Cock and ball torture can be performed in various ways. Of course if you keep reading you might find yourself cringing and moaning as you make your way down my little list of different types of CBT.

Before I run off that list, let me tell you that there are some CBT procedures that are either down right dangerous or out of this world. For example… a guy I know has a wife who will smash use a meat tenderizer on his testicles. Now I have been told that it hurts so you do need to be careful if you try this at home.

The tenderizer from what I was told was one of those that were made of stainless steel and of course with it being a tenderizer, it had the little lumps in it that were needed to tenderize the meat.

This guy would also head interstate to see a Mistress that would perform all sorts of CBT on him, along with other painful pleasures that she would bestow on his body. Some of the pleasures he endured included; his Mistress nailing his scrotum to a wooden board, needles inserted into the skin around the head of his cock and heels on his cock and balls.

Now onto my little list of ways that some people perform cock and ball torture…

Stomping – can either be performed either barefoot or in heels.

Needles and Piercing - needs to be performed by someone who knows what they are doing so as not to cause permanent damage to his cock and or balls.

Binding – A guy’s cock and balls are bound with rope, chains or leather.

Whipping, caning, and strapping – this is self explanatory really. My slave loves it when I whip, paddle and cane his cock and balls while they are bound. His cock is always very hard when I perform this form of CBT on him.

Pegs – pegs can be placed around the head and I have quite often placed them carefully around the scrotum. I like to remove the pegs by whipping them free, they pinch nicely when are removed.

Other forms of CBT include; biting both cock and balls, being careful not to break the skin. Squeezing balls tightly until the guy squirms for you is another form of CBT.

Although these forms of CBT are quite mild compared to some, I’ll be back again with another list very soon. I need to talk to a few ladies I know to find out how they perform CBT on their slaves.

“Here you are,” he said as he threw a work order down on the desk in front of me. “Get out there and fix her pump and make sure the bitch pays you for it.”

“I beg your pardon?” I always collected payment for the work he sent me out to do so would I not collect payment this time?

“You heard me – just don’t come back without the cash!”

On the way I passed Harry, the guy whose job I had been hired to fill when Harry got promoted.

“Hey Harry, have you got some directions you can give me to this place?” I asked as I showed him the work order.

“Ah … I bet the boss told you not to come back without the money.”

“How did you know?”

Harry just laughed and pulled a pencil out of his pocket to draw a rough map for me on the back of the work order.

On the way out to the farm I mulled over what he had told me while he sketched in the roads and intersections and marked the turning points. It seemed that I was heading out to see Toni Telezza, a single mother from the city who was probably around 25 – not much younger than me - and who had gained ownership of 100 acres of prime river-front land by means that were not clear to anyone in town.

Once she had the land she had set about building a house on it and the word around town was that she had paid for it with her body. No tradesmen were prepared to confirm such a rumor but it was known that one person had definitely been paid in cash and that person was my boss.

It wasn’t that the nasty fat little man who employed me hadn’t offered to take her body in full payment because he certainly had. But it was reported that she had been overheard telling him that there was no way she would let a ‘sweaty grubby little germ like him get anywhere near her naked body’.

Ah the joys of small town gossip.

But then again … as I pulled up to the house I could see how such rumors could start. Toni Telezza came out onto the porch to meet me and one look at that hot blonde Milf was enough to get my cock rather interested in the world around it.

Toni was wearing a tight and very short pair of shorts and a tight T-shirt that was really stretched across her over-large tits. Her warm and friendly smile was enough to make my cock start to twitch and throb.

She led me down to the river and showed me where the pump was located that needed repairing. While I got down to work she reclined on a rock nearby and let the warm sun beat down on her.

“I suppose that nasty little man warned you about me and told you to make sure you came back with the money?”

I looked up at her and for a fleeting moment pictured myself between those welcoming thighs.

“Ummm … yes he did.”

“And I suppose he told you those rumors about me too?”

“Well … no, but … I have heard them.”

She laughed and slid off the rock and knelt on the other side of the pump and looked at me.

“Do you think they’re true?”

I looked into her wide blue eyes and saw the twinkle of mischief in them,

“I’m sure those rumors are true.”

She looked at me for a moment and then laughed again.

“Have you finished fixing the pump?” she asked as she stood up.

“I sure have ma’am.”

“Then you better fix me before you go.”

I looked up into those twinkling blue eyes and knew exactly what she meant.

I took her right there on the river bank – in the long grass and with the warm sun beating down on us. While she stood there I unfastened her shorts and pulled them down to her ankles. She wore red satin panties under those shorts and I left them where they were and slipped my fingers inside them … and inside her pussy.

She caught her breath as I slipped two fingers inside her and that changed to a choking sob as my fingers found her g-spot and ravaged it. Again and again I ran my fingers over it and she gasped and moaned, twitched and squirmed as ever touch on that hidden spot ignited a searing wave of pleasure that ripped through her.

Her legs began to shake and she struggled to settle down on the grass but I kept her standing, impaled on those fingers that kept on inflicting pleasure on every part of her body.

“Oh please … oh please … no more,” she begged as she squirmed and tried to escape from the silken torture.

All she managed to do was bring her g-spot into more contact with my fingers and inflict even more pleasure on her overloaded brain.

After a few more moments I withdrew my fingers and tasted her juice – my whole hand was dripping with her pussy juice and my cock was demanding a turn inside her love hole. As I withdrew my fingers she slowly sank to the ground and lay there trying to catch her breath and come down from the heights of pleasure that I had sent her to.

When she seemed to have recovered slightly I knelt between her shapely legs and lifted them up over my shoulders. She pulled the crotch of her panties to one side and I slipped my cock into her.

As it went into her I held her gaze, willing her to look into my eyes. The further I slipped into her the wider her eyes became until I could go no further. At that point her eyes were wide open in total surprise and her mouth was open in a silent scream. She was feeling me in every cell of her body and brain.

Oh God it felt good to have that slut’s cunt wrapped around my cock and I knew that I wanted more … much more … of this bitch.

I reached down and wrapped my hands around her throat. I felt her body go tense as I knew it would. Her pleasure was now flavored with fear and she would remember me and this session for ever.

Still holding her gaze I held her by the throat and began to fuck her. Slowly at first with long slow thrusts that went deep into her consciousness. Then faster and faster till she was screaming with every thrust and I my cries were joining hers.

When I came I flooded her tight twat with my hot sticky cum and when I left her there on the riverbank it was still dribbling out from between her battered pussy lips.

Before I left I took the check she had prepared from the pocket in her shorts. Before I disappeared out of sight I turned and looked back. She waved … just a gentle movement of the fingers of one hand but it was all I needed.

When I got back to the store I walked into the office and dropped the check on the owner’s desk. He looked up at me and almost snarled.

“So you didn’t score with her either?”

I looked down at his pudgy sweaty face and my lip curled in disdain.

“Not only did I score with her but I’m moving out of the boarding house tonight – out to her place. You just have to know how to handle a woman like her … some of us do … while a lot of others don’t”

His face was just starting to turn purple as I walked out of his office.

She didn’t really care how old they were just so long as their cock was stiff and they were prepared to fuck her like a whore. But off course, she did have her preferences and if she had a choice she would always choose a younger guy.

The raw and savage fucking she got from some of them might leave her pussy battered and bruised but they made her feel so good! Older guys were great but younger guys were a delicacy she could never pass up. That was why she was here with Ben and not the older guy who had approached her at the party.

It hadn’t taken much effort really … Ben had always had the hots for her and while she may not have realized it he had hit the party with every intention of seducing her that night too.

So there he was, lying on the bed watching this older brunette slowly strip to the waist. He had asked Natalie not to take her short skirt off because it was his ‘thing’. He liked to enjoy a woman who wanted sex so badly that she didn’t wait to take her skirt off and girls his age just didn’t seem to understand that.

They always wanted to get naked and thought he was strange if he asked them to leave their skirt on. Maybe that was why he preferred older women and why he had always had the hots for Natalie. She certainly looked good in her body was definitely hot!

She might have been his mother’s best friend and she might have been married but that was no reason for him not to enjoy her if he got the chance. And he was about to get that chance because she had just dropped her bra on the floor and was smiling at him as she slowly slid her short tight skirt up on her hips.

Natalie couldn’t believe how big and hard his cock was. It had been a long time since she had fucked a cock that size and she was so horny she could feel her pussy juice beginning to run down the inside of her thighs. Slowly she crawled onto the bed and slid her body up over his.

She knew she didn’t have to hurry because she had already hinted to her husband that she wanted some personal space tonight. He knew what Natalie meant and he would give her what she wanted.

Ben caught his breath as he felt her ripe tits brush over his balls and then move over his belly and up onto his chest. He could feel her nipples, rock hard and pressing against him and it was the final touch; his cock began to throb and he knew that this was going to be a night to remember.

He reached up and slipped his fingers into her thick black hair and slowly pulled her down till their lips touched. Before she could go further with the kiss she thought he was seeking he twisted his fingers in her hair and pulled her to one side. She squealed in pain and went over onto her back beside him.

In a flash he was on top of her and she was spreading her legs wide and welcoming him into her body. She gasped as his cock drove into her tight cunt and her eyes went wide with surprise as the pleasure exploded inside her head.

He drove into her again and again with wild savage thrusts that drove the air out of her lungs each time his balls slapped against her. Suddenly the dam broke inside her and the extreme pleasure took control. She dug her nails into his back and cursed him and urged him to fuck her harder.

He cried out in paid as her nails raked his back and he wrapped his big hands around her throat and held her while he slammed into her again and again. The hint of fear only added to her pleasure and she screamed as her body exploded in a wild mad rush of pleasure that tortured every nerve ending.

Then she reached up and dragged his face down to hers. At first he thought she would kiss him and her lips were soft against his but then she opened them wider … and bit him.

The shock hit him like a sledge hammer and he released his grip on her throat and stopped pounding her pussy. That was what she was waiting for and with a cry of animal triumph she pushed up and rolled him over onto his back.

Now she was on top and she rode his cock like a crazed whore who was addicted to the pleasure that ripped through her body. He struggled to regain control and they rolled off the bed and onto the floor fucking like two wild animals locked in mortal combat.

By the time they were finished and she was full of his hot cum the room was trashed and they were both battered and bruised. He knew that he could hardly walk and so he started to crawl from the room but Natalie wasn’t finished yet.

She wanted more and she wasn’t going to let him escape so easily. She struggled to her feet and just as he reached the door she launched herself at him. He heard her wild cry and half turned just in time to take the full weight of her on his back and side.

They rolled out into the hall together and the passion began again. Deep inside his pleasure sodden brain a little voice told him that wild uninhibited sex was always what he had wanted and so he had better be prepared to enjoy it.

Sure it might mean that I’m away at sea for much of the year but I don’t miss the nightlife that others might enjoy and I sure don’t miss out on pussy either. You wouldn’t believe how horny many of those older babes can be and even on a small boat there’s always a chance of some nookie when the old man isn’t watching.

They seemed a pretty cool couple, he was in his fifties and owned a small engineering firm in Sydney and she was a rather hot looking brunette who was well into her forties. Despite being that old her boobs were still natural and firm and her body was fairly trim although she did have some stretch marks.

Stretch marks didn’t worry me and I hardly noticed them anyway because every time she wore a bikini a little curl of black pussy hair peeked up over the top of it and I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. She caught me looking at it and gave me a sort of friendly sort of smile that wasn’t quite an invitation to go further but certainly wasn’t a frosty but polite ‘fuck off’.

She wasn’t afraid to go topless either and as soon as we cleared the mouth of the Brisbane River her top came off and the only time she covered her tits after that was during the evening when it was cool or when we were heading into port to drop her husband off.

And two days out of Brisbane we did have to drop him off at a little coastal village called Tin Can Bay. He had taken a call on the satellite phone from his business; some crisis had arisen and he was needed back there urgently. I thought that might have spelled the end of the cruise but he reckoned that he could fix the problem and be waiting for us by the time we reached Townsville if I was prepared to work with his wife and keep sailing north.

Of course that was cool with me, his wife was good sailor and we could certainly handle the boat between us. Besides, I was looking forward to spending some time alone with his wife. I’d caught the promise of something in her dark eyes as she glanced at me when her husband suggested that she and I take the boat on alone. Finding out what that promise might be could be fun.

When she came back to the boat after seeing her husband we wasted no time in heading back out to sea and she wasted no time in letting me see what lay ahead. As soon as I had the mooring lines stowed away she called me down into the cockpit.

Her top had gone and all she wore was a short wrap-around skirt with a split that ran straight up the front and hid very little from view. She had a chart open on the small table in the cockpit and beckoned me over to look at it with her. It basically showed that we had two options; one was to sail south for a couple of hours and go round Fraser Island and out into open waters before turning north.

The other option was to sail up the channel between Fraser Island and the mainland but it also meant that we would be sailing through some shallow water in the dark.

“Do you know the straight well enough to get us through there in the dark?” she asked as she half-turned towards me.

Her bare breast brushed against my arm and I heard her catch her breath. I looked down into her eyes and there was the invitation I had been hoping to see. I nodded slightly and reached over to the throttle lever and slowed the engine till the boat had just enough headway on her to stop from drifting.

We were in the channel and the way ahead would be clear for quite some time at that speed so I cut in the auto pilot and she was mine.

I sat down on the bench that ran across the back of the cockpit and she straddled me and knelt over me. Her ripe tits were in my face and I kissed and licked the smooth brown skin. She moaned softly as my tongue flicked over her hard nipples and my hands slipped under her short skirt and cupped her ass cheeks.

Her moan changed to a sigh as my fingers found her ass and began to play and probe and she gasped when my mouth closed over one nipple and I began to suck.

The foreplay was slow and sensual, I have fucked many an older woman and I knew how to please this one. A finger deep in her ass had her slowly writhing with pleasure, three fingers in her wet pussy had her gasping and riding them and when I found her G-spot she went rigid as an orgasm gripped her.

When I took her it was from behind as she knelt on the seat. I slowly eased my cock into her and felt the slight resistance of her tight cunt. The deeper I went the tighter it got until I was balls deep in her and my cock filled her

I withdrew and slowly pushed into her again. This time a low growl started deep in her throat and became louder as I began to fuck her harder and faster. In the end I was slamming into her with long driving thrusts that were pushing her out of the cockpit and onto the deck. With every thrust into her she would scream her pleasure to the world and with every retreat she would curse me and demand that I give her more.

Fortunately the waters around us were empty and our fucking went un-noticed. But the pleasure that both of us were experiencing could not be ignored. Her cunt was full of her pussy juice and it ran out over my cock and down my balls.

My head was pounding and every fibre of my body was screaming with an overload of pleasure but I was determined not to give in and blow my load before the bitch begged me to do it. Instead I concentrated on the curve of her ass and the way it rippled every time I slammed into her.

I focused on the feel of her skin against my hands as I held her down and fucked her. I cursed her for being a slut who needed to cheat on her husband and she just laughed.

“Give it to me you fucking bastard – you’ve fucked me like a whore so now give me my reward!”

I pulled her hips towards me and with one final thrust lost control. Again and again I pumped my cum into her as she laughed and demanded that I give her more. In the end I had no more to give her, my legs were shaking, my hard cock was deflating and I was finished. I collapsed onto the seat beside her.

She took my face in her hands and kissed me savagely.

“That’s what I want all the way to Townsville!”

And that’s what she got as we anchored in the straights overnight, out in the bay the next morning as whales played around the boat and throughout the warm days and cool nights all the way up the coast to meet her husband.

The hot water struck my weary body in a thousand tiny darts and, whether ‘they’ would be here soon or not, I was not going to rush my time in the shower.

I had just spent almost all day on some yard work and I needed some time to recharge my batteries for the fun that was coming tonight. And just thinking about that fun had my cock starting to tingle as the thought of another night of sex and debauchery lingered in my mind.

Lots of people seem to think of swinging as big groups of people getting together for free sex and we had certainly enjoyed some times in groups like that. We still did occasionally go to some of those gatherings but we found most of our fun in just a small group of four couples.

I was just about through with the shower when I heard the en suite door open. I expected to see Val coming through the door to hurry me up again but instead it was Pam. Pam was Ray’s wife and she was one hell of a fuck and perhaps the babe I enjoyed reaming the most.

“Hey Paul … want some company?”

Before I could answer she was stripping and stepping into the shower with me. I took her in my arms and kissed her slowly. At the same time I let my hands wander over her tight body and cup her tight ass cheeks. The pleasure of kissing another man’s naked wife is a pleasure beyond what words can describe and my cock was growing stiff and eager.

“Can I have some of that too?”

We both looked around and there was Gloria already naked and stepping into the shower with us. Fortunately when we designed the house we had the shower built right across one wall of the bathroom. There was more than enough room for two, plenty of room for three and just enough for four and that was perfect for no sooner had I begun to say hello to Gloria than sexy Sammie was coming through the doorway too. Obviously all the couples had arrived while I was still in the shower.

What does one guy do with three wet and naked women? Enjoy them of course and that’s just what I did. They set the pace and all I remember was a blur of wet boobs, hard nipples, my cock being sucked by eager mouths and pussies being fingered and fucked.

Whose mouth was on my cock and whose pussy I was plundering at any particular time was impossible to say and at times one girl was on my cock, another was licking my balls and the third was kissing me. It was just a blur of continual pleasure that started in the shower, moved out onto the tiled floor and ended on the carpet in the master bedroom as I blew my load in Gloria’s ass while Sammy lay underneath us and licked my balls and Pam knelt beside me and French-kissed me.

All that was played out to a symphony of screams and howls of pleasure from the king-size bed as Val took all three of the girls’ husbands at once. That bitch loved double penetration and I knew that it wasn’t going to be the last time that night that she got what she wanted.

And all that was before we even fired up the BBQ. It was going to be a long night of hard sex but then that’s what attracted all of us to the swinging lifestyle in the first place.

Hell yes!

As a long-term swinger I can tell you that it can be the wildest time you have ever experienced and as a female I can tell you that it’s the best way I can think of to have sex with more men than I can count without getting my husband jealous. How can he get jealous when he’s nailing just as many chicks as guys who are nailing me?

While I’m getting fucked every way imaginable … and plenty that aren’t and going from one screaming orgasm to another … he’s fucking one tight pussy after another. It’s the perfect win/win situation and our marriage has become stronger since we started swinging.

They can think of themselves as completely unattractive and they’re afraid that if they try swinging they will be rejected because they aren’t pretty enough or they’ve got stretch marks or cellulite or any one of a dozen other reasons why they won’t be accepted. Sadly they don’t understand that most swinging groups are made up of ordinary people just like those you see on the streets and down at the malls every day of the week.

If the swinging groups are made up of ordinary people then ordinary people just like you and me will fit right in and feel comfortable.

So if you’re a guy who wants to get into swinging and your lady doesn’t then don’t push her. Instead take it slowly, sit down and talk it through and even show her some swinging sites so that she can see that she really does have nothing to fear. Most swingers groups will have some strictly social events and suggest that you start by going to those.

Make your lady feel comfortable and let her take control of the situation and even set the pace. But even when she does agree to go to a full-on swinging session don’t think your problems are over because they could just be starting.

My partner and I have seen lots of girls come right out of their shells in swinging groups and that innocent little sweetie some guy has married is really turns out to be a raging whore underneath that sweet exterior. Could you handle it if your partner turned into a wild sex machine?

What would happen and how would you feel if you didn’t score with any chicks at the party but your partner got fucked senseless and enjoyed every second of it. How would you feel if some guy made her moan and scream more than you ever could?

We’ve seen it happen and some guys can handle it and others can’t. It’s really sad to see that situation because the guy has usually done all the pushing to get her into the swinging scene and suddenly she’s enjoying it and he isn’t.

So even if you’re partner is ready you may not really be as ready as you think so be careful and consider every aspect of swinging before you jump into the situation.

Even if you are both quite balanced about the whole situation still be prepared to take things slowly. The best swinging groups are very well organized and will ease you into the scene. You will find that there is a certain etiquette that you need to understand and follow.

You should never be rude and pushy and just because a sexy babe attends a session and you want her doesn’t mean that she may necessarily want to have sex with you. Nor is there any obligation for her to do that so be prepared to accept a polite refusal now and again.

Even if someone is willing to have sex with you don’t rush it, they are more than just a pussy to fuck and if you treat them like a real person you could be on your way to establishing a serious ongoing relationship between them and their partner and you and your partner.

There’s a lot more to swinging that just what I’ve mentioned here because it really is a way of life and you can’t cover that in just a few paragraphs. So be prepared to learn as you go, be prepared for a lot of fun, a lot of great sex and some interesting relationships.

These days there are plenty of horny teens around who want to fuck their brains out and there are even more Milfs who want to play around while their husband isn’t watching and guys can have those for free. Yet so many guys are looking for babes who are older and they are even prepared to pay to get what they want.

Is it because they have some nasty little fetish about mother-figures or is it something entirely different?

But I really do think that they are definitely in the minority and from personal experience I would suggest that many younger guys chase after older women simply because they want more from sex than what they get with girls their own age.

I know that it’s trite to say that older women are more sexually experienced and so give their partners a better experience in bed. It’s also something you will see used as a marketing tool for adult sites that feature mature women but it’s more than just hype or spin because it’s something that certainly seems to be true.

At one stage while I was working as an escort I had one young guy who saw me almost every week. When you’re being extremely intimate with a guy like that over a long period of time it’s impossible not to form some sort of relationship with him that goes beyond a simple money for sex type transaction. There is no doubt that we became close and it gave me a chance to look inside his head.

After a few visits our sessions together became more than just a quick bang; we enjoyed some wild sex together as I taught him and he taught me too. After sessions like that we would just lay together kissing and touching as we came down from the incredible highs that we would often reach.

On one of those occasions I asked him why he came to see an older woman and his answer was quite interesting. He told me that he came to me because I gave him more pleasure than any girl his own age had ever given him. While many girls his own age were more interested in what pleasure he could give them he found that both I, and other older women he had been with were more concerned with making him feel good because that made us feel good.

Another younger guy that saw me regularly had much the same view although he added that most girls his own age were so inexperienced that sex with them was rather plain and perhaps even boring.

For him sex with older women was all about being adventurous and experiencing new things, new techniques, new pleasures and being able to fuck a woman who was always ready for more. He also found that the older women that he had sampled had fewer taboos than the girls around his own age so he could enjoy more than other guys his own age.

Another escort I knew had her share of regulars who were younger guys too. Like my guys her younger guys weren’t mommies’ boys coming for attention but horny guys looking for the best fuck they could find.

And what’s it like for an older woman being nailed by a younger guy? Well let’s just say that I’ve got very wet and very horny just remembering the hard driving fuck sessions I used to enjoy with my younger guys.

“Hi Glen” she said in a seductive voice as she came into my office.

I could have almost doubled my paycheck at several other places in town but here at Rightway Industries I got a paycheck and a monthly bonus and the boss’s wife as well. And some day, if the boss kept on eating and drinking the way he was I could maybe even have the company as well … all I had to do was keep Mrs. Boss happy. So there was no way I was ever going to work anywhere else

“So what’s it to be tonight Abbey?”

I thought she looked slutty all the time but then that was half her attraction for me. For some reason a girl who looks like an absolute whore turns me on and Abbey Right always looked like an absolute whore. That’s not to say she wasn’t attractive, a shapely brunette with a cheeky smile, big tits and the firmest ass I had ever nailed would always be attractive but somehow Abbey managed to look attractive and like a total slut all at the same time.

The short tight skirt she was wearing along with the low-cut top would have been enough to get her arrested as a hooker if she had been out on the street but then Abbey never walked anywhere – not when she had a Ferrari to carry her wherever she wanted to go.

“Are you wearing panties under that skirt?” I asked. “A real slut wouldn’t be wearing any panties.

“Perhaps you should check for yourself …” she challenged.

I got up and walked around to where she was. She thought I was going to kiss her but instead I grabbed her roughly, spun her around and bent her over the desk. She squealed as I slapped her ass and pushed the skirt up over her thighs.

“You whore! You’re not wearing any panties at all.”

“A whore am I? Then you better take me like one!”

So I did. I held her down while I unbuckled my belt and got my cock hard. That didn’t take long, the sight of her cute bare ass was enough to make any man hard and horny and I had the added incentive of knowing just how good it felt deep inside her wet cunt.

“Have you fucked someone before you came here?”

I could smell the cum in her and there was the unmistakable smell of a bitch on heat.

“What do you think?” she giggled.

“You have! Who was it?”

“You don’t need to know that … Ooowwww you’re hurtin me!”

“Tell me or I’ll pull your hair even harder bitch.”

“My husband … I fucked my husband … so now claim me as yours!”

I laughed as I spread her cheeks and slammed my cock into her. My first thrust pushed her across the desk and my keyboard crashed to the floor. I dragged her back and then nailed her again.

I was fucking a cum-filled whore and claiming her as my own because it would be my cum that was the last in her. She and I both knew what that meant – I was her alpha male and the bitch was going to remember that.

Again and again I drove my cock deep into her and she clung to the desk in a desperate attempt to save herself from being pushed onto the floor. Every thrust into her produced a gasp as pleasure ripped through her body and every time I withdrew she would moan only to gasp again as I slammed back into her.

“Oh God please …”

And I cut her short with another thrust into her. She squirmed and pretended to try and get away but I grabbed her long black hair and held her as I went on fucking her. She was my bitch and I was going to make sure that I had final claim on her cunt for that night.

And then … suddenly … I changed my mind. I wanted something more public than just filling her pussy with cum. She was going to walk out of here wearing it.

I dragged her off the table and pushed her down onto her knees.

“Suck it slut!”

She obeyed as I knew she would but the slut’s heart wasn’t in it. She wasn’t swallowing enough of it so I grabbed her head in my hands and skull fucked her till she was choking and gagging.

Only when I saw the tears in her eyes did I stop fucking her throat - I probably would have gone on doing it but I was ready. So I pulled my cock out of her throat and she stroked it as it gushed hot cum all over her face.

It shot up her nose and into her mouth and ran down her chin.

“Now get out and let me get this work finished.”

She got up without a word and left. Tomorrow when she came in to visit her husband it would be as if she hardly knew me but sometime next week when I was working back she would come again … as she always did … for the excitement of office sex was an addiction we both shared

I don’t normally look forward to my birthday, but this birthday surprise organized by a very good friend. And he thought I would love some balloons. He promised to join me after I had experienced and enjoyed the moment.

My heart raced when I walked in the door. I looked around admiring the different colors and the many shapes. Long silver worm shapes, big rubber balls, small tear drops and I could see a small animal shape hiding amongst the colors.

I removed my clothes, panties and bra and tossed them into the corner out of the way. I looked for the animal shaped rubber balloon hiding amongst the others and… I threw myself in amongst them and thankfully most of the broke my fall. I heard a few of them popping and small bits of rubber flew all around me, but the smell was incredible.

The smell of latex covered my naked flesh and I found myself swimming in a room of rubber balloons. The experience was something I would remember for a long time. I opened my eyes and spotted the big rubber horse. He was huge. I climbed onto his back and bounced around the room, trying so hard to make those balloons pop.

I squeezed them and I bounced on them. The sound of them popping was like music to my ears. But I really wanted to make more noise… I wanted to hear the explosions ringing in my ears as each balloon burst under my touch. Then I remembered that my friend had left a popper in one of the corners of the room.

I used my rubber bouncing animal to my advantage. We bounced from corner to corner until I found what I was looking for. It was covered in a nice leather pouch. I opened it and slowly slid the popper from its confines.

I looked at all the balloons and wondered where to start. Which one would be the first to feel the popper bursts its rubber skin? The silver one looked very appealing. It was long but then I thought it would be nice to feel it between my legs… later…

There was a small cluster close to me. I climbed down off my rubber horse and held a bright yellow one in my hand. I held the popper high and brought my hand down until I felt the tip of the popper burst the rubber. It exploded around me. Bits of rubber flew around the room, the smell of latex hung in the air. It was a huge turn on and once I started I couldn’t stop until every balloon in the room had succumbed to my new popper.

I felt like I had been popping balloons for what seemed like forever. The adrenalin rush was incredible; the latex aroma that filled my lungs was mind-blowing and deep inside me I thanked my friend for giving me such a wonderful gift.

Now I wish he’d hurry up and arrive so I could thank him personally.

Whenever my slave comes to visit me, it is never a case of just pain before pleasure, but his visit most certainly evolve around pleasure and pain.

When he arrives he is almost always wearing his cock attire. A leather cock and ball band that is buckled tightly with rings hanging down. Those rings allow me to attach a length of chain, and hanging from those two heavy weights.

There were no words spoken as I attached the weights to the cock ring and chain. The weights pull down heavily on his cock and balls. Teasingly I hold them in one hand before swinging them. He tells me that it is an unusual feeling, pulling gently on his balls. The feeling isn’t unpleasant, but it hurts a little.

He looks quite good in his new attire of leather, chains and weights. But there is more. Inside his little bag of goodies I find some pegs. They are just the ordinary clothes pegs that one would use to hang out their washing. These will add a little color to his already red cock and balls.

When I added the pegs, I pinched the skin gently, pulling it to me before placing the pegs in various spots around his scrotum. I am very careful when I do this. I know I like to inflict the pain that is involved but at the same time I want to play for hours, rather than just a few moments.

His gasps of painful pleasure were like music to my ears. His pain was my pleasure. During our time together I attached five pegs to his scrotum and once they were in place, I flicked them up and down, until his painful pleasure echoed around the room.

He bent over the end of my wooden bed, his hands resting flat on the mattress, his legs spread wide and he knew what was about to happen. He knew that he was in trouble because he had cancelled a time with me the week before without a real excuse. I spanked his bottom until it was glowing, a nice shade of red.

I spanked him once on each cheek, rubbed it a little and then spanked him some more. I started softly until my hand left stinging marks against his normally white flesh. When I thought his bottom was red enough, I used my studded paddle, followed by my new whip.

The welt marks could possibly last a few days, but I wanted to make sure they lasted a little longer. I have a special bamboo cane that he gave me to use on his bottom, legs, cock and balls.

I started lightly with the cane; the stinging was only just there, so he said. So I used it again, this time a little harder and then a littler harder than that. I heard a sharp intake of breath and I realized that he had felt the stinging worse than he had ever felt it before. But not once did he use his safeword.

He was marked nicely, but there was one more pleasure that I wanted to add to his pain. A painful reminder not to cancel his appointment with me for no reason; I found out that fishing is not a real reason if he is true to his Mistress.

With his cock and balls hanging down, I picked up my paddle and gently tapped them. It was only a light tap, and he didn’t respond the way I thought he would. A little harder perhaps and yes… that worked.

He spoke without permission, begging me to hit his balls harder. Of course I obliged because unless I give him permission to speak he will be punished. I picked up my new cane and tapped his balls lightly. It was then that I realized the pegs were still firmly attached to his scrotum.

With perfect aim, I brought the cane down on each of them, they flew off going in different directions and the sounds escaping his lips were wonderful. He thanked me each time but for now this part of the session was over and it was time for him to turn around so his cock was all mine to play with. But that is another story…

Mistress Marie

Underwater sex covers a variety of choices when it comes to the many pleasures that this type of sex can give you. Some of those varieties include underwater sex material, the feeling of weightlessness, the wet look, breath holding, floating and scuba diving can also be included in this type of kink.

A lot of people also associate underwater sex with mermaids. The fantasies and the reality of such an experience are incredible. I have had the opportunity to write several stories for a guy who runs an underwater sex site, and I must admit that it was a huge turn on. I believe it was a turn on because it was something a little different and I was able to share my fantasies with others.

But there may have been a little reality embedded in those stories also. When you talk about mermaid, it certainly takes you back to the stories about mermaids. From there you can build on those stories and turn them into lesbian stories, male / female stories or bondage stories.

Of course you can also take them to the depths of the sea or deep pools where divers receive blowjobs from babes. Some guys get off on watching babes just floating in the water. They could be naked, or dressed in swim wear, bikinis or even thongs or g-strings.

From what I have read and what I have been told, it is the erotic look that a girl takes on with her hair flowing softly around her face that turns a lot of guys on. Personally the thought of bondage underwater or in water is a huge factor when it comes to something a little different and a little kinkier.

If you have ever experienced sex in the water or swum naked, you will understand what others feel when they try underwater sex. I am sure that it depends on you how far you want to take these pleasures. Underwater sex can be as imaginative as you want it to be. It can involve full on sex, blowjobs, cumshots, masturbation, bondage and anal sex.

The positions are endless really… and can be performed in water as deep as you feel comfortable with. Scuba gear and scuba diving is very popular among water sex lovers, but at the same time precautions do need to be taken when practicing a fetish that you have never tried before.

We had a lot of laughs together and we got a lot of work done but I never tried to cross the line with her. It was business and we kept it that way and we lasted like that for several years. Then one Christmas Eve I dared to kiss her cheek as we exchanged.

After one particularly wild session the pillow talk turned to that first kiss and I asked her why she had done it. I was surprised to learn that she had wanted to get involved in something a lot heavier than just friendship only a few months after she started working for me but had wanted me to take the first step.

She thought that I had been rather thick not to notice her signals and had finally decided to take the lead herself. So when I hit my new office I decided that I wasn’t going to be so slow and I started to look for signals. Sure enough, the secretary at my new office was sending them too.

Then I talked to a few buddies and they had similar experiences. There are a lot of women out there, working in offices and other places, who don’t mind a little fun on the side. They want to play up and they don’t mind if guys at work make advances.

Perhaps that all sounds a little like a fantasy but it seems that there is a lot of office sex going on that others don’t really notice. Sure there’s a lot of publicity about girls getting a lot of unwanted sexual advances at work and it’s definitely wrong for guys to keep on pushing when a girl makes it clear she’s not interested but there are lots of females out in the workplace who want to have fun.

Those girls are the ones you don’t hear about because they want to keep it discreet and personal and I think that there are probably more of them out there who want to have fun than those you hear about who don’t want to play up.

So start looking around for the signs; discreet and private smiles that only you can see, winks, touches, encounters in the filing room when you’re out there looking for something and she just happens to come in.

Don’t rush into it even if you’re sure those things are happening. Just return them and let the girl take the lead. And when she does take the lead be prepared to for some of the wildest fun you’ve ever had.

A lot of those girls want nothing more than some discreet and exciting sex – just what they’re not getting at home. Others might be looking for a promotion or a raise in pay – whatever they want play along with it and make sure that you have a lot of fun joining in with the rest of us who enjoy some serious office sex.