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Captain Who?
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Posted:Sep 18, 2009 3:05 am
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2012 12:00 pm
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I'm planning a new erotic BDSM story and I need a name for one of the characters. I've never been good at names.
The setting is on a pirate ship off the american coast. My poor damsel is tied to the mast awaiting the delights of Captain ?. and there is my problem I can't think of a name. He's young for a Captain, in his 30s, because he is strong, intelligent and has a vicious sadistic streak which keeps all his men in line.
So any suggestion for a name anyone?
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Rapfan pt 6. The last part for the time being
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Posted:Feb 3, 2006 12:55 am
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2012 12:01 pm
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I searched round the house slowly knowing she wasn’t going anywhere and would be enjoying the solitude. I found a few things I might be able to use and put them in a carier bag. I knew the longer I took the more frustrated and excited she would become tied to the bed.
When I returned to the bedroom she was breathing heavily and swaying her hips a little as her bound legs would allow.
Moving into the room quietly so she couldn’t hear me over the grunts and slaps in her MP3 player I placed the bag beside the bed.
I studied her lovely naked body, slightly parted lips, soft flesh. Then moved closer.
I grabbed a handful of pubic hair and pulled up lifting her arse off the bed an inch. At the same time I flipped out one of the earphones she was wearing.
“Hello Cunt. I’m back.”
She let out a little scream and then I noticed she stifled herself. I realised, she knew the house was detached but still didn’t want to make too much noise and raise the alarm.
“Did you miss Me?”
“Fuck off”
“Now that’s not very nice. We’ll have to teach you some manners.”
I climbed across the bed and grabbed her head with both hands pulling her up into a sort of seated position. I removed the mp3 but checked to make sure the blindfold was still in position.
“ow my legs.”
Her legs were still tied wide open to the bedstead making this position strain them backs of her thighs.
“you’ve been lying down too long. Time for a more fun position.”
I moved round the back and united her arms. She didn’t resist or struggle. Then I moved each arm round the front and tied it to one of her calves putting even more strain on the backs of her thighs.
“There much better I can get at your back now and I can see those lovely little titties swing down.” I reached forward and cupped one of them.
“now lets decorate you.” Fishing in the bag I pulled out a couple of clothes pegs.
“What are you going to do.”
“I’ve got some pegs for you to wear.”
“No please don’t”
I slapped her thigh hard. “Look Cunt I’m getting a little put out with your attitude. I don’t think your bringing as much as Me to this relationship.”
“It’s not funny.”
I slapped her again. “It’s not meant to be funny, now you need to be a little more compliant.” I reached down and fondled one of her nipples to bring it to a point. When it was erect I squeezed the peg open and pinching the nipple placed it on.
“ahhh , aahh” she called but withheld a scream, instead reverting to pants.
I waited while the initial pain subsided before continuing. “Now you will thank Me for your decoration.”
“What!!?”
Another slap to her nicely reddening thigh. “you heard Me”
I left My hand on her thigh and stroked it while I waited for an answer.
She panted and then spat through gritted teeth “Thank you.” After a short pause she added “Sir.”
“Good, good.. Now the other one.”
I stroked the other nipple and clipped on the other peg.
She closed her eyes and screwed up her face for a moment then took control again. “Thank you, Sir.” She said. And sniffed back another tear.
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Rapfan pt 5
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Posted:Feb 2, 2006 5:14 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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She gasped as I forced My way in, then held her breath, but by the second or third thrust she had begun to struggle again. Not that she could do much with her hands tied behind her and her legs spread and fixed firmly to the bedposts.
She gazed up at My masked face which I realised also masked all My emotion.
Her tits swung nicely as she threw her upper body about in vain, I reached down and grabbed one. She stopped fighting for a moment and let out a moan. But as I increased the pace of My thrusting she started writhing again.
“No, please stop , you can’t do this.”
I laughed and if she could have seen My mouth would have seen a grin.
Then I held her still with both hands and raised My tempo before finally coming in a huge burst of light.
“yes” she called. “Oh yes.”
I fell onto her body and caught My breath.
“Thank you” she murmured.
“What?” I replied as I picked Myself up and pulled out of her. “I haven’t even started yet. I’ve got all day to play with you.”
I slipped off the bed and tidied Myself up. Enjoying the look of My sweaty dishevelled captive.
“Now lets see what we’ve got to play with?”
I crossed to her chest of draws and found a silk scarf a couple of thongs then returned to the bed. Pulling out an MP3 player from My pocket it set it up and switched it to repeat track and put the volume up to full. Bending over My naked captive I fitted the left ear piece in place.
“Nice track I’ve made for you. I sampled it off My favourite film.” Through the right ear piece I could hear female moans and slaps over the top of a cheesy music track, this muffled as I placed it in her other ear.
“Now you can’t hear anything. Lets see about that sight” I said half to Myself. I folded each thong and placed it over each of her eyes then wrapped the scarf round her head and tied it off tightly.
Standing back I watched My captive tied to the bed bound naked, blindfolded and effectively deafened. Beautiful.
Then I turned and went to explore the house.
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Safe Sex
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Posted:Feb 1, 2006 3:24 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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I'm toying with the latest installement of my story. I'm struggling with whether to leave the condom in. It is after all meant to be a pre arranged fantasy and so the condom would be part of the deal. However it sort of spoils the flow of a fantasy to have it there.
What do you think?
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Rapfan pt4
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Posted:Jan 30, 2006 1:35 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Now at last I was truly able to stand back and get a good look at My captive.
She was in good shape for her early thirties with nice tits, shapely figure and matching brunette hair and mound. Her just showered flesh stood to goose bumps in the cool air, Her nipples were erect from the cold or from My squeezing I did not know. But moving to the bottom of the bed and taking time to look at her parted thighs the small glisten that I saw gave me the answer.
“Nice cunt, bitch.” I saw her shudder at the words and her cheeks reddened slightly, at being inspected so. She made to struggle against the bonds to try and cover her embarrassment.
“Please don’t,,,, don’t ,,,, you know.”
“What fuck you? Can’t you say the word. You said it well enough earlier when we were fighting.”
I moved round to the side of the bed and let My hand slip up her bound thigh as I moved. “and why wouldn’t I want to fuck a nice little twat as that?”
I raised My hand and slapped her thigh.
“Please I’m married.”
I caressed her inner thigh. “Don’t tell Me you haven’t played away on your husband before. I bet a little slut like you is at it all the time.”
“No, I’ve never, I‘ve never been with ,huh,,”
She stopped talking as My fingers reached her clit
“Please no.”
Spreading her lips I teased the little mound before sliding a think finger inside her wet pussy.
“oh, god, no.” she called but with very little resistance. I slid My fingers inside her using My thumb on her clit and soon she began moving her hips with Me pushing herself against My fingers.
“What a good little slut you are.”
“I’m not a slut.”
“OK Cunt.”
She winced “No anything but that.”
“Right Cunt it is then.”
I lifted removed My hand and brought it back down in a hard slap against her pussy lips.
“My lovely little Cunt”
“ahhh.”
Slap.
“Cunt”
Slap.
“Cunt.”
I returned to stroking and noticed a tear in her eye and also My fingers getting very wet. I smiled thinking she's leaking at both ends.
Feeling Myself straining to get out of My pants I unzipped and let Myself out. Her eyes bulged. I pulled out a condom and quickly slipped it on.
“Please no, I’ve only ever,,, with My husband.”
“Shut it, Cunt. You know you want it as much as Me.” Ignoring her protests. I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her spread thighs.
“No, please. Don’t hurt me,” she continued protesting as I lowered Myself into position. Then I pushed into her.
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Rapfan pt3
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Posted:Jan 27, 2006 12:42 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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With her hands tied behind her it was easy to grab a handful of hair and drag her onto her back. Just got those flailing legs to worry about now. A little subduing needed first I think. Pressing down on her shoulders I reached up and took hold of her left breast. Squeezing it and stroking it.
She tried to squirm away and called “Fuck off, leave me alone.” I continued playing for a while to let her realise that in this position there was nothing she could do. She seemed to calm down a bit after a while at least the kicking slowed and started to be replaced by sobs. It wasn’t bad for Me either, she had very nice breasts.
“Please don’t hurt me.” She called. I noticed the change in her, the drop in belligerence.
I gave her breast a last big squeeze and stood up. “Don’t move.”
I watched her intently as I opened the wardrobe. I could see her looking towards the door then deciding not to try and run again. I pulled out a few belts of various types. I saw the look in her eyes as I pulled out a thick leather one. Then dropping them on the floor by the bed I sat next to her.
“Now if you don’t want to get hurt too much you’ll d as I say, understand?”
She nodded.
“Good give Me your legs”. I was only slightly surprised that she offered Me her legs without complaint. I slipped a belt round the delicate ankle then tied it to the bedpost, then moved round and pulled on the other ankle to spread her legs. She tried to keep them together for a moment shaking her head. I kept a firm hold on the ankle and kept the pressure up. Eventually she realised the inevitable and closing her eyes let Me ease her legs apart opening her up to the world. I tied a second belt round the other ankle and fixed this round the opposite bedpost. Pulling her legs wider before tying it off.
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Rapfan pt2
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Posted:Jan 26, 2006 3:23 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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The look of fear in her eyes as she turned told Me I had made the right decision in changing the story slightly. I quickly realised also that the balaclava added an extra dimension to the scene as she couldn’t and would never see what her assailant looked like.
“Shit.” she called and immediately ran for the door. It was easy for Me to step in the way so she ran straight into Me and tried to push her way past. She was stronger than I had planned and managed to push Me back a ways before I gained My footing. I grabbed her round the arms and threw her back onto the bed.
“Go away, leave me alone” she called, trying to keep her towel from falling away.
In response I laughed a deep laugh. I pulled the cord from her husbands dressing gown which hung by the door. “I wonder what your husband would think of his dressing gown being sooo helpful.”
Before I had finished the sentence she had picked herself up and run at Me again. Swinging her arms wildly. I parried one blow but the next caught Me on the lip.
“ouch,” The bitch, We had agreed previously that I wouldn’t leave any visual or permanent marks on her but, as My lip started to throb I realised we should have agreed the deal both ways. She had spirit this one, and she was going to pay for it.
I raised My hand and slapped her face. Not so hard to draw blood but enough to sting. As she flinched I grabbed down and pulled her towel away.
It had the desired effect as she immediately moved her hands to cover her body. I was able to take the moment to push her face first onto the bed and get on her back.
Give her credit she continued to struggle well as I pulled her hands behind her and roped them together and even continued to squirm to her feet mouthing obscenities when I had finished.
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Rapfan pt 1
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Posted:Jan 25, 2006 3:40 am
Last Updated:Sep 17, 2009 7:49 am
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I Park the car round the corner than walk along the tree lined street chacking the numbers as I go, 54, 56, 58. yours must be next. Walking past and checking out the upstairs window. The curtains are drawn but clearly visible, leaning against the glass, is a copy of The Oxford English dictionary, your signal to Me that the coast is clear.
Checking My watch, exactly 2 minutes to 11am.
Turning and passing the house again. This time walking up the path and, pulse already racing, turning and going round the side and clicking open the back gate. It is not locked, as we agreed. Then round the back to the kitchen door. Quietly opening it and slipping in. Pulling a balaclava from My pocket and putting it on.
Listing intently.
From upstairs I can hear the sound of the shower going. Knowing you will be in there, tingling with excitement, wondering if I will come.
Moving slowly up the stairs and silently easing past the bathroom door and, checking the doors, finding your bedroom. Moving there not into the shower as you expected.
Waiting.
Time goes on, I wonder how long you will wait in the shower for Me before giving up and deciding I'm not coming, just another blow out thats all words and no action.
I look round the room looking for what "toys" there might be there to use once I've caught you. I see your clothes laid out beside the bed. Plain smart clothes, not the sort that would give away the exciting heart burning underneath.
10 minutes go by, 15. you sure are giving Me a chance. Finally the shower stops. You should be clean by now I laugh to myself.
Keeping extra quiet now knowing you might hear Me.My face growing warm from the heated breath inside the balaclava.
Listening as you move round, the heavy stomping showing your annoyance and frustration. Then the bathroom door opens and you bowl into the bedroom wrapped in a towel grumping as you move towards the pile of clothes.
You don't notice Me until I speak.
"Ello Darlin,"
You freeze.
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Feeling Hot
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Posted:Jul 15, 2005 2:38 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Literally.
Am I in a minority when I hear the forecast say it is going to be a beautiful day and think, "no it isn't it's going to be hot and muggy"?
Are there others out there who think a beautiful day is overcast, or better still raining or just after a storm?
I prefer cool, and when I'm out running even cold will do.
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ponders some more
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Posted:May 9, 2005 4:23 am
Last Updated:Sep 17, 2009 7:47 am
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... taking a rope I pull her hands behind her back and fasten the wrists then a second rope up higher round her elbows tightening this to bring her elbows together behind her back, thrusting her breasts out.
Fondling the nipples gently making them erect, then bending down and taking one in My mouth. Letting her feel My teeth, slowly increasing the pressure listening to her breath deepen.
Running My hand down over her bush and through her lower hair. Not trimmed, as I like it that way. Then sliding a finger between her thighs feeling the wetness there.
Suddenly moving My hand away and bringing it up in a harsh slap to the top of her inner thigh. She gasps for air, but remains silent, and as the warmth of the slap sinks in murmurs in satisfaction...
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The Prince ponders
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Posted:May 6, 2005 7:15 am
Last Updated:Sep 17, 2009 7:48 am
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Went for a run this morning, just a couple of miles nothing too strenuous. Then took a hot shower. (Can't imagine how I managed for so many year without a shower. Oh I do I always enjoyed the luxury of a bath too much.)
Came online and checked E-mails. Then sat back and fantasized for a bit. It's one of My favorites.
She is blindfolded and standing in front of me legs slightly apart hands held behind her head. I order her to strip and she silently obeys, returning to the standing position but now open and naked.
Now I step forward and caress her soft form. She cannot see so doesn't know where I am going to touch next, or if I am going to place a gentle slap somewhere on her body.
I listen to her breathing and notice her arousal raising as I touch her....
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