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Thread: Eternal Bliss [OctopusPrince and gio-vanne]

One question at a time, please. Helios dodged, knowing now that he was trying to find ways to unveil her, to figure out what sort of woman she was. She'd let him know in plenty of ways, that as much money as he had, that wasn't what interested her. I think women are the subject of a great deal of art because until quite recently, most women didn't have access to artistic education. Women have also been viewed as objects of conquest for several millenia, and male artists with that kind of objective view of women can see their beauty without seeing their humanity. There's so many works of classical art where a woman is posed just so, to be viewed, to be enjoyed like an object, conveniently oblivious to the person looking upon her. In that way, a man can look on a woman as long as he wants, as long as she's not autonomous enough to stop him. When women do look out upon the viewer, there's almost always a level of sexuality to it, an invitation and offering... It's not until recently, that women have been portrayed as people, rather than as objects to be enjoyed. She sipped her wine, and looked at him, serious, because she knew plenty about all types of art. I don't think a man's body is any less beautiful or titillating than a woman's. I think that the freedom to sexualize female bodies over male ones has been rewarded and preferential. She summarized, giving him the same glance over, since she'd noticed it, him admiring her form, and she did just the same to make her point as well as to just look upon how handsome he was. As stereotypical as it might sound, and in its own right contradictory to my opinion, my favorite artist is Alphonse Mucha. I also like Gustav Klimt and Toulouse Lautrec... the refined line work and elaborate patterning, as well as the portrayal of hyper stylized but thoughtfully organic female forms is really appealing... Just about anything art-nouveau is really lovely to me, honestly.
Thread: Putting a Brat in Her Place ~DangerousDanielle2/HurtMePlenty~

She couldn't believe this was happening. Of course she'd heard the conversation her mom had with the woman at the neighborhood block party, but she didn't think she'd follow through with it. But here she was, just down the road from her own house knocking on the door of someone she'd never met. Nichole Winters didn't believe she needed to be here. Then again, that was likely because she didn't want to be here. The spoiled teen saw nothing wrong with treating her parents like she did. Her yelling and berating of them was entirely justified because as parents it was their job to provide. And providing meant making sure she had what she needed to be happy. Unfortunately, her parents had done her the disservice of having never spanked her, yelled at her, or told her that she had her thinking wrong. Her poor attitude and lack of respect was just as much their fault. Knocking, she didn't bother to look up from her phone. Already she was texting a friend and whining about having to do some dumb counseling. Her thumbs flew over the keyboard as messages bounced back and forth rapidly. And if her focus was still on the screen when the door opened, she wouldn't give the woman the courtesy of looking up. Her messages and friends were more important than anything else. Beyond that, her clothing was a direct slap in the face to her parents. They had raised her to dress nicely, and tried to teach her the difference between class and trash. But either she had never listened, or simply didn't care. Her shorts were more like glorified denim underwear leaving the lower curve of her round ass exposed, and the top she wore was a tight little tanktop that strained to hold her breasts as ND keep them covered. It looked as though the might fall free the moment she bent over. Nichole was every inch the monster her mother made her out to be, and even without the clothing and the attitude, it was written in the bitchy air she carried around her. It was beyond time she was taught something about respect.
Thread: Putting a Brat in Her Place ~DangerousDanielle2/HurtMePlenty~

Wendy Harrison glanced through her living room window when she heard the sounds of someone coming up the walkway.....sure enough, it was the spolied brat bitch she was told about. Wendy was a 32 yr old with raven black hair, slender thanks to an ongoing fitness club membership. Shortly after she graduated college she set herself up in business as a troubled teen counselor, but since the decent downtown office buildings charge too much for office space, she decided to work in her house. Besides saving a fortune in office space rent, her young clients seemed to be more comfortable. There was another reason she chose to work in her house, the same reason why her garage was soundproofed, the garage door sealed shut---Wendy Harrison was also known by another title....Mistress Wendy. Wendy was a professional dominatrix and as a sideline, whipped humiliated and tortured clients for pay, starting at 100 per hr. Her clientele ranged from housewives and husbands, used car salesmen to policemen, fire personnel to judges. Sometimes Wendy had to laugh...if the outside world only knew..... Wendy glanced over at the information she recieved by the girl's parents. Nichole was the classic example of a fractured family, parents who apparently felt that their darling daughter deserved more praise and much less parental guidance. She'd seen this many times before but The young girl approaching her door had something many of her teen clients didn't have----a very sexy body. Being a lesbian, Wendy appreciated beautiful women....Nichole had a beautiful set of tits that looked as if they were straining to burst from her tank top and shorts that revealed an equally delicious pair of half moons peering from the denim fabric. This beauty, Wendy decided, would be far more than her newest client. She was going to be her newest sex slave. It didn't matter if the girl liked women or not....she would be forced to appreciate her. The counselordominatrix opened the door at the first ring. Ah, Nichole, she said smiling. Your parents told me you'd be coming over.... The woman closed the door behind the girl, waving toward an inviting looking sofa. Sit down Nichole, she continued. I'll get us some ice tea and we can talk a little. Rest assured that whatever is said here, stays here....I'm like a doctor, whatever you tell me is totally confidential... As she took the tea from the fridge, she glanced behind her at the oh so attractive girl. Judging from the mannerisms, Wendy knew she was not wanting to be here. Well, she thought to herself....let's see how things go. If the girl behaves and is civil, fine, she'll be treated like a normal client. If however the girl displays agressive and lack of respect.....well then, on to the garage.
Thread: Putting a Brat in Her Place ~DangerousDanielle2/HurtMePlenty~

She didn't step inside until she'd finished a text. And even then she didn't greet Wendy, simply swept past her into the house. Dropping down onto the couch the phone came out again. Uh-huh. Let me finish that for you, she looked away from the phone with an unimpressed expression on her face, Everything's confidential unless I'm hurting myself, hurting others, drinking, fooling around, or doing anything 'concerning' that my parents should know. Her gaze dropped back to the phone and she crossed one leg over the other. I've heard it before. There was very much a been there, done that attitude to her. Clearly Nichole's parents had tried therapists before, and this attempt with Wendy was a final one. Let me go ahead and make it easy. I'm not being abused in any way, shape or form. My parents don't neglect me. Yes I always treat people I don't like this way, and no I don't like you. You're a therapist, and therapists are nosy. I don't like nosy people. My home life is very stable and enjoyable, and no I wouldn't like to discuss any of the issues my parents claim to have. Again her eyes left the phone. Is that everything or did I forget something? She was bored, and didn't want to go through this again. As far as she could tell it was just a waste of time. Time that could be spent hanging out in the mall and catching up on gossip, or time she could be using to replace her last boy toy with a new one. Her thumbs flew over the keyboard as she looked back down, leaning back against the couch. Nichole assumed Wendy would be like the others and would either send her home, or waste the hour trying to reach her with no success.
Thread: Putting a Brat in Her Place ~DangerousDanielle2/HurtMePlenty~

Wendy smiled. The smartass girl was displaying just the kind of attitude she was hoping for, giving her the excuse in her mind for what was to follow. The woman got up. Excuse me just a minute, Wendy said as she rose and went to the bathroom. Opening the medicene cabinet, she took out the bottle of chloroform she kept there for just such an occasion. Dousing a washcloth, she walked softly back into the living room. Coming back behind the girl, she quickly pressed the cloth over the girl's mouth and nose. I'd say 'sorry about this', she said as she held the girl's hands to keep her from trying to take the cloth away from her face, but truth is, I'm not...your'e about to get everything you deserve.....and more.... Wendy kept the cloth over the girl's face until she slumped down on the couch. Quickly she stripped the girl and dragged the naked comatose teen down the hall and into the garage. Up in the ceiling was a set of hooks, rope hanging down. Wendy tied the rope to the girl's wrists and pulled until the nude beauty was suspended, feet barely touching the floor, arms up over her head. To complete the picture, she took a ballgag, jamming the large black rubber ball in the girl's mouth and cinching the strap tight. To keep her from trying to kick, Wendy took additional rope, tying the girl's ankles together. The dominatrix went back in the house to change into her outfit, a black shiny wetlook latex catsuit, fishnet stocking and stilleto heels. Returning back to the garage, she went to the wall, got her whip and pulled a chair up near the suspended girl, sat back with legs crossed and waited for Nichole to wake up. This would be a refresher course in obedience the girl would never forget.....
Thread: Putting a Brat in Her Place ~DangerousDanielle2/HurtMePlenty~

What - She never got to finish as the chloroform soaked cloth covered her mouth and nose. For a moment she struggled, fighting to pull the cloth away. But there wasn't anything she could do. Gradually she went limp, her head falling forward as darkness claimed her. When she came to, she was aware of the colder air of the garage against her skin first. Then, noticing the ache in her jaw she tried to close her mouth but found she couldn't. Something rubber had been placed in her mouth preventing it. Her brows furrowed in confusion as her eyes fluttered open and she tried to pull her arms down to her sides. As the grogginess slipped away confusion became realization and panic. She was naked, bound with her arms above her head and her ankles bound together. Eyes growing wide she looked over to Wendy. Nichole began to try and make threats, demanding that she be released. But the gag muffled everything she said. It was also then that she realized it had caused her to drool while she slept. That was hardly important though. It had to come off. Turning her head she tried to push the leather strap down her face by rubbing her cheek against her shoulder. Her hope was that if she could do so the gag would become dislodged. The straps were too snug though, and with a muffled curse she eventually gave up realizing the futility of it. Again her gaze fell on Wendy. Her eyes were narrowed in a wicked glare as she turned to anger to mask her growing fear. Nichole had never been in such a situation. Had never been made to feel so utterly helpless and on display. And at the moment it wasn't a position she enjoyed.
Thread: Putting a Brat in Her Place ~DangerousDanielle2/HurtMePlenty~

Wendy smiled when she saw the girl finally coming to. Well, it's about time, she said....I was starting to get impatient.... She got up and walked over to her feebly struggling captive. you little bitch, she said.....you're going to learn some manners here that you'd learn nowhere else.... The woman grabbed Nichole's nipples and twisted them roughly, watching them spring back and doing it again. After stepping back to watch her reaction, Wendy went to a cabinet and brought out a strap on harness, complete with a foot long, 4 inch wide dildo swaying from the middle. Cinching the straps around her waist, she walked over to the girl, grabbed her by the waist and with one lunge, buried the dildo deep into her pussy. First thing you'll learn here, she said as she savagely began raping the girl, Is that my word is law here.....you will address me as Mistress or Mistress Wendy. Your'e gonna be my sex slave and I will teach you how to please me.... She fucked the girl for over an hour then finally pulled out, cleaned the strap on and put it away. Those tits of your are perfect for additional.....training, she said as she went to a counter and brought over a set of adjustable clamps. Pulling the left nipple, she fastened one clamp to it then the right.....she then turned the adjusting screws slowly as the clamps bit into the girl's tender dark nipples. Trust me, she said....these won't come off unless I take them off.... attaching heavy duty fishing line to both clamps, the woman attached the other ends to the wall in front of her, gradually pulling until the girl's tits were jutting straight out, her nipples stretched. I'm not done with you yet, Wendy said. Returning to the cabinet, she brought over something that was shaped like a flashlight with a tube and squeezebulb attached. Let me introduce to you your'e first buttplug, she said. Good girls get lube first....however since your'e a troublemaker, you won't get any. Now, this might hurt a little....good thing your'e gagged.... The woman pushed and worked the plug into the girl's ass. My, you do have a tight ass, she said as she continued to work it inside, finally pushing it past the girl's puckered hole. There now, she said....Now for the fun part.... She pressed on the rubber squeezebulb and the plug began to expand and swell. Finally when it was almost big enough to see, she disconnected the hose. That monster sure as hell won't come out, she said laughing. Bet it hurts like crazy, doesn't it? Wendy stepped back to enjoy the sight of her captive. I'm going to leave you here for.....oh, let's see......4 hours sounds about right.... The woman took out her phone. Yes, it's Miss Harrison.....your daughter Nichole is going to stay here overnight.....it seems that we have much to......discuss....thank you....goodbye.. Wendy put the phone away. It's all arranged, she said....no one is going to wonder where you are. Your'e slave training has just begun....
Thread: Putting a Brat in Her Place ~DangerousDanielle2/HurtMePlenty~

Left alone in the dark she screamed until her throat was raw, praying someone might hear her. Once alone she avoided struggling as much as she could, especially when the pressure on her nipples began to grow increasingly painful, but the position she was in with her back arched soon had her back aching too. At one point, Nichole tried to relieve the pain in her back, but doing so caused the clamps to be tugged making her breasts hurt worse. There was nothing she could do to ease her torment. As time went on she forgot about the plug in favor of the aches that were forming in her arms, legs, and feet from being left to stand so long. There wasn't much she could do to shift though she did try, whimpering as it caused more stress to her tortured nipples. Those four hours ended up feeling like an eternity. Her throat was sore from all her screaming and her eyes stung from all the tears that had fallen from them. When Wendy returned, Nichole found that while she feared what would come next, there was relief in no longer being alone. But it didn't last as her captor knelt down and licked her still damp cunt. She made a hoarse protest, but her body didn't care what her mind had to say, and in the end she was crying out in pleasure as another climax rippled through her. There was no getting to bask in it. Shortly after she was being swatted, the ones on her ass jostling the plug inside her while the ones on her cunt stung worse. As they grew harder and stung worse fresh tears were pulled from her, and she nodded vigorously in agreement with everything that was said in the hopes it would end her suffering. At the moment she'd happily agree to anything the Mistress wanted. Anything at all so long as it meant she could rest her aching limbs and no longer have to feel so much pain. Hoarse and muffled promises to be good were made along with new pleas to be let go.
Thread: Putting a Brat in Her Place ~DangerousDanielle2/HurtMePlenty~

Wendy hung her whip back on the wall, paused only long enough to strip then came back over to her slave naked. It's , this way, isin't it?, she asked her swaying captive, not expecting a verbal response. no need for things like clothing between us... She got on her knees once more and slipped a finger deep inside the girl's pussy and began finger fucking her....once she was able to force yet another orgasm out of her, she locked her mouth over Nichole's cunt, greedily sucking out every drop. Pausing only long enough to savor the sensation of the nectar gliding down her throat, Wendy curled her tongue and thrusted it into the girl's pussy, in and out rapidly...... Finally coaxing yet another orgasm out of her complete with moans and groans, Wendy got back up. Now that you know what I'm capable of, she said slowly and softly....I'm going to take a chance and remove your gag. I warn you, one shout, one yell or scream and not only will I put that gag back in your mouth, but I'll whip you to within an inch of your life.... Wendy curled her fingers inward and slowly inched her hand into the girl's gaping cunt, fisting her. Even after numerous orgasms, it still took an effort to get her hand inside. After fist fucking her a few strokes, she pulled out, licking the nectar off her fingers. Wendy slowly pulled the rubber ball out of the girl's mouth. There.....is that better? She kissed the girl passionately, driving her tongue deep into her mouth then pulled away. Once you consent to be my sex slave willingly, she continued....I will take you down from there, but you won't be out of the woods yet...you still require slave training. You will wear a slave collar permanently and you will be leashed. Further questions will be answered only after you agree to submit to me and become my property. More resistance will result in torture you haven't even imagined yet... Wendy stepped back, her hands on her naked hips. Now then......what is your decision....?
Thread: Putting a Brat in Her Place ~DangerousDanielle2/HurtMePlenty~

The seeds of confusion in terms of sexuality had been planted in Nichole's brain. She'd never found other woman attractive. Had never wondered what it might be like to sleep with one. And yet today this older woman had mad her cum multiple times with what seemed like little effort. And even now as she knelt naked between her legs there was faint anticipation mixed with the desire to recoil and push her away. Her fingers brought her to climax again, though the pleasure was tinged with pain as her movements pulled on her sore nipples. And then again with that wicked tongue, leaving her feeling all the more drained and thick headed. Nichole was quick to nod in agreement that she wouldn't scream when the gag came off. She was swiftly learning it was better to do as she was told than to fight. Though she was already considering other means of eluding the Mistress's grasp. However, she couldn't help but call out as she felt her hand entering her, stretching her still further and creating a fullness unlike anything else. This time she wasn't brought to orgasm, but was instead left feeling empty and lacking. True to her word, she didn't call out when the gag came off. She did give a hoarse, Yes, just before her mouth was claimed and she found herself being kissed. Nichole attempted to pull away, her tongue trying to avoid the other woman's, but it was over just as swiftly as it began. Her head was foggy from the pleasure and the pain, but she managed to understand what was being said to her. If she wished to end her current suffering she had to become Wendy's property. She'd become a slave. And yet ... It was easy to see the gears turning in her mind. Nichole would certainly agree, but not before making sure that this agreement might give her some other means of escape. She had to be allowed to go home eventually after all, and she wouldn't be getting free any time soon tied up as she was. So she just had to play along, and then when she got her chance she'd flee. I agree, she said, I'll be your sex slave Wen ... Mistress. She caught herself, remembering what had been said earlier in reference to what the woman should be called. Her tone was far different than before. It was more subdued. More respectful. And at the same time there was plenty of misery in it, no doubt caused by her aching muscles and breasts.
Thread: Putting a Brat in Her Place ~DangerousDanielle2/HurtMePlenty~

Wendy was far from stupid. She had her fair share of slaves before, a few that were willing but most were not. Yes, she had allowed her new slave to go home, but only long enough to pack some bags, come up with some bullshit excuse for why she was leaving, kissed mommy and daddy goodbye and leave. Wendy had been stalking her prey for quite a while, even before the meet up at the club. She knew where the girl lived and planted hidden microphones and videocameras. If the girl was naive enough to make a run for it, or blab off to her parents, she would pay for it. Come here slave, she said after untying the girl and removing the clamps. The buttplug however would stay in place she decided, as a physical reminder of who was in charge. Wendy brought over a slave collar. It looked like a cinderella chocker made of black crushed velvet. What made it different was that under the velvet was metal and a miniture lock held it around her neck. You may go now to mommy and daddy, she said, but remember this.....I have enough pics and video of you to make you the next internet sensation....bondage web sites would pay me good money to release them. I will give you 3 hours before you must return here. Failure to do so will result in the releasing of the videos. You will go around to the back porch. You will strip nude, attach the leash you'll find bolted to the porch railing and clip it to your collar and sit there until I let you come in....
Thread: Putting a Brat in Her Place ~DangerousDanielle2/HurtMePlenty~

She wished the plug could be removed. Walking with it was such an odd sensation, but she didn't dare to say anything in case doing so caused some new torment. However, it was easy to forget about as the collar was placed around her neck and her ideas about getting home and never coming back were crushed. The last thing Nichole wanted was for those videos to be released, and if she tried to tell her parents they likely wouldn't believe her. She was effectively trapped. So she had no choice but to go home and quickly pack her things, telling her parents that the therapist thought spending some time with her to work more closely together would be beneficial. Nichole was sure to hurry and be back before the three hours were up, the fear for her reputation urging her along. Back at the house followed the final instructions, going around back to strip and clip the leash to the collar. Kneeling there she adjusted her plan for freedom. First the pictures and videos would have to go. She just had to find out where they were first.
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