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She Was Tied To A Tree

Posted in Acceptance, anti depression medication, Arianna, bdsm, BDSM Protocols, BDSM Relationship Negotiations, BDSM Rules, BDSM Structure, BDSM TPE Relationships, Building a BDSM Relationshp, commitment, communication, compatibility, Depressed, Depression, Dominant, emotional, Emotions, fucking, Master And Slave, Master and slave relationship, Mental illness, outdoor bondage, Protocols, slave, Submission, submissive, sucking cock on April 13, 2015 by thekinkyworldofvile

My first real rush , I was in my early teens and Bev and I were in the same grade. I remember after a Baseball game I sat with her on the bus and fingered her until we reached the school. We never really talked to much even though I would hang out over at her house , in fact she was more like a tom boy with a body built for sin.
Bev had come from a State home and her now parents were friends with my parents. Man if they had only known she was fucking everybody in school. I posted before about the teen whore , but now as I look back it was just a cry for attention.

I imagine many who are Baby Girls , submissive and even Slave are in need of the same , in fact I believe many are starving for attention. When you go into a relationship with that need it is very easy to be misled, and more so being taking advantage of. Your emotions can fuck you up and fuck you up fast, they will make you blind, and it has to be a fucked up feeling.

You know it is weird but it is almost like I am emotionless , I mean not when it comes to Arianna or close friends , but the reality is I really do not give a fuck.
I take care of my own and I expect others to do the same. If you spend your time in others Drama it drains your soul , and you become part of their cancer. I have said before I am unforgiven , I am not sure where that part of me came from, its just how Ive always been. You can be standing right in front of me talking and I see nothing and hear nothing.

People spend more time trying to be politically correct instead of speaking their mind. Acting like you care because when they are not around they are now the topic of discussion.

Growing up my dad has these fucked up Truck stop books. The slut next door, The town whore, you get the picture. Well at my age and zero communication with my parents , how would I know any different? At that age it is hard to differentiate fiction and non-fiction. So my thoughts were , women were merely objects , toys that were meant to be used.

Bev and I were like fuck Buddies and nothing more, when were fucking she would just ask if I wanted to fuck her ass. So this type of non relationship just justified my reasoning. In many ways Bev was just like the girls in the books I had read.

Bondage Sluts was a good book , well at that time it was, but it gave me a different point of view now, a whole new world had just opened up. Now I had to experiment , I wanted to be the dude in the book , and who would be best to play out such a fantasy ? Yes Bev she would be my first experiment.

I never told her what was up , during the week I had gone to the feed store about bought some rope. Leaving the house My dad asked me what my plans were for the day and I just turned around and looked and walked out.

Once out in the woods I took immediate control and I told her to strip. Once nude I looked around for two trees and instructed her to come to me. I took one arm tied the rope around one wrist and then the other. I took my shirt off and put it over her head so she could not see me.

As I stood in front of her and I knelt down and I just gazed at her I got the rush , chill bumps just went across my whole body, and I was thinking man what power.

I got up and walked behind her and I slipped my belt of folded it in my hand and with out a word right across her ass , and she said nothing. Then again and again and again and not a word.
At this point and time it had nothing to do with getting pussy , or getting my cock sucked it was the control I had over her, it was a total rush I had never felt before.

I am almost positive this is where my journey began , and it would be some two years later I would be introduced to BDSM while stationed in Korea. Although I did learn a lot there were things that were not fully explained , and it would not be until years later that I would learn of my many mistakes.

It is way to easy to play on someones emotions , and that makes it easy to take advantage of someone. Then it did not bother me so much but today I like to sleep at night. It took me years to learn communication was the first key. and that Horrible word I always use ? Consistency. That word goes with communication.
I knew how to get into someones head , but staying there was always the problem, and I did not know the difference when someone was emotional and needy and not.
I like the challenge , even when someone does not show any real interest. I love knowing what makes a submissive or slave tick. I like to be able to get in and knock on some doors opening each and every one.

If you go deer hunting and every deer is tied to a tree what challenge is that? Sure your going to brag but I can assure you , you will leave the tied up part out.

So it is always not the Subs fault, although it does make it pretty easy to put them blame on her , but after several relationships failing you would think , hey something is wrong?

There was a time when I was going though a slight depression phase , so I did what most would do or at least what I thought should be done. I dropped everything , and regrouped. I stayed to myself I did not date because I knew in order to have a successful relationship I had to be in the right place. I also knew it would not be fair to bring someone into my mess.
I moved and I rented this awesome one room cabin on the river. You know everything was in one big room, the living room , kitchen and dinning room , an old log cabin it was really cool. I would sit on the porch and just vegetate , really not even thinking about anything. I guess I was like defogging my brain ,trying to figure out my next move. This lasted maybe a year.

Once I had gathered my thoughts and I was feeling good again I moved into a house and I put a plan into motion. I sit down and made a list of what I wanted in a slave and I began to search.

I really hate hearing other Dominants play on someones emotions or feelings. I wish I could be a better Dom , I am really trying to be a better Dom, I wish I was a better Daddy. All of those words are really Pathetic. These are the guys who prey on the gullible , the insecure, not knowing what they are doing , or have a low self esteem.
This is also where the dude gets played , because his whole life revolves around one thing and that is pussy , and he is deer hunting , but he is looking for the deer tied to a tree. He does not want someone who has goals , or is independent , or has a self esteem, he is looking for the weak.

Reversed the sub feeds on the weak , getting her way , taking advantage of the so called Dominant , while making him feel in charge by spreading on demand. Playing with depression is a very dangerous game.

Okay yea there is medication , you can feel better , but the medication keeps you in check. Most who suffer from serious depression have daily routines , thus having structure in their life. If you add or take away from their daily routine you throw everything off balance , and it does not matter what type of meds your on it fucks everything up. Male or female to fuck with someones emotions when they suffer from depression can be a deadly game.

It was not long ago I had Arianna bound. I love the plastic wrapping you get from uhaul. You can wrap the entire body and they cannot move or get lose. I have a black leather hood I love using. Arianna was laying on the bed all wrapped up with the hood on, and I knelt and the same rush came over me. I was just thinking man what control.
I had every hole exposed to me and I could do basically anything I wanted , but that is not what I wanted I just wanted to admire. Admire my slave, my property , and my wife.

I love the Rush

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Our School Whore

Posted in @vile62 on Twitter, anal sex, Argue, bdsm, Bondage, Dirty Paper Back Books, Face Fucking, fucking, outdoor bondage, school whore, sucking cock, whore on April 2, 2014 by thekinkyworldofvile

Martin lived next door to us, poor man worked his ass off and 6 kinds all under the age of 10, there were a set of twins and triplets with those numbers, how unlucky can a man be. So they moved and they had piled a bunch of shit on the curb. Robbie my best friend and I were going through the stuff and I came across these little paper back books, my dad had some of the same ones but these were more geared towards forced sex. Some of the covers had women tied up, so I grabbed a hand full of them and hid them in my bedroom.

One book that kinda sticks out was called. How I broke that bitch. I must of read it a 100 times. Bondage, ass fucking, face fucking, slapping, spanking. In this book there were no floggers there were belts and whips, no mention of ropes just chain, and just using her as a fuck toy.

Getting on the bus going to school one morning I was passing a girl and I just looked down at her, and it flashed in my mind. She was tied up and I was fucking her ass as hard as I could. She could not scream because she was gagged but I could hear the whimpers. I shook my head and headed to my seat.

Beverly if you wanted to just fuck that was the girl to see, she was cute not beautiful, but had a body to die for. Back then our phone system was really fucked up, we had a thing called a party line. A lot of the times you had to wait for someone to hang up before you could make a call. Or you could listen in to conversations, grins.

I had only been at this school for about 6 months I did not fit in. I remember the first day I walked into the homeroom class and I looked around I was thinking this is not good. All the guys were wearing cover hauls and cowboy boots, real short crew cut, and had cups sitting on their desk to spit in. Red Man Chewing Tobacco, how fucking gross was that. The girls all in real tight jeans and short shorts most in cowboy boots.

So I walked in, my hair is midway down to my back, platinum blonde, I was wearing a jean suite, it was white, and I was wearing a red silk shirt with french cuffs, and yes platform shoes. How much worse can this day fucking get.

I started working at 14 and everything I made I spent on clothes, I wanted to look good. If you look good you feel good.  Even back then an outfit was like 90 dollars, and 35 or 40 for shoes. Tennis shoes I wore pro keds that was the in thing then, but all my pants were bell bottoms. It was not a good start to the school year but it got better. It took me some six months before any of the guys would talk to me, except for robbie he was like a geek

One day during break the guys were playing baseball and one of the guys throw a ball at me and I picked it up and threw it back, he said I threw like a girl, and he threw it back at me. This time I thought about it and I wound up and I threw it side arm, and you could hear the leather SMACK. Jimmy took off his catchers mit and shook his hand, and just looked at me.

So I was asked to join the local baseball team. The coach came over to our house and had talked to my parents about me cutting my hair. No fucking way dude.  So when we played I had to tuck in in my shirt. They had me as a starting pitcher, but after the first game I was pulled in the 4th inning, because my arm was so swolling. At the age of 15 I was throwing 78 miles per hour. After that I would just come out in the 6th or 7th inning . I had never played before, and people loved to watch me pitch because of the side arm but when I released the ball is was like my whole body came up off of the pitchers mound. I was loved.

So talking on the phone with Beverly, I talked her into coming over to my house, one Saturday morning , as we were sitting in my bedroom talking I could tell she was flirting with me a little and I saw this wet spot in her jean shorts which covered up nothing.

I said lets take a walk, we walked out to the barn and I grabbed some rope, and we headed out towards the woods. She said what are you going to do with the rope, and I said I am going to tie you up.  All I could think about was that fucking book. How I broke That Bitch.

Once out where I wanted to be, I told her to strip , I then told her to sit up against the tree and put her hands above her head. I tied her wrist, threw the rope over a tree branch. Then I tied a rope around her waist to the tree. I unzipped my pants walked up and put my cock in her mouth, and started fucking her mouth. I could feel that I was about to cum so I stopped, I reached down untied her waist told her to stand and bend over. I slid my cock into her wet pussy she was soaked and I just started pounding her. What I did not know until it was to late. I had pulled out so far and when I shoved it back in it went right in her ass, then she started screaming, and I blew my load. I untied her hands and she just turned around and hugged me, the hug was tight. I did not get it, I was like okay lets go but she would not let go of me. We must of stood there a good half hour. From that time on she was like butter in my hands. I remember at the movies one night she was with her boyfriend and I walked up tapped her on her shoulder and she got up and followed me. We walked in the mens bathroom walked in a stall and unzipped my pants and she dropped to her knees, I came and she went back to her seat. She had become a regular fuck.

After that time in the woods something just clicked, my whole outlook on life changed. My attitude changed. I became more observant when out. I would see couples and I would think I am not going to be like that. My parents always use to argue. I had made up my mind I would never live the way they did always fighting and yelling at each other.

Thank you Martin for leaving those books out. My dad had the same ones but they were more like baby sitter stories, nothing like How I broke That Bitch.

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So I’ve been seeing a married woman, Our Outdoor Bondage

Posted in ass play, bdsm, Bondage, butt plug, clit, control, Dildo, Floggers, Humiliation, married, Mind Fuck, outdoor bondage, pussy, sadist, Spanking, submissive on June 7, 2012 by thekinkyworldofvile

Our relationship is really awesome ,  she comes over on Friday and leave early Sunday morning so she can make church, yea I said church. A Jehovah Witness at that. Married 23 years 2 kids, and now the guilt is setting in. One thing I never thought I would feel is Guilt.

Even though she recently moved out, her husband is going nuts, crazy, pretty upsetting to see a grown man cry, like a little bitch. I shouldn’t feel bad because he is a piece of crap, still I feel bad for the separation of the family.

Back in the day I use to see a lot of married woman, but it was not based on sex, more on BDSM, bondage, spanking, and humiliation. These were woman who were not able to communicate there needs to there husbands, they were happy, with everything else just the D’s was missing…

Saturday morning 5.30 am I had been up for about an hr, I walked in the bedroom, get your ass up now, pulling her by the hair, get your ass in the shower. You have 10 minutes and 8 are gone.

She walked in the bedroom, I said get dressed skirt tank top no bra tennis shoes. I put a blindfold on her, then I used body tape to hold it in place, I said lets go. She said Sir I have not eaten yet, I replied shut the fuck up lets go, I started walking out I kelp talking to her she was bumping into everything. Once outside I said get in the truck , only took her about 5 minutes to find it.

Once on the road she was asking where are we going, I said nothing, she said talk to me. We drove for about a half hour.  I drove down a dirt road for about 15 minutes. Once I stopped I said get out.

I picked up the back pack and said put this on, she asked me why, I replied again shut the fuck up. After what seemed forever the pack was on. I said follow me, I was talking so she could hear my voice. She fell a couple of times and asked for my help, I continued talking. Come on woman.

We had walked for about 5 minutes I said stop. I looked around and said this is perfect. Drop the back pack, Again she said Sir what are we doing. Cant this bitch shut up, I took the back pack, and pulled out a ball gag. I put it on her and I said strip now leave your shoes on.

Once she was nude, I began to unpack, I said spread your legs wide hands on your head, I tied one rope to her left ankle, the to a tree, I then tied her right ankle then to another tree pulling it tight. I then took her right hand and tied a rope to it, then to the tree, the same with the left pulling it tight.

I reached in the backpack and pulled out another rope, I tied around her right breast, then to a tree, the same with the left and pulled it tight. So far I have not said a word to her. I sat down reached in the pack and pulled out the portable grill, set it up, then I put two burgers on. opened a mt dew, and just sat there looking at her.

While the burgers were cooking I reached in the pack and pulled out a butt plug and lube, I got up and lubed the plug walked behind her and slowly pushed it all the way in. Now she is trying to get loose she hates ass play, with a passion., I had to flip the burgers, I got duct tape out and put a few strips across her ass to hold the plug in.

Okay the burgers are done, so I fix them up and I sit there and eat, everything taste so much better outside.

After I finish eating, I get the dildo out that vibrates I walk up and push it deep inside her pussy, holding it in place I grab the butterfly vibrator and put it in place, run the straps around her waist so now it holds both in place.

I then pulled out my flogger its huge weighs about 6 pounds. it has a swivel on it. I begin using it on her tits they are now a pretty purple, she is still trying to get loose, but with the knots the harder she pulls the tighter they get. and I slowly walk around her using the flogger, now on her back and her ass, a good ten minutes goes by, and her head just drops, Okay she has had enough, I walk around and I see tears.

I untied her arms, and just held her, telling her what a good girl she was, she had not been through this much it was all new to her, I held her for a good 5 minutes or so, I asked her if she was okay, she said yes, I said good , I am going to sit down and you can finish getting loose, and get dressed again.

I sat down finishing my mt dew, the first thing she pulled out was the butt plug, then the butterfly, and the dildo., then her feet. Then her blindfold, and she looked around, and said you really ate? Yup……

Pack everything up and ill meet you back at the truck.. After about 10 minutes she made it back to the truck, she put the pack in the bed and got in.

The ride home was very quite, not a word. Back at the house we went in, I sat down she said she had to get home, sure text me or call when you get home.

Later that night she did text, she said she was going to try to fix things with her hubby, she wanted to keep her family together, and do right.

I said okay sounds like a plan. The bottom line here is no more guilt…. Yes no more guilt.

Do you not love it when a plan comes together…The story you just read is very true by the way…

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