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Glancing at the pile of clean dishes, I noticed a small spot of food on one of the bowls.  I gave the bowl to slave, told her to do a better job, and I provided her with incentive – I pulled down her white panties and spanked and flogged her full, rounded ass.  I gradually increased the firmness of my blows with the flogger until I could actually see her ass cheeks begin to redden beneath the sheer, white pantyhose.  Now, it was time for the spanking to get serious.  I pulled down the pantyhose, exposing her glowing buttocks and put on a rubber glove. (I didn’t want to injure my hand.)  My hand smacking those full cheeks made a delightful “cracking” sound, and Bianca now squirmed with each blow, her breathing becoming heavy.  The spanking was very hard, but I was determined to teach Bianca how to properly clean my dishes.

Kitchen bondage.  I was having such fun in the kitchen that I decided to finish the rest of our “home bondage” movie in the kitchen.  I instructed Bianca to change into sexy red lingerie and told her to sit in a sturdy wooden chair, facing backwards.  This allowed her big breasts to spill over the top of the back of the chair.  Her ankles were bound to the legs of the chair.  Her thighs and wrists were bound to the back of the chair.  I now satisfied my desire to continue the punishment of her breasts.  With only my bare hands, I began to give them a DEEP, firm, painful massage.  God, what fun it was to squeeze those monstrous mounds of flesh.  I squeezed softly, then deeply, as hard as I could squeeze.  Bianca swooned, lost in a world where pleasure and pain are the same.  I pulled her tits upwards, toward the ceiling.  Could I lift her and the chair off the floor just by pulling up on her tits?  No, but it was fun trying.

I blindfolded my slave.  I was going to tit-flog her and didn’t want her to know when each blow would arrive.  The first jolt caused her entire body to flinch.  Repeatedly, the leather crashed down onto her soft skin.  And the groans and moans beneath her gag became louder.  I flogged until I could actually feel heat emanating from her tits.

Big natural breasts!  I especially like big breasts that are somewhat pendulous, for they are so easy and delightful to bind with constricting rope, twine or wire.  And on this day I had an ideal subject.  Name, Bianca.  Tit size, huge!

I instructed Bianca to arrive at 12:00.  I instructed her to wear only white clothing, and to bring a few other selections of sexy lingerie.  Obediently, Biance arrived at precisely 12:00. She wore a white skirt, white blouse, white heels, white pantyhose, white panties, white corset and white bra.  She had never before made a video, and seemed somewhat scared.   I explained to her the importance of being COMPLETELY obedient to the director (me!)  And I decided to begin immediately.  She nervously removed her skirt and blouse, and quickly I was binding her ankles together and her knees together with white rope.  Of course, I needed a much longer rope to encircle her chest and build a rope bra.  Last month I enjoyed watching Lucy do housework and vacuum my carpet.  So, I decided to put this slave to work also, but first, some playing.

Her hands were handcuffed behind her back.  I wanted her to immediately be vulnerable.  Her huge tits looked so fantastic bulging beneath their bindings that I wanted to pause in our journey so that I could feel them, gently squeeze them.  I had more severe treatment in store for these giant juggs, but for now, some gentle touching, poking, to tease the girl, and to please my desires.  As my hands freely roamed the expanse of her bulging boobies, a warm feeling of excitement spread from the center of my chest to my finger tips.  This would be a happy day.

It was time for my slave to go to work.  I released her hands from behind her back.  I know tied her hands together in front of her.  This would enable her to use her hands to work, but the rope would make the work difficult.  And, of course, if she didn’t do a good job, she would have to be punished.  I instructed Bianca to walk the 1« meters to the sink.  I enjoyed watching the difficulty she had, taking small steps with her ankles bound together.  At the sink, she was presented with a sponge and dish soap and directed to go to work.  I simply sat back and enjoyed the sight of a big-titted maid, bound and doing my housework.  And to insure that I got no complaints from my “servant,” I placed a large gag in her mouth.

After several minutes of dish washing, the sight of the soap suds gave me a playful idea.  I approached Bianca and pretended to see a speck on one of her tits.  I took the sponge from her hand and tried to remove the imaginary speck.  I decided I needed more soap.  Gee, I had such difficulty (and fun) trying to remove that speck.  The wet, soapy sponge, lathered up those big titties as the sponge, then my hands caressed the slippery surface. The bra beneath the ropes became totally wet.  I pulled the bra downward, so that I could give some attention to her nipples.

Ah, what a beautiful sight, as those huge mounds spilled out of the bra.  I first caressed her nipples with the soft side of the sponge, and then I dragged the rough, “scrubber side” of the sponge across her hard, sensitive nips.  Her moans gradually changed from pleasure, to sounds of displeasure.

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Annie’s breath seemed excited.  I added one final rope to her bondage.  Around her waist and between her pussy lips.  I made the rope tight.  I took several photos of the rope parting her twat lips.  Then I zoomed in my video camera to get a very close look.  Now I began one of my “favorite tricks.”  I slowly began to pull upwards, tugging on the rope between her labia.  I had fun watching the affect my slight, firm tugs had on Annie.  With each upward tug, her entire body would jump from excitement. Naturally, I stopped tugging the rope just when I sensed that my Amazon beauty was close to climaxing.

I placed Ann on a low table and secured her using wrist restraints and rope.  I forced her legs open and began to caress her naked body with my flogger.  Across her tummy, across her tits, along the insides of the thighs, grazing her vulnerable pussy.  Then suddenly, SLAP, my flogger came smacking down on her soft tummy.  Again and again I repeated this “dance.”  Soft caresses, and hard smacks.  A loud SLAP as my flogger collided with her tits.  A hard smack to the inside of her thigh. And occasionally the flogger would SMASH down onto her pussy.  Each hard slap would cause a loud yell/moan to escape from Annie’s lips.  After several minutes of this treatment, I detected a familiar scent.  I could actually smell Annie’s wetness.  SO! The big, dominant mistress was aroused by this treatment.  I allowed my video camera to zoom in super close to her pussy so that the viewers will actually be able to see the glistening wetness, dripping from her labia.

When the video was over, Annie seemed somewhat stunned, as though she were in a trance.  She said to me, “that was an amazing experience.  I don’t know what to think.”  I told her, “then don’t worry about what to think.  Just enjoy the sensations in your body right now.  “O.K.” was her response, and she drifted to a large soft chair and sat down.  I believed that the course of Annie’s life had changed somewhat, in making this video. And it gave me a big smile.

I now attached a leash, told Annie that she was a good doggie, and that I would now take her for a walk.  As I led her in a walk around the room, I knew that it would create a nice view for the viewers of this video, her long legs and short vinyl skirt in motion.  During her walk, I would say, “heal!”  This is a command which dog owners say to their dogs when they want the dog to stop and sit next to the owner.  I then surprised her with another typical “dog command.”  I said, “beg!”  Annie looked it me, shocked.  When a pet owner gives this command to his dog, he wants the dog to stand on it’s back legs, and hold it’s front legs up near the face.  They call this a “begging position.”  Annie hesitated to obey my command.  So, I said “master has told the doggie to beg.  Now, come on, beg.”  Sheepishly, embarassed and mad, she held her “paws” up next to her face.  I continued her walk, being sure to ask her to “beg” towards the camera at least one more time.  My doggie was now commanded to walk around the room on “all fours” while I followed with the camera.  Beneath her short skirt, my camera had a nice view of her shaved pussy.

I next told my “doggie” that we were going to play a game of “fetch.”  In this game, the master throws a stick and the dog must retrieve the stick.  But, instead of a stick, I tossed a bright blue dildo.  With her skirt “climbing” up her buttocks, my doggie walked on her 4 “legs,” picked up the dildo using her mouth, and brought it to me.  Again I tossed the soft rubber dildo, and again she retrived it.  I now held the dildo a few inches from her face, and asked her, “what does the good doggie do when she sees a nice bone like this.  (I was now referring to the dildo as a “bone,” not a stick.)  I now allowed Ann to hold the tip of the “bone” in her mouth.  I said, what else does the good doggie do when she has a bone in her mouth.  Annie now demonstrated excellent cocksucking abilities on the dildo. For several minutes I allowed her to treat the dildo as a cock. She gave a slow, erotic blow job to her “bone.” This is an  EXTREMELY exciting part of the video.  After much good, wet dildo-sucking, it was time to introduce my gorgeous giant to the feeling of restraint.

I used leather wrist cuffs to restrain her hands behind her back.  I had fun using white cotton clothes line to tie her vinyl-covered feet together, looping the rope around the high heels.  Her vinyl covered knees were tied together, and rope circled her chest just above and bellow her firm tits.  I never enjoy calling a woman “mistress,” but bound, restrained and totally at my mercy, it was fun to call Annie “Mistress.”   I chose a small genital flogger from Annie’s S&M gear and began flogging her nipples, gradually increasing how hard I hit.

Several times, Annie yelled, “Ow!”  I told her, “I know just how we can solve that problem.”  I then placed a white plastic ball gag in Annie’s mouth, and continued her nipple flogging, occasionally allowing the mean little flogger to strike her shaved pussy.  I alternated flogging her nipples and then caressing them with soft leather.  I lifted the hem of her red vinyl skirt so my mean little flogger could attain easier access to her twat.  I revealed a nice tuft of blonde pubic hair atop her twat.  I now focused on punishing, and teasing her pussy with the small flogger.  Were those moans of pleasure or pain beneath the ball gag?  And my pussy whipping, nipple whipping continued.

78″ tall.  I thought, “if I make her kneel, she might still be taller than me.”  Her name was Annie.  She came to New York to shoot a centerfold for “Leg Tease” Magazine.  I was visiting photographer, Mike Hammer when she and her husband arrived at Mike’s house.  The couple would be guests at Mike’s house, then the next day they would drive into Manhattan to do the photo shoot.  I noticed that she teated her husband like a slave. She spoke politely to me and Mike, but barked orders to her husband, “GET ME MY SUITCASE!”  “BRING ME AN ICED TEA!” “SHUT UP!”  Annie was a natural born dominant.  Mike told Annie that I made fetish videos, and she said, “I’d like to make a fetish video.  Can I beat up a couple of men?”  I explained that I sometimes shot fem-dom videos but right now, I needed to shoot a few videos for an “amateur bondage company,” where each month I introduce a new girl to S&M, and that the girl would have to submit to me.  “NO WAY!” was Annie’s initial response, “I have my dominant reputation to  consider.”  From my conversation with Hammer, I knew that Annie wanted to find a few photo or video jobs while she was in New York for the Leg Tease shoot, and I realized that I would enjoy seeing this Amazon Blonde bound and helpless, so I presented the idea of making a video in another way.  I said, “In the plot of the video we can introduce you as a mistress who has lost a wager with Master Savage, and the prize was submission to the other person.”  In this manner you DON”T need to appear as though you enjoy the action.  Annie seemed more amenable to this idea, and she said, “But I don’t like pain.”  I told her, “we can do more submission and humiliation than pain.”  Responded Annie, “Oh, I think I would hate being humiated worse than receiving a beating.”  Nonetheless, Annie agreed to make the video because she wanted the job.  Annie began doing her make-up and I started setting up some lights.  I was going to enjoy seeing this tall blonde crawling on her hands and knees.

As I began to start the camera, Annie said, “just the act of submitting to someone will be sheer torture for me.”  I responded, “Oh, I will make it fairly painless.  I won’t humiliate you very much” (I lied.)

Annie was dressed in a red vinyl outfit with thigh-length red vinyl boots.  I began making the video, explaining to viewers that Annie had lost a bet on a football game, and she would now submit to me.  And, in actuality, this was the FIRST time in her life that Annie was submitting.  I was seated next to her on the couch.  I directed her to stand up, as I remained seated.  My camera pointing upwards to her head, I felt like a person looking upwards at a tall building.  Slowly, my camera panned the length of her statuesque body.  78″, I wondered if I had enough rope.  I handed Annie a black dog’s collar and instructed her to put it on.  She did not smile.  Next I told her to kneel.  I said, “Annie, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look when you’re kneeling.”  “A couple of times, but that was when I was sucking their cock, not submitting to them,” was her response.  I chuckled.  Yes, a cock would look good, sliding in and out of her mouth.

Affixing Anna to the St. Andrews cross was almost comical.  She was so short that her arms would not reach to the metal loops.  I had to run rope from her wrist restraints to the metal loops atop the cross.  I now fondled her firm breasts with my hands, squeezing them firmly, trying to lift Anna off of the floor by pulling upwards on her breasts.  Then, pulling upwards on her nipples.  At times, my young, small slave seemed to lose her breath from the pain and excitement.  Previously, Tara had informed me that Anna had extremely sensitive nipples.  So, now some nipple attention.  I connected 2 sturdy clothes pins with a small chain and attached each pin to a nipple.  Ah, what fun to watch her squirm as I tugged on the chain.  Then I put the small chain between her teeth and commanded her to lift her own nipples.  Then, the command to pull the clothes pins off of her nipples by raising her head while the small chain still rested between her teeth.  She struggled, and struggled, and one clothes pin popped off, at which time she uttered a small gasp.  I commanded, “KEEP pulling.  You still have one clothes pin to pull off.”  Slightly startled, the young girl raised her head, pulling on the chain until the clothes pin came free of her nipple.  I congratulated our little slave, and promised that I would give her pretty body some more painful pleasure.

One of my favorite pieces of furniture at the Den of Iniquity is an iron chair.  The air conditioning at this dungeon is very cold, so the metal chair becomes extremely cold to the touch. Anna, naked except for stockings, boots, a ball gag and a blind fold was now tied to the iron chair.  I caressed her skin for a few moments, relaxing her before I pressed the button which operated the motor which raised the chair a good four feet off the ground.  This placed Anna’s naked, vulnerable pussy on the same level as my face, which made it easy for me to flog her pussy with my flogger made of horse hair.  The horse hair flogger seems so gentle to viewers, who don’t here the loud slapping noise associated with leather or rubber floggers.  But, the horse hair has a wicked sting when harshly applied to regions as sensitive as a pussy.  After several minutes of “pussy punishment” with the horse hair flogger, I began to flog our young lady’s bare twat with the leather flogger.  With my face  on the same level as her pussy, the sweet odor of her excitement was quite evident.  And each time the leather would smack against her tender, young labia, her gasps of pleasure became louder, and her lips actually became wet with her pussy juice.

For Anna’s final experience, I firmly encased her body in a thick blue rope, making certain that one knot would be pulled upwards between the lips of her naked little cunt.  Anna again was naked except for stockings and boots, and of course, the suspension restraints I placed on the outside of the boots. Metal toggle clips were used to attach the suspension restraints to a metal bar, which was attached to a metal cable which went around a pulley in the ceiling.  I slowly turned the crank which SLOWLY lifted Anna off of the ground until she dangled, with just the tips of her long hair grazing the ground.  Her breasts, her limbs, her buttocks, everything looked so beautiful to me. I snapped several photos, then tugged gently on the rope that passed so tightly between her cunt lips.  For several minutes I sat and watched, in silence.  I did not speak a single word to my lovely little suspended slave.  For about 10 minutes I simply sat, silently admiring her beauty.  “Ah, life is good,” I thought.

Eventually I lowered little Anna and told her that she was such a good slave, that I would permit her to submit to me another time.

After she had dress in her white panties, bra, garters and stockings, I did a standing tie-up.  Ankles bound together. Knees bound together.  Rope was wrapped around her chest, above and below her tits, and her hands were tied behind her back. She was commanded to stand with her back to the camera and my camera zoomed in close to her perfectly shaped little buttocks. A firm blow from my leather flogger brought very little reaction. I spanked her firm little cheeks with the palm of my hand, but nearly laughed as her buttocks were so small that my hand nearly covered them entirely.  I switched to a more severe flogger, which brought little gasps from our tiny slave.  When her white cheeks became pink from the flogging, I turned Anna towards the camera so that I could explore her tits.  I pulled down her bra, and the girl seemed to blush.  I could sense that her breath was quick and shallow.  My hands probed her breasts.

My god, how firm were those 19-year-old titties.  Her tits were so naturally firm that it was difficult to gather enough skin to apply some clothes pins.  I managed to apply 4 clothes pins to each tit, 2 on each side of each nipple.  Wow, I thought her firm young tits looked so pretty encased with rope and adorned with clothes pins.  I began to play with the clothes pins, striking them gently, bending them upwards, downwards.

Then bending two pins at the same time.  I could tell from her moans that this was bringing her plenty of pain, but her desire to please me, to prove to me that she could be a good submissive, prevented her from begging for mercy.  So…..I kept playing. Ah, what fun.  And what a beautiful sight.  Slowly I removed each pin, enjoying the gasp of pain she uttered as each pin was removed.

A friend of mine, Mistress Tara, owns one of Manhatten’s very elegant dungeons, “The Den of Iniquity.”  Tara employs several dominant and submissive women who engage in “sessions” with the customers of the dungeon.  Tara called me last week to inform me that one of her dominants, Anna, wanted to submit to me in a video.  Tara explained to me that Anna works in her dungeon as a dominant, but is a “switch” in her real life (sometimes, dominant, sometimes submissive.)  Tara described Anna as being Russian, blonde, pretty, firm body and 57 inches in height.

I spoke to Anna briefly on the telephone.  I informed her that I demand strict obedience and total submission from my subjects in my videos.  A tremble in her voice told me that she had that blend of nervousness and excitement that some women possess when they are about to submit to a man.  I told Anna to meet me at the dungeon at 13:00 on  Saturday, and to bring several “changes” of sexy, “frilly” lingerie for me to choose from, for her to wear in the video.

From her home in New Jersey, it is about a 1-hour train ride into Manhattan.  On Saturday, she arrived at the dungeon about 10 minutes before 13:00.  At first sight of her, I was surprised to see how young she was.  “How old are you?” I asked.  “19″ was her response.  “Show me your identification,” I told her, and she handed me her driver’s license.  The law states that a girl must be at least 18-years-old to work in any type of work involving nudity.  Yes, her license verified that she was in fact 19-year-old, and yes, I could see the slight tremble of excitement in her face.  This element in a slave is personally exciting to me.  I truly enjoy seeing this blend of nervousness and arousal in a woman.  I instructed Anna to show me the lingerie that she had brought, and she laid her frilly little garments on a couch.  I selected a white, lacy outfit and told her to change clothing while I watched.  Ah, what fun to watch the excitement “splash” across her face when I told her to strip. Her breasts looked so firm, and soon, I would feel them, squeeze them.

Next I put leather restraints on her wrists, a leather collar around her neck, and informed her that I know desired to see her in bondage so severe that the bondage, itself would be a torture.  I said these words, knowing that Ann likes to be tied up and left alone for hours.  I decided that her collar was not large enough.  I now placed a LARGE, STURDY collar around her neck, so large that it painfully pressed into her chin and collar bones.  She was led to the steel rack and large steel hooks on chains were fastened to each side of the collar.  Her shoes were removed so that her feet could be in direct contact with the cold basement floor.  The chains were now pulled upwards, tightened and held in place with a bolt.  Her wrist restraints were now attached to the rack.  When the first cold chain enveloped her thigh she shuddered, and I asked, “oh, is that too cold?”  Her response, “no master.”  “Good.  I know the chains are cold, but I’m sure the warmth of your body will warm them in an hour or two.”  Ann gasped.

I now had such fun weaving the heavy, cold chains around her body, over her chest, connecting to her collar.  And the final chain was pulled tightly between the lips of her pussy.  I sat down and simply looked at how beautiful Slave Ann looked, bound in chains.  I took a few photos, then picked up a large steel crowbar.  I dropped the bar, intentionally, at her feet, for the purpose of startling her, scaring her.  I lifted the large cold steel tool and caressed her body with it, occasionally using the forked end of the bar to gently tug on her sore nipples.  Sometimes I would hook the bar around the chain that passed between her pussy lips, and twist the chain, causing more pressure on her little “hot pot.”  But mostly, I just sat and stared, silently admiring her beauty.  When Ann had been bound in chains for nearly 30 minutes, I left the room telling her that I would return when I felt inclined to return.

Upstairs, I drew a tub of hot bath water.  Von Faust had extended to me the use of his guest bedroom where I intened to fully satisfy my sexual desires with Ann, and I wanted her to take a hot bath before my cock penetrated her mouth, her pussy and her ass.  Some of my fellow masters insist to me that S&M is not about sex.  I agree with them that sometimes, deep into a scene, we can visit a truly spiritual place where sex seems mundane, and too earthly.  However, today I intended to get VERY earthly with Slave Ann.

Within the next 30 minutes, I released Ann from her chains, led her naked to her bath, provided her with clean towels and a robe, and told her that I expected her presence in the bedroom in half an hour.  I bathed in a seperate room in another part of the house.  Soon thereafter we began the satisfaction of each other’s carnal desires.

Her ass-cheeks now glowing, I paused a few seconds, then held big handfuls of her tushie in the palms of my hands and began squeezing hard.  Ann yelped and squirmed as I squeezed, pinched and firmly massaged her stinging ass cheeks.  I commanded her to stand.

Ann was still breathing heavily from her spanking, when I began to tie her in a standing positions.  Rope around her ankles, her knees, her thighs, above and below her bra, around her waist and tightly through her crotch, hands tied securely behind her back.  When I pulled down her bra, exposing her breasts and nipples, Ann shuddered.  Despite Ann’s incredible capacity to enjoy pain, there is one part of her anatomy that is more sensitive than any part of her body.  Her nipples.  Her  beautiful, firm nipples.  When Ann anticipates my torturing her nipples, she actually becomes frightened.  And sensing her fear, arouses me.  As I gently caressed her nipples, her heartbeat became faster, and when I caressed her nipples with sturdy wooden clothes pins, she gasped, understanding that these tight clothes pins would soon be squeezing down on her tender nipples.  After applying these common torture devices, I grabbed a handful of her hair, caressed her neck, her cheek.  I enveloped her ear with my warm breath, then whispered, “it excites me so much, knowing that your nipples are in excruciating pain, knowing that you willfully except whatever I choose to give.” My words gave her pleasure, and I continued to softly caress her neck, her arms, a gentle kiss behind her ears, my fingers occasionally flicking the clothes pins.  When I sensed that Ann was near tears, I abruptly removed one of the pins.  The blood rushing back into her nipple brought a scream to her lips. Before she could recover from the shock of having the first pin removed, I abruptly removed the other.  Now, I turned her body towards me, and embraced her.  While she trembled, I hugged, wondering “how much pleasure can Ann accept today.”