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TW

By: Ozzy

Well, I was a-walkin' down the street just a-havin' a think.
When this snake of a guy gave me an evil wink.
He shook-a me up, he took me by surprise.
He had a pick-up truck and the Devil's eyes.
He stared at me and I felt the change.
Time meant nothin', never would again.



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Choking plastic desires

By: maasl

I am a plastic lover, PVC and rubber, but recently, I have found myself into a dream of choking or breathe play desires, its so hot as I tend to zip up and seal my CO2,  sweating inside a bag as I try to lick everything on her., twisting as such a worm! I pose naked and harmless almost choking to death and no Oxygen admission coming out form the outside world beyong a plastic and CO2 nap allow me. I dream of her fully dressed form head to toe, from the top to the bottom civered al in black and so hot  rubberdoll. And when the time's to finish she unzips that intoxicating CO2 back so wet and defenseless, that I wan to share a sweet piss drink! I put my mouth way up to her Vagina waiting for that golden drink to taste, oh!!!  It drives me so, so, so crazy!!! When the time comes to her, I feed her with some white milk and a all of that golden wine I offer her just to taste hmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!! So Crazy. After our share, She finally puts me back into that bag and zips my CO2 nap, so nasty that I can´t hold my self to put myself into that bag, although she is just an illusion. I pray for my blue days end when I finally know she's real and she's waiting for me so she becomes my real partner lifetime!

I play 6 times per week -two hours a-day!

Waiting for someone to meet, as real as I am!



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The Club:)

By: Lady Godiva

I walked quickly past the doorman after I kissed him on the cheek as he drew back the rope holding the crowd of club goers at bay.  This was the club that was always so hard to get into, the one that you had to know someone to get in, the one that behind closed doors offered untold numbers of naughty sexual fantasies for the taking.  My pulse quickened with anticipation as I thought about the carnal pleasures that were in store.  I rubbed my hands over my sleeveless silk red blouse and found that my nipples were hard and beckoning to come out and play.  I could feel the throb of the beat as I ushered down the corridor to the dance floor where I started to plot who I would and wouldn't fondle.  Scanning the crowd I saw a bevy of sensuous bodies undulating and grinding, sweat dripping, the hair on the back of my neck was standing on end.

A beautiful bar maid walked up to me offering body shots.  "Only if I can lick the salt off of you" I said licking my lips.  She smiled slyly and offered her chest form me to lick.  I drew close drinking in her perfume, I licked her breast and dumped some salt on it.  I then took a lemon and placed it in her teeth between her fuck-me red lips.  I handed her a ten, slammed the shot, licked the salt from her breast and kissed her on the lips taking the lemon wedge.  She leaned in and said "thank you, won't you come with me to the VIP lounge, I have just the crowd for you."  Intrigued I answered yes, and followed her like a lost puppy.

We went up an open spiral staircase by the dance floor and into a large dimly lit room.  I looked around to see what I had gotten my self into.  There were couples everywhere in varying levels of nudity.  This was the fetish room I had heard so much about.  In the corner furthest was a woman with large round breasts pleasuring herself with a dildo while her male companion sliding his dick in and out of her mouth.  Sitting next to them was a pair of lesbians with one groping the others breast while they watched the couple perform.  To my left was a woman on her hands and knees in full dress being nailed doggy style by her male companion.

My cheeks were all flushed now as I continued to look at each of the exhibitionists.  I walked up to the bar and found myself standing next to a man with a rugged chiseled face and a Rolex to match.  He had a beautiful buxom brunette holding his hand.  She was also scanning the room with wild anticipation.  He reached down and whispered something in her ear as I ordered a drink from the bartender.  The waitress that had invited me to the room was adding more drinks and lemon wedges to her tray.  She wandered back over to me and said "enjoy the party, I might stop in again to see how you made out."  I reached out and hugged her telling her thank you and she snuck a little peck on my lips.  "Please do return," I said with lust in my eyes.  She smiled and turned taking her tray of drinks and floated out of the room.

I turned back to pay the bartender but he said, "this one is compliments of the gentleman next to you."  I took the drink and turned with a smile and said "thank you, I am Julian."  He responded "you're welcome, I am Kendrick and this is my wife Isabel, it is a pleasure to meet you."  "Likewise" I said. 

Isabel was a stunning beauty with full lips, electric blue eyes, and a body that only a gym could produce.  She was eying me with lust in her eyes.  She moved in closer to check me out.  "I have never been with a woman before she said as she took my hand."  My heart was positively jumping out of my chest at this time.  "Will you join me and my husband in the booth, I'd like to spend some time with you."  I was positively wet, I swear I could feel my cum dripping down my leg.  I nodded yes and she led me to a booth in the corner.

"You don't mind sitting between us do you?" Isabel asked as we reached our destination.  "Not at all, this is my first time with a couple, I am very flattered thank you."  Isabel sat on my left and Kendrick sat on my right.  Isabel placed her hand on my thigh and slid it up between my legs.  She reached her other hand behind my neck and began to kiss me.  Her lips were so soft, I opened my mouth and began to French-kiss her.  She had grabbed my lacy underwear and pulled them down and over my knees where they dropped to my ankles.  I placed my hand on her breast and began to pinch her nipple through her top.  Her husband reached over us and slid his wife’s strap off her shoulder exposing her ample breast.  Completely inflamed at this time I took her breast in my hand and began to suckle her nipple.  She was moaning, I slipped the other strap off of her shoulder and fondled her other breast.  I changed positions on the seat climbing up onto my knees.  I coaxed her legs up and around me while I moved down between her legs.  I found that she wasn't wearing any underwear, was completely hairless (thank God), and smelled delicious.  I began by spreading her lips apart, licking her hood, and working my fingers into her vagina.  She started to moan.

Kendrick pulled up my skirt revealing my ass and began to poke his fingers into my snatch.  He pulled something out of his pocket, lubed it, and pressed it into my ass.  It was a small vibrating plug as I found out when he turned it on.  He continued to finger fuck me while I performed cunnilingus on Isabel.  Then he got up behind me and teased my crevasse with the head of his long thick cock.  He had apparently been jerking off watching me play with his wife.  He then pushed it in a little at first, then half way, and then probed in the full length of his shaft as I felt his balls slap up against me.  I paused to moan and heard Isabel say "Fuck her good babe."  She lifted my head up away from her groin and watched my expressions while Kendrick began to pound me like a relentless jackhammer.

Isabel grabbed a vibrator out of her hand bag and lubed it up before she probed it into her vagina.  She then began to grope my breasts which had popped out of the dainty top I was wearing.  I felt an electric pulse through out my body and could feel my skin flush.  I was cumming so hard.  I heard him start to moan and new he was about ready to dump his load.  He pulled out and I turned around and accepted his cock in my mouth to finish him off.  He came so much that I could barely keep it in my mouth.  After he pulled his dick out of my mouth Isabel began kissing me vigorously to lap up any cum I hadn't swallowed.  There I was having the best sex of my life and then a thought occurred to me.  Will I ever get to experience this again?

 

Lady Godiva



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Company Ink:) Chapter 1

By: Lady Godiva

I entered the corridor of cubicles on my way to my office. I caught her flawless form lurking near Jones’ cubicle skimming over a memo. A few blonde strands of her hair fell forward from behind her ear and hung teasingly over her breasts. My eyes fondled her frame down to the vicious four-and-a-half inch black ankle strap stilettos that hugged her feet. She is the executive assistant for the company’s CEO, and frankly, I don’t want to lose my job over a sexual harassment complaint, but she enflames me so deeply. As I approached I could smell her perfume, I momentarily closed my eyes to commit it to memory. Little did I know her eyes shifted to watch me as I passed her, a slight blush warmed her cheeks. Hold it together I thought as I entered my glass walled office and shut the door.

I dumped my briefcase on my desk and turned to my armoire. My pulse was racing and I could feel the heat welling up in my face. I took off my suit jacket tossing it on my leather sofa and switched on my fan. The gentle breeze rippled my silk blouse. I looked down and could see my nipples were standing up and saying hello. I closed my eyes and imagined her in those stilettos, a trousseau, and nothing else posed seductively on my bed with the last rays of sunlight licking her breasts. I took in a deep cleansing breath as I imagined running my hands along her calves to her knees as I gently spread them apart. The sun kissed her hair-free ova. I pressed closer just inches from her soft glossed lips. I could once again smell her perfume.

Knock, knock… I exhaled and opened my eyes and turned quickly to see my assistant poke her head into my office. “Your meeting is in five minutes,” she said. “Thank you,” I told her and I walked around to sit at my desk and bask in the forbidden fantasy. When I opened my eyes I gazed along the edges of my desk. To the left of my laptop was a picture of a man, the one I loved, the one I married and remained faithful to all these years. But I’m straight I thought as I searched for some way to legitimize my fantasy. Why does she make me feel so erotic?

The meeting went well I thought as I returned to my office to arrange a few more presentations. I had no sooner reached my office when I saw her sneaking a peek at me. A smile began to curl my lip and I ducked into my office to drown myself with management stuff. My assistant came back into my office for me to finalize the afternoon appointments. I was going to miss lunch again and I had a last minute appointment scheduled at 5:30 after everyone would be gone. My assistant assured me that the client was unable to set the appointment earlier, but since the client had needed to reschedule three times already I was willing to bend my schedule a bit.

5:00 rolled around and I was busy freshening up so I could prepare for the last presentation. Everyone was on there way out including my assistant who smiled and waved as she passed my glass office. I dialed my home and waited for my husband to answer. “Hi Mom,” it was Mia my daughter, “Dad just called, he is picking up dinner.” “I had a late appointment sweet-pie, I’ll be an hour late coming home.” “Oh, that’s dad on my cell Mom, I’ll tell him about your meeting, see you when you get home, Love you Mom.” “Love you too.”

I checked my skirt in the mirror in my armoire and coaxed a sprits of perfume onto my chest. A knock at my door told me that the client had arrived but as I turned around there she stood in her stilettos, a trousseau, and nothing else. “I am your 5:30 appointment,” she said as she walked gracefully towards me. My chest began to burn lustfully. I was speechless, I wanted to touch her, taste her, pleasure her.

As she approached I placed my hands on her hips not believing she was there in front of me. She ran her soft hands over my breasts and up to my neck where she grabbed the back of my head. She brought her soft lips to mine and pressed her tongue into my mouth. I ran my hands over her taught round ass and up her back causing her to press her pelvis into mine. She began to unzip my skirt while making out with me sensuously... I slipped off my blouse and pressed my breasts up against hers. I then fondled her succulent nipples. She moaned and tore off my bra and began to grope my breasts. I was so wet I felt like I’d have to peel my panties off of me. I was so horny that I knocked everything off of my desk and set her spread eagle in the middle of it. I climbed on top of her and teased her nipples with a suckle, a few nibbles, and a few pinches causing her to writhe erotically. I moved down to nestle my tongue over her hood and she reached over and pulled on my thigh motioning my ass towards her face. I gladly offered her my clit for a face party and she buried her tongue in my crevasse. I was so hot I could barely focus. I lowered my head between her supple thighs and pushed back her hood to tickle her clit while I tickled her vaginal opening with my fingers. As my tongue curled and undulated around her clit I entered her vagina with my fingers over and over. Her pelvis curled forward and her vagina began to flutter around my fingers. I could feel her body begin to shudder. Oh, such a wonderful feeling; I was beginning to experience it myself as she had zeroed in on the right spot. I felt the heat of my body intensify and an electric pulse shot through my skin as my pelvis curled forward, my vagina fluttered, and I shuddered in ecstasy.

 

Lady Godiva



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This is the first post!

By: Timb

Fantasy stories should be things that you've thought of, perhaps you would like to try someday or just like fantasizing about.  This can be pretty much anything, even if it's impossible.

Hopefully, someone out there will read it and then check out your profile to contact you.  Our community has a lot of very open-minded people, and you never know.  The person who reads your "crazy" fantasy may actually have the same thing in mind.  It may be the one thing that makes them hot.

As far as rules for this section, there really aren't many.  You just need to use common sense and don't post anything that could be construed as illegal.  This section is available to approved members only with photos and completed profiles, so it is a secure, members-only section.  We hope this will encourage you to cut loose and let us know what dark dreams you've really be fantasizing!

Have fun!



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Bacon flavored pussy....!!!

By: Dr Thrill

So Melody and I checked into the Marriott on Saturday to attend the Alter Ego Fetish Party.... and boy did we have fun.   So next morning we ordered breakfast delivered to the room..... poached eggs, bacon, hash browns, jucie..... usual fair.   So I'm eating breakfast and the bacon was delicious.  And I get this idea..... and take a strip of bacon and place it between Melody's pussy lips... she has luscuous large ones.    We finish eating breakfast of course... and then I go for my usual after meal dessert.... pussy... of course.     And boy was that the most delicious pussy I have ever eaten...!!!

BACON  FLAVORED  PUSSSY....!!!! 



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Female Domination

By: Momo

The Girl in the Silver Sequin Mask

“Lie down here, darling,” Claire demanded softly, smoothing the empty space on the bed next to her with her gloved palm.  She was still wearing the silver sequined mask. It covered the top of her face, eyeholes open to accentuate her almond-shaped hazel eyes and full, glistening pink lips.

Inside the suite, the atmosphere was a syrupy mix of sin, shame and fear.

A tightly drawn white sheet covered the queen-size hotel bed. She had tossed aside the white duvet and fluffy down pillows, which lay now on the blue and red paisley faux-Oriental fringed carpet. The bedroom of my suite had the slightly shabby, but still opulent texture of Old World elegance. It was posh, as tastefully appointed as the parlor sitting room. Heavy, deeply hued teal velour draperies backed by gauzy white muslin sheers promised hushed seclusion. The draperies were drawn nearly shut, leaving just enough space between their scalloped edges to allow a sliver of the multicolored lights refracted by the light drizzle from the boats in the marina to penetrate the room, a mere hint of the world outside. 

Mounted on the damask floral wallpaper to the left of the bed was a fine quality reproduction of Turner’s romantic portrait of Maria Bricknell, the love of his life. Above the tufted headboard was a rarely seen Fragonard in a gilded rococo frame - his radiant depiction of voluptuous night spreading her veils.  It was illuminated by a brass picture light. A pair of Monet’s soft lily ponds hung in the vestibule between the two rooms.

It was a charming bedroom, furnished with an overstuffed Queen Anne wing chair and ottoman, both upholstered in drawing room chintz, and a single Louis VI fauteuil dressed in silky vivid crimson imprinted with dainty scalloped seashells. One could imagine it embracing the king’s powerful mistress, Mdme. de Pompadour swanning in languorous repose, a porcelain cup of her favorite orange blossom tea poised at her lips – the glorious mamans-putain, mother whore, as she was called by the King’s children.

A pair of carved mahogany Empire inlaid side tables of simulated rosewood served as bedside nightstands. A tall burnished oak armoire hid the television. Small porcelain lamps with pleated, buff-colored silk shades suffused the bedroom with a honey-amber light.

Claire had turned the lamps down to their lowest level of illumination…all except the picture light above the Fragonard, which glinted off the gilded picture frame to highlight the gold in her hair and sparkle the sequined faillettess of the silver mask.

The furnishings were reproductions, of course, elevated kitsch. But still, the sophisticated ambiance was anomalous in Florida. It was quintessentially European in a place where Pez colors and architectural simulations reigned supreme.  Nestled in a grove of Sabal palms on the bank of the river in a gentrified neighborhood of the city, the chic boutique hotel would have been at ease in a Florentine palazzo or a hidden flat in a Belgravia mews or facing the Jardin du Luxenbourg in Paris. Very private; very exclusive.

Claire’s voice rarely rose above a whisper, inviting intimacy, a purr promising confidentiality.  But intimidating.

The mask shined. Slowly, teasingly, she removed her black kidskin gloves and I saw that her long and slender, perfectly formed fingers were tipped by gracefully manicured nails in the French style, a bit of white extending past the polish, the color of the most delicate pink rose.  She leaned on one elbow, a menacing odalisque. Her long shapely legs, caressed by the finest smoky black silken stockings from Falke – a delicate vine of embroidered petals climbing each of their Cuban heels and running up their darker seams to their lace tops -- stretched out from beneath the sleek black latex sheath that caressed and embraced her lithe body.

The latex shined. Its haltered bodice lifted and framed her small plump breasts, sheltering them coquettishly by a spray of black filigree lace. The glossy sheath corseted her tightly.  It was laced from hip to breast by a long, pink cord loosely tied in a feminine bow. The juxtaposition of the fragile pink cord against the threat of the dangerously immaculate sheen of the black latex might have been a hint of mercy, if there were any to be had. But there was none.

To Be Continued…



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Nobody makes me laugh harder than Glenn !

By: UBM / TOOL

According to Glenn I am one of the last "Original" players from the earliest days of the parties, so we have had more than a few grand adventures, but somehow for all the debauchery we manage to get ourselves into it's the oddball moments that make for some of the most memorable moments.

 I am at the party in January, Glenn is having his way with a phenominally hot brunette, a bit of ticklling, teasing, spanking and what have you, I am standing watching the fun, wearing my ususal toolbelt full of toys when another guy says "that guys doesnt know what he's doing, you have all the toys get into that and show 'em how its done" the simultaneous response by me, Glenn and the other few people in earshot was a collective " are you fuckin kidding me ? I'm/he's  the owner of Fetish Factory I'm pretty sure I /he can take of things ! "  Gotta love the noobs !

 PS the Brunette was an exquisite example of the female form, lythe, long slender body, legs for days, and a personality that exuded exhuberance, joy and delight, while she was a screaming hot chick it was her personality and smile that made her so delightful ! Glenn always finds the best play toys !



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submission

By: Momo

We corresponded by email for three days. I demanded total obedience and brought her close to orgasm, but refused to allow her to climax. I gave her a new name.

When she came to my hotel room at the appointed time, she knocked twice at the door. I commanded her to kneel before I opened the door, then let her slither into the room. I explained the positions I required of her...number one: on your knees, head bent backwackwards, mouth open in complete submission, eyes closed.

I opened the buttons of her shirt and freed her small breasts, pushed her shirt aside to slide to her shoulders then unbuttoned her blue jeans and pulled them down to her bent knees.

She was wearing the white lace boyshorts I had ordered her to purchase I put my hand into her open mouth and held her tongue between two fingers to stifle her cry, then quickly whipped her pussy once with a bamboo cane and she moaned..."This is the way it begins," I said. "There will be more for you to savor...if you behave. You have been a naughty, selfish child and you will be punished and shamed. If you please me, I will...."



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How it all started!

By: Rugman

Dear Friend’s

Here is the answer to many of your your question as to how I got into being trampled. I hope it answers some of you’re questions, but I think it might just rise more questions than it answers. Its a little long so please take the time to read it all.

Arthur (Mr. Rugman)

What do I like about being trampled? To tell you the truth I’m not sure myself. There have been three women in my life that over the years would walk on me with their high heels. I would like to tell you about them.

The first time I was ever stepped on I was 16, her name was Sue, she was my best friend’s sister and if I remember right she was 22. I was lying on the floor at the end of a hall that went to the bathroom. I was in her way and she told me to move a few times, to give her a hard time I just stayed there. Sue stepped over me twice and I could tell by the tone of her voice she was getting mad. “If your still there the next time I come down the hall, I’ll step on you with my high heels,” I heard her say as she walked to her bedroom. Sue was about 5' 5" and I think about 110 lbs. Not thinking she would step on me I just laid there, a few moments later I could hear the click, click of her stiletto heels coming down the hall. “She wouldn’t really step on me with those heels if she did she would surely kill me,” I thought to myself. Sue stopped next to me, “Still there she said, “OK now I’m going to step on you with my high heels.” I started to turn to look at her but before I could move Sue planted her foot in the middle of my back and she quickly stepped onto me with one foot. I thought the heel was going to go right through me, the pain was nothing like I had ever felt before. I wanted to scream but her stepping on me knocked the air out of me. Sue stood there, on one foot for what felt like forever, she then placed her other foot so the heel was sticking deep into my ass. “I told you to move, didn’t I” she said as she just stood there trying to push her heels through me. She started to say something but she herd her mother coming up the stairs. As she stepped off me Sue said softly, “If you tell anyone about this I’ll kill you and whenever I find you laying on the floor in my way I’m going to just step on you like you’re not even there,” with that she went into the bathroom and closed the door. I hurt for a few days but for some reason I wanted her to step on me again. I found myself getting in her way as much as I could and Sue and I played this game for two years until my friends family moved away.

From then until now just about every time I see a woman walking along in her heels I wonder what it would feel like if she was to walk on me. For a very long time I thought I must be insane or something to want to be trampled by women wearing spike heels, and because of those feelings I never talked to anyone about it.

For the next six or so years I went out with quite a few women and I never dared to say any thing about my wanting to be walked on, then I met Carol. Carol was an Amerasian, her mother was Japanese and her father was in the US Air Force and he met her while he was stationed in Japan. Carol’s mother was trained to pamper her man as were most Japanese women of the time, and her mother pasted along some of this to Carol. One of the things Carol learned was the art of the “Japanese Massage,” you know that’s where the Japanese girl walks on the back of the bad guy in the James Bond movies. It was a match made in heaven, I would come home from a long day, at the time I was managing a club in NYC called “Tarot,” and find my spot in front of the TV and most of the time I would fall asleep. At some time I would awake to find Carol walking bare feet on my back and it was the most relaxing massage I can think of. Carol was 5' 7" and about 135 lbs. I never told Carol I wanted her to walk on me in her heel’s and it was a very hard thing to do because Carol just loved wearing high heels, she even wore them in our apartment.

From just about the start of our relationship Carol would tell me to be a good boy because her mother also learned what to do with a “bad boy,” I never really thought anything of it until one night I came home just like almost every other night. Carol and I had been living together for about three years, I was asleep in front of the TV and I awoke from a sound sleep to Carol yelling at the top of her lungs. I wasn’t quite awake and I couldn’t make out what Carol was yelling about.

She was behind me and I tried to turn to look at her. I couldn’t move. I was tied face down to the furniture. I was a little more awake now and I herd Carol say something about “you two timer” and “how could I do this to her.” I was still unable to get free, I tried to ask her what was wrong but she just kept yelling. After a few minuets Carol seemed to calm down a little but she still wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. Carol stopped yelling and for a while she wasn’t saying a thing, I kept asking what was wrong and trying to get untied.

Then I heard Carol say quietly, “Do you remember I told you my mother also told me how to punish a bad boy?” “Do you?” “No, well now your going to find out.” Carol was standing about 10 feet behind me in the kitchen. “Are you ready?” “Now I’m going to give you a back massage you will never forget.” The next thing I heard was her walking to where I was lying, I could feel each step, the floor quivered as she moved. Where I was lying there was no carpet and when Carol reached the end of the rug she still had to take two or three steps. Then I heard it, CLICK, CLICK, it didn’t hit me at first, what the sound was, then I realized what I was hearing, Carol was wearing heels. I tried to turn to get free! Carol was going to massage my back with her heels! Before I could say anything I felt the first heel dig deep into my back as Carol drove it into me as hard as she could. I screamed “Noooo,” as loud as I could but I knew there would not be anyone to hear my screams because we lived in a loft building and we were the only ones in the building at night. Then the other heel hit me, over and over again Carol stomped on me and each time she would drive her heels deep into me. I was yelling and screaming the whole time. My trampling lasted for more than 45 min, I don’t think there was a part of my body that wasn’t covered with heel marks, some of them didn’t go away for weeks after. I can tell you it hurt like hell but it was also one of the most intense turn on I have ever felt.

Why did I get punished you ask? Well it turns out some one Carol knew saw me and one of the girls that worked at the club having lunch while we were out getting supplies I needed for the club, I would take someone with me so I wouldn’t get parking tickets, her friend told Carol I was cheating on her. After Carol learned the truth, the real fun began. I told her about my thing about wanting to be trampled and Carol told me her stomping me was a real turn on for her too. From then on she would trample me under her heels just about every night. This went on for about two years until one day I came home early to find her in bed with someone. Not long after that we drifted apart.

About 18 months after my breakup with Carol I met Michelle. Michelle was very tall, 5' 9" with long jet black hair and she was about 150 lbs. As fate would have it Michelle worked part time as a shoe model, she had size 6 feet. Michelle had more than 200 pairs of heels and boots and one of the strongest shoe fetishes of any women I have known.

Still thinking I was the only man in the world that wanted to be trampled I didn’t say anything to Michelle about my feelings. As it turned out Michelle liked to make love with her heels on and a lot of times she would dig her heels into me when we made love, I thought at first she did by accident in the heat of the moment but after talking to her one night she told me that digging her heels into me as we made love gave her a feeling of power and it was a turn on for her. I told her about my wanting to be walked on and trampled and how it made me feel. From that day on I thought I was in heaven, Michelle trampled me with every pair of heels and boots she owned, and she was able to keep the shoes she modeled so there was always a supply of new heels for her to try out on me. One of the games she liked to play she called “Shoe Store,” she would line up about 10 pairs of shoes and she would try each one out on me until she found the one she liked the best of the 10, then she would trample and stomp me for as long as she liked, sometime she would trample me for more than two hours at a time. She would also ask her friends over for what she called her “Trample Parties”. I would lay in tme middle of the floor and Michelle and her friends would trample, stomp and kick the heck out of me for up to 4 hours, boy I miss those parties. Most of the time there were more than 25 women at the parties and they all loved getting me under their heels. We lived together for about 1 1/2 years then I got a job on the West coast and she didn’t want to move away from NY. Michelle and I remained friends for more than 12 years and she would trample me whenever we were together, Michelle moved to Florida about some years ago and were not in contact much anymore.

After Michelle moved I didn’t date much because it’s hard to explain the little round heel marks that I have all over my body. About 25 years ago I found out about S&M, B&D from a lady I met while I worked on the West coast, and I started to read some of the papers that I could find on that subject. After I moved back to NYC, I started to read the papers put out by Esoteric Press. Not long after I started to read there papers I learned there offices were only a few blocks from where I lived and I started to go to there office to pick up the papers because I couldn’t always find them on the news stands. I was lucky to get to know Sandy York the owner of New Esoteric Press. About 19 years ago Sandy needed someone to model for the papers and she asked me. At first I couldn’t think of doing such a thing but after thinking about it for four months I decided to give it a try. The fist photo shoot. I went to was a lot of fun and one of the Mistresses walked on me. That was the start of something I really enjoy doing. Over the past 15 years I have had a chance to meet just about every Mistress in the NYC area and quite a few from others parts of the USA. But I think the most important thing I have gotten from doing the photo shoots and meeting people that are into the same things I’m into is, I have found myself and I have learned I am not as strange as I thought I was a long time ago. I would say in that time I have been trampled by more than 1100 women!

In 2002 I was asked to be the welcome mat for a fetish event in Phila, PA called "Diabolique". That is when I made the first platform. I learned quickly being a Welcome Mat I could not control who stepped on me! While I still prefer being trampled by anyone in high heels. But by playing Welcome Mat I learned there is something to be said for being trampled by guy's too.

So if there is ANYONE out there that would like to walk all over me, or knows of a party/event that might want a Welcome Mat, PLEASE contact me.

Arthur aka Mr. Rugman

Email - MrRugman@aol.com 

My Yahoo Group - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/The_Human_Welcome_Mat/

Yahoo AIM - MrRugman

AOL - AIM - MrRugman or MrRugman2



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Kinky BlackBeautyDomme trains sexy asian and blonde sub

By: Domina Erotica

I just returned from My NYC trip and I had one of the best visits and hottest scene play sessions that most would wish they were at least a fly on the wall to see.....It started with Me being invited to a private fetish scene party in Manhattan. The location was fully equipped like a fetish playground with various toys and instruments for your passions and desires..There were about 30-40 people there, sexy female subs, eager and willing male subs, hot Dommes and a few french maids on hand passing out refreshment and catered foods. I am a voyeur to My heart and love to check out what's good and who will be My next victim. I had My eye on this very sexy and petite asian sub...she came with another sexy blonde female sub. The asian sub was very reserved and quite but I can tell she had her eye on Me too. I approached her introduced Myself and asked her was she collard or here with someone out of respect...she said no. I then told her then it is only appropriate for her to get down and kiss My pretty painted red toes.As she kisses My toes, I bent over and spanked her cute ass and pulled her up by her long black hair which I had ideas for hair bondage....I looked into her eyes and told her she now belongs to Me for the night and she replied "anything you say Domina". I pulled out a leash from My personal bag of goodies put it on her neck and lead her to one of the semi-occupied play rooms. I told her to strip down naked and stand in front of Me as I sat on a throne chair. I wanted to inspect her and make her feel more intimidated by not knowing what I was going to do to her next. As I was doing this her blonde sub friend was standing in the doorway as though she wanted to be involved, so I motioned her in the room. They apparently came to the party together un-owned. I told the blonde sub to remove her clothes and stand next to her friend. I stood up and made them stand back to back to each other underneath the suspension bar as I circled around them and used My long red fingernails to pinch their hard nipples as I circled around. I found 2 nipple clamps that had a long chain and clamped them both over their shoulders like a bra strap and clamped them to their nipples. They both winced and pain and that got Me sooo excited. They both had very long hair so I proceeded to take some rope and pull their hair upward and wrap their hair together to the tips very tightly. I cranked down the suspension bar and connected their bound hair to the suspension bar, then cranked it up until they were on their toes. I grabbed a crop and circled around them telling them to spread their legs while cropping their shaven cunts and pulling on the nipples clamps while they wiggled on their toes. I took two vibrating nipple clamps with weight balls attached to them and clamped them on their cunt lips. Turned the clamps on medium volume and cropped their already clamped and hard nipples.....With all that going on they needed to be silenced and restrained for awhile so they were ball gagged and tied up with latex strips in which I bounded them from shoulders to toes of course leaving their nipples and cunts exposed for My playing pleasures...By this time most of the people from the party was in our room enjoying an eye full or erotic play. I yanked on clamp chains and verbally dominated them with whispers in their ears of how much they are Mine for the time being and what I would do to them if they were owned by Me...I kept them in that position long enough and I wanted to go to the next scene, so I cranked down the suspension untied their hair and removed the latex strips that bound them. I summond a voyeur slave to get Me some ice and I slowly removed their nipple clamps, I then took the ice and places them on their nipples..... it was like putting out a fire! I pinched their nipples with My nails and smacked them with My hand....I bent them over a wooden horse next to each other and shackled the asian sub right ankle to the blonde sub left ankle with their legs spread apart. I then shackled their wrist together the same way on the other side of the horse. I played percussion on their sweet asses until they were red and hot....I flogged their backs and ass with a leather flogger until they were streaked with red. The vibrating clamps are still on their cunts and I turned the volume even higher now...I took My long red fingernails and raked their flesh very softly and gentle with an occasional pinch to the fleshy part of the ass. I am very verbal so the whole time I had alot to say about their demise and submission. Telling them that they are My cunt slaves and they are about to get the fuck of their lives...I reached into My bag and pulled out two large 8" chocolate colored cocks, one for each cunt...I finally removed the vibrating clamps, put on My latex gloves, placed rubbers on the cocks with alot of lube and fucked My two sweet cunts until they screamed under their ball gags and came like thunder. Then I removed the cocks and spanked their asses again until My hands were soar. I took the cocks and plunged them in their cunts again and fucked them until My cock was cream....!!Needless to say I had a great time and so did they...I un-shackled them and removed their ball gags at this point. I took a seat on the throne and they both placed themselves at My feet shaken and red in the face...I told them I needed a nice foot massage and for them to each take a foot. They both gave great deep foot massages with oils and perfect submission. We concluded our scene by them kissing My toes and them thanking Me for a wonderful time that they will never forget. Our scene lasted for over two hours..By this time it was going on 3:00 in the morning and I had very early engagements to attend to so I started to go and say My good byes to everyone. Me and the the pretty subs exchanged numbers and we will see each other again very soon....!! By the way this is a true story not a made up fantasy...Spanks & Kisses, Domina Erotica/Black Beauty Domme until next time! 



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From fantasy to reality!

By: Timb

The reality section is for you to post wild stories about things that have actually happened to you. 

Did you meet someone at the party and then have a kinky time all night long after? Did someone rock your world one night and has it been a burning fantasy of yours ever since?  If you have a wild story, we all want to hear it.

The rules are the same.  Just use common sense and don't post anything that could be construed as illegal.  Posts in this section have to be real things that happened to you.  If it is something that you have fantasized about but hasn't actually happened yet (maybe you would love for it to come true!) then post it as a fantasy story!

This is a members-only section for Alter Ego members with fully approved and completed profiles w/ photos, so we encourage you to cut loose.  This section is not available in the public domain.

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