Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... penetrations.

Exposed to this raw violence, yes, some quailed; said he played too hard. But none of his partners agreed. When asked, they often shivered; would acknowledge he'd taken them deeper into torture than they'd ever been taken before; had hurt them more profoundly than they'd thought they could endure. But in the telling, their eyes lost focus and their cunts grew wet. They licked their lips and hungered for his imprint once more upon them. He used them with a purity that validated their natures. They were submissive pain sluts and they responded to their objectification; rose to the challenge of a Dom who used them solely as receptacles for his sadistic release. They sought him out again and again to be ruined so deliciously and completely.

Jeremy tightened his grip on Claire's head with both hands and shoved his cock deep down her throat; really deep, like nut-sack-bumping-her-chin deep. He squeezed his butt muscles to gain that last inch of insertion and then abruptly withdrew his stiff cock from Claire's mouth, which left her gasping.

"OK slut, the smoking lamp is lit up on Kay and I'm gonna get me some of that. I'll feed you later. But worry not, there are others lined up to make a deposit."

Kay was on all fours and Jim and the new guy hovered around

her like bees lined up to land at the honey hive. The new guy was fucking her ass and Jim was amusing himself inserting needles in her nipples and down her back, close in to her spine.

Jeremy ...

... liked Kay. A lot. He was one of her few regulars and they went back some years. She was a hot, nasty, masochistic little slut kept all under cover of her prim and proper school-nurse persona. And he respected Richard immensely. He'd really done a masterful job enslaving her. He'd lifted the lid on a bubbling libido nobody else would have suspected of being so bent. But Richard, man, he opened her up like a tin can, reached in deep and damn if he didn't find himself the makings of a right shameless slut. Pried her away from her vanilla moorings and man, there was no going back for the bitch. He owned her body and soul.

First, he liberated her submissive nature from all the societal crap that said she shouldn't let herself be controlled by the will of a strong man. He cultivated her masochism even though heavy torture wasn't really his thing, and got her truly addicted to pain. And then he cracked open that bent libido. Kay craved service and objectification. She needed to serve dick; especially strange dick, and she needed lots of it. But only with permission. And there was the genius of Richard's Mastery.

On her own, Jeremy doubted Kay would ever have divined her needs, and wouldnever have acted on them. The power of sexual submission was just too antithetical to the free-floating feminist indoctrination of the age, which she'd inhaled along with the air she breathed. And surrender to her slutty sexual cravings would have been unthinkable. Fantasies of violent gang rape and ...