A sort of mirror site to my tumblr one, here you will find lots of homemade drawings and stories. Most custom written for some deviant little thing. Please share and if you have a fantasy you want written up, well drop me a line. JB
An intro to something much longer…A Mistress Helen Hardstone Story
At first sight you would assume this young naked woman, being forced to kneel in total submission, is in pure agony. Her toned and pretty body branded, pierced and strapped in bondage. The small spotting of fluids on the floor you might think are her falling tears.
But your assumption would be wrong, this is slave 816, or slave cunt 816 as her sadistic handlers and abusers always call her. And yes, while her shoulders ache, her nipple slightly throbs and her knees hurt. She is actually in a state of contentment.
Not only content, but even thankful. Thankful her Mistress has left her alone, a moment of quiet without the nightmare inducing sounds of other girls being used and punished around her.
Thankful she does not have her mouth filling, sound smothering penis gag rammed in between her lips. Its leather strap latched and locked painfully tight around her head.
Thankful that her ass, her oh so delicate ass, is not uncomfortably stretched and plugged by some diabolical tool. Or her most feared ordeal, being pumped into by some large brute’s thick stiff cock. A nightmare that occurs much to often in her little restricted, unhappy world of forced submission.
Thankful her face, is not this second held firm into her Mistress’ thick and dripping folds. Her cheeks coated in the demanding woman’s sexual juices. Her breathing stifled by the woman’s curly haired pubic mound as her face is pushed forcefully into the older woman’s soaking wet cunt.
Thankful that for a while anyways, she will not be kept crammed into her little cage. Her body bent over and restricted from almost any movement, until her owner, her Mistress’, sees fit to let her out. To then command her to use her young mouth, her lips, her tongue, in ways that would make most people blush or even wince.
She sighs and relishes this moment of peace, and lack of pain and forced sexual servitude. She licks her lips and tastes the last of her Mistress’ juices. Some has dripped off her chin and glisten on the floor before her tired eyes. Those are the small splotches dotting the floor.
So who is she, and who does she belong too?
Her name was once Sadie, but that name is lost to time, like all of Helen’s other slave girls. All are branded with a number, for the month and year in which they were abducted, or should we say acquired, as Helen likes to say.
Now she is one of Helen Hardstone’s stable of permanent slave girls. A collection the domineering and quite sadistic, middle aged woman, ‘owns’ and keeps hidden away in the bowels of her multi storey New York mansion. A pitiful, degrading and pain filled life, that slave cunt 816, has no hope of ever escaping.
The secure rooms and heavily guarded dungeons of Helen’s New York mansion being the only walls 816 will ever see again. Unless sold to one of Helen’s discerning and equally warped clients. A possibility that could be a blessing or a ramping up of a girl’s nightmarish existence, based on who purchases her body and for what dreadful means they wish to keep it.
You see Helen’s home is also the location of a very private and exclusive club of debauchery and sexual deviance. The clientele, are of the most wealthy, powerful and private individuals of high society. Their sexual tastes broad, demanding and of the most deviant nature.
A reason that Helen keeps only a stock of the most prime lovely young things , bound, gagged and humiliatingly restrained, in the tiny cells and cages of her massive opulent home. Girls who were once track stars, homecoming queens, valedictorians and top scholarship earning prospects, now whimper, sob and beg for mercy, as they unwillingly await their next session of violations and abuse.
A mercy that Helen assures them will never come, “So be obedient little cunts and obey your masters! If you want to live a life mostly free from pain and suffering. You stupid pathetic sluts!” She loves to tell them.
Some are displayed for days or even weeks on end, in various states of contorted discomfort. Their young tight cunts, their soft warm mouths and even their snug vulnerable asses, usually open and ready to accept whatever cock, pussy or torturous device a sick member of the club would like to utilize.
The horrific violations and endless punishing abuse of these helpless young women and girls, turning them quickly from confident, young, free and self assured individuals, into screaming, drooling, eager to please, obedient live sex toys.
So yes, while slave cunt 816 is trapped and forced to live this life of being a live sexual toy. She is in this current state, as we see her…happy, or as happy as a girl in her life situation could be.
But the question is, where is Helen and why is Sadie, or we should say, slave cunt 816, alone and allowed this rare moment of peace?
For that answer, scroll onto my next post. And see why Helen’s usual leisurely afternoon of reading, sipping wine and having her pussy licked, lapped and sucked at, by her favourite cunt pleasing slave, slave 816, has been suddenly interrupted.
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An intro to something much longer…A Mistress Helen Hardstone Story
At first sight you would assume this young naked woman, being forced to kneel in total submission, is in pure agony. Her toned and pretty body branded, pierced and strapped in bondage. The small spotting of fluids on the floor you might think are her falling tears.
But your assumption would be wrong, this is slave 816, or slave cunt 816 as her sadistic handlers and abusers always call her. And yes, while her shoulders ache, her nipple slightly throbs and her knees hurt. She is actually in a state of contentment.
Not only content, but even thankful. Thankful her Mistress has left her alone, a moment of quiet without the nightmare inducing sounds of other girls being used and punished around her.
Thankful she does not have her mouth filling, sound smothering penis gag rammed in between her lips. Its leather strap latched and locked painfully tight around her head.
Thankful that her ass, her oh so delicate ass, is not uncomfortably stretched and plugged by some diabolical tool. Or her most feared ordeal, being pumped into by some large brute’s thick stiff cock. A nightmare that occurs much to often in her little restricted, unhappy world of forced submission.
Thankful her face, is not this second held firm into her Mistress’ thick and dripping folds. Her cheeks coated in the demanding woman’s sexual juices. Her breathing stifled by the woman’s curly haired pubic mound as her face is pushed forcefully into the older woman’s soaking wet cunt.
Thankful that for a while anyways, she will not be kept crammed into her little cage. Her body bent over and restricted from almost any movement, until her owner, her Mistress’, sees fit to let her out. To then command her to use her young mouth, her lips, her tongue, in ways that would make most people blush or even wince.
She sighs and relishes this moment of peace, and lack of pain and forced sexual servitude. She licks her lips and tastes the last of her Mistress’ juices. Some has dripped off her chin and glisten on the floor before her tired eyes. Those are the small splotches dotting the floor.
So who is she, and who does she belong too?
Her name was once Sadie, but that name is lost to time, like all of Helen’s other slave girls. All are branded with a number, for the month and year in which they were abducted, or should we say acquired, as Helen likes to say.
Now she is one of Helen Hardstone’s stable of permanent slave girls. A collection the domineering and quite sadistic, middle aged woman, ‘owns’ and keeps hidden away in the bowels of her multi storey New York mansion. A pitiful, degrading and pain filled life, that slave cunt 816, has no hope of ever escaping.
The secure rooms and heavily guarded dungeons of Helen’s New York mansion being the only walls 816 will ever see again. Unless sold to one of Helen’s discerning and equally warped clients. A possibility that could be a blessing or a ramping up of a girl’s nightmarish existence, based on who purchases her body and for what dreadful means they wish to keep it.
You see Helen’s home is also the location of a very private and exclusive club of debauchery and sexual deviance. The clientele, are of the most wealthy, powerful and private individuals of high society. Their sexual tastes broad, demanding and of the most deviant nature.
A reason that Helen keeps only a stock of the most prime lovely young things , bound, gagged and humiliatingly restrained, in the tiny cells and cages of her massive opulent home. Girls who were once track stars, homecoming queens, valedictorians and top scholarship earning prospects, now whimper, sob and beg for mercy, as they unwillingly await their next session of violations and abuse.
A mercy that Helen assures them will never come, “So be obedient little cunts and obey your masters! If you want to live a life mostly free from pain and suffering. You stupid pathetic sluts!” She loves to tell them.
Some are displayed for days or even weeks on end, in various states of contorted discomfort. Their young tight cunts, their soft warm mouths and even their snug vulnerable asses, usually open and ready to accept whatever cock, pussy or torturous device a sick member of the club would like to utilize.
The horrific violations and endless punishing abuse of these helpless young women and girls, turning them quickly from confident, young, free and self assured individuals, into screaming, drooling, eager to please, obedient live sex toys.
So yes, while slave cunt 816 is trapped and forced to live this life of being a live sexual toy. She is in this current state, as we see her…happy, or as happy as a girl in her life situation could be.
But the question is, where is Helen and why is Sadie, or we should say, slave cunt 816, alone and allowed this rare moment of peace?
For that answer, scroll onto my next post. And see why Helen’s usual leisurely afternoon of reading, sipping wine and having her pussy licked, lapped and sucked at, by her favourite cunt pleasing slave, slave 816, has been suddenly interrupted.