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I’m a member of the Academy
http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/academy/
I do tasks for Taskmasters and have a lot of what I call Sbbe Stories. A Task Master thinks up the idea for the task and then I as a performer, am privileged to perform it. I want to share the little stories that come from the tasks. Enjoy.
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Performed for Hawk_Fann
The photographer was going to be here at 11 so I hurried through my workout on the treadmill. The shower helped me finish waking. I was feeling a bit nervous. I’d seen this man’s photos on the internet and decided to hire him for Master’s birthday present. Could I relax enough to let him see the real me. Would he be able to release in me, what I wanted to capture on paper for Master?
I spent time getting my hair and makeup just right. I darkened my eyelashes a bit more, used dark sexy eye shadow, I picked the most sultry lipstick I could fine. I looked myself over and took my lip liner and wrote Master’s name on my stomach. I wanted clear this body was his.
A knock on the door I grabbed up my robe and threw it on running to the door. His hand was raised for a second knock as I opened the door and smiled up at him. “Welcome.”
I stepped into the bedroom where he’d set up the camera and held the robe shut. “I don’t bite,” he smiled, “well only if I’m begged to.” We both chuckled and I released my death grip on my robe. The camera raised and he started shooting.
I walked to the stereo and flipped on Past the point of no return from the Phantom of the Opera sound track. I looked over my shoulder and slowly started removing the robe.
I slowly slipped each cuff on. I ignored the camera, but took his suggestions as I moved. Putting my collar on made me feel sexy, ready to be photographed for master.
“Lay on the bed,” each movement was orchestrated. I ended up stretched on my back tightly pulled a ball bag slipped in between my lips. “You’ve woken this way, you’re afraid,” he looked in my toy chest and pulled out two clothes pins, after more photo’s he reached in and pulled out a bit of yarn. I watched as he ran the yarn through my collar then to the clothes pins. “Lift,” he said firmly. I lifted my head and watched as he pulled the yarn tight to the other clothes pins. He stepped away and waited.
The pull of the clothespins on my nipples became unbearable if I tried to relieve the pressure on my head and shoulders. “Yes,” he murmured and more photos captured the pain and struggle.
He flipped her on her stomach, after freeing her, “You’re angry.” I felt the liquid slipping quickly from the ball gag as again I was stretched taunt. He slapped my ass I knew his hand print would be visible. Master would like that, he loved leaving marks. She glared at the photographer as lines of saliva dripped down. She struggled as he moved around her, her eyes meeting the camera over her, behind her, beside her as she tired.
With quick movements he jerked her into a tight hogtie, “Struggle hard till you can’t struggle any more.” She found herself panting around the gag till her head dropped onto the bed. “Yes, those eyes,” he said snapping shots. “Your tired, you’ve struggled, your giving over.”
I plopped on the bed as he freed me slipping the gag from my mouth. His hands massaged my tense muscles in my jaw then my shoulders. “Stretch then we’ll work in the dinning room.” I realized I didn’t even feel awkward now as I slowly stretched flipping. I heard a snap and smiled seductively as I used my body to tempt. “Ummmm, very nice. Shut your eyes, then open them slowly.” I broke into giggles after and ended up standing in the dinning room next to a chair.
“Up, on the chair,” he tied me tightly and slipped the damp
ball gag back in my mouth tightening. A blindfold slipped over my eyes.
“Struggle,” he demanded, “throw your head back, he’s
cropping your chest and stomach.” I threw myself into the role until I was
panting and slobbering. “Try to convince me.” He said leaning my head forward.
“Your exhausted, but want me to stop.” He removed the
blindfold and smiled at me. “Wonderful.”
I couldn’t believe I was tied to my tall table, up on my tip toes. My body was stretched, quickly a pool of liquid accumulated under me. “You don’t want to be here, it’s to public, you’re too vulnerable, beg me to let you go, use those blue eyes.” I found myself straining to meet his eyes turning twisting as I lay across the table.
“Now, here,” he lead me to the bathroom and tied my hands up above my head over the showerbar. “Your being whipped.” I thrashed shifting, lifting up on toes, turning twisting. “Turn to me.” I arched around then pulled against the rod, pretending working up a sweat. He walked close kissed my forehead and smiled down at me.
“He’s a lucky man.” His eyes roamed over me and I felt myself flush and become nervous. “You’re a tempting woman.”
“Free me,” I said gently but firmly.
He smiled ran the back of his hand up from my stomach over my right breast and arm. He freed me but didn’t move. I shifted around him and grabbed up my robe. I pulled the checkbook from my pocket as I heard him shifting around. He walked out with his cases loading his car. I stood at the door handing him the check. “If you ever find yourself freed…”
I smiled shook my head, he took the check and walked to his car. “Really.” He said before opening his car door.
“Thank you,” I yelled out, “you’ll mail them?”
“No I’ll bring them in a few days. I want to see your face.”
“You don’t have to, just mail them?”
He chuckled, winked, climbed into his car and drove away. I shook my head and decided Master was going to get his present early, there was no way she was going to tempt fate and be alone with this man again. She giggled turned and walked back in the house closing the door.
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Performed for Hawk_Fann
Sbbe bowed her head ashamed she had let the house get so out of hand. She waited as Master glared at her. “Go get your lipstick, the red one.” Master said curtly. Sbbe jumped up from her knees and hurried. She handed it over and started to kneel. “I’m not wearing it, you are. Stand arms up behind your head. She watched as he wrote naughty on her belly in bold letters. “Now into the corner till I call you.”
Sbbe pressed her body into the corner, she felt horrible having failed master but she also accepted she felt tingly all over too. What would master do to her?
Time went on, she shifted on her heals getting the blood circulating. “Oh my” slipped from her lips. She realized her thighs were dripping with evidence of her desire for what ever master was going to do to her. She felt embarrassed, what if he saw, what if he mentioned it? She pressed herself in even harder.
Sbbe hurried as Master called her and spoke quickly. “I am sorry for disobeying you, Master. Please tell this slave how she can atone for her disobedience?”
Sbbe felt so relieved as Master smiled up at her and opened his thick blue robe offering her his cock. She dropped to her knees and engulfed him in her mouth. Ummmmm she couldn’t help but mumble around him.
Sbbe,” she felt his hand moving her back after a time.
“Yes sir,” she knelt back looking into his eyes.
“Are you wet?” he leaned forward and reached in between her legs.
“Yes,” she said blushing.
He stroked until she was panting loudly and removed his slick fingers and offered them to her mouth. She sucked as he spoke. “Sbbe, tell me a truth about positive reinforcement. What reward most motivates you? What is it more than anything you desire for me to do to or for you.” His fingers slipped from her mouth and he leaned back.
Sbbe thought for a moment then spoke. “Sir strong words, uplifting words, loving words. More than anything else they feed me, make me feel alive.”
Master smiled and reached out, she moved forward and let him lead her to his cock again. She sucked enjoying his taste, his body in her. Again he stopped her and she knelt back.
"Two truths this time," he said "both involving negative reinforcement. First, what is a method of restraint that you are most afraid of? Second, what form of punishment are you most afraid of?"
Sbbe trembled and bowed her head, “Hoods sir, hoods that cover and press on,” she trembled again. “They terrify me. Sir harsh, mean, words, humiliating words are the worst punishment you could ever deliver to me. If you mean physical the cane scares me.”
Master nodded and pointed Sbbe crawled toward the room. “On to the bed, face up spread eagle.” He said sternly.
Sbbe trembled as she lay spread wide. It was forever, what was he doing. Was he getting the cane? She forced herself not to cry as she heard his bare feet pad across the house. “Sbbe,” he said as he stood over her. “I’m very pleased with your honesty. I believe you have suffered enough, but I will use the information you gave me next time you fail me.”
“Yes sir,” she nodded.
“In fact I’m so pleased I’m going to reward you.” He motioned and she gasped another man walked in the room. He was wearing an open robe just like master.
“You’re going to get to enjoy us both at the same time.” He reached out a hand and she hurried to her knees crawling forward smiling.
“Oh master?” she whispered smiling. “Thank you so much.”
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