i like denise she rymthes with nise and
fills my mile with a quarter file ' and
makes me feel like a wolf howling on a
magestic, slight cloud, country side =-
I know this girl named Denise She makes me
weak at the knees She drives a lavender Lexus
She lives in Queens but her dad lives in Texas
[sha la la la la la la] When she holds me [sha la
la la la la la] I can't help myself [sha la la la la
la la] Won't you tell me Do you love me
Denise? Whoa-oh Do you love me Denise? Oh
baby tell me please [do ya do ya ah-oh do ya
do ya] I heard she used to be married She
listens to Puff Daddy She works at Liberty
Travel She got a heart made of gravel [sha la
la la la la la] She controls me [sha la la la la la
la] She can't help herself [sha la la la la la la]
Won't you tell me Do you love me Denise?
Whoa-oh Do you love me Denise? Oh baby tell
me please [do ya do ya ah-oh do ya do ya]
Mistress Denise came out in her full dominant
splendor, dressed
in a leather corset, making her small but
shapely tits hang over
the top, and thigh boots covering her slender
legs. Hand cuffs
hung from one side of her belt and a whip
from the other. With a
leash that she had in her hand, she attached it
to Peggy's collar
and pulled her out of the trunk. I introduced
Peggy to her new
Mistress and she immediately fell to her
knees. Denise
instructed her to kiss each toe on both feet,
and she did so
without hesitation. "She's well trained. I think
I'll enjoy her
this weekend" said Denise. I followed
Denise into the house
and I saw Lisa and Leslie on their knees in the
living room.
Both were nude, except for collars, cuffs
binding their wrists
behind their back and ball gags keeping them
quiet.
As Denise lead Peggy down into the dungeon I
walked over to my
slaves for the weekend. I reached down to
slave Leslie's nipple
and squeezed it firmly between my finger and
thumb. She didn't
move or show any discomfort. I did the same
to slave Lisa. Her
younger stature and her inexperience showed
as I squeezed harder
and harder yielding a moan, then a squeal. I
attached leashes to
their collars and I decided to take them to the
dungeon too.
I descended first. I saw Denise attaching
Peggy to a big wheel.
She was attached spread-eagled with her arms
and legs stretched
tight. The pain of this postion was all over her
face.
Denise continued and placed ten clothes pins
on each of Peggys
tits, biting visciously. The pins on her nipples
had little
nails embedded in them so that the points of
the nails pierced
her flesh. Once she was done, Denise flipped
a switch and the
wheel began to spin to the right. Slave Peggy
could do nothing
except spin. As her body turned Denise used
the whip to knock
off the clothespins. One by one they fell off.
Not every stroke
of the whip hit a pin. Sometines they missed
entirely, only
making Peggy's agony last longer.
As Denise enjoyed Peggy I decided to take
slave Lisa and hang her
by her ankles from the ceiling. Her arms were
weighted to the
floor so she was stretched a bit. Her legs were
spread wide so
her young cunt was ripe and available for
some fun. I looked
around the room and I spotted some extra
spiked clothes pins on a
table. I put one on each of Lisa's nipples then
attached a 3
ounce weight to each. Her agony was
exquisite. She squealed as
I put them on and as I made the weights
swing. Leslie watched,
but she had no comment or concern for Lisa,
her sister. Leslie
was thinking of what her torture would be.
For Leslie I decided
that tit torture would be the venue. I tied her
to a slant
board with her arms under the board and her
feet spread wide.
The board was slanted at about a 30 degree
incline with her head
on the high end. Her tits were then roped
with a thin piece of
laundry line. Six coils around each tit made
her tits really
stand out. Their color turned somewhat
reddish purple as I made
it tight. Her nipples stood out like little
bullets ready to
pop. Leslie's pain was evident but not intense
yet. That was to
come. I picked up a cat-O-nine and began to
whip her lovely
tits. I striped them but good before I stopped.
Every stroke
brought a scream from the bound slave. As I
tortured Leslie,
Lisa twitched and made her weights sway
herself. She did it both
by reflex and on purpose. She was in agony
as they swung, but
she craved it. Even at her young age she knew
what her body
craved. Mistress Denise didn't even once look
over to see what I
was doing to her daughters. It was
unimportant to her. She was
intent on breaking slave Peggy, and taking her
to a new plane in
her ability to withstand pain. All of the
clothes pins were
knocked off by now and Peggy had slipped
into unconsiousness.
Her body had betrayed her and made her
sleep through the best
part of the torture, the last two nail clips on
her nipples.
Mistress Denise was like a surgeon, whipping
them off one at a
time. But she didn't just whip off a clip, she
whipped off
exactly the clip she aimed for. After all the
clips were off,
Denise stopped the wheel and took her down
from it. Peggy was
now finding herself being put on the rack.
The rack was just
like the ones from the old movies of torture
chambers. It was
frightful, but Peggy had no choice. Her arms
were attached,
still very sore from the wheel. Her ankles then
found their
restraints too. Then the crank turned. Click,
Click, Click.
Each click produced new levels of pain. Click,
Click and the
pain made her almost mad with agony. Slave
Peggy could no longer
make out who was doing what. All she knew
was the pain. Denise
then produced a whip and proceded to whip
Peggy's entire body,
including her face. Peggy hardly noticed the
whip, except when
it found her pussy. The torture lasted for
about an hour, but
seemed to Peggy to last for days. Once she
passed out from this
torture, Denise put her into a cage and went
up to get a drink.
All the while I was continueing to torture Lisa
and Leslie. I
whipped both of them with a cat and then
picked up a bull whip.
I looked at Lisa dangling there. I found that
the bull whip
wound itself around her body so nicely and
made such a nice sound
when its tip found her flesh that I gave her
about fifteen
strokes with it. Of course it made her contort
herself, which in
turn, made the weights attached to her nipples
swing wildly.
This made her nipples hurt alot and added to
making her swing her
body. I did this for three hours and then I
reversed Lisa and
Leslie and started over. This lasted the rest of
the night and
then I went upstairs to see Denise. Denise
and I then ended up
in bed together, Master and Mistress in a
house full of slaves.
I first "met" Denise through a chat
room, which then led to private AIM chats,
which then led to some hot and heavy phone
sex courtesy of my good friend
AT&T. Of course we had run the routine of
swappin pics and all that... and
what I saw on the Kodak was quite
nice. And once I had her on the phone, it
didn't take long for The Sick One to
get her to open up and start with the sexual
verbage.
The first conversations were the bullshit...
wassup, how are you, tell me about your blah
blah blah crap. Like I give a fuck.
All I'm doing is playin the game that all playas
gotta play. Around the third and fourth phone
calls was when we started gettin
deep. We talked about what we would do to
each other if we ever met, how I
like to fuck, how she liked to give
head, craziest shit we've ever done... y'know...
the good stuff. Just from the
conversations I could tell that this bitch
would be buck wild. Craziest story she ever
told me? How she did the double
penetration with two guys at a party. That's
what I'm fuckin talkin about.
Now I guess she got mucho turned on-o with
all this stuff cause right about then
is when she pulled out the meat.
That's right... the vibrating penis. As I would
perform my oral surgery over the
phone, she would slip the purple monster
into her clam and beat away. Bitch would be
moaning and panting like crazy as
she busted the self-pleasure. My favorite part
though, was the slobbering noises
she'd make sucking on it after poppin
that P. Just the thought of her slurpin her own
juices was too much... I had to
knock up this chick with the quickness.
Fast-forward two weeks and my ass is getting
off a plane in Des Moines, Iowa.
Now there wasn't shit to see on the way out
here, and that's one motherfuckin long ass
flight. My shit was bored, tired, and
ready to hit some skins. Denise met me at the
gate and it wasn't hard finding each other.
How many fucking Asians are there
in Iowa anyways? Likewise, there ain't too
many Asians headed out to corn
country either.
My first impression... eh. She wasn't all
that and her pic was definitely mo better than
her person. But after droppin five
Benjamins and being up in the air for six
hours, I wasn't about to be picky.
She had on one of them one-piece summer
dresses that showed quite a bit of cleavage. At
least Chunky had that going for
her. I would rate her somewhere around a 4 to
5... nothing spectacular but ain't
the worst I've ever seen.
Anyways, we hopped in the white Civic and
headed towards my hotel. Radio
sucks... chick is kinda heavy...
hungry... tired... not good ingredients for a
fuck vacation. Plus the city is wack.
I apologize to any readers that actually
live in Des Moines, but now I know why you
guys fuck cows. Luckily the night
would start to shift towards advantage me...
We stopped to drop my shit off in the room
and then went out to eat.
Applebees or Chilis or one of them kinda
places. Over dinner we talked more and tried
to figure out what the hell we were
gonna do. Dead end led to dead end until we
just said fuck it. Let's pick up some
booze, head back to the room, and
watch TV (i.e. hit skins).
So we picked up a six-pack of MGD (long neck
... very important detail here),
headed back to the room, and the
TV didn't even get any play. As soon as we
entered Chateau T.S.O. she was
down on her knees introducing her mouth to
my nutsack. Like I expected, Denise
was very skilled in her sexual gymnastics.
We fucked all over the room and probably
scared the shit out of whoever was
in the room next to us. And when I came, she
acted like my spooge was Lucky
Charms... magically delicious.
With round one over... we kicked it on the
bed drinkin beers and chillin. I was relaxed as
a motherfucker and she worked me
like a government mule. But as I consumed my
tasty beverage, an interesting thought entered
my mind. Denise liked stickin in a
vibrator... why not a long neck MGD? Hey,
why not right? They both got the same shape
and I'm the kinda motherfucker
that would try it. Now let's see if she'd do it...
Time for round two. After a brief delay, I had
her on her back and I was eatin her out. Now a
lot of guys won't go down on the
pretty brown round after cummin in it, but I
ain't got no such reservations. Just
adds spice to the package, I always
say.
So I'm bobbin and weavin my way between the
legs, using tongue, fingers, and any other
pointy extremity I have attached to
my body, when I slowly made for the MGD.
After double fingering her for a bit,
I deftly inserted said bottle into her
kooch and started sliding away. Now mere
words cannot describe the fuckin
reaction Denise had to this shit. All I can
say is... wow. She was going fucking nuts! I
dunno if a beer bottle feels better
than my schlong, but from her reaction I
would say yes. She was gyrating all
over the place and moaning louder
than a black man on a slave ship. Yes my
friends... I hit gold... and it was
beautiful.
Well, the bottle shit only lasted for like five
minutes. How long can you MGD fuck
someone anyways? Afterwards I got
my nut on and life was good. Denise was a
straight freak, and though the
entire trip cost me about a G, the experience
was well worth it.
Who would've known that Iowa would be such
a fun place to visit?
Denise, yes, this daughter high-a
Rasta. I-fficialy a joke me no make.
I-man I-Sights she's a flower of
Babylon. Babylon, Yes-I step down now.
Haille Sellase.
fills my mile with a quarter file ' and
makes me feel like a wolf howling on a
magestic, slight cloud, country side =-
weak at the knees She drives a lavender Lexus
She lives in Queens but her dad lives in Texas
[sha la la la la la la] When she holds me [sha la
la la la la la] I can't help myself [sha la la la la
la la] Won't you tell me Do you love me
Denise? Whoa-oh Do you love me Denise? Oh
baby tell me please [do ya do ya ah-oh do ya
do ya] I heard she used to be married She
listens to Puff Daddy She works at Liberty
Travel She got a heart made of gravel [sha la
la la la la la] She controls me [sha la la la la la
la] She can't help herself [sha la la la la la la]
Won't you tell me Do you love me Denise?
Whoa-oh Do you love me Denise? Oh baby tell
me please [do ya do ya ah-oh do ya do ya]
splendor, dressed
in a leather corset, making her small but
shapely tits hang over
the top, and thigh boots covering her slender
legs. Hand cuffs
hung from one side of her belt and a whip
from the other. With a
leash that she had in her hand, she attached it
to Peggy's collar
and pulled her out of the trunk. I introduced
Peggy to her new
Mistress and she immediately fell to her
knees. Denise
instructed her to kiss each toe on both feet,
and she did so
without hesitation. "She's well trained. I think
I'll enjoy her
this weekend" said Denise. I followed
Denise into the house
and I saw Lisa and Leslie on their knees in the
living room.
Both were nude, except for collars, cuffs
binding their wrists
behind their back and ball gags keeping them
quiet.
As Denise lead Peggy down into the dungeon I
walked over to my
slaves for the weekend. I reached down to
slave Leslie's nipple
and squeezed it firmly between my finger and
thumb. She didn't
move or show any discomfort. I did the same
to slave Lisa. Her
younger stature and her inexperience showed
as I squeezed harder
and harder yielding a moan, then a squeal. I
attached leashes to
their collars and I decided to take them to the
dungeon too.
I descended first. I saw Denise attaching
Peggy to a big wheel.
She was attached spread-eagled with her arms
and legs stretched
tight. The pain of this postion was all over her
face.
Denise continued and placed ten clothes pins
on each of Peggys
tits, biting visciously. The pins on her nipples
had little
nails embedded in them so that the points of
the nails pierced
her flesh. Once she was done, Denise flipped
a switch and the
wheel began to spin to the right. Slave Peggy
could do nothing
except spin. As her body turned Denise used
the whip to knock
off the clothespins. One by one they fell off.
Not every stroke
of the whip hit a pin. Sometines they missed
entirely, only
making Peggy's agony last longer.
As Denise enjoyed Peggy I decided to take
slave Lisa and hang her
by her ankles from the ceiling. Her arms were
weighted to the
floor so she was stretched a bit. Her legs were
spread wide so
her young cunt was ripe and available for
some fun. I looked
around the room and I spotted some extra
spiked clothes pins on a
table. I put one on each of Lisa's nipples then
attached a 3
ounce weight to each. Her agony was
exquisite. She squealed as
I put them on and as I made the weights
swing. Leslie watched,
but she had no comment or concern for Lisa,
her sister. Leslie
was thinking of what her torture would be.
For Leslie I decided
that tit torture would be the venue. I tied her
to a slant
board with her arms under the board and her
feet spread wide.
The board was slanted at about a 30 degree
incline with her head
on the high end. Her tits were then roped
with a thin piece of
laundry line. Six coils around each tit made
her tits really
stand out. Their color turned somewhat
reddish purple as I made
it tight. Her nipples stood out like little
bullets ready to
pop. Leslie's pain was evident but not intense
yet. That was to
come. I picked up a cat-O-nine and began to
whip her lovely
tits. I striped them but good before I stopped.
Every stroke
brought a scream from the bound slave. As I
tortured Leslie,
Lisa twitched and made her weights sway
herself. She did it both
by reflex and on purpose. She was in agony
as they swung, but
she craved it. Even at her young age she knew
what her body
craved. Mistress Denise didn't even once look
over to see what I
was doing to her daughters. It was
unimportant to her. She was
intent on breaking slave Peggy, and taking her
to a new plane in
her ability to withstand pain. All of the
clothes pins were
knocked off by now and Peggy had slipped
into unconsiousness.
Her body had betrayed her and made her
sleep through the best
part of the torture, the last two nail clips on
her nipples.
Mistress Denise was like a surgeon, whipping
them off one at a
time. But she didn't just whip off a clip, she
whipped off
exactly the clip she aimed for. After all the
clips were off,
Denise stopped the wheel and took her down
from it. Peggy was
now finding herself being put on the rack.
The rack was just
like the ones from the old movies of torture
chambers. It was
frightful, but Peggy had no choice. Her arms
were attached,
still very sore from the wheel. Her ankles then
found their
restraints too. Then the crank turned. Click,
Click, Click.
Each click produced new levels of pain. Click,
Click and the
pain made her almost mad with agony. Slave
Peggy could no longer
make out who was doing what. All she knew
was the pain. Denise
then produced a whip and proceded to whip
Peggy's entire body,
including her face. Peggy hardly noticed the
whip, except when
it found her pussy. The torture lasted for
about an hour, but
seemed to Peggy to last for days. Once she
passed out from this
torture, Denise put her into a cage and went
up to get a drink.
All the while I was continueing to torture Lisa
and Leslie. I
whipped both of them with a cat and then
picked up a bull whip.
I looked at Lisa dangling there. I found that
the bull whip
wound itself around her body so nicely and
made such a nice sound
when its tip found her flesh that I gave her
about fifteen
strokes with it. Of course it made her contort
herself, which in
turn, made the weights attached to her nipples
swing wildly.
This made her nipples hurt alot and added to
making her swing her
body. I did this for three hours and then I
reversed Lisa and
Leslie and started over. This lasted the rest of
the night and
then I went upstairs to see Denise. Denise
and I then ended up
in bed together, Master and Mistress in a
house full of slaves.
room, which then led to private AIM chats,
which then led to some hot and heavy phone
sex courtesy of my good friend
AT&T. Of course we had run the routine of
swappin pics and all that... and
what I saw on the Kodak was quite
nice. And once I had her on the phone, it
didn't take long for The Sick One to
get her to open up and start with the sexual
verbage.
The first conversations were the bullshit...
wassup, how are you, tell me about your blah
blah blah crap. Like I give a fuck.
All I'm doing is playin the game that all playas
gotta play. Around the third and fourth phone
calls was when we started gettin
deep. We talked about what we would do to
each other if we ever met, how I
like to fuck, how she liked to give
head, craziest shit we've ever done... y'know...
the good stuff. Just from the
conversations I could tell that this bitch
would be buck wild. Craziest story she ever
told me? How she did the double
penetration with two guys at a party. That's
what I'm fuckin talkin about.
Now I guess she got mucho turned on-o with
all this stuff cause right about then
is when she pulled out the meat.
That's right... the vibrating penis. As I would
perform my oral surgery over the
phone, she would slip the purple monster
into her clam and beat away. Bitch would be
moaning and panting like crazy as
she busted the self-pleasure. My favorite part
though, was the slobbering noises
she'd make sucking on it after poppin
that P. Just the thought of her slurpin her own
juices was too much... I had to
knock up this chick with the quickness.
Fast-forward two weeks and my ass is getting
off a plane in Des Moines, Iowa.
Now there wasn't shit to see on the way out
here, and that's one motherfuckin long ass
flight. My shit was bored, tired, and
ready to hit some skins. Denise met me at the
gate and it wasn't hard finding each other.
How many fucking Asians are there
in Iowa anyways? Likewise, there ain't too
many Asians headed out to corn
country either.
My first impression... eh. She wasn't all
that and her pic was definitely mo better than
her person. But after droppin five
Benjamins and being up in the air for six
hours, I wasn't about to be picky.
She had on one of them one-piece summer
dresses that showed quite a bit of cleavage. At
least Chunky had that going for
her. I would rate her somewhere around a 4 to
5... nothing spectacular but ain't
the worst I've ever seen.
Anyways, we hopped in the white Civic and
headed towards my hotel. Radio
sucks... chick is kinda heavy...
hungry... tired... not good ingredients for a
fuck vacation. Plus the city is wack.
I apologize to any readers that actually
live in Des Moines, but now I know why you
guys fuck cows. Luckily the night
would start to shift towards advantage me...
We stopped to drop my shit off in the room
and then went out to eat.
Applebees or Chilis or one of them kinda
places. Over dinner we talked more and tried
to figure out what the hell we were
gonna do. Dead end led to dead end until we
just said fuck it. Let's pick up some
booze, head back to the room, and
watch TV (i.e. hit skins).
So we picked up a six-pack of MGD (long neck
... very important detail here),
headed back to the room, and the
TV didn't even get any play. As soon as we
entered Chateau T.S.O. she was
down on her knees introducing her mouth to
my nutsack. Like I expected, Denise
was very skilled in her sexual gymnastics.
We fucked all over the room and probably
scared the shit out of whoever was
in the room next to us. And when I came, she
acted like my spooge was Lucky
Charms... magically delicious.
With round one over... we kicked it on the
bed drinkin beers and chillin. I was relaxed as
a motherfucker and she worked me
like a government mule. But as I consumed my
tasty beverage, an interesting thought entered
my mind. Denise liked stickin in a
vibrator... why not a long neck MGD? Hey,
why not right? They both got the same shape
and I'm the kinda motherfucker
that would try it. Now let's see if she'd do it...
Time for round two. After a brief delay, I had
her on her back and I was eatin her out. Now a
lot of guys won't go down on the
pretty brown round after cummin in it, but I
ain't got no such reservations. Just
adds spice to the package, I always
say.
So I'm bobbin and weavin my way between the
legs, using tongue, fingers, and any other
pointy extremity I have attached to
my body, when I slowly made for the MGD.
After double fingering her for a bit,
I deftly inserted said bottle into her
kooch and started sliding away. Now mere
words cannot describe the fuckin
reaction Denise had to this shit. All I can
say is... wow. She was going fucking nuts! I
dunno if a beer bottle feels better
than my schlong, but from her reaction I
would say yes. She was gyrating all
over the place and moaning louder
than a black man on a slave ship. Yes my
friends... I hit gold... and it was
beautiful.
Well, the bottle shit only lasted for like five
minutes. How long can you MGD fuck
someone anyways? Afterwards I got
my nut on and life was good. Denise was a
straight freak, and though the
entire trip cost me about a G, the experience
was well worth it.
Who would've known that Iowa would be such
a fun place to visit?
Rasta. I-fficialy a joke me no make.
I-man I-Sights she's a flower of
Babylon. Babylon, Yes-I step down now.
Haille Sellase.