BDSMLibrary (the old one)

Brenda dismounted her bike by the corner of the apartments.  She had just ridden 9.3 miles in the southern California heat.  She was one of those tall, muscular women who could be mistaken for a man.  Her shoulders were as wide as her hips, and her upper body was trim and muscular from lifting weights.  Her breasts were nicely shaped but not especially large.  Her lower half , legs and bottom, was all muscle, the result of daily bicycle riding.  Her hair was short and red, complimenting her green eyes.

A Slave To Politics (Part 13) 

God I need this vacation.   It's been almost three years since my last, and to quote the rock band Boston, "It's been such a long time, I think I should be going', yeah!"

A Slave To Politics (part 12)

Once home, Brittany ties me to the bed and quickly rolls off to sleep. As the hours tick by, I think about the day's events and how much further into the quicksand I have sunk. Her diabolical plan has been executed without a flaw. She found my skeleton, and then used it to build more skeletons. She has trained my body to demand sex all of the time. She uses my need to distract me from the rest of her plan. I am denied satisfaction for days on end. Even when I am allowed to cum, it is most often in the most humiliating ways. Building more skeletons.

A Slave To Politics (part 10)

Over the past few weeks, the sexual games have become all the more frustrating and humiliating by the hidden, yet unrelenting control of my work life.

A Slave To Politics (part 8)

Brittany is unrelenting and tireless in her use and her control over me. She continues to challenge the outer limits of my endurance, both physically and mentally. She makes me extremely horny all of the time and then manipulates my need to make me beg for more. She now makes every decision.

A Slave To Politics Part 7

A slight, smug smile can be seen as Brittany worked her evil magic with this wicked device. She knows what a spectacle I can make of myself if I did not maintain control. I just want to rip my clothes off and fuck something, anything. The throbbing in my clit is so intense that it is now painful. I fight for my breath. My hips gyrate in slow, uncontrollable small circles. Please God, help me fight this. I can't embarrass myself in like this. My life will be ruined.

A Slave To Politics Part 6 by SpeechMasterOne

It just keeps going. My mind is unable to rest, unable to stop reacting, unable to think about much of anything but my throbbing sex.  I am so prone and vulnerable, my hope for someone or something to end this torment almost obliterated. I feel so alone.

A Slave To Politics Part 5

His penis was huge. It must have been at least nine inches long and amazingly thick. As I road this faceless stud with wild abandon, his penis seemed to touch every part of my insides. We fucked like animals, grunting and sweating, the passion escalating to a fevered pitch. The sensations were beyond description. This was not lovemaking. This was pure animal need.

Part 3

The warm breeze of the early summer morning blew across the road as Brittany again started driving. I shivered in my seat as my thoughts spun out of control. I could barely see as the tears clouded my vision. Minute upon minute passed, yet my heart kept beating as fast as it could to keep up with my sexual excitement.

Part 2