The Dark Side - Sex Stories

The Dark Side

... hard, sensitive, and every time Desiree even grazed them lightly with her fingertips, he whimpered uncontrollably and his body would convulse with waves of ecstasy. She did more than merely graze them, however, she focused on them. She pinched them until he cried out, pulled them until his body contorted. She twisted them like they were knobs on a transistor radio and she was trying to find the public owned radio station at the end of the dial. And in between all of that, she softly, sensually, rubbed them causing David to sob uncontrollably from the heightened pleasure he experienced in every cell of his body. The entire time she was playing with his nipples, Desiree whispered in his ear. Her soft, sexy voice serenaded him, the warmth of her body dangerously close, her soft, full mounds of breast flesh pressed against his back. “Pleasure and pain are blurred to you now.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she released the hook that suspended his arms above his head and he came crashing down. He crumpled to the floor, he head banging the iron bars rendering him nearly unconscious and his arms burning with pins and needles from the blood flow. His soul cried out, “Thank you, goddess,” from a place of sincerity and pure gratitude but no words escaped his lips. He was disoriented. He didn’t know how long he had been suspended but he was almost sure his time had to be up. He was not to be so lucky. Producing a skeleton key, Desiree’ unlocked the padlock on the thing ...

... surrounding his head. Being free from that thing was a sense of liberation like he’d never known before. She undid the handcuffs and the leg restraints as well and he curled up into the fetal position, ostensibly licking his emotional wounds. David was not to have reprieve however. Extending her gloved hand to him, she led him to a stockade device. It appeared to be authentic as well. With a mere nod of her head, Desiree indicated that she wanted him to place his head and arms in the contraption. He bent over table before him and positioned himself with his head in the opening, followed by his arms, and awaited the suffocating lumber to be lowered down, securing him in place. Desiree’ struggled. It was not at all light and it was cumbersome and heavy to move. Once slammed into place, another padlock was used to lock it in place. “You know,” she said, “that’s real slavery. I removed all your restraints, you were free to run, to get away, but you stayed. I own you now. You’re my bitch, Dayo. You belong to me.” She was smiling, smug and arrogant almost but not in the same way as David usually was. It was contentment, satisfaction beamed from inside her. David was not so pleased with himself. He rejected the notion that he had been broken so easily. He wanted to curse her out, he wanted to call her names and spit on her. He didn’t. If one thing was evident, the stockade was designed so that David’s ass and cock were exposed and easily accessible. David was helpless. His arms and head were ...