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Caught, Taught, Tamed & Trained - ebook

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10/06/2006
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Caught, Taught,Tamed & Trained, More Slut Boy Stories by Lance Edwards

Kinky stories of men restrained by sexy bitches and voluptuous beauties, sure to delight readers looking for graphic, no-holds barred Femdom erotica. Featuring extreme bondage, female worship, fisting, caging, discipline, punishment, humiliation, pet training, feminization, chastity, milking, enemas, strap-on anal sex, forced M/m and so much more!

He's just turned eighteen and suddenly he's the Teacher's Pet - stripped, humiliated and forced to learn some painful lessons from the gorgeous, half-naked Mistress Super Bitch. Then Melissa's Alaska looks like paradise to this once unlucky boy. That is until she tells him: "You're going to spend every last second of the rest of your life bound up tight, naked and helpless and (hopefully) miserably suffering in, or right above, your beautiful Goddess' wonderful bed."

He's in for A Rousing Reunion with his Mistress when the sexy coed takes her Slut Boy with a strap on, then forces him to watch as she's repeatedly taken by three black studs. Then in Doggie Stylin' this hapless husband is turned into his Mistress/wife's French Poodle, Fluffy - caged, muzzled and well-used by her nasty female friends.

After an unfortunate car accident, this slut boy is forced to endure a Really Bad Rehab of enemas, milking and female worship, under the expert care of the irresistible Nurse Heidi Hanson. And in A Family Affair, when a young submissive male moves in with his girlfriend, he learns he'll be serving not only his sexy Mistress, but her mom and sisters too! Finally, when slut boy's wife Kori finds out about his secret kink, she plans to make his disgusting dreams come true. The Birthday Boy will become a sissy slut for a half dozen big black men.

A collection you won't want to miss! As these luckless submissive males are turned into sluts, sissys, slavish pets, painsluts and caged toys by luscious Mistresses they can't resist.


Excerpt

He froze immediately. Soon came the noise of chairs being moved around, and then the sound of zippers and clothes rustling. Holy, shit, it sounded like she was undressing! No way! A million juvenile fantasies suddenly swirled around Sam’s adolescent head. Could this really be happening?
Moments later the clicking of Ms Phillip’s high heels approached him from behind, and the fluttering in Sam’s belly increased exponentially. He jumped when she touched him, running her fingers lightly over his hair. She felt his head, neck and shoulders, then ran her hands pretty much all over him, pinching and prodding his well-toned body critically. At last she arrived at the bulge in his pants, feeling and then tightly squeezing his erection. Her words were cold, almost angry.
“Your penis is hard. You see? That’s your problem right there. No discipline whatsoever. I will instill this in you, beginning immediately. Now get your clothes off!”
Overwhelming disbelief stunned Sam as he slowly stripped out of his clothes, his penis indeed an emphatic statement about this bizarre situation. But then just as he rose from pulling off his last sock, Super-bitch stepped back around in front of him, and that upright organ pulsed even harder.
She had indeed removed her skirt and top, and now she wore only a tight black corset, sheer nylon stockings and her stiletto-heeled shoes. Still her hair was up and severe, her glasses in place and a pen behind her ear, and her face was set in a cold sneer. Sam had only a second to goggle at her incredibly gorgeous, gigantic and perfectly symmetrical breasts, and at her elegantly shaved and trimmed groin, before she suddenly slapped him hard across the cheek.
“Eyes on the floor, boy! You look no higher than my ankles, ever! Unless I order it otherwise. Understood?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. To not look at what you’ve always dreamed of when suddenly given the chance, that is discipline! The beginning of it anyway. But I can see that you need a lot more. Your pitiful little penis is still pointing straight up in the air. We must do something about that immediately. Come over here to this chair!”
Sam obeyed, standing as directed behind an ordinary classroom chair. Super-bitch positioned his feet right outside the two back legs; then produced a wide roll of masking tape. Quickly she taped each ankle to the bottom of each chair leg, winding the roll around and around until finally only a knife or pair of scissors would be able to free him. Then she stood, grabbed Sam’s erection and pushed it painfully down. Against its natural upright curve she bent it back between his legs, then pressed his body tightly against the back of the chair. Then she repeatedly wound the tape around both the chair back and Sam’s waist, securing him back-bent like that, leaving only his upper body free.
Free, but for how long? Sam wondered uneasily as Ms Phillips went to her desk drawer, unlocked it and began rummaging around. Then sure enough, she rose with a pair of shiny steel handcuffs. Quickly Sam cast his eyes to the ground, but not quickly enough. The glorious sight of Super-bitch’s jigging breasts was followed immediately by her viciously hissing voice.
“So! Raising your eyes already! I knew you needed discipline! Oh, I’m going to enjoy this, boy! The first of so many sorely needed lessons!”
“But…Ms Phillips…ma’am…”
“Silence!” she snapped back. “Boys in training speak only when spoken to!” She reached the chair, grabbed him by the hair and promptly shoved Sam face down over the back and seat, bending him all the way over and finally cuffing his hands together and around the low crossbar connecting the two front legs: trapping him in that uncomfortable, utterly incapacitating position. Then she went to the blackboard and picked up her pointer, a four foot-long, one centimeter-thick stick of strong, limber graphite. Bowing it slightly between her fists, she stepped deliberately over to Sam’s naked, up-thrust rear.
“Lesson Number One: never raise your gaze above the ankles of your mistress. You always belong on the floor beneath her feet, in thought if not in actual deed. Perhaps this will help you to remember, you insubordinate, undisciplined little shit!” Viciously she slashed the thin limber pointer across Sam’s naked ass, again and again and again.
Sam bit his lip as she caned him, struggling not to scream or cry, and wondering how he was going to explain the livid welts he was getting to the guys in the locker room. This worry gained new urgency as Super-bitch continued to lay down both the ass-flaying pointer strokes and the laws that now governed his existence.
“Lesson Number Two! Never speak without being spoken to! And never ever speak about the Mistress! Not to anyone, ever! It would surely get around, then the boy would be expelled, and the Mistress could lose her job! Then she’d have to hunt down and kill the boy, wouldn’t she? Yes she would! But first she’d commit all kinds of bloody castrating torture on him! So from this point on you keep those slutty lips, closed, little boy, no matter how much you might want to talk or scream! Only that way will we both get what we want. Which is more and more and more of this!”
Mistress continued to whale away at him, striping the undersides of Sam’s thighs as well as his ass, and before long he was sobbing and blubbering like a baby, but still not even dreaming of screaming, or of ever telling anyone the truth about this.
That truth was just too abysmally embarrassing and demeaning – especially in light of the state of his back-bent erection. That pounding bar of blood-filled muscle was just as hard and painfully needy as ever, and despite his comprehensive misery, Sam still found himself paradoxically, incredibly turned on.
Bowing before this gorgeous half-naked female authority figure suddenly seemed somehow both agonizing and appropriate, both as unendurable as nightmare and as necessary as life. He both needed it to stop and he wanted it to go on forever and ever. And indeed perhaps a hundred or more vicious strokes passed before Mistress Super-bitch was finally satisfied, and decided to move them on up to the next level of training.
The pointer clattered down. Mistress’ voice was coldly amused.
“Good. Very good so far. Not one single scream. We’re learning discipline now, aren’t we? But soon you’re really going to want to scream. And you’d damn well better not, boy. You don’t want us to be interrupted in the middle of this lesson, I guarantee it.”
She stepped back over to her desk, rummaging once again in its capacious bottom drawer. “Do you think your poor little ass hurts now, boy? Well that’s nothing like it’s going to hurt in a minute. It’s time for Lesson Number Three: Sex with the Mistress.”
Once again Sam couldn’t keep his eyes on the floor. Despite the painful lesson just beaten into him, something in Mistress’ voice simply forced him to raise his head. He looked, and his jaw dropped open in shock. Horrified, he couldn’t tear his gaze away. Luckily Mistress was currently too occupied to notice this disobedience. Unlucky, however (to say the least), was the reason for her distraction.
Super-bitch was in the process of snapping a snug leather harness tightly about her bare groin. Jutting from the front of this otherwise quite sexy-looking studded three-strap contraption was Sam’s worst nightmare: a long, flesh-colored, eerily life-like penis.

Artist Credit

Ludovic Goubet

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