violet.
I like the idea of seeing you bound at the waist with your boobs pushed up and out. Stretch panels are okay, but the classic model with eyelets and a drawstring is even more appealing.
A matching garter belt and stockings would be fun as well. If you can't find anything that you can afford, don't worry. We can always go shopping together.
Goat Boy has been busy today. I've put together a Personal Education Contract for your review. Take a look at it and understand that it has no legal standing. It's just part of a long standing BDSM tradition. There are all kinds of variation for Submissive contracts, Dom & Domme contracts, Master and Slave contracts, all without any legal standing but they define terms and conditions and invoke emotions and sensations as the parties sign them in testimony of their intentions and commitment.
I'm also including Part Three of your story. It's mostly punishment fantasy and it's getting a bit wet and messy - if you're hesitant or put off, remember it's just a story. I much prefer the real-time version because we don't know what will happen.
Enjoy your trip and if you get the chance, drop me a line or two about your nasty adventures in Sin City.
Goat Boy
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