Legends of Dominance - 56

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Legends of Dominance  - 56
by Mistress Michelle Peters et al.
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Lady Victoria East

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Lady East
My First Training Session with Lady Victoria

I was deep in sleep after my rigorous, arduous, and severe orientation and introductory flogging administered by Lady Victoria East. I still wore the slave collar. The collar had a steel chain which was attached to the heavy stone on the wall. Lady Victoria had been kind enough to remove the steel manacles and allow my hands freedom. She had also provided me with a wool blanket to cover my nakedness and afford warmth.

I was awakened by a sandal root nudging me. I was startled when I looked up and saw Charles, the slave, I had been introduced to last night. He was naked with the exception of 'a black leather loin cloth and rawhide sandals laced to his knees. In his right hand dangled a brutal looking, black leather, cat-of-nine tails. I observed that he had a massive and complete erection.

His loin cloth was sticking out due to his erection. From my viewpoint on the floor, I could see his testicles. They were unusually enormous. They hung low on his body due to their size and fullness. His balls were the size of large California oranges. I instinctively began to whimper when i looked at the cat. He opened the conversation. "Robert," he said, "Lady Victoria has ordered me to beat you before breakfast." He then continued, "I will go easy on you if you do a really good job in sucking my prick."

After my flogging of the night before, I would have agreed to anything to evade the whip. I said, "Sir, I will do it if you are merciful to me and please, do not beat me." He tore away his loin cloth and guided his erect ten inch circumcised penis towards my open mouth. His prick was four inches in diameter and was pulsating with sexual arousal. He still held the cat-of-nine, tails in his hand as I prepared to receive him. He said, "Suck, slave or I'll beat the piss out of you." I began by licking his massive heavily-hung testicles with my tongue, all the time whimpering, "Please don't whip me," and sneaking peeks at the cat.

I then began licking the main underside, the central nerve of his cock.

We were both startled by the sharp, loud, fierce, retort of Lady Victoria's whip!! We both looked towards the door where Lady Victoria had entered unnoticed by either of us. "Charles and Robert," she screamed, "What is the meaning of this" Charles fell to his knees and pressed his forehead to the floor as she approached us.. "Robert, you tell me, what is going on here? I proceeded to stutter and stammer that Charles was there to beat me as she had ordered, but he promised to be merciful if I sucked his cock. She grabbed Charles by his hair and lifted his head and viciously slapped his-face. "You son of a bitch, you lying, ass-sucking slave. I'll teach you to lie."

"Robert," she said, "I'll forgive you, but you are going to witness how Lady Victoria punishes a slave who lies!" "Charles, she screamed, "Get your miserable body over to the straddling bars!" Lady Victoria uncoiled the five foot dog whip and struck him brutally across his ass cheeks as he crawled on his hands and knees towards the platform, on which the straddling bars were located. He howled in pain, the tip of the lash had struck him directly on his anus. "Owww, owwww, owwww," he hollered! "Move slave," she screamed as she followed behind him, asking him. He was literally leaping with each lash as he hastened towards the ominous platform. Charles, in between his howls of pain was screaming begging, "Please, please, please. Lady Victoria, not the straddling bars, please give me another chance, please, please, I'm sorry I lied, oh my Lady Victoria, please don't. Owwww, owwww!! Lady Victoria screamed, "Shut up you bastard or I will double what I am going to give you."

My eyes were as big as saucers as I watched nervously the scene unfolded before me. I did not feel the least bit sorry for Charles, especially since he had used me. I was going to enjoy watching this, having only a remote idea as to the function of the two high, wooden-parallel bars on the elevated platform.

Lady Victoria watched as Charles quickly and rapidly crawled towards the platform. She approached me. I threw my forehead to the floor and began to kiss, lick and suck, her naked toes and feet . . . I could see the tip of the dog whip on the floor beside my head, out of the corner of my eye. She picked my head up by my hair with one hand and with the other hand raised my chin with the handle of the dog whip, so that I was looking up at her, I was trembling and shuddering uncontrollably.

"robert," she said, "calm down, calm down, I am not going to beat you now! I was so relieved and grateful that I shouted, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, my Lady Victoria for having mercy on your slave, Robert!"

She became very gentle and in almost a whisper said to me, "Slave, let me see how you suck my cunt!!!"

I was in ecstasy as I buried my tongue and face into her vagina. The smell of her female essence caused my prick to become erect and hard as a rock. Her cunt was succulent, juicy, and smelled of sex, personified. After several minutes, she pushed my head away and said, "Enough slave." My face and chin were sodden with her female juices and the juices were dripping on my knees .

Lady Victoria rang a bell which summoned Tanya, her assistant and overseer of the slaves, and the slave Dawn.

Dawn entered the room first, crawling on her hands and knees. Following behind her, carrying a black tawse in her right hand was Tanya. Tanya was magnificent. She was about six foot tall and had the muscles of a woman body builder. Her muscles rippled as she moved. Her weight and body builder body formed a perfect V. Her head was devoid of all hair - it had been shaven bald! Her appearance embellished her reputation for meanness and viciousness among Lady Victoria's slaves. Even the toughest and most hardened of Lady Victoria's slaves would grovel in panic, and kiss her boots feverishly, and cry like a baby, when Tanya would appear with her whip. Tanya was wearing a black leather bra and a microscopic leather G string. Tanya did not have on follicle of hair on her body. She was also wearing a thick policeman's-style belt around her waist which had a clip from which her whip could be carried when not in use. Dawn was a long-haired blonde and was a Farah Fawcett look alike. She was stark naked with the exception of her slave collar.

Tanya walked behind the crawling Dawn. Dawn approached where Lady Victoria and I were. She began kissing the floor as she crawled towards Lady Victoria. When Dawn reached Lady Victoria's feet she began to lick, kiss, and suck her toes. Tanya gave her three quick and vicious lashes across her upraised buttocks and screamed at her, "Slave, goddammit, have I not taught you to suck Lady Victoria with more enthusiasm!! Dawn was whimpering and redoubled her efforts. I was so close I could hear the slurp, slurp, slurp Dawn was making in sucking Lady Victoria's toes. Dawn would occasionally sneak a peak at Tanya, who was holding the tawse inches from her ass. The succulent Lady Victoria informed the fierce, but beautiful Tanya what she had observed when she had entered the room. Tanya was staring down at me with her mean oriental-type eyes as Lady Victoria continued. Tanya, not taking her eyes off me, asked Lady Victoria, "Please, Lady Victoria, permit me to take some skin off Robert's ass with my whip?" I shuddered and put my head down. I felt terrified and was almost pissing myself in panic. Lady Victoria relieved my anxiety by saying, "No Tanya, not right now. I am going to concentrate on Charles, who is the liar and instigator." Lady Victoria screamed towards the platform, where Charles was kneeling, with his ass upraised in our direction. "I'm going to flog his macho balls and prick until he faints!!! Then, I am going to revive him with smelling salts and flog his balls some more!!!" Tanya asked Lady Victoria if she could administer ten lashes to Charles, preparatory to manacling him in the straddle position? Lady Victoria said, "Go ahead, Tanya, but make it twenty-five on the ass with the black snake whip!! Save his balls for me!!!!"

I had heard that Tanya would flog a slave while she was stark naked. I watched her enormous breasts pulsate as she removed the halter. She stood on one leg and removed her leather, ;G string. Tanya was all muscle, ass, tits, and cunt. Tanya was only one foot from me and her vagina was only a little above my eye . level. Her cunt was prominent due to being devoid of all hair. She was so close I could see, hear, and smell, her cunt juices! I was amazed to see that her clitoris stood out and up like a little prick! I continued to observe her as she went to the wall and took the black snake-whip down. She flicked it out and cracked it - CRACK. I grabbed Lady Victoria around the ankles, I was so terrified. Lady V looked down at me and said very gently, "Calm yourself, Robert, she is not going to beat you now!" I whimpered and said, "Thank you, thank you. My Lady Victoria!"

Charles was observing Tanya over his right shoulder, from his kneeling position, as Tanya approached him, with the whip in her right hand. He was trembling violently and screaming, "Mercy Tanya, please have mercy!" Tanya was rubbing her cunt with her left hand as she measured the distance from tip of the snake whip -lash to Charles' ass. Charles was attempting to inch forward and away from her. Tanya noticed this and said, "Charles, if you don't get back here I will tie you up and give you fifty lashes!" The whip had not even touched him yet, and he was crying like a baby. "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh."

The first stroke hit him directly across the upraised ass,- "Owwwwwwwww."

Dawn, kneeling beside me was beginning to masturbate herself.

Lady Victoria has a Communion with a Slave It was early morning. I was sitting stark, slave naked on a red wool blanket. I had slept only in stages during the night due to my anxiety and fearful apprehension as to what was to come this morning.

Lady Victoria had informed me last night, as she attached the heavy wall chain to my slave collar, that I was to be punished to for tardiness and slowness in responding to her commands. I had to urinate as a result of the anxiety and fear. This, plus my mental daydreams of Lady Victoria in the nude caused my penis to be massively swollen and erect. My penis was so hard that it begged to be stroked to orgasm. The severe penalty for being caught, dissuaded me from masturbating.

The massive oak door opened abruptly and Lady Victoria stood in the doorway. She was a vision of sensuality, voluptuousness, and beauty. At the same time she struck fear into me. In an earlier time, if one believes in reincarnation, she would have been Cleopatra', Queen of all Egypt. My naked body began to tremble from head to toe as she approached me. Her black leather studded corset accentuated her alabaster white skin and full, long, thick raven black hair. Her eyes were ultra feminine, yet they bespoke of domination and power. I quickly assumed the slave position - my forehead and palms of my hands on the floor with buttocks upraised. The chain linking my collar to the wall was pulled taut due to my position. Lady Victoria approached me and stopped so that the tips of her thigh-high, black boots were touching my fingertips.

I could smell her female essence which caused my erect penis to harden even more. My cock was pressing against my lower belly despite the fact that I was kneeling. My upraised, dangling testicles quivered in sexual arousal and sheer panic. Lady Victoria, while gazing down upon my prostate naked, kneeling body, queried me, "Robert, why are you trembling?" My tongue felt as if it were tied to the roof of my mouth due to my nervousness. I stuttered as I replied, "Lady Victoria I a. . . a. . .am a ... afraid that you are go. . .go. . .going to pun. . .pun . . punish me!" '

"You must realize that through my training that you will be a more responsive and productive slave. I am going to train you so that you react instinctively and without hesitation whenever I issue a command. Experience has taught me dear Robert, that it is only through the searing, burning, lash of the whip that a slave achieves communion with his or her Mistress. There is no other way. You will suffer slave, but you will also experience the apex and ultimate of sensations. You will discover Robert, as other slaves have, that at a certain point in your flogging, you lose and I gain control of your mind and nervous system. Your body compensates for the pain through a profound, involuntary^orgasm that is more pleasurable than you have ever achieved through masturbation or intercourse. You will love me for this. This, Robert, is when you will, as my slave, be in harmony and communion with your Mistress.

I knew what Lady Victoria was saying was true as I had almost reached the apex during my introductory whipping. I continued to tremble violently. I could see the fork-tipped lash of the dog quirt, resting on the tops of her boots.

"Robert, you may lean back on your haunches and gaze up at me." I did so. She began to remove her black leather corset as I looked up at her with my wide-opened blue eyes. Lady Victoria is voluptuously magnificent. She is the paragon of womanhood. I was transfixed by her naked full-melon sized breasts and her raven-haired triangular bush. She turned her back to me and presented her perfectly rounded hemispheric buttocks. My cock, by this time, was ready to erupt its orgasmic juices. Lady Victoria then shouted at me, "Slave, kiss my ass!" I began to fervently kiss each cheek. I then used my hands to spread her buttocks so as to better reach her anus with my tongue. I buried my face in her crevice and my erect and hard tongue about three inches into her anus. My lust was heightened by smelling the musk-like feminine odor. Lady Victoria screamed at me, over her shoulder, "Slave, you have better get your tongue up my asshole or I am going to have the first layer of skin of your lazy ass on the tip of this lash!" I quickly redoubled my efforts whimpering with fear and sexual arousal. The smell of her wet, juicy, succulent, asshole, and cunt were aphorismatic to me. My mouth and chin were soppy wet from her sexual juices and sweat. I Was working my long hard tongue on the slit of her succulent cunt, feverishly Lady Victoria screamed at me, "Stop it. God damn you. Your performance is completely unsatisfactory!"

I began to whine and whimper like adog as she pushed me away with her right booted foot. She then began to massage, with her right gloved hand, the forked tongued lash of the dog quirt. "How shall I restrain you, slave, while I take some skin off your lazy ass?" "Oh, oh, oh please Lady Victoria," I begged! "Please give me another chance," I whimpered! "Shut your filthy mouth, slave," she screamed.

"When I say you are going to be punished - you will be punished."

She unhooked the heavy wall chain that was attached to my slave collar and ordered me to crawl to the center of the room and wait near the small drain in the floor. I quickly crawled on my hands and knees to the drain. I noticed that wrist cuffs, attached to a pulley hung overhead and that there were also ankle cuffs attached to heavy steel eyebolts in the floor. I was so terror stricken that I could not control my bladder and began to piss into the drain. Lady Victoria approached me and gazing down upon me hissed, "You son-of-a-bitch, slave, have you not learned that you do not even urinate without my permission?"

"I am sorry. Mistress, I could not help myself," I mumbled.

"You are going to be a lot sorrier for this despicable act when I am done with you! Stand up," he ordered.


"And hold your hands over your head." She attached the wrist cuffs to my wrists and in a moment my whole body was lifted off the floor. My ankles were then restrained by the ankle restraint that was attached to one of the steel eye bolts bolted to the floor. My feet were only one inch from the floor as I was suspended in my naked slave state. I felt like an Egyptian slave about to be flogged as I looked through teary eyes at Lady Victoria. She is Cleopatra personified and reincarnated. Her thick, full, long, jet-black hair and her feminine, yet piercing eyes add to this effect. Lady Victoria radiates dominance and power. At the same time she possesses a royal sophisticated, bearing demeanor. She held the menacing dog quirt in her left hand as she removed her right, over the elbow, black leather glove. She cupped my testicles in the palm of her hand. She began to squeeze my balls as she said, "Robert, are you cold?"

"No Mistress," I replied.

"Then why are you trembling and shaking?" My body by now was quivering from head to toe. I a...a...am...a...a...afraid," I stuttered. "Robert, you and I are going to have a communion! You are going to suffer but when I have finished, your slave body and mind will be mine! Every nerve ending and brain cell in your body will know that Lady Victoria is your Mistress." She dropped my testicles and began to stroke very tenderly my rigid, rock-hard penis.

"My Robert," she said, "You are endowed," as she continued stroking my eight inches of slave manhood. "You'd better not ejaculate," she waned me. I began to feel the warm tingling sensation that proceeds an orgasm stirring in my loins and begged her to stop stroking me for fear of ejaculating. She stepped back and viciously slapped me across the mouth. "How dare you tell your Mistress what to do."

I began to weep in panic as she raised the dog quirt and cracked it. It sounded like a pistol shot in the high ceiling room. Despite the fact that the tip of" the fork-tipped lash missed my body by a foot, my body involuntarily jumped within the confines of my restraints.

"I am going to leave you for awhile, slave, in the meantime you may contemplate your flogging." I watched intently as Lady Victoria left the room and slammed shut the massive oak door. I heard the key locking the door.

I hung in the wrist restraints with my feet unable to reach the floor. The weight of my stark naked body on my wrists plus my fear, was causing me to sweat profusely. Beads of sweat were rolling from my armpits down my sides. Sweat was also rolling down my ass cheeks to my thighs and calves. The perspiration was dripping into the floor drain above my suspended ankles. My prick was turgidly erect and gorged with the blood of my sexual desire to drive it deeply into Lady Victoria's jet black haired triangular slit. My sack was so hard because of my thinking about my Mistress that it would have spewed forth its I cum, had even a fly landed on it. Oh, how I wished I could masturbate!

I must have fallen asleep in my restraints. When I opened my eyes. Lady Victoria was standing in front of me stark naked with the exception of her thigh-high black boots and her over-the-elbow, black leather gloves. "Please, please, please. Lady Victoria," I begged. "Have mercy on me!" She said nothing as she walked behind me. I turned my head and saw her uncoiling the dog whip. The first lash struck me across the shoulders below the back of my neck. I hollered "Oh, oh, ohhh, it hurts soooo!"

The second lash was almost, but not quite, on the same spot. The third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh,eighth, ninth, and tenth, were on my sweating profusely muscular back.

My back bore deep scarlet stripes like a zebra. I jumping, within the confines of my bondage like a puppet on a strong. I was weeping tearfully. I was begging for pity, and for mercy. I was promising to be an obedient and productive slave. I would promised anything to escape the burning, painful lash. Lady Victoria paused and said, you may holler, scream, or beg as loudly as you as this room is soundproofed." She continued,' "I going to be merciful and allow you fifteen minutes and then I am going to start on your big white ass."

"Oh Mistress, please don't beat me anymore!" I screamed!

"Shut up, slave," she replied. Lady Victoria sat on a high stool massaging Vaseline on the split thonged lash as the fifteen minutes evolved. My back felt as if it were on fire. My naked body was drenched with sweat. My ass cheeks were trembling violently and were attempting to cringe within my loins.

I looked down and Lady Victoria was loosening my ankle restraints. She then spread my left leg and attached it to the other eye bolt. She then spread my right leg and attached the right ankle restraint to the rawhide thong to the other eye bolt. My legs now formed an inverted V. My balls were not dangling exposed and vulnerable to the lash of the whip.

"Oh, oh, my Mistress," I shouted. "Please have pity on your poor slave!"

"Shut up, slave, I told you that you and I were going to have a communion of mind and body. The first lash struck me directly across the hemisphere of my buttocks. My ass cheeks felt as if a red hot poker was being rubbed across them. Lady Victoria allowed about one minute between the lashes so as to afford my nervous system an opportunity to adjust and feel the full effect of each lash. Each and every nerve ending in my body was on fire and tingling with the shock of the lash. My body was attempting to tear itself loose from its tight bondage so as to escape. I could not do anything but jerk violently with each lash. I know now why Lady Victoria restrains slaves over the floor drain. At the eighth lash on my ass I lost control of my bowels and bladder and both shit and pissed on myself. She took a hose with warm water, hosed me down as one would hose a race horse.

My cock was still erect and at the sixteenth lash on my bleeding ass, she changed the direction of the whip.

She was now guiding the whip so that its lash was coming up between my spread legs, striking my lower abdomen below the belly button, missing only barely my rigid prick, but biting into the crevice of my ass, and also nicking my dangling balls. I was now screaming like a wild animal. My screams and words were incoherent. Something strange happened to me. My body never felt more alive, every nerve in my body was charged, as if with an electric current. My ass was involuntarily seeking to find the lash of the whip and was actually jumping to meet it. At the twentieth lash, directly across the buttocks, my cock ejaculated in ecstasy that was fantastically deep and profound.

The burning, searing, biting lash had devastated my nervous system so much that the body's natural defense mechanism attempted to compensate through orgasm. The orgasm was so profound and of such ecstasy that I fainted in my bondage.

Lady Victoria and I had truly achieved communion, together!

Lady Victoria East is a professional Dominant \ seeking new slave, male and female in the tri-state and D.C. area.

You may write, Baltimore, Md. 21208

From The Best of Corporal , No. 3, 1980

--Compiled by Mistress Michelle and slave english


Larry Townsend

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Larry Townsend
27 October 1930 - 29 July 2008
Spill a drop for lost brothers ...

"Larry Townsend was the pseudonymous author of dozens of books including "Run Little Leather Boy" (1970) and "The Leatherman's Handbook" (1972) at pioneer erotic presses such as Greenleaf Classics and the Other Traveler imprint of Olympia Press .Growing up as a teenager of Swiss-German extraction in Los Angeles a few houses from Noel Coward and Irene Dunne, he ate cookies with his neighbor Laura Hope Crews who was Aunt Pittypat in Gone with the Wind. He attended the prestigious Peddie School, and was stationed as Staff Sergeant in charge of NCOIC Operations of Air Intelligence Squadrons for nearly five years with the US Air Force in Germany (1950-1954). Completing his tour of duty, he entered into the 1950s underground of the LA leather scene where he and Montgomery Cliff shared a lover. With his degree in Industrial Psychology from UCLA (1957), he worked in the private sector and as a probation officer with the Forestry Service. He began his pioneering activism in the politics of gay liberation in the early 1960s. In 1972, as president of the "Homophile Effort for Legal Protection" (H.E.L.P.) which had been founded in 1969 to defend gays during and after arrests, he led a group in founding the H.E.L.P. Newsletter, the forebear of Drummer (1975). As a writer and photographer, he was an essential eyewitness of the drama and salon around Drummer in which his novels were often excerpted. His signature "Leather Notebook" column appeared in Drummer for twelve years beginning in1980, and continued in Honcho to Spring 2008. His last novel, "Time Masters," was published April 2008."

Larry Townsend's "Of Ropes & Remembrance"
Truck-Stop Cocksucker SHACKLED by Hung Sheriff
I call this story Shackled, and it came to me in a strangely found-about way. Some time ago I wrote a story about prison life. My account was entirely fictional, although I did draw on a some facts I had researched. Shortly after my story was published I had a brief affair with a very hot man who was the most passionate I had ever known about being placed into bondage and kept confined, for as long as possible-days, if the Master was willing and able to devote the time. Lying in bed after a very long, heavy session, naked and thoroughly drained, I asked him about his obsession: how it had started, and why it so dominated his lusts. "You should understand. " he said. "with your knowledge of prison life. In fact, that s wliv I came to you." He continued from there, and the following, in essence, is what he related to me. I should note that the narrator, a man in his mid-thirties at the time I knew him, was still a startlingly beautiful blond body-builder...about 5" 11, weighing a solid 175-180 pounds, nice cock, cut but still pretty. At the time of his extraordinary adventure, some fifteen years before, he must have been breathtaking.

I was driving home to San Francisco from a family reunion in Iowa. I had spent almost two weeks in the company of my parents, various aunts and uncles, an assortment of female cousins, plus one delicious teenage nephew who was too young and too girl-crazy to satisfy my cravings. In short. I was returning from a frustrating, sex-starved fortnight, and was so hot to relieve my tensions I had been pushing the speed limits all along the way, and had gotten a ticket just a short while before deciding to stop for gas and to take a breather. I also needed to piss. I pulled into a fairly large service station-restaurant on a dusty, wind-blown plain a few miles past Amarillo. I filled the tank, then parked to one side and made my way toward the men's room. This was in the very back of die main building, out of sight until you actually rounded the corner to the rear wall. There, to my surprise, was a tall, rangy guy in a sheriff's uniform complete with Smokey-bear hat, leaning against the metal rail outside the rest rooms. I looked at him curiously, and hungrily. Receiving no obvious response. I reached for the men's room door. You gotta wait a second," he said in a deep, drawling baritone. "I got a prisoner in there." So I stood aside, all but drooling over mis hot uniformed officer, until I heard a knock from inside the men's room. The cop opened the door. and I felt my heart race as a swell of lust nearly overwhelmed me. The prisoner was a young kid, maybe nineteen. He was dark. good-looking, but not so extraordinary that I'd have swooned over him-except that he was totally bound in chains! His ankles were so tightly cuffed, he had to shuffle when he tried to walk. His wrists were cuffed in front of him, attached to the ankle irons by a length of chain. His wrists were further attached to a leather belt around his waist. As the kid came out of the John he gave me a sideways grin, then prodded by the sheriff's leather crop, he shuffled along due side of the building toward a row of parked cars. He was dressed in a blue workshirt with a big "P" stenciled on die back. and a pair of very faded jeans. I watched them for a few seconds, then went into the men's room to relieve my aching bladder. I have to admit that my hands were actually shaking as I unzipped my Levi's and pulled out my cock. This, ill turn, was almost completely hard, so it took me another minute or two to let it soften enough to take a leak. When I came out into the light again I blinked for a moment, dien quickly made my way to the side of the building where I saw the sheriff and his prisoner standing beside a black Dodge van. The officer pulled open die sliding door and had to help die kid into the dark interior. He readied in as if making some adjustment, then slammed the door shut. As he rounded the vehicle he shot me a quick (knowing?) glance before opening the driver's door. I watched him drive out of die lot and take the west on-ramp onto die highway. It was dien a little after three in die afternoon.

I was still trembling when I got into my own car. I took the same freeway on-ramp, and I saw the sheriff's van way ahead of me. But I soon lost him because he was going well above die speed limit, and being fresh from getting a speeding ticket I was afraid to try over-taking him. But there was no way to inhibit the images in my mind. The picture of that tightly shackled prisoner had my own cock driving painfully against my jeans, and I kept picturing the pair of them walking away from me. I also wondered just how the prisoner had managed to relieve himself in the John, especially if he had serious enough business that he needed to get his pants down. Well, I thought, that's a question I'll probably never have answered. Oh. how wrong I was!, I entered Tucumcari, New Mexico well after dark. and decided to stay over. If I tried to reach Albuquerque I would arrive so late that every place of interest would be closed. Besides, I knew that Tucumcari boasted one of the hottest truck stops in the west. They had a barracks with showers and cots where truckers could spend a few hours of rest. I'd had a hot session diere a couple of years before, and with my balls demanding some immediate attention I was hoping for another "meaningful" encounter. I turned off die freeway onto me business loop, where I immediately saw die lights of a cafe. I pulled in and parked head-on against the building. Before I could get out of the car, a black van pulled into the spot next to me. on the passenger side of my car. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that it was a Dodge, but me whole thing would be too much of a coincidence, I thought, and without looking the driver I got out and went into the diner This was my second miscalculation, because was no sooner seated at the counter when deputy sheriff swung his leg onto the seat beside. Without the big hat it took a moment to recognize him-handsome, well tanned face, very dark eyes beneath his lashes, lots of curly auburn hair. "How did this happen?" I asked, forcing lightness into my voice that I didn't really feel On the one hand I was delighted we had up again, but a warning light had gone off the back of my mind. "I saw you behind me on me highway, said easily. "I radioed my trace car to keeping eye on you." He paused, regarding me with the expectant grin on his face. "It's what I wanted, right?" I know I must have blushed a deep scar The idea that this hunky guy had gone much trouble to find me was flattering; little scary. But lust conquered all, and I teak him at his word. The waitress took our for coffee and burgers, and when she was US of earshot I asked about his prisoner. "left him in the local hoosegow," said sheriff. "My name's Anderson," he said "Folks call me Andy." "I'm Wilson," I told him, "Chuck Wilson," and we shook hands. A half hour later I followed his van into the parking lot of an old fashioned motel, comprised of a dozen individual cabins. His unit was in the very back, beyond the neon-lighted courtyard. The front room was dark. but Andy didn't turn on a light. We stood together just inside the door. "I could see your reaction this afternoon."' He spoke easily, his deep-toned drawl seeming to vibrate down my spine. "Why don't you just shuck those duds and let me have a look at you." When I hesitated he added: "I got another set'a them irons. It was all I could so to strip off my clothes. My whole body ached with such a combination of fear and arousal, that I actually felt dizzy for a few moments. When I stood in front of him, naked with a quivering hard-on pointing toward his groin, I wavered again for a few seconds, experiencing a brief flush of vertigo. He grasped my upper arm to steady me. "Sony," I said, "I guess I'm a little lightheaded." Andy laughed. "All the blood must have rushed into this." he said. He took hold of my cock and twisted it, sending further waves of desire tumbling upward, through my entire body. "Stay put," he said, and walked behind me. I could hear the chink of metal, and within less than two minutes he had me secured in the manacles: wrist-to-wrist, ankle-to-ankle, wrists-to-ankles, wrists-to-leather belt. When he was behind me, fine sitting with me waist band, I was dangerously close to shooting my load, and might actually have done it except that I was shocked back to reality when the bedroom door swung open. His prisoner stood there, shackled exactly as he had been that afternoon, except that he was now naked as I was or almost so; he was wearing a pair of work boots, and nothing else. Holding him by one arm was another young guy in sheriff's uniform die driver of the chase car? "I...I thought you said your prisoner was in the local jail," I stammered "I lied," said die sheriff, and all three of them laughed. The prisoner, who had seemed of only average attractiveness when clothed, was now revealed as something more. His body was slender, but exquisitely defined, with beautifully developed arms, wide shoulders and a tiny waist. When his mentor caused him to move into the room. he fumed enough to reveal a pair of buns that might have graced some ancient sculpture. His cock was long and dick, with a full, loose foreskin and deep hanging balls. The deputy who stood with him was quite tall, and seemed heavily muscled beneath his tight-fitting uniform. I was understandably confused, turned-on like I'd never been before, but now beginning to realize that everything was not exactly as it had first appeared. "You're not a real sheriff, are you?" I asked. My voice was raspy, my throat suddenly so dry I could hardly form the words. Both uniformed men laughed, and the "sheriff" smacked me across die ass with the swagger stick he had earlier used to guide his prisoner.

Prisoner...shit, I'm the fuckin' prisoner! And I knew better than to ask any more questions. I was so badly shaken, though, that I stalled to lose my hard-on, for which I received another few strokes as punishment. "Keep it. up!" the sheriff commanded, and in spite of a building anxiety, my flesh responded. "He likes those cracks across his butt." remarked die other officer. "Just like this one," he added, using a leather strap across his prisoner's rump. "I drink we got us a pair'a really hot and horny assholes. Glad I didn't lose that one out on die highway." "I drink it's time to take'em out to-the viewing area." said Sheriff Andy. He nudged me with his crop and I started to shuffle across the floor. The other prisoner, who was called Mark by die second sheriff, was shoved along right behind me. The other officer opened the door, and we were hauled outside. They made us stand on the small front porch. We were in shadow, but would still have been visible to anyone who happened into the parking area.

Each of us was connected by his neck to one of the uprights supporting the canopy roof. Before I could protest, the two uniformed officers went back inside and shut the door. I tried to question Mark, but he seemed at first not to hear me, then tried to reply in heavily accented English. From the little I could understand, lie was an exchange student from Austria, and had been picked up two days before by the deputy, hitchhiking outside Albuquerque. He apparently did not know if they were really sheriffs, or just a pair of guys out playing some weird game. I had paused in my attempt to question Mark, when a car pulled into the parking area. briefly hitting us with its headlights. I'd already gone soft, although my cock has hanging out like a boated sausage, and this sudden contact with the outside world almost made me shrivel, almost, but not quite, and after a minute or so my cock started to swell and gradually lifted away from my groin as the intruding vehicle pulled up to the motel office, some hundred feet away. I glanced over at Mark, who was in about the same state. "We're a pair of fucking exhibitionists." I remarked, but he didn't understand. Looking at him, I felt a renewal of the lust I'd known before, and if I'd been free of my neck binding I would probably have knelt in front of him and choked down the substantial rod now pointing defiantly toward the distant roadway. Across die open space, I could see a man come out of the office and get into his car; he then drove to die cabin two doors down from us. once again hitting us with his headlights. I would have twisted around so that I was behind the column, but the rope on my neck was too short. Instead, I could only stand there, bound and naked, completely helpless as the driver got out of his car and paused to look in our direction for several seconds before walking to his and fitting a key into die lock. It was unsaid We were shackled and secured so happening by could see us. Our captors inside, seemingly unconcerned. Cars whizzing past on the frontage road, and them might turn into the motel at any time It was also getting chilly, and despite continued, irrational arousal, I was getting cold. A few moments later, the door to neighboring cabin opened, and the man out. I hadn't been able to see him very before because he had been silhouetted by distant lights. Now, as he started in direction I could see that he also wore a uniform, but different from our tormentors - dark blue pants tucked into learner boots, and a lighter blue shirt with his glittering badge on his left pec. He was swarthy, with a black mustache, probably years older than me orders. He approached with a wide grin on his-lips, and stopped between us. "Hey, Andy, you in there?" called, and as he did so he took hold of our cocks. I felt a surge of heat rise up in gut. but before I could say anything the opened behind us. "Everything set?" asked me newcomer. "You got it," said the deputy from "Then let's get mis meat inside."

The two deputies untied our neck and led us at a shuffling pace inside, where the interior had undergone significant changes. By then we had outside for about half an hour. The warmer in me room felt good against my skin, and dick began with lift again. Two hanging had been removed and replaced by head chains locked onto eyelets in the ceiling die two other officers. I could feel the Extraneous furniture had been pushed back, and a Murphy bed had been folded down from the wall. Only it wasn't exactly a bed; it had a solid wooden surface with several leather straps at various places-quite definitely a rack. Three pictures had been removed from the walls, and in their places were several collections of exotic paraphernalia, some of which I recognized, some not. But for me it would make little difference. I was led to one of the hanging chains and locked onto it by the hack of my belt. Then the second deputy took down a pair of leather mittens from one of the wall rack.s and deftly fastened these onto my hands. I now stood there shackled by wrists and ankles, naked except for the leather covering my hands. Deputy Anderson came up to me and yanked at my cock. jeering. "This is all you're gonna feel on this for a long while, he sneered. "Ya ken look. but ya can't touch!" He walked away and started talking with the two other officers. 1 could feel the smooth leather of the mittens against my dick, the sensation already driving me crazy, but I couldn't touch myself...sheer torture now. and growing progressively worse as I realized that I was going to see some heavy action while I was powerless to join in, or even manipulate my own cock. As the cops talked together some of my questions were answered. Mark's time with them was about up. and he would be released in the morning after starring in this evening's entertainment. The motel belonged to a member of there little cabal, and the "No Vacancy" sign had been turned on when the deputy brought me in. All very neat, and obviously a great game for the inner circle. But for me it was to be a night of terrible deprivation. My balls were already aching, and my whole body was trembling in frustrated arousal. At the height of the action there were five cops, mostly taking their pleasure on Mark's body, by then supine, tightly stretched on the rack. His other fetters had been removed, his wrists and ankles secured against the wooden surface by leather straps top-and-bottom on either side of the platform. His heavy uncut dick flopped back and forth with the motions of his hips as lie tried to avoid contact with a pair of cattle prods that two of the cops were touching against his thighs and lower belly. Every contact seemed to increase this frantic motions, until he was shrieking in fear and panic. I'd never actually felt a cattle prod against my own skin, but I experienced a strangely vicarious response as Mark struggled to sustain himself against the terrible pain he must have felt. Finally, one of the cops - naked, now, as were all the rest - unfastened the ankle straps while another helped bend Mark's body upward and tie his legs to an overhead bar. This exposed their captive's ass, causing his little pink pucker hole to wink invitingly in the dim yellowish light. Deputy Anderson was the first to take a strap to the upturned cheeks, while another cop managed to stretch himself across Mark's upper body, beneath the tightly stretched legs. I couldn't see all of the contact, but I knew he was diving his bloated rod into the captive mouth. Mark was reacting to die ass whipping by trying to twist his lower body away from the painful blows. I could also see the contractions of his rib cage as die penetrating cock caused him to choke and struggle against the cruel invasion. The guys with the cattle prods had put them aside and were now playing with each other. The taller one was cuffed to the chain across from mine, and was getting his ass smacked with a wide leather belt. The whole scene was devolving into a wild orgy of naked bodies, whips and mutual exchanges of sex. Everyone was involved in one way or another, everyone except me! I was ignored as I stood with my waist belt attached to the chain, my hands enclosed in the leather mitts which prevented my fingers from touching my cock and giving me some release from the building tension. I needed to cum so badly my balls ached, and my dick projected in steely rigidity. Whoever had chosen this as my means of torment had certainly understood how to torture a homey. sex-hungry guy like me. In the end, my chain was lowered from the ceiling and I was allowed to lie on die floor, while no one even touched my sensitized skin, much less my desperately swollen cock. All around me, the cops continued their enjoyment of each other and of Mark, whose body was treated to every torment and invasion I had ever imagined, and for which I yearned so desperately. Deputy Anderson took minimal pity on me later in the evening, holding a can of beer to my lips before leading me outside and allowing me to take a piss off the side of the porch. Just his touch on my dick as he held it while I pissed almost set me off, but he realized the effect he was having on me and back-handed my balls so sharply he momentarily turned off my passions. Still aching from Ills blow. I was brought inside and put down on the floor. The activity around me went on for a long time, but I could do nothing and eventually I fell asleep. Bright and early the next morning, the deputy woke me, allowed me a few moments in the John before loosening my waist belt and helping me into a blue denim work shirt and jeans, leaving my wrists and ankles fettered all the time. All the other "guests" had left, including Mark, whom I assumed was being released. The deputy got dressed in his khaki uniform, complete with Smokey Bear hat. and shoved me outside and into his black van. I was shackled exactly as Mark had been, and still so horny I could feel the desperate pressure of my cock against the inside of my jeans, and a terrible ache reached painful tentacles up both sides of my body. We stopped only once for coffee and a roll, which Andy fed me as I lay on die floor of the van. I tried to talk to him, to question his intentions, but he told me to shut up, and cuffed me across the face when I persisted. Now commenced the most humiliating part of my captivity. The deputy drove onto the freeway, heading east, back toward Amarillo. Every hour or so, he pulled into a gas station. He hauled me out of the van and forced me to shuffle across the parking lot, where people of all ages and genders watched, some of diem laughing at me. others seemingly sympathetic. I hung my head in "shame" and ambled along as fast as my shackles would permit, occasionally receiving a prod of encouragement from Andy's swagger stick. He had taken the learner mitts off my hands at the first stop, but he threatened to nut me if I tried to jack off' in die can. And those were practically the only words he spoke other than to order me in or out of the van. Of course, my own unspoken reaction to everything that was happening to me was so totally perverse I suppose even the deputy could not have realized how completely satisfying I found his abuse. Despite his du'eats, I came several times during die day, mostly shooting my load while I lay in the darkness of die van. usually not doing more than pressing my shackled hands down atop the rigid mound of my crotch. Later in the afternoon he realized what was happening and "punished" me by forcing me to wait in my chains outside the men's room while several young guys went ahead of me. "This asshole can wait," he told one of the guys. "What'd he do?" asked the kid. "He got caught sucking cock in a public rest area," said the deputy. I guess I blushed because the kid gave me a peculiar, cocky leer. "Why don't you send him in with me? I could use a good blow job." I'm sure he meant it as a wisecrack, but the deputy took him at his word, shoving me into the dark interior of the men's room. "Do a good job," he grumbled.

The kid was obviously nonplussed by the situation, but once the door closed behind us he stood staring at me for only a few moments before pulling out his dick 'a nicely contoured tool, cut but fair-sized, already half hard. "Well, are ya gonna do it?" he demanded. I slowly went onto my knees, looking up at him...young guy, not more than nineteen, i very blond, nice hard body with a "boy-next-door" look about him. But he'd obviously had his cock sucked before. He stepped up to me and poked his fully risen lance against my lips, driving it into me as soon-as I relaxed my jaw. He grabbed my head with both hands and force-fucked me. "Your boss says you're a cocksucker," he muttered. "Let's see how good you do it." So I knelt in front of this wise ass kid, shackled so I had no choice but to obey his commands, taking his rigid member deep into my throat while he continued to belittle me. He called me his slave and his servant, laughing when I choked on his meat, finally slapping my face when he started to cum. He delivered a substantial flood of jism, but continued to hold my face against his pube until a second load gathered in his balls. When he finally loosened his grip I had just a moment to gulp a lungful of air before he started driving himself into me again, this forcing me to service him for a much longer time. In all.. I don't know how long we were in that little room, but Andy finally yanked the door open to see what we were doing Two other guys were with him by then, both them staring in disbelief as I took the dregs of the kid's discharge. "I still gotta piss," he said at length, before I could stagger to my feet, he let go a stream of warm fluid all over my face chest. Our audience continued to stare, were still more or less mesmerized Andy dragged me to my feet and hustled off to the van. I was soaking wet, stinking from the kid's deluge, when he tossed me the back. He attached my neck chain to back of his seat, then paused to look around the parking area. I saw him wave and toward the John, where the kid was emerging from the booth. "Looks like we your replacement," he remarked as he slid door closed. He, came around and slipped into driver's seat. He didn't explain further, was beginning to understand how their game actually worked. Each guy selected their slave was required to serve until found a replacement. The kid would be and I would be used tonight as Mark had yesterday. Deputy Anderson made a fast from die area. probably a little shaken how completely we'd played his game. that pleased me, knowing that I had exceeded his expectations. He'd forgotten to slip the mitts back on my so I enjoyed a much- needed as me sped through the desert afternoon. I looking forward to the evening "no about it" but I was still disappointed that tenure as a shackled prisoner was going to so brief.

--I thought you might want to read this Larry Townsend story..... Mistress Michelle

Lenny Waller

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History of Hell Fire Club

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Hell Fire Newspaper
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Hell Fire Newspaper
( Front Cover Mistress Michelle )


First of all, I would like to thank all of my friends at Star-Data Publishing in California for allowing us here at Inner-Act Publications to take over the reins of HellFire... The Newspaper. Remember, Star- Data will continue to bring to you SPANKY'S WORLD, NATIONAL INTRUDER, KINKS & KUFFS, CLUB DE SADE, HANKY SPANKY, LIPSTICK, and many more magazines as usual.

If you folks read last months issue of the SMExpress, then you probably have noticed the ads for the HellFire Club's reopening in New York City. This month's statement is to let you know that the club is going to be run by 'yours truly'. The club is opening at it's original location, 28 9th Avenue. For the past number of years, another club has been using this site. Just a couple of weeks ago, they moved to a new location-1 wish then the best of luck to them in their new place.

HellFire, back in the 1980's, was world renowned for being the Hottest S&M club in the world. What I'm going to try to do is to bring back to you some of the happenings that made HellFire what it was. You have to remember that when HellFire was in it's hayday , it was Pre-Aids times. So the activities will have to follow the safe-sex guidelines that were established in the nineties for your own protection. It also must be remembered that the club will have just a juice bar, however you can bring your own booze or whatever. You will be 86'ed however, if you even think about bringing drugs into the club. The staff, who are all players themselves, are there to make you feel comfortable and to help you to have a good time.

If you have been to this location (28 9th Avenue) before in the past, you will be pleasantly surprised with the new look of the club.

I've taken a lot of time in talking with scene players and some of you on the phone, and have asked for suggestions for what you might want in a club. The response has been great, and some of the suggestions that were made will make HellFire a much better (and cleaner!), environment for all to have fun. This is what the club will be about, having fan, and your wanting to come back, time after time.

For those of you that want some more information, about hours, activities, etc.... just watch your local B&D and S&M publications and Magazines. For those of you who want to be ahead of the game however, you can send for your complimentary membership card, and get on our special party mailing list. Contact this publication via the address to the left, or call during business hours. For those who want to know our opening date, call our 'HellFire Hot-Line', (212) 647-0063. If you would like to talk to me live, call (914) 562-1353, again during business hours only please.

I hope this gives you a better idea of what is happening here at Inner-Act. So, on behalf of our staff at HellFire; Marie, Mistress Natasha, Master Jay, Mistress Denise, Slave Joanie, Susan, Sweet Dee, the staff at Inner-Act Publishing, and myself, Dave Nesor, I hope to see you at our grand opening!

Until Next Month...

History of Hell Fire, NYC

" This was through e-mail exchange from Lenny Waller to Michelle Peters Sept. 9th, 2007

Hi Mistress Michelle,

Hell Fire has an early & vivid past, as well as the entire Building @ 28 9th Ave, also known as 675 Hudson St., NYC NY. As Early as the Mid to late 60's Housed a swing club, run by the late Jo Jo Hughes former Underground leather store owner in NYC. Later it became the Catacombs. Owned by Old Man Joe & Mike. On the upper floor of the building "Wally" operated "HELL" a Gay Means Party A Gay Couple David & Ed had an idea for Hellfire. They did one party in a rented ball room at the now defunct Taft Hotel & were shut down & thrown out. They did another one in a loft on E 28th Street. Before getting the chance to Sub Let the basement space at 28 9th Ave. They did it as a Gay/Straight Party. It wasn't till the Mid 70's that the HellFire Really started catching attention. By the Early 80's David & ED were gone.

I Started in Hell Fire as a Door Man, Then became a Manager & worked my way up. In 1985 Hell Fire closed in the height of the Aids Crisis. In 1997 Frank & John opened the Vault at #28 Ninth Ave. It ran till 1993. In 1993 The Vault Moved to 10th Ave. In June 1993 Big John Reopened HELL FIRE at 28 9th Ave. He hired Dave Nessor to run it for him. By 1994 Dave Nessor had left & I was running Hell Fire Hope this clears things up.

In leather & pride, Lenny

--Compiled by Mistress Michelle and slave english

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