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Aircraft Museum Part 1

May 3, 2020 By Butch T. Unicorn 2 Comments

It’s a bright sunny day, air is warm with a light cool breeze. Daddy and I are walking hand-in-hand through the outdoor air museum. We are talking about pleasant things, laughing and thoroughly enjoying each other’s company. We share kisses, whispers of sweet nothings. As we walk by each aircraft we discuss the history and he watches me gaze at each one in wonderment.

Daddy pushes me against the side of a rotorcraft. He grabs my throat with his hand and kisses me passionately biting my bottom lip, drawing blood. I feel him pressed against me getting harder. I giggle as he releases me and almost skip to the next aircraft.

I pull him into an old DC-7B that was on display. I don’t think it was meant to be open, but we made our way inside.
He sat in one of the larger chairs that reminds us so fondly of the grander days of air travel, pre deregulation.
I kneel before him and wrap my arms around him and lay my head in his lap. “Thank you Sir.” I say. He responds, “you’ve been a good girl.” I look up and meet his eyes his mine. I smile, he pets me gently.

I relax back and lay my head in his lap for mother moment longer. Something stirs within me. I begin to unzip his pants. I pull his cock out, noticing its lack of flaccidity. It’s always a pleasure to please him. So I take his cock into my mouth and begin to taste him gently. “Mmmm delicious Daddy” I mumble. I begin to lick the sensitive areas on the head and begging to pump up and down. I want to milk him. I feel the veins in his cock while sucking and licking. He is becoming so hard and I am becoming so wet. He grabs the back of my head and hair, controlling my strokes, he’s getting close. He tenses and holds me to the base of his cock. He cums and is moaning in pleasure. “Remember, don’t lose a single drop!” I choke and feel his hot seed running down my throat and swallow. “That’s my good girl, mmm, yes, my good girl.”

I finish licking and polishing his cock with my tongue and make sure to swallow every last drop. My Daddy is pleased. He sits back in the chair now, even more relaxed in the airplane seat. I go back to resting my head in his lap while he caresses my face and hair.

“I have a surprise for you little one.” He says. “Oh really? I hope it’s a good one!” I smirk. “Yes baby doll, it’s a very good one.” He says while pulling something from his pocket. “Turn around and keep kneeling.” I respond “yes sir.”
He brings a submissive collar in front of while he remains behind me. It’s silver necklace style day collar with a heart and infinity symbol pendant intertwined. “I care for you dearly; your service to me has been incredible.” I pull my hair up allowing him to clasp it to my neck. “It’s so beautiful Sir! I love it! Thank you, Sir” I instinctively jump up, turn around and hug him, attempting a kiss. He pulls back and says “why did you get up? I did not instruct you to move” I blush and look down realizing my mistake. He laughs and grabs my hair, pulling me towards him kissing me passionately. I relax into his arms enjoying the moment.

 

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The Abuction Part Be A Good Girl

March 1, 2020 By Butch T. Unicorn 2 Comments

** Warning – This piece contains triggers of rape, violence and kidnapping so read at your own risk

I awoke in a bed, naked, collared, and bound. The collar had a chain attached to it, then it was attached to a heavy-duty snap ring on the headboard. My hands were cuffed and so were my feet. I hear a voice say “Good morning, glad you got some rest. You’re going to need it.”

Omg what happened. I don’t remember. I remember going out with my friends, going home at a decent hour. But nothing after that. Omg, that means he was in my home!
“Don’t be afraid girl, in time you will adjust, learn to please me and serve me well.”
I started to cry. He came over, sat on the bed next to and wiped away my tears with his fingers, gave me a kiss on the forehead and said, “you’ll either learn not to cry at all or you’ll cry begging for my cock. I enjoy your tears. They make me hard.”

My eyes widened with horror. He began to touch my body. I squirmed and whimpered.
He grabbed me by the throat “Don’t move, be a good girl. This is my body now; I may do as I please with it. Don’t resist and fucking stay still. You want please me, don’t you? You want to be a good girl, don’t you?”

“Please, no. Please let me go. No, no, no. Please stop!” I cried. He placed a ball gag in my mouth and buckled it tight behind me.
I couldn’t plead, beg, cry or scream now. I wish I had, maybe someone would have heard me. I just didn’t want to make my situation any worse.

“Shhh. It’s ok, you’re just here to please me. Only me. It will be ok, you’ll learn to beg to please me, beg for my touch, beg for my cum.” He said with a grin. He began to fondle my breasts. He grabbed at me and pulled at me. I felt so violated. Ouch! He was pinching my nipples. How am I going to escape? I thought. There must be a way. There just must be!

I struggled in cuffs and collar. Then I felt the sting across my face. He slapped me. “Now, now, I don’t want you hurting your wrists or ankles, if you are going to be difficult. You’ll wear these.” He places a pair of thick leather cuffs on my wrist and ankles. Then he undid the handcuffs on them. He then placed my wrists in another snap ring above my head. He examined me with his eyes thoroughly. I felt like a piece of meat.

He caresses my thighs, my breasts fondled my hair, and then he touched my labia. I squirmed, moved as much as I could in my restraints. He slapped me again. I cried and breathed heavily through the gag.

He stopped touching me down there and I slowly calmed down. He started caressing my hair and my now burning cheek. “There, there, my little pet.”
“You’ll need a new name. Your old one just won’t do. What should I call you?”
“Hmmm. I haven’t decided yet. I name you later. For now, your name is slave. What is your name?” He undid my ball gag.

I responded defiantly. “I’m not changing my name; I’m not letting you call me a slave. Fuck you.” I spit into his face. Yes, that was a mistake. A very big one.

He said one word, ok, before he flipped me over and raped me. I cried. I screamed and yelled. I was defiled. I was used. I was owned.

After he came on my face, he slapped me. He asked again. “What is your name, little one?”
Through the tears I muttered “Slave.”
“What is my name, Slave?” I looked at him with confusion. “Come now,” He said. “If you are my slave, that makes me your Master. You WILL address me as such. Now, let’s try this again.” He said with another one of those vile grins. “What is my name?”
I looked away. Then turned back to face him and looked him in the eye. I grimaced. “Master. I am to call you Master.”
“Good girl. You have potential after all”

Bath Time

I looked away. He said it was time for a bath and to show me around his property. He undid the collar and lead from the headboard along with my feet so I may walk. He guided me to the bathroom. The bedroom and bathroom were modern, well-kept and overall had a neat appearance.

He clasped the chain from my lead onto a slave ring he had in the bathtub. This left me unable to bend down to clean myself. He was very methodical. My brand of shampoo, conditioner, body wash, loofah… Everything I would have had in my bathroom was present! I was shocked. How long has he been following me, watching and researching me? I thought to myself.

The water felt good on my now aching body. I figured I would wash everything I could since I couldn’t bend down. Then to my amazement, he got in with me! I froze in fear.
“How do you expect to wash yourself when you can’t reach my dear. I enjoy caring for my property.” He reassured.

I jumped at his slightest touch, as he lathered and rinsed my hair with shampoo, then conditioner. Then he took my body wash and loofah and delicately washed my entire body. I could feel him against me, caressing me, caring for me ever so delicately. Was this the same man who raped me just a few minutes before? I thought. I was left in amazement.

He took the same care with me while towel drying me. He put a robe on me so I wouldn’t be cold. I sat there numbly. He combed my hair and kissed the top of my head. “Isn’t that better,” He said. l looked up at him becoming angry again. He could see it on my face. He grabbed my lead, wrapped it around his hand so it would draw me up to him. I stood looking at him in the eyes as he gazed back, ready to react. Then, he kissed me. Lightly, gently, he kissed my lips, parting them slightly. “Are you ready for breakfast?” He said. I nodded. The anger washed from my face. I was sore, famished and bewildered.

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Subculture Allure; Chapter 7 The Spoils to the Hunter and to the Prey; Ravishment

February 2, 2020 By Butch T. Unicorn 2 Comments


“I have been waiting to make you mine all night. Watching your pretty lips wrapped around my cock earlier was electrifying. Take off your gear, I have run a bath for you.” My capturer stated.

“Yes, Master.” I solemnly replied and did as was instructed. I took off my socks and shoes, protective gear we were made to wear on the hunt and followed him to his private bathroom. The light was dim and sweet-smelling relaxing candles burned. I saw a bath perfectly drawn, bubbles and all. He pointed to the tub. I glanced and smiled at him, got in and sat in the bath. 

The water was warm and soothing. It was also quite relaxing after such an interesting day’s events. He grabbed a soft puffy luffa and let it saturate in my bath water where he grazed my arm with his. Our eyes met and I gave him a shy mile. He began at my shoulders, then lightly caressing my neck, then working his way down my back. 

I began to relax even more.

My Master felt my tensions ease. Then he grabbed a fist full of my hair forcing my head up to look at him. He smiled and kissed me. It was a deep and passionate kiss. He held me there for quite some time kissing my neck while rubbing my back, arms and chest with the luffa. I relaxed into him and let his luffa travel all over my body while he still maintained a firm grip of my hair, effectively holding me in place, which was to his will.

He released my hair.

Then began kissing me softly and sweetly. The luffa still making its rounds throughout my body. He spent time around my thighs, my navel, and even gracefully around each finger and toe. He knows how to bath a woman very seductively. 

He was still in his hunting shit and pants, though barefoot. 

“Stand.” He commanded. I did so without reservation. He pulled the sprayer from the facet and turned it on. He then rinsed my body and sweetly kissed and tongued my breasts. He finished rinsing my body and took care to ensure that my pussy was well rinsed. It was already lubricated. 

“Step out.” He guided me out of the tub and wrapped me in a soft plush robe. He made sure to tie the front. 

“Undress me.” He ordered. I did so, taking care to promptly remove each button from his shirt with quickness and ease. I removed the shirt from his body and noticed how well toned his arms were. I removed his undershirt. He had a nice amount of chest hair. I wanted to run my fingers over his chest. I folded each garment and set them on the vanity. Now, all I had left were his pants and boxers. I kneeled and unbuttoned his pants as he watched my every move. I helped him out of them. Then I slowly slid down his boxers revealing a large semihard cock. 

He went over to the shower, that was near the tub, turned on the water and hoped in. 

“Nadu!” He barked. I immediately went into position in front of him, in front of the shower. 

He stepped out, quickly toweled down (he hadn’t released me from nadu) and looked at me. He put the towel away and walked around me. He pet my head then grabbed me by my rob and drug me to the bedroom floor. I laid there looking at him.

He laughed.

With one smooth motion, he untied the robe and pulled it off me. I gasped. He walked over pulled me up by my hair and shoved my face into the bed. I could feel the coolness of the room against my bare ass. He slapped it and while still holding my head to the bed, he began to kiss and bite my back. Then suddenly I felt his hard cock against my ass. He began to force his way into my cunt. His spit on his cock helped that venture as I was left a little stunned. It felt so good to be ravished. I haven’t been forcibly taken in a while by my own Master, as it is reserved as a treat, and I knew it would please him to know he was ravishing me. 

With one more thrust he was fully inside of me and I let out a loud moan. He grabbed my throat, holding me effectively in position. He thrust in me harder and I moaned again with pleasure louder. He began his rhythmic motion of fucking my now dripping wet cunt.

“Wet little bitch aren’t you?” He moaned.

“Yes Master, Master knows what a girl likes”. I replied mid moan. 

He continued to fuck my cunt hard. Grunting with most thrusts. I could feel his cock stretch my hole well. I could feel myself getting closer to cumming. “Please Master, may I cum?” I pleaded

“Not yet” He replied. He released his grip on me and motioned for me to get on the bed. I did so, and no sooner had I done so that he was already on top of me forcing me down the way he wanted me. He had entered me with such force that I began to let out a loud moan when his lips met mine and he bit my lip. He thrust into me harder and I reached for his chest. I began to run my fingers through his chest hair. Then I began to scratch. This fueled him more. He pinned my wrists down with his hands.

“Master, please? Master may I cum please?” I pleaded again.

“Yes, I want to feel you cum on my cock.” He smiled. I began to cum and moaned as I did so. I could feel the involuntary contractions of my cunt wrap around his cock as he kept thrusting into me, over and over. 

He let out a grunt and began to cum in me, drenching my swollen cunt with his sperm. I could feel every pulsation from his cock. He filled every inch of my hole with his semen. He slowed his rhythm and released my wrists. I then wrapped my arms around his neck he lifted me onto him while he leaned back. I moved my hips to match his rhythm. I kissed and bit at him. He returned the favor. He then released me fall into beg next to him and he was exhausted and I well fucked yet this was only our first encounter of the evening. 

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Subculture Allure: Chapter 6, The Hunt; Part 2

January 12, 2020 By Butch T. Unicorn 3 Comments


Dinner was served and went well. The various Masters in the room examined all of us while we served them. While pouring their wine, a Master occasionally would touch a slave intimately to test her resolve to keep performing her task. 

After dinner, the Masters moved to the den where they began smoking, drinking coffee and various alcoholic drinks. I oversaw the coffee service to the Masters that didn’t drink. While serving them, I selfishly thought to myself, how boring. I can’t show off the skills my own Master has instilled into offer a cigar or cigarette service to them, or even show off my bartending skills. I snapped out of this thought when I felt Master Tom touching and smelling my hair. I finished pouring his coffee and offered him cream while kneeling. 

He ignored me and began to brush the hair from my shoulders and examined my clavicle with his fingers and then lightly ran his fingers around and then down my shoulder. I shuttered with the softness of his touch. He let out a smile on one side of his lips, as if highly pleased at my involuntary reaction. He lightly grabbed my hair from the back of my head and leaned into me, he pressed his lips to my ear. “I will very much enjoy hunting you, capturing you, and hurting you, little slave” he said firmly while growling it into my ear. 

I shivered and swallowed my saliva. I could feel my cunt moisten. I slowly began to speak, “would Master like cream with his coffee?”. “No, little slave.” He said while waiving me off. I looked around the room and met with Master’s eyes. He witnessed everything and gave me a reassuring smile. I smiled in return.

Slave Cindy added more sticks and a small log to the fire, putting to use our collection from earlier, when Master Tom had caressed me once before. 

Our head slave Cindy instructed us to our shared rooms down the hall that were away from our Masters. They had separate quarters as it was discussed that the slaves should be fresh and ready for the hunt the next morning. You can’t keep a slave up all night fucking her when she is expected to perform to your specifications the next morning. 

In the morning, we made and served our Masters breakfast, ate breakfast ourselves and prepped our Master’s hunting gear. This gear included rope for tying captures, gags, hoods, safety items, hiking boots, bows, and specially modified “arrows” that would mark a slave as a capture of a specific Master. These arrows designed by cupcake were like slow, damage free equivalent of a paint ball. We then prepped ourselves, we were nude save for our collars, knee and elbow pads, hiking boots, and safety glasses. 

As we were assembling on the outside patio, Master Steve stopped me and said “Good to see you again. I hope to make you a capture of mine so I can enjoy you one more.” He kissed me on the forehead. “Good luck girl” He said and walked off, joining the other Masters. 

Master Robert, leader of the hunt, called us to attention, “slaves Inspection!” All eight of us moved instantly into position. “Masters, your final assessments may be made now, then we will give the girls a 10 minute head start” The property we were on backed up to a nature preserve so there was plenty of room to roam without seeing a single sobering sight of the outside world.

The Masters began to walk around us, touching, grabbing, opening our mouths, as if we were for sale. When my Master walked to Cupcake, his other slave, I saw her perk right up and he kissed her passionately on the lips. He then came to me and did the same. “Good luck my girl” he whispered to me. I saw the other four Masters do the same to their girls and asses the others. 

“Alright, slaves, you have a 10-minute head start. GO!” Master Robert yelled. I heard laughing from the Masters as we ran into the preserve. I knew then that the hunt wasn’t going to last long. Our Masters were avid hunters and experienced in this type of human game. 

I saw Cindy hide behind a bush, Amelie climb a tree and Samira hid behind a tree. I looked at Samira’s long beautiful legs and saw how wet men’s touch along with the thrill of being hunted made her. I smiled thinking my Master may capture this hot little slave. I saw cupcake running towards a hill, near the end of our given perimeter. I followed her for a bit. I was growing tired of running and slowed to a jog, then a walk. I knew better than to speak as that may attract a Master’s arrow at my back. I kneeled watching Cupcake. I knew she had been involved in another hunt and knew she would have the best advantage. 

I heard a scream break the silence in the distance and a Master yell, “Got one!”. I heard her moaning and grunting. I was too close to them, I thought. I began to move staying close to the ground moving toward Cupcake. Cupcake was now out of view. 

I could hear screams of girls and roars of laughter from Masters. I giggled while thinking of Master’s smile as he captures perhaps another girl. Then I saw him. It was Master Tom. He was close on my trail and it was my task to avoid capture. I hid behind a bush. I tried to slow my breathing so as not to be heard. Then I saw him raise his bow and release his arrow. It’s paint struck and splattered the back of a girl, but it wasn’t cupcake. I saw Master Steve heading in her direction and then I saw him tying her, gagging her, and walking her back to the cabin. I saw tom walking back his capture as well. I knew that that my Master and Master Robert were still out and that there were only a couple of us slaves left for capture. 

Then I felt the wetness of paint and thud of the arrow at my back. It was Master Roberts color. I dropped into Nadu immediately. I felt his boot against my back as he pushed me to the ground. 

“Good girl. You’re a hard one to capture. You’ve got fight in you; I like that” He said while grabbing my hair to raise my head to meet my gaze. He roughly kissed and tongued my ear and he mounted behind me to gather my hands behind my back and tie them. He lifted me to my knees. I looked in the direction of the cabin.

“Oh, no, were not going there yet.” He unzipped his pants and withdrew his large hard cock and pressed it to my lips. I opened my lips and began to take his length into my mouth as much as I could. It was big, and I began to gag. 

“Good girl, gag on your Master’s cock” he said while grabbing the back of my head forcing more of him into me. He then released and I gasped for air while I could, then he forced himself into my mouth again. I licked all of my saliva off of his cock and began to caress the head of his cock with my tongue. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and bounced my lips back and forth on the edge of the head, while licking the very tip. He then forced his cock down my throat. He face fucked me while slapping my face. I relaxed into the face fucking. I began to moan, and my cunt dripped. He grabbed my throat and forced himself down my throat more while holding me at the base of his shaft. 

“Look at me slut, look at me slave.” He growled. I met his eyes and began to gag. He released me and I sucked harder and faster. I wanted his cum to soothe my throat as it was getting sore now. He started moaning louder. I would feel his cock grow stiffer in my mouth. I ran my tongue over every vein and became cock drunk. Then, I could feel his cock pulsate and throb, releasing his cum in my mouth. I began to slow my rhythm. I swallowed all his cum. I licked and sucked every incl of his still hard shaft to ensure I got every drop. I cannot waste a Master’s cum. He released his grip of me. “Good girl, lets go join the others.” He said. He helped me up. 

After about 20 minutes, we arrived back at the cabin patio. I surveyed the scene. A couple girls had gags, some had hoods and the others were merely the other girls were kneeling, where I then joined them. I saw Master Robert captured two, me included, Master Tom captured one, Master Steve had captured three and my Master captured two. I was pleased to see that Steve did so well, I knew he would enjoy Cupcake. 

“Took your time, didn’t you Rob?” said Master Steve. I blushed. 

“I stalked my prey a little. She has a bit of fight in her. I will enjoy her very much. Alright, lets have the girls get cleaned up and fix lunch. I know what Ill be having later for dinner.” Said Master Robert. The Masters laughed.

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Subculture Allure: Chapter 6 The Hunt, part 1

December 1, 2019 By Butch T. Unicorn 2 Comments


We pulled up to a cabin, a nice size, that I will come to find out had five bedrooms. Master parked the car, walked over to the passenger side of the car and open the doors for cupcake and I. She sat up front, which I didn’t mind, as the large backset allowed me to rest on our two hour drive up. Master kissed each one of us on the forehead.

The cabin was set back from the road far enough where you couldn’t even see the cabin through the woods in front of it. Cupcake showed me a map she had made of the property that will be given to each of us later before the hunt was to begin, so we know what bounds to stay within and so we didn’t get lost. The property backed up to a nature preserve so there was plenty of room to roam without seeing a single sobering sight of the outside world.

“Strip, put your clothes in your bags and leave your shoes on.” Master barked.

“Yes, Master.” Was our only reply. 

We stripped down to only our shoes, put our clothes in the bag and heeled Master to the front door.

As we approached the front door to the cabin, Master said “Tower.”

Each one of us immediately got into tower position, each one heeling Master on either side. He knocked on the heavy wooden door forcefully. We were greeting by a tender looking, naked (aside from her collar), young slave with pretty dirty blonde long hair with big doe eyes. 

Master looked upon her as if she was a piece of slave meat, and that she was. She had nice firm small breasts, a nice slender young figure. Her collar was steel with a ring and the bottom. 

“Welcome Master” She greets him shyly. “I will send slave Samira for your things Master.”   

“Please Master, please follow Cindy to the living room, where your friends await you.” Cindy said. Slaves will often speak of themselves in the third person, some Master’s prefer it, some don’t, everything is left to his discretion.   

“Come.” Master looked back and barked at us. We heeled him appropriately.

As slave Cindy turned to walk down the hallway, we saw her backside covered with week old whip marks. Cupcake and I looked at each-other in shock that a slave punished so recently would even be permitted to join her Master on such an important gathering. 

She proceeded us down the hall to a stately living room, which was more a library, crossed with a smoking room, crossed with a comfy living room. It was interesting to see the mounted animals on the wall, a nice bar in one corner, a large TV just underneath an Elk’s head and bookshelves flanking each side of it. 

We saw everyone and my eyes locked on Master Steve, to whom I had been given once. Then Cupcake and I immediately threw our glances to the ground to not offend the Masters by not being submissive slaves. 

“Ah, our final free man has arrived with two of his delicious girls in tow. Perfect.” Said Master Robert. 

“May I take command of your girls?” Said Master Robert to my Master. 

“Certainly.” My Master smiled.

“Go out into the yard and fetch wood for our fire tonight, Cindy, help them.” Master Brian barked.

“Yes Master.” We all said in unison.

Another slave, who had been kneeling in the corner until now, prepared a drink for my Master and presented it to him on her knees, in tower slave fashion. She was very graceful. I am very glad I got to sneak in a glance before we were outside gathering wood.

Now I know why we were made to wear shoes, we were put to work immediately. 

After a second bundle of sticks and wood were gathered to the pile, a Master, who I had met, stood there, near the pile and began to watch us. Then he began to approach. He then began to follow me. I stopped and kneeled in tower. 

“No, nadu.” He said while smiling. I moved to nadu. He walked around me, inspecting me. Then he began to run his fingers across my arms. He grabbed my hair in a tight fist. I winced. Then he released and smelled my hair. 

Then he began to run his fingers across my breasts and my hard nipples. He slightly pinched my left one and then caressed my entire breast. I was no nervous and scared. It was hot and turning me on. Even though I had never met him before, I knew that he would possess me, like owning any other belonging and do with me what he pleased, should he win me in the hunt tomorrow. I was getting wetter.

“Mmmmm, you would make a fantastic catch tomorrow. I want to own you for the night, or perhaps more.” He smiled. 

He kneeled down and ran his finger on my inner thighs and began to move upward. I began to breathe heavier. 

“You’re a hot little slut. I really want you. You will be fun.” He smirked.

“Oh, let them get back to work Master Tom, they gotta make dinner for us next, and I don’t want to be waiting because you delayed a slave.” Barked my Master.

“Fine, salve rise and complete your task” Master Tom said.

“Yes Master.” I rose and finished picking up sticks from the ground with my wetness running down my leg.

 

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Subculture Allure: Chapter 5; Baseball for Rookies

November 2, 2019 By Butch T. Unicorn 3 Comments


Sherry, Master’s head slave, had her own room in the house. Cupcake and I shared a room, however, this weekend I had the room all to myself as Cupcake was out of town on business.

I was nude, cozy in my bed and sleeping sweetly when I awoke to being jumped on top off with a blind and a gag shoved in my mouth. I tried to move, I couldn’t. I tried to scream, but it was muffled from the gag. I could feel my legs were pinned by my perpetrator’s legs on top. I could feel his large rough hands encompass my own slender soft hands. I felt the rope, that oh so coarse rope being looped about my wrists. I tried to wiggle, get any movement I could to “feel out” my situation per se but to no avail. He was still on top of me pinning me down. The only thing separating my naked body from his, was my thin comforter. 

I could hear nothing. He spoke nothing. I only heard my moans and his heavy breathing. He moved from on top of me, finally. Now, I thought, I could move a bit. I felt him suddenly pull at my comforter and rip it away from my body exposing me, all of me, in the nude. I instinctively shrank into a ball to not let him see all of me. It was futile, I know, but I couldn’t help it. 

He stood there, just standing over me. I could feel his eyes appraising his new prize. He then let out an evil laugh. I shrank even more. Then I began to smile. Well, I smiled as much as I could through my gag would allow. Master and I have negotiated this scene for weeks. I was so happy that it was finally happening. Before I could react, he picked me up from the comfort of my bed. 

I could hear the crickets chirping, that’s when I knew he had taken me outside. He set me down on the grown where I could feel the patio stones beneath my body. I heard chains in the distance. I knew they were for me. I giggled inside at the though of those chains on my body, wrapping me in their secure embrace. But, he didn’t bring the chains near me. He stood me up, my legs were free, my hands were still bound. He began to lift my wrists above my head until I was almost on my tippy toes. Higher and higher he brought my hands above me until they met with leather cuffs. 

Once secure in the cuffs, Master untied my hands. Master began to feel my body and its responsiveness to his touch. He walked away from me. I could hear him walking toward me and I could hear him dragging something with him. It sounded metallic. He struck the ground with it and made me jump. He laughed. He moved toward me and then walked around me while still dragging the metallic object behind him. He stopped behind me and whispered into my ear, “Are you ready?” I nodded yes. 

SMACK, he struck me in the ass with the metal object. He caressed my ass feeling the result of his strike. Then with another of his swings I felt my ass sting with pain. He nudged the object between my inner thighs, a motion every good submissive knows, is to open her legs. I did so. I felt him run the cylindrical metallic object up and down my thighs. I felt him stop and my opening, I felt him push the object harder against my cunt. I squirmed and he released this pressure. I sighed. He knew, just as much as I did that, I was dripping wet. What can I say, I am a masochist. 

I knew that this was the beginning of our scene and I couldn’t wait for more to come. Master walked away. He made sure to drag his feet a bit so I could hear every step. He returned, but this time with the chains I had heard from earlier. He began to wrap me in them. Encircling my body with the chains. Once loop around my body after another. I love the feeling of chains against my naked flesh. 

Master returned with the metallic cylindrical object, that I would later learn was a baseball bat. He began to swing at my body with it. Not hard, as I am still wrapped in the heavy chains, but enough to let me still a dull thuddy pain. The metal on metal sound was loud and my head began to spin. My pussy began to drip. Every strike was perfect, not too hard, not too soft. Master would run his fingers underneath the chain, especially near any boney areas, ensuring my safety. 

Master pressed the baseball bat against my clit again, I offered little resistance. He put the bat down. He came to the front of me and began to kiss my cheek while removing the gag. Then he passionately kissed me while gripping my jaw and pulling me into his embrace. I melted into him. 

Oddly, this was the first time I had noticed that Master was nude, save for the shoes I had listened to scuff around earlier. I felt Masters body against me, against the loose chain he draped me in. He lifted one of my legs over his hip and felt my wetness. He fingered me gently as I began to moan softly. He lifted my other leg around him and rammed his cock into me. Oh how I love when he buries his cock in me deep to the hilt on first entry. It makes my heart flutter. 

He began pumping into me with a hard foreceful motion, clawing at the chains on my body, pulling me closer and closer to him. He began kissing and biting at my neck as much as he could while bouncing me on his cock.

I know he was close now. I know he loves to deliver fun impact and fuck his masterpiece in the scene. I know how he loves to decorate his masterpiece with his cum. I love being his piece of art. 

Harder and faster he was fucking me. I was moaning loudly. I didn’t care I the neighbors heard. I wanted him to know how much I was enjoying him inside me, fucking me, pleasing me. 

He grabbed my breast and squeezed it while he was pumping into me so hard. I was wincing with pain, it hurt so good. He released my breast and grabbed my hips and pulled them as close into him as he could and came inside me, deep and hard. He knows how much I love his cum inside me, he knew I would cum to, and I did. 

His motion slowed and he gently set me back on my toes. He unwrapped my like a new black and blue present, examined his crafty work and then carried me to bed with him. He took the partial hood off of my head kissed me goodnight and said “I can’t wait to continue this in the morning.”

 

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Subculture Allure: Chapter 4: Silence is Golden

October 6, 2019 By Butch T. Unicorn 2 Comments


“Where do you think you’re going little girl?” A man said while I walked past.

I ignored him. I looked straight ahead walking past him in the dimly lit hallway. He began to follow. I hurried my steps. I was wearing a thong, purple pasties, and purple patent leather heels to match. My hair was loosely curled. I wore Master’s favorite lipstick shade; red.

“I haven’t seen you at one of these parties before.” He continued while walking behind me.

At that instant, Master turned the corner in front of me and approached. “Nadu!” He barked. I instantly obeyed. Master stood over me while he stared at the man who was following me, who was still walking towards us. The man raised his hands palms forward in gesture and said “Sorry man, I didn’t know she was yours.” 

“Not only is she mine, but she is a lady. Did she speak to you?” Master said

“No.” said the man who was still processing what was happening.

“She didn’t, wouldn’t that tell you to fuck off? I should hope so. Catcalling women or following down the hallway is not appropriate behavior. You may leave this even and not return until you have learned some manners.” Master lectured. 

The man walked away and left the party. “Good girl” Master said while patting my head. I looked up. He extended his hand to me. “You may rise, my dear.” I rose with his guidance. “You know, I wouldn’t be upset if you knocked him out, I know you wanted to.” Master smirked. “Yes Master, I am aware, however I didn’t want to destroy my new manicure.” I smiled while showing Master my new set of nails. 

“Yes, that would be shame.” He kissed my nails and began kissing my lower arm working his way up. He began to kiss my neck and kiss my lips. I giggled. 

“Yes, I don’t care if you get your lipstick all over my lips. I want those lips. I own those lips.” He continued. “Your gorgeous tits, your gorgeous face, your gorgeous mind, your gorgeous soul.” I love you and own every bit.” I giggled again and blushed. He grabbed my hair. “Is that funny little one? Do I make you roar with laughter?” He said while gazing into my eyes. I giggled again and he grabbed my hair even more firmly. “Be careful how you answer you little slut. Be careful.” I began to open my mouth to say something and found his tongue deep inside my mouth. Tongue wrestling with mine. Feeling me with his. 

“Drop to your knees, say thank you to your Master’s cock for saving you from that asshole and release me from this aggressive energy with that gorgeous mouth of yours.” He said while unzipping his pants, right there, in the hallway of a mix event party.

I didn’t hesitate. I cannot hesitate. If I hesitated for even a second, I would be punished. Master is creative with punishments, therefore leaving me with one more reason to dare not disobey. I love Master, I love pleasing him. 

I unzipped his pants, maneuvered my way through to his boxers (this wasn’t hard) and pulled forth his semi hard cock. I began to caress the head with my tongue feeling it throb and begin to get harder. I began to take his cock into my mouth deeper. I reached for his balls, still trapped in its cotton confinement. I gently began to squeeze his balls with my hand while working my mouth and bobbing my head on his cock. He was getting so hard. So large and rock hard. 

Then someone walked past us, I knew not to change movement or look in their direction. He grabbed the back of my head, grabbed a handful of hair and began to face fuck me. I love being face fucked. I love every hole in me being used for his pleasure. I started to tear up from him hitting the back of my throat with his huge rock hard cock. I could feel my mascara start to run from my tears. 

He could hear me gagging. I could hear him moaning occasionally. He knew I was getting so wet. I knew I was dripping beyond my thong. I could feel my inner thighs moisten with my juices. Master finally gave me some relief and backed off from face fucking me and I began to lap up all my saliva mixed with his pre-cum. It tasted so good. He tastes so good. He began fondling my breasts while I was fondling his balls. He slapped my breast and I winced. He laughed.

He grabbed my hair firmly and began to face fuck me, I knew he was close. I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth. I wanted his cum. I was desperate to taste and swallow every last drop. Please Master, I thought, oh, please Master cum in my mouth. 

I started to tear up again when I felt his explosion of cum in my mouth. The warmth, the creaminess. I swallowed and sucked up every last drop. Master grunted as he came and that grunt turned into a last moan of satisfaction and I knew I had pleased him. I pleased my Master, my heart was throbbing with anticipated approval. 

“Good girl, there is a room down the other hallway, lets go.” He reached for my hand and once again guided me up and took me beneath his arm. He wiped up the mascara that had ran from my face and kissed my cheek. 

When we reached the room it had no door, a table in the corner and a sex swing in the middle. There was a tarp just below the swing. The walls were painted a crimson red, typical. The lights were dim, matching the rest of the dungeon. He guided me through the door. I looked at him as he adjusted the swing to a more appropriate height. He took off my thong, slowly, feeling my wet inner thighs while on the way down. I stepped out of the thong and he held them up smiling. 

“You wet little slut.” He smirked. I smiled. I was still under direction not to speak. “Get up there. This will be a good experience for you. Relax and enjoy my little slut.”

I did as he instructed. I lay in the webbing of the swing feeling its firm nylon against my skin. He forced my legs open and pulled me towards him. All of me was now exposed to any viewers at the door. Master patted my pussy and felt how firm and swollen my clitoris had become. He began to stroke my clit as be lapped up my wetness from my pussy lips and thighs. As soon as I began to moan, he reminded me I was to remain silent by pinching my clit. I jerked with the sharpness of the movement. I remained silent but breathed heavily. I was so ready for Master to slide his hard cock inside of my soft wet pussy, but he wasn’t. He stood up and undressed. He got fully undressed and stood over me while rubbing his cock in his hand. I smiled and gazed into his eyes. He walked around me slowly, never taking his eye off of my body or his hand off of his cock. 

He positioned himself in between my legs and rammed his cock into my pussy deep and hard. I let out a breathy whisper of a moan. I knew better than to disobey his direction of remaining silent. I also knew that that was borderline for him but he let it pass. I was so wet and finally getting the relief I had been hoping for. He began to pound his cunt and grabbed my legs for better grip. I could see my little patent leather purple heels glisten and bounce with every stroke of his hard cock moving in and almost out of my pussy. I could hear my wetness, the slap of his balls on my ass and the people gathering just outside the door watching us. 

He began pumping harder and harder. I knew he knew that we were being watched but he wanted it that way. He grabbed at my large firm breasts and pumped even harder. I knew that he wasn’t far from coming. The excitement of being watched brought me closer to cumming as well. I began to arch my back as much as the swing would allow, hoping he would continue to pound me deeper and deeper. Then I realized something. I couldn’t beg to be allowed to cum! He must have realized my shock as he gave me his notorious evil little grin. I stopped arching my back. He knew I could only cum with his permission beforehand. He began to slow his rhythm but extend as deep as he could into me. He pulled out of me and stood up. “You may cum now, little slut.” He said

I moved my had to my pussy and began to pub my clit. I was so close, it didn’t take but a minute before I squirted my relief towards Master who was standing just out of range. I lay back and Master re-entered me and fucked me harder than before. He began to cum inside of me, inside of his cunt, inside of his slave. It felt so good to take his cum into me. My pussy was throbbing with intensity. Master was panting and bent over onto me as much as he could. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed the top of his head. 

He looked up at me and said “Next week, you’re going with me for the hunt.”

 

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Subculture Allure: Chapter 3: Cupcake’s Pleasure

September 1, 2019 By Butch T. Unicorn 2 Comments


“Master, your bow, leathers, and equipment are ready, all that is left to procure are the ‘arrows’ you would like to use.” Cupcake said while entering Master’s room completely naked aside from collar and a small string bells on her left ankle.  She kneeled at the foot of his bed and put her head down. 

Master looked up from his book. “Come to me my love.” Master said while extending his arms to her from his laying position on the bed. Cupcake smiled and lay with him, in his loving embrace. He kissed her on the forehead.

“Do you remember what you need and how to make our special arrows?” He said while caressing her lovely naturally red long hair. 

Master pushed his slave into the plush bed on her back. She smiled and let out a soft moan. He reached for her wrists and raised them above her head. 

“Leave them there.” He said.

“Yes Master.” She moaned.

He caressed her left nipple with his tongue, making it peak with hardness. He bit at it a little roughly making her wince. He then stood up and undressed.

“Don’t you fucking move.” He said. 

Master went to the bedroom ‘toy chest’, as we call it. Each of Master’s girls have a set of special toys that are fluid-bonded to her and her alone. Master has a total of three girls and has one under consideration, they are in the preliminary dating phase. Master has a process for these things and keeps his girls informed of every step. 

Master retrieved Cupcake’s favorite toy from the toy chest; her Magic Wand. Master went to the side of the bed next to her. Cupcake was still laying there, with her hands above her head, no binding was necessary. 

“Kiss your wand baby.” He said. She kissed the head of the wand and looked up at Master and smiled. He kissed her passionately. He went to between her legs on the bed and spread them wide open. He wanted access. She had better give him enough access to herself, all of her. He began to kiss her mound and licked her pussy lips. He kissed her clitoris and tongued it vigorously. She began to moan softly. 

He could feel her clit begin to swell. Master could hear her breathing match his tongue. He then turned on the magic wand. She moaned with anticipation. He began to rub it by her opening first and ease his way to her clit. No sooner did it reach her clit, when she began to squirm trying to stave off her orgasm. 

“Stop moving and squirt for me, squirt for me little slut.” Master growled at her. 

“Thank you Master.” She continued to moan while smiling at him in between her luscious legs. 

He held the want on her sweet spot. Cupcake couldn’t control herself anymore and began to cum. She started moaning loudly and squirted. She made a mess of Master’s sheets. 

“Good girl, turn over and ass up.” He said with a smirk. Cupcake did as she was told. Master went to the toy chest and grabbed her favorite cock-gag, her thickest dildo. He inserted the dildo into her pussy roughly. Cupcake winced and let out a loud moan as he did this. Then Master taped it to her so it wouldn’t slip out. Mind you, Master isn’t irresponsible, he keeps the right kind of medical grade tape on hand that would suit her, not damage her skin, or be an irritant. Master keeps his girls hairless, so hair isn’t an issue.

Cupcake is a good girl, she never breaks the positions Master orders her into. So, she was still ass up on the bed. Master spat on her cute little asshole and gently slid his cock in. He could feel his cock being wrapped by her ass. The tightness of her ass made him harder. The thought of loosening it up made his cock throb with pleasure. He began to move back and forth slowly. Cupcake began to moan with her fullness. 

“Mmm, Master, thank you Master. I feel so, so full. Oh my God, I’m so full.” She continued. He grabbed her thick fiery red hair by the fist and began to push into her, deeper and deeper as she loosened to accommodate his large throbbing cock into her little ass.  

After she came another two times, he released his load into her ass. He removed the tape gently and the dildo gently. She collapsed, very pleased, into the comfort of Master’s bed. Master then soon joined her, holding her to his content. 

The next morning, Cupcake gathered Sherry and me in the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Master and ourselves. 

“So,” Cupcake said, “Girls, we have a few chores today. We will be making the arrows for Master’s hunt.” Sherry and I looked at each other puzzled and then looked to Cupcake. 

“Yes! We are making arrows! I know it sounds silly, but it will be fun. Personally, I don’t want to get hit my anyone else’s arrows except Master’s.” She said with a smirk.

I responded, “What on earth are you fucking talking about?”

“Remember, Master asked me to get things ready for his hunt. He’s not hunting Elk or Deer or something like that, he, along with other Masters are going to be hunting us! He has a friend who is another Master with a cabin. We are going to be their prey! I am so excited!” Cupcake explained.

Master and his other Master buddies are getting together at one of their cabins. There we will be separated from Master and put in a pen with the other Masters’ girls. Then, each Master will get the same count of these special arrows. These special arrows are the essentially the archery equivalent of a paint balling. This way the girls aren’t hurt, save for maybe a small discoloration and the girl is thus “caught and tagged”. The point of this game aka hunt is to tag as many slaves as they can. They may do what they wish with those slaves (within contract) for a pre-determined amount of time. If a girl was not tagged then she would serve him with his catch of the day and get alone time at a later time. 

After Cupcake went on to explain all of this, Sherry, Cupcake and I made these arrows in several different colors, one to denote each master. 

Master walked into the living room where we had set up a production line of sorts to create and assemble these arrows. “Great job girls. I am very proud of your contribution. I will hold conversations with each of you, privately, to discuss the purpose of these ‘arrows’ and to determine which two of you will be going with me this trip. The girl that doesn’t get to go is not a loser, however, she will spend private time with me. I have booked our own little cabin where we will spend a weekend together, alone.”

The girls and I looked at each other in wonderment. Either way it sounded like a win. I knew Master would choose what he thought was appropriate, but I couldn’t help but think about spending alone time with him. So, if he chose me to go, I was determined to run and avoid being tagged and captured. If he didn’t choose me, I know I would feel left out but that I would get Master all to myself after the trip. 

“I am so excited Master,” Cupcake said, “I can’t wait to out run those other girls so I can spend some quality time with you Master.” 

“I think this would be fun, but what if the other Masters or their girls don’t like me? Sherry said insecurely. 

“You will be fine my beautiful Sherry.” He said kissing her on the forehead. I looked at Master, he looked back and smiled to me. He kissed my forehead too. 

That evening, I laid in bed trying to imagine how everything would turn out, how the other Masters and their girls would be and how much I wanted to please Master show him what I could do. Although, what would Master decide? Would Master permit me to be apart of the hunt? Or, would he perhaps choose a weekend alone with me?

 

 

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Subculture Allure: Sherry Teaches Bootblacking

August 4, 2019 By Butch T. Unicorn 5 Comments


Master’s Guest, Sir Steve, stayed for two more nights. This time taking Cupcake and then Sherry under his Mastery for their own evenings. Needless to say, Sir Steve was very pleased with Master’s hospitality. 

After Sir Steve left, things returned to our version of normal. Since I didn’t work the weekends, as long as we didn’t have any community events, classes or parties, I would spend my time tending to any of Master’s needs, whims or give my service to his home in the form of upkeep. Master normally keeps his girls naked unless protective clothing is needed for any tasks.  

This weekend became a very intriguing and awesome one. Master instructed Sherry to teach me how to bootblack. Sherry has typically been the only one to attend to Master’s shoes and now I was to be entrusted to share this task with her. I felt honored that Master elected me to learn and help Sherry with this task. 

We were in Sherry’s room. Being Master’s head Slave, she had a room of her own. She handed me an apron so I wouldn’t get any cleaner or dirt on Master’s body.  In times of training, I am to call her Mistress and she has been given punishment power over me per my contract and Master’s will.

Sherry showed me her kit; her daubers, brushes, creams, waxes, and polishes in her bootblacking kit. She then handed me a separate boot blacking kit.

“You’ll need these to polish Master’s boots, shoes and other things appropriately. I’m not going to let you play with my kit, but I’m happy to introduce you to this skill so that you may please our Master better. This kit is a starter kit of sorts and has a variety of things that will allow you to find your personal style or preferences while using them.” Sherry said.
“Thank you so much Mistress!” I exclaimed.


“Now open your kit and lay yours out like I did mine.” She said. With a slap from the crop against my shoulder, I heard her say “Faster! You need to move fast I don’t have all day to show you the cleaning process and Master wants results. He wants to see these 3 pairs of boots cleaned.” Sherry stated.

Wearing my apron, I hurried and set out the kit just like hers. I knew I needed to please her in these regards as I would Master, or she would tell Master and I would earn a harsh punishment.

“Grab the first set of boots and put them in front of you facing me, then go to tower position and watch me.” Sherry instructed.
I watched intently as she prepared the boot and removed the laces. I watched the beautiful curves of her body through the apron. Her nipples were hard. I knew she loved to please Master just as I do. Knowing this made me smile. The crop was sitting beside her when she grabbed it quick and smacked my hand.

I started to envision her pleasing Master by presenting him with cleaned and polished boots while on her hands and knees, naked, aside from the collar and bells on her left ankle. He would then kiss her forehead and taking the boots from her, would put them aside and use her like the slave she was. I imagined hearing the moans of their pleasure.

Sherry was very pretty. She had long blonde hair that Master likes her to keep in loose curls. She has large supple breasts with nice pink little nipples. I’ve seen her walked by her nipples clamps with a chain attached. Naturally she would be on her hands and knees. She would be almost in tears by the end of her walking. But after, she would be in Master’s arms on the living room couch. He enjoyed her by licking and sucking her nipples to soothe them.

“Are you paying attention?” Sherry snapped, bringing me out of my day-dream like state.
“Yes Mistress!” I said.

“You need to do this perfectly. Need I remind you that if you don’t, I won’t be pleased and then you won’t be allowed to touch Master’s boots unless you use your lips and tongue to kiss and lick them?”

“No Mistress! Please, I beg to learn how to bootblack. I want to please our Master, please continue Mistress.” I begged.

“Fine.” Sherry said. Then she proceeded to show me the intricacies of cleaning Master’s boots. 

“You did great little slave. I am very happy. When Master comes home from work, you will present them to Master. As we discussed, we will stop at the cleaning phase. Once you show me you can clean the boots perfectly every time, you will then be permitted to start learning how to properly polish and then subsequently present the boots as he sees fit.” 

“Thank you Mistress. Slave is happy to have pleased you.” She kissed me on the forehead and assisted me in cleaning and putting away our bootblack kits. She took my perfectly cleaned boots and set them on Master’s side table in his bedroom, ready for his thorough inspection. 

Master arrived home, those of us who were home, rushed to present ourselves to Master. He patted us on the head, handed his jacket and the wine he purchased for tonight’s dinner to Sherry. It seemed that he had had a rough day, so the girls and I wanted to make sure we relived his stress. We prepared a nice bath for Master and I kneeled in the corner or his bathroom while he bathed. Cupcake helped him bathe and Sherry finished dinner. While Master got out of his bath, I awaited to present Master with a towel. He kissed Cupcake endearingly and tossed her into the bathtub. Then kissed her again while grabbing at her breasts and slapping her ass with vigor. I giggled to myself quietly. Then Master arose from her. 

“Clean yourself up, get ready for dinner. After dinner, you will prep my hunting gear.” Master said. “Yes Master.” Cupcake giggled. Master took the towel I presented him. He kissed me on the forehead and walked into his bedroom to dress. I helped Cupcake from the tub and we got ready for dinner.

Getting ready for dinner in our household means naked, collared, and left ankle belled. Slaves are clean, smell good and look just as Master likes to keep us. For Cupcake this means red lipstick. For me, this means hair down, loose curls, with a little bit of eyeshadow and mascara. 

Dinner went well. We could see that our service helped Master calm own quite a bit. Master walked into his bedroom to grab his phone. While in his room he noticed the boots. He walked out to the dining room where the other slaves and I were clearing dishes from dinner. 

“What’s this? My boots are cleaned, but not polished?” He smirked. “The cleaning done here is immaculate. I’m quite impressed. Sherry, your student is learning quite well. I am also impressed with your teaching. I can’t wait until she is ready to finish the process and present me with polished boots.” He said. I blushed. Sherry looked at me and smiled and then blew a kiss to Master. 

He walked over to me as I was still gathering dishes from the table. He grabbed me by the hair and walked me to his bedroom. His strong hand in my hair and the other at my waist guiding me. I was already wet with anticipation.

“Your skills in service are dramatically improving. I am happy to see your progress.” He said. 

“Thank you Master.” I said as he threw me to his feet beneath him. 

“Don’t move” Master said. I didn’t. I wasn’t even in position. 

He came over and gathered my hair into a ponytail from behind me. I looked up and smiled at him. I was so happy Master was pleased. He then tied a rope to my hair and then tied that to a foot board post on his bed. This made me lay back on the rug before his bed. He took off his shirt and pants. I was already naked. He began to kiss and lick my body. My hands were running themselves all over him. I couldn’t help it. I love touching him. When he covered every inch of me, he began to lap up my juices. He kissed and tickled my clit and made me moisten even more. I was nearing orgasm when he stopped. 

“Cum when you like my dear. I want to feel you in your fullness.” He said.

“Thank you Master.” I moaned.

He then began fingering me while kissing and sucking on my clit. I moaned loudly as I began to cum. I squirted. “Good girl.” He said grinning. 

He raised up, pulled me as far as he could towards him, pulling on the tie in my hair. He forcibly held my legs apart as much as they would go. I love it when Master mixes in his rough Mastery. He began to thrust his cock in me. He was thrusting harder and harder, as I was moaning louder and louder. He moved his hands from my legs, allowing me to wrap them around him. He held my wrists down and began almost grunting. He was trying to reach the deepest parts of me. I could feel his sweat drip onto my body as I was still beneath him. 

“Harder, please Master, harder, please fuck me harder Master!” I began to scream. 

His grunting became louder. 

“You little bitch, I’m gonna cum.” He growled smiling. 

“Yes Master, I am your bitch, cum inside your little bitch please!”

“No.” He said while raising off me. He then began to cum on me while standing over me. I held out my tongue and opened my mouth wide. I was hoping to catch even just the tiniest bit of Masters cum. I wanted to taste him so bad! 

Master finally let me taste his cum by having me clean his cock with my mouth. I sucked, licked, and caressed his cock with my mouth. I wanted every last drop of his cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste him and I together. It’s was blissful! Master pet my head and ran his fingers through my hair as I did this. 

Master finally pulled me away from his cock. I looked up to meet his eyes.
“You’ve been a good girl. Now go take a shower and meet me in bed. You will be staying with me tonight. I love you.” He said. 

“Yes Master, I love you too.”


– Butch T. Unicorn

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Subculture Allure: A Guest Arrives

June 30, 2019 By Butch T. Unicorn 2 Comments


He walked into the room. Master greeted him while Cupcake took his coat and Sherry offered him a Bourbon on a silver tray. We were made to kneel in nadu, the common slave position. We were naked with the exception of Master’s collar, bells on our left ankle and slender leather cuffs we are always made to wear. Kneeling with our head down, palms face up on our thighs, our brands exposed, our sex exposed. Master believed in the Gorean ideals of the life and submission of women. He always made us feel his mastery over us and desire to serve him.

There were three of us kneeling. We weren’t acknowledged by Master’s guest. This was typical.
Master and Steve (Master’s guest) went to the den and were talking business, you know, “mergers and acquisitions” type bullshit.


Sherry had us rise and walked us to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Master and his guest. We were silent in our movements, save for the bells at our ankles of course. I looked at my Slave sisters and we were giddy with excitement that we had a guest but never spoke a word. We glanced smiles at each other and held hands excitedly as we made our way to the kitchen. Dinner preparation was a silent ballet from preparation to plating. Everyone knew their task and everyone knew their place.


Master wanted a formal presentation for his guest. Therefore we weren’t allowed to eat with Master this evening. We served Master and Sir Steve well at dinner. We were permitted to eat dinner in the kitchen. 

While serving Master his main course, I hear him say to Sir Steve “How have your slaves been getting along in your house?” 

“Haha, they know that their place is firmly under my boot.” Sir Steve responded. 

“Good, I suspected, that after my last visit that you would decide on a stiff correction for that sexy little blonde of yours.” said Master. 

I felt the back of Sir Steve’s fingers quickly run from my hip to down the back of my leg while I filled their glasses with more wine.

“Oh yes, she spent three days in the kennel for not being pleasing to you, my friend. As I suspect I will not be displeased by the selection in your house” Sir Steve grinned. 

“No, that you won’t.” Master said while winking at me. I smiled back. I didn’t quite understand the meaning of this conversation. I backed away from the table, and returned to the kitchen. I handed the carafe to Cupcake who was kneeling in the corner and left the dining room. 

After dinner we served Master and Sir Steve drinks in the living room as they continued to converse. This time, all of us were permitted to be in the presence of Master and his guest. We were kneeling in nadu at the end of the living room. Master said “Girls, in front, now.” We got into position. Master gave the command display. We did so. Standing, our legs open, hand up to the back of our head and ready for inspection. Master guided Sir Steve to each and every one of us. They touched caressed and commented on the beauty of our features. While I was being inspected, Sir Steve ran his fingers gently on my inner thighs, guiding my legs more open. He then began to caress my labia. He looked at me in the eyes, felt my moisture and brought the fingers to his lips, tasting my sweetness. He looked back at Master and grinned. Master smiled. Sir Steve suddenly grabbed my hair and put me into heel and then dragged me to the guest bedroom and threw me to the floor. I began to cry as I looked up at him in fear. He approached with a devious smile on his face.


“Your Master allowed me to pick any one of you sexy slaves. I chose you. I have read the contract you have with your Master and I agree with all of it. For the evening, your contract will be transferred to me.” He said while looming over me. “Do you consent to this?”
“Yes.” I murmured.
“Speak up little slave.”
“Yes, Master.” I said while arising from the floor.
“Good girl” he said while caressing my cheek. “Submit!” He growled. I raised and crossed my wrists, put my head down.”
“Good girl” he repeated.


He began wrapping his hand in my hair tightly.
He abruptly forced my head onto his crotch which made me feel his already hard cock against my cheek through his pants.


He then pulled my hair, forcing my head back and looked up to meet his gaze. With his other hand unzipped his pants and exposed his cock and again forced my head to it.
I took his large cock into my mouth and began to suck it. I could hear him exhale with pleasure as he maintained the firm grip on my hair. Suddenly, he forced my head down to the base of his large member, forcing me to gag and choke. Just as suddenly, he released me and wiped the tears from my face. I coughed and gasped for breath.
“Good girl, you didn’t pull away while I held you down on my cock.” He smiled.
“No, I didn’t Master.”


He raised me to my feet by my hair, as his hand had not left my hair. He kissed me, brutally. I tasted the blood from him biting my lip. He then began to fondle my breasts while still maintaining a firm grip of my hair. I felt his every touch on my body and how marvelous his touch was. He checked my moistness and licked my moisture from his finger as I was made to watch him. His kissed me again. This time he wasn’t as rough.


He turned me around and bent me over his bed, grabbing me by my arms and placing them behind me. He then grabbed his belt and wrapped my arms tightly with it.
He then fully undressed. I said nothing. I didn’t move. I knew that if I did say anything or moved, I would be punished.


He returned to standing behind me. He caressed my arms, ran his finger across my back and ass.  He felt the softness of my skin by caressing my legs. He knew how to touch a woman.


He started feeling my ass with his cock. He came closer against me. He was at my neck and began kissing and biting. Hard. I winced with pain and moaned quietly.


He poised his cock right in front of my pussy lips and brutally rammed his cock in. I winced at the shock of it and almost pain of it. I let out a loud moan. He began pumping his cock hard into me. 

Master let Sir Steve pick any one of us, he trusted this man with me, one of his most prized possessions. I felt safe in Sir Steve’s arms and new Master was just a room away. Yes, my Master’s room was right next door. He could hear everything, I thought to myself. He could hear my moans of pleasure and pain. I want Master to know that I am pleasing his guest and I want Master to be maybe just a little jealous that his dear friend has his large cock in me, thrusting harder and harder. 

Sir Steve began grunting as he pumped his large cock. “I love your tight little pussy, slave. Are you being a good slut for your Masters?” He said deviously. “Yes Master, I am a good slut for my Masters.” I moaned. “Good Girl.” 

While fucking my pussy he grabbed and began slapping my ass. I knew my Master could hear all of this. The walls weren’t thick by any means. “Please Master! Slave begs for more ass slaps!” He obliged. My ass was glowing red, my pussy was dripping wet. My hands were still bound behind me. 

I could feel his cock so deep inside me and I was getting close to climax. Sir Steve knew it, he could feel it. “Don’t cum yet, my little whore, I will let you know when you can cum.” He moaned. “Yes, Master.”

He moved his arms over me, one to across my chest grabbing my large breasts and pinching my nipples, while the other arm moved to around my neck. He didn’t choke me, but rather held me firmly in place. He kissed my neck. He was getting close to cumming. 

“Now little whore, beg for my cum. Be a good little slave and beg for your Master’s cum.” He smiled “Yes Master, please cum inside me. Please mark me with your scent Master. Please, please Master, please cum inside this poor slaves cunt. Master please cum in me!” I begged. He began to cum, I couldn’t hold on much longer. Thank goodness that he said “You may cum on Master’s cock now, slave.” And that I did. I came hard. Very hard. He began to pump his cum into me while I was cumming. His throbbing cock made my orgasm even more intense. I could feel my inner thighs moisten with our cum.

He released me back to a bent over position on the bed and unbound my hands. He brought me to my knees in front of him. While I was kneeling, he then proceeded to wrap the belt around my neck pulling me to his cock. 

“Now clean our mess little slave. Clean my cock with your mouth.” He said.

“Yes, Master.” I replied. What else could I say…


About the Author

Hi! My name is Butch T. Unicorn. I was born in a far off magical place called Phoenix, Arizona (It’s a dry heat, so bring plenty of lube)! Phoenix is home to a great many kinky people, many of whom I am happy to call friends. Stuffies and humans alike. My best buddy/side kick Jason is among them. He’s a sparkly psychotic bastard who travels with me and gets me into all sorts of troubles. You may even find some of the trouble he gets me into on my Instagram or fetlife. Anyway, you will frequently catch me out on the town exploring new restaurants (yes, I am a foodie), holes, or out quenching my thirst at a local brewery (I guess that makes me a drinkie?) I have also been known to run around naked at pool parties, helping my community brats be bratty, or assisting in their Master/Dominant’s punishment of them. I love power exchange in all its many, glorious and consensual ways. I am a Unicorn after all, and live up to my breed so don’t be surprised if you see me being shared with my favorite couple. Since frolicking is actually IN my blood, I do love TOYS. Whips, floggers, plugs, vibrators, cuffs, electrical ones and of course anything leather.  If you are out and about and you see me, please stop by and say hello!  Oh, and watch out for Jason, he likes knife play.

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